[Jin Guang] [Mo Qiao] I don't know

Hey, the embarrassment of the big family.But I think that Brother Shi trusts his younger brother very much. Isn't the CEO of Shi's now Luo Bi?They are not afraid of the entanglement of the wealthy family's grievances and property. "

"I didn't know you still had a hobby of watching TOB dramas."

The doctor of the underworld shook his head: "Isn't it because I know Qiao Tathagata?"

"Isn't his name Shi Jingzhong?"

"Yeah, how do you know?"

The doctor of the underworld just asked, and saw the iPad flickering in Mo Cangli's hand - this person is very good at using search engines to collect information, I am afraid that during the conversation just now, he has already looked up the names of the children of the Shi family. , Maybe they have already found the other party’s social account—I suddenly felt that I had asked this question in vain, and after thinking about it, I explained: “This child lived with his grandmother since he was a child, followed the old man to chant Buddhism, and his practice is related to the history of Buddhist art... I heard In the past few years since he entered the school, he has not changed the beauty of the Academy of Art. Later, I don’t know who started it first, and everyone called him Qiao Tathagata. Hey, boys grow up like this, and women have a hard look. ah."

Mo Cangli looked down at the iPad, but said nothing.

The underworld doctor realized later: "Hey, why do you ask so many questions?"

"It's not all about you."

The doctor of the underworld lamented that he was not good at making friends, and then began to talk about business trips with him.Mo Cangli's expression was unpredictable, and he didn't know how much he listened to.

The next day, his editor came to visit again, holding in his hand a white jade Daifuku bought from a newly opened Japanese confectionery shop—I heard that sweets can stimulate brain activity, what if Professor Mo really started working when he was happy?

When we arrived, we made tea and ate some snacks. Mo Cangli was holding a white dumpling with a little red on it, and seemed to be distracted. The editor tried his best to find a way to open the topic:

"Teacher, do you want to rent a studio outside? I heard that this practice is very popular among professional writers. I heard that it can help people enter the writing state more easily."

Mo Cangli glanced over: "Do you think I lack inspiration?"

The atmosphere suddenly became menacing, and the editor began to tremble subconsciously.

Unexpectedly, Mo Cangli did not continue to use his poisonous tongue skills, but changed the subject:

"The next book I want to write about temples may have to go out to select materials. I don't need to come here recently."

The editor was a little dumbfounded, as if he was stunned by a pie that fell from the sky. After a long time of reaction, he burst out a series of words: "Which temple are you going to, teacher? If you need to arrange a car or something, call me at any time—— "

Mo Cangli interrupted him: "I already have a preliminary plan."

Hearing this sentence, the editor's expression was almost terrified. When he left Mo Cangli's small courtyard, his steps were wandering. He was not sure whether he should pay homage on the way home to thank the wood for enlightening the iron tree to bloom, or hurry up and sprinkle salt Get rid of the evil spirit of seeing ghosts in the daytime.

3. Starting from Sanmei

Qiao Rulai chose the College of Art when she filled out her university application. This was somewhat unexpected, but it was equally expected.Generally speaking, this kind of son of aristocratic family either has the four characters of "successful person" written on his face after being educated and trained by elites since childhood, or he can find his own way as he pleases, and he has to engage in design, filming, filming and playing art to reflect his character.This kind of stereotype of the world seems to be able to leave a footnote for such a professional choice as Qiao Tathagata.

However, Shi Jingzhong made this choice, which somewhat surprised those relatives and friends who were familiar with him.After all, compared to the flamboyant Shi Zhiyi and the ox-like Shi Cunxiao, the eldest son of the historian who has always been steady and considerate is using every strand of his hair to explain what an "heir" is, whether it is academic socializing or taking care of the family. , Everything is perfect and impeccable, even the puberty problems of the two younger brothers are handled by him on behalf of the busy father.Shi's is also considered to be one of the largest companies in the Central Plains, and can be ranked among the top [-] companies in the Nine Realms. Even though Shi Yanwen has the name of "Confucian businessmen in the world" and values ​​his family dearly, it is inevitable that he will fly around because of business and stay at home for a year. The time is less than one-third, and for his three precious sons, he is more or less more than capable.As for how much the eldest son has done for the family, Shi Yanwen knows it very well without being reminded by others.

So on the night when he finally submitted his application, Shi Yanwen called his eldest son to his study and asked him to bring the application form first.Sure enough, not surprisingly, the first choice is the School of Business Administration.

"Jing Zhong," Shi Yanwen put the volunteer form aside, and said in a gentle tone, "Are you really interested in this major?"

"Naturally, I..."

The boy wrapped in his high school uniform raised his head, but the moment he caught his father's gaze, he lowered his eyes again.

"I inherited your grandfather's family business, more or less out of personal interest. Now I have earned too much money, so much that our family can spend the rest of our lives without worrying about food. Loyalty, Shi's enterprise does not necessarily have to be in You don’t have to inherit my position. What you want to do, what you are interested in, whether you make money or not, Dad will support it—ah, just don’t violate the rules and laws.”

Laughing because of the last sentence, the boy with white hair slowly raised his eyes and looked directly at his father:

"I see. Then I'll think again tonight."

——In the end, Shi Jingzhong was admitted to the Academy of Art with unnecessary high scores, and his major was the art history of the Central Plains.At that time, Shi Cunxiao, who was helping his elder brother to wait for the admission notice every day, almost dropped his jaw when he saw the notice, rushed in and told his elder brother that the admission notice had been sent by mistake.After a lot of fuss, I finally figured out that it was the eldest son of the Shi family who changed his major.Seeing the admission notice, Shi Yanwen smiled and said, "Ah, if it's this university, you can often go to the professor of Mingyi for lunch."

Of course, after he entered the school, how he set off an upsurge in the beauty selection and how many gender-neutral confession letters he received... These are all details.Those professors who originally thought that the rich man was just looking for fun for four years in college were also moved by Shi Jingzhong's serious and diligent attitude towards studying. When he was approaching graduation, an old professor asked him if he wanted to waive the exam and guarantee the graduate school.

So Qiao Tathagata spent her leisurely life in the university like this.Since Shi Yanwen successfully handed over the position of CEO three years ago to Luo Bi, who came back from his relatives, she immediately lived a retirement life, staying at home every day, as if she wanted to make up for the family love and care she owed over the years, and the twins who cared for her Leaving home to live in school, Xiaokong was even more ingenious and applied to study in the devil world. He called back from overseas and said, Dad, you should help the divorced uncle to take care of the daughter.Shi Yanwen was right when she thought about it, so she turned to pick up her daughter for Luo Bi, who was on a business trip to discuss official business. The two looked so alike that the elementary school teachers didn't realize that the parent who came to pick him up had changed.After Luo Bi found out about this incident, it is said that in the middle of the night, there was an angry cry in the hotel, "It shouldn't be"——When he called and relayed this incident to his elder brother, Shi Zhongyi obviously suppressed his laughter.

Imagining the uncle who was tricked back by inexplicably, Qiao Rulai felt that his father's pension plan might not have a good life in a few days.After hanging up the phone, he went to the medical school to visit the professor of underworld medicine whom he hadn't seen for a long time. By the way, he was asked to water a friend's house.

Then he met Mo Cangli.

He had many dreams that night and could not remember each one.After waking up, I felt cold sweat all over my body. I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. I woke up from the drowsiness a little bit, but there was a throbbing pain between my eyebrows.He looked up into the mirror, and the red mole between his eyebrows seemed to be clotted with blood, and it became even more bright red.

He stared fixedly for a moment, and finally put his forehead against the mirror and closed his eyes.At first, he could only hear his flustered heartbeat, subconsciously clenching his fingers as if looking for a string of Buddhist beads that he was accustomed to holding, but finally the silence slowly receded, and the sounds of cars and people on the road outside gradually became clearer.

Qiao Rulai finally opened her eyes again, tidied herself up, took her schoolbag and went to school to participate in the reading club in the teaching and research section.Unsurprisingly, he didn't listen to a single word.

After the study session, the old professor stopped him, and the good student who had always been a good student couldn’t help feeling a little guilty, but the old professor was talking about something else-there was a nearby temple that was going to do the repair project of the murals, and the preliminary preparation needed to restore the original murals. Make a line drawing (the previous line drawing is too old, I am afraid it is unusable).Although this job requires skills, the pay is meager. The only thing is to accumulate some experience for future work, so I asked Qiao Tathagata if I would like to try it.

"Of course I'm going." Qiao Rulai hurriedly said.He has always been very interested in this field of work, and naturally he would not miss such an opportunity.

Qiao Tathagata confirmed the itinerary with the temple, made a short phone call to report to the family, then packed up the simple luggage, took the painting kit box, and took the long-distance bus into the mountain.In his senior year, he and his juniors came to the same temple for a similar field trip, and the monks who received them were also familiar faces, and after a short greeting, they led him to the room where the guests stayed.After he put his things away, he took a detour to look at the murals that were about to be renovated in the hall.The last time they came, they also did line drawings of murals, but at that time, it was good for one person to draw even a corner of a painting out of interest, which was not as heavy as the current workload.

Standing in the Buddhist hall, Qiao Tathagata looked at the various disguised forms of the god Asura on the wall that had faded with time and became blurred in color. His eyes traced a series of round and smooth lines, and he calculated the workload and the tomorrow's start in his heart. time.At this time, human voices sounded faintly outside the hall, and then the voice and footsteps gradually approached, as if they were introducing the murals in the main hall.

"...Yeah, about 400 years old...Unfortunately...no