cheongsam boy

The sudden warmth pressed against the palm, and Song Rin shrank reflexively, but when he withdrew his hand, he found that Gu Zhuo had already withdrawn his hand beforehand.

But he just withdrew his hand, but he stood still in front of Song Rin, his eyes fixed on him, as if he wanted a reply before he would give up.

Song Rin and him looked at each other for a moment, and couldn't tell whether it was more shock or guilt, but in short, he softened his voice and replied "yes" along the way.

For the conversation between the two of them and Song Rin's loss of composure, grandpa watched clearly from the sidelines. His eyes wandered between the two of them for a while, and he tentatively said with a smile.

"Xiao Gu knows my Ah Lin?"

As soon as grandpa asked, Song Rin's brain nerves were suddenly hammered, and he looked at Gu Zhuo in panic, with begging in his watery eyes.

What Song Rin's begging was alluding to, Gu Zhuo knew in his heart that he was a little bored for no reason, but more of it was pity and intolerance.

Gu Zhuo moved his body sideways to block Song Rin's trembling hands: "Yes, I met them at the cooperation dinner before, and it seems to be related. A while ago, my studio was discussing cooperation with foreign companies, and the partners found someone to follow. I thought it was Chief Song."

"Really, that's really destined." Grandpa took a deep look at Gu Zhuo, then turned his gaze back to Song Rin, and asked, "You said you were on a business trip a while ago, did you just go with Gu Zhuo?" Did they go out of the studio?"

Hearing that the reply did not contain any words about cheongsam or women's clothing, Song Rin was instantly relieved. He immediately adjusted his expression and took a step forward: "Yes, we went to Beijing together."

When Song Rin replied, the expression on his face had already returned to its previous appearance, his brows and eyes were relaxed, neither arrogant nor impetuous, with a bookish air in his elegance.

As taught and required in the past.

Grandpa stared at Song Rin for a while, and gradually dispelled his doubts. He looked at Gu Zhuo and asked politely, "Is Xuanling okay?"

"Father is in good health. It's just that he's been too tired recently. The doctor suggested to rest for a while." Gu Zhuo lowered his head slightly and replied, and he led his hand towards the door, "The Zen music session is about to start, Grandpa Song, let's go in and talk."

During the conversation, the surrounding crowd gradually became thinner without knowing it, and the tune of the piano, which was tense and slow, also came leisurely from the hall. The grandfather was attracted by the tone as soon as he heard the tone, and after a slight nod to Gu Zhuo, he went Follow his movements towards the hall.

When they reached the steps, a man in a light gray suit ran from the sidewalk. Gu Zhuo introduced to them that he was his secretary, surnamed Liang.

From the moment Secretary Liang opened his mouth, he was a veteran in the business world. He was very tactful in dealing with people and dealing with things, and he could compete with Gu Zhuo.The three of them walked ahead and talked, talking about stock prices that Song Rin could not understand.

It was at this moment that Song Rin equated the businessman Grandpa was going to meet with Gu Zhuo.

Song Rin couldn't help but glanced at Gu Zhuo, but when she raised her eyes, she found that Gu Zhuo was also looking sideways at him. Their eyes intertwined for a few seconds, and finally they broke up when Gu Zhuo moved his eyes.

Just as Song Rin was falling down, the light and shadow on the side of his face were suddenly enveloped by shadows, and the next second, his hand hanging on the side of his trousers was clasped by someone.

The warm palm rested on the back of the hand, and the knuckles were patted lightly, comforting in secret.

Gu Zhuo was still talking to his grandfather with his head down slightly, but before he knew it, he took half a step and moved to Song Rin's side. He didn't say anything, and he didn't even make any further movements. Pat lightly on the back of the hand.

During the pat, the trembling frequency of the knuckles gradually decreased, but Song Rin's heart was filled with sourness, and he couldn't control the bursting emotion, which stained his eyes red.

"Gu Zhuo," Song Rin yelled in a low voice while taking advantage of the corner gap, "You recently—"

Before the word 'how' was spoken, Grandpa interrupted it with an exclamation. He looked at the newly installed calligraphy table and asked curiously, "When did calligraphy get added here?"

Following the question, the touch on the back of the hand also left, and Song Rin's full of emotion was stuck in his throat along with the greeting that couldn't be said in full.

But now he couldn't help letting go of his emotions, Song Lin lowered his eyes and took a deep breath, and when he raised his eyes again, the sudden surge of emotion had receded from the end of his eyes.

Gu Zhuo glanced at Song Rin in the dark, and after confirming that it was all right, he turned his eyes and replied: "It should have been added recently, and I didn't have it when I came with Daddy last time."

Speaking of this, Gu Zhuo changed the subject: "I heard from my father that Grandpa Song's calligraphy has won provincial awards. I wonder if Grandpa Song can inscribe a few words so that I, a shallow scholar, can copy it."

These words were ingenious and tactful, even if they were not deliberate, but they coaxed the old man to be happy. At first, the grandfather pushed back a bit, but in the end, under another compliment from Gu Zhuo, he still rolled up his sleeves and shook hands. Pen.

There are no specific restrictions on meals or seats in Yuanguan. As long as you come, you have the right to enjoy it. This calligraphy table is no exception. The calligraphy provided on it is free.

Seeing that Grandpa was about to start writing, Song Rin immediately followed and took an ink stick to grind the ink.The owner behind this Yuan Pavilion is a descendant of a family, and there is no shortage of money. The objects in this pavilion are also of the highest quality, just like the pine smoke ink in Song Rin's hand, and the price of a piece is comparable to a pure gold necklace.

Song Rin took the inkstone drop of water, and then pressed the side to press the center of the water drop, and began to grind evenly, quickly and moderately. After all, he had decades of grinding skills in his hands, and Song Rin evenly concentrated the ink in a short while. good.

After grinding, he wiped the bottom of the ink stick with a paper towel, wrapped it in rice paper, and put it back into the carved wooden box.

After Song Rin finished all this, Grandpa just finished inscribing the words, which are the four characters of Da Guangming Yun in the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva’s Vows Sutra. The strength of the wrist of the writer.

Gu Zhuo stood behind his grandfather, his eyes full of focused admiration, he put his hands on his palms and patted lightly: "It's rare to see such a powerful Wei stele, Grandpa Song was really too modest just now."

"It's been a long time since I wrote Weibei, and I'm a little backward," Grandpa moved the paperweight. "The four words Da Guangmingyun are not considered a very good fortune. I hope that the blessings will not be too heavy, and the words given are also generous."

Gu Zhuo took the writing from the old man's hand: "I understand, it is my honor that Grandpa Song is willing to donate the writing, and I dare not ask too much for blessings."

Grandpa hummed, he didn't know what he thought of, and asked with his head tilted: "Xiao Gu should have practiced it too, why don't you write a few too."

Gu Zhuo was stunned for a moment: "I've just learned the word, how dare I use an axe in front of you, I still can't do it."

"It doesn't matter, just try it." Grandpa lowered his sleeves, "It just so happens that Xiao Lin hasn't written for a long time, you two try it together?"

Suddenly being pointed out, Song Rin was a little dazed, but soon he came back to his senses, and instantly understood the intention of grandpa's doing so.

As the saying goes, writing is like a person, and writing expresses nature. Grandpa's words are not only a blow to Song Rin, but also a temptation to Gu Zhuo.

The gaffe just now made him suspicious.

Song Rin's chest was choked again, but now he didn't care so much, he wiped the look from his eyes, smiled and said to Gu Zhuo: "I haven't written for a long time, I wonder if Mr. , and write a word with me."

Seeing Song Rin's smile, Gu Zhuo frowned slightly, he opened his mouth to say something, but held back in his thoughts, he glanced at Mr. Song, pursed his lips and hummed.

Song Rin rolled up her sleeves, walked over to get two brushes, handed them to Gu Zhuo and asked, "What do Mr. Gu plan to write?"

"I haven't thought about it yet," Gu Zhuo took the pen and wiped Song Rin's palm lightly with his fingertips, "What about you, what are you going to write?"

Song Rin didn't answer, but just smiled at him: "You will know when you see it."

The two each took rice paper, dipped it in ink, and started to write. Because of the rush of preparation, it was impossible to write as much as they usually practice calligraphy at home, and they put down their pens in about four characters or a line of poetry. .

The ink was not completely dry, and the paper could not be taken out, so the two books were pressed by the paperweight and spread side by side on the table.

Gu Zhuo inscribed a line of Zhang Ailing's poem "The moon in the sea is the moon in the sky", while Song Rin wrote a short "Lan Yin".The two looked at each other's writing, both of them were stunned, not only surprised by the same font, but also stunned by the meaning behind the writing.

"It seems that the two of you in our family are really destined. You even practice the same kind of characters." Grandpa looked at the thin gold characters on the table, his eyes were a little dark, he pondered for a while, and commented , "Ah Lin, your mind has become impetuous. Xiao Gu's mind is more stable, and the flesh is thinned, but the bones are not lost."

"No, this benefactor is not unstable."

Just as the grandfather's words had just finished speaking, a voice that contradicted him came from the side, and everyone followed the prestige, and saw a monk in gray robes walking towards them with his hands clasped, followed by Xiao Si, the owner of Yuanguan. .

Xiao Si first said hello to Mr. Song, and then introduced to everyone: "This is Master Du Chan who came to give a lecture this time."

The people who can be invited by Xiao Si must have a background, and everyone followed suit and said hello with their hands clasped together.

Master Du Chan returned the salute, and he walked to the table with Song Rin's character, looked at it for a while, and then looked up at Song Rin again.

Looking at Song Rin's face, there was a flash of pity in his eyes, and he sighed: "The shackles imprison the heart, tire the body, damage the spirit, and show on the face. You know the root, but you don't want to get rid of it, and you set up a cage for yourself."

These words contain ancient words, but they are not difficult to understand, especially for people like Song Rin who have studied ancient Chinese in depth.

In just a few words, all the difficulties in Song Rin's heart were stripped away.Others may not understand it, but it is impossible for Song Lin himself not to understand.

Song Rin's face suddenly turned pale, and he looked at Master Du Chan in panic, opening his mouth to defend himself, but he didn't know where to start.

Seeing Song Rin's pale face, Gu Zhuo couldn't help but frowned worriedly, he moved slightly closer to the side, and then held Song Rin's hand under the cover of the table.

Grandpa was thinking about the meaning of these words carefully, but he didn't understand. He looked at Master Du Chan and asked, "This... I don't know what the master's words mean?"

"This benefactor certainly understands," Master Du Chan said, shaking his head.

He glanced at the word Song Rin Nalan Yin again, but he saw something on the way, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the next moment he shifted his gaze to Gu Zhuo, looking between the two of them.

After staying for a while, Master Du Chan suddenly called 'Mr. Xiao', and said after hearing the response: "Can I get the thousand-petal lotus bracelet that I kept here last time?"

Hearing Master Du Chan's words, Xiao Si was taken aback, but then he came back to his senses, and after saying yes, he stepped back to get it.The bracelet was actually placed in the incense room next to the calligraphy table, and it took only a few minutes to go back and forth.

Master Du Chan took out the bracelet from the Zen box. The bracelet was made of pear wood beads, and it was engraved with lifelike bowl lotus. But it is different from other bowl lotus bracelets. Closed, not yet flowered.

Master Du Chan handed the bracelet to Song Rin's eyes: "Buddhism pays attention to a word of fate. The two of you are destined to be with me. This bracelet is related to Zeng, a thousand-petal lotus. It needs external force to break its shackles before it can bloom. The Buddha said: Widely set up expedients to make people free.”

The author has something to say: "The moon in the sea is the moon in the sky" comes from Zhang Ailing's poem, and the next sentence is "The person in front of me is the person in my heart"; the great bright cloud and the extensive convenience to make people free are all derived from the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra" It’s a bit wordy, but the background identity is there, emmm... I don’t know if my rubbish pen can write clearly, if not, I’m very sorry, I’m also trying to improve and break through, please forgive me (if you really don’t understand Point out the problem directly, and I will try to fix it later.)

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