Turning around to look, Dongfang Shiming was pleasantly surprised, and it was true. Unexpectedly, the painting madman was not in a hurry to leave, but actually stopped at Bai's house for sightseeing.
The breeze blows the snow, and I can see that on the rockery clusters, the canopy is already green, and the snow is as bright as a blanket.
The huge and hollowed-out boulders are like silent warriors. It was so beautiful under the ice and snow. The painting madman stood in front of it silently, as if worshiping, motionless, and he was completely unaware of Dongfang Shiming's gaze.
"..."
Dongfang Shiming looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over slowly.
The snow he stepped on made a rustling sound, but the painter didn't notice it at all. It wasn't until he got behind him that he realized it and turned around.
"You, looking for me?" He patted the snow on his shoulder casually.
Dongfang Shiming responded: "Yes. I'm bothering the painting fanatic just to clear up my doubts. I want to ask the painting fanatic for some advice."
The painting maniac was stunned for a moment, and his eyes stayed on Dongfang Shiming's face.
He didn't speak, just looked at Dongfang Shiming's face. Dongfang Shiming's eyes did not avoid him, and sometimes he looked at her.
In this way, the two looked at each other for a moment. The painting maniac rubbed his hands indifferently, put his cracked hands into his pocket, and took out six stones.
"I know." His tone was calm, as if he had already understood all the context behind it. Regardless of who Dongfang Shiming was or what he asked about, he just threw the stone into the air and took a step back.
Dongfang Shiming also took a step back, staring at the falling stones.
I saw six stones spinning unevenly in the air, like signs from the sky under the gray sky. Finally, they fell into the snow together, making six sunken nests.
The painter took a long breath, squatted down, and carefully looked at the meaning of the stone.
Dongfang Shiming stood by. No one else passed by around the rockery, and the snowy wind was dancing, shrouding the two quiet people here.
"Um……"
After a while, the painting fanatic seemed to have come to a conclusion. He raised his head and said to Dongfang Shiming: "You have to remember it well. Next, I will talk about it."
Dongfang Shiming immediately cheered up. The painting maniac glanced at him one last time, then lowered his head and began to interpret Shi Yu's words:
"The east is not white, there is cold on it; if the injustice is not continued, the family relationship will end."
"Pursue and give up are in a single thought; coming and going are three tripods and two legs, which are easy to ponder."
His tone was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, but it made waves in Dongfang Shiming's heart. There are only these few lines in the explanation of the hexagram. It was not until the painting madman stood up to observe him that Dongfang Shiming was separated from his thoughts.
"Can I ask the painting geek to explain in more detail?" Dongfang Shiming asked.
The painting maniac just shook his head: "Tianji must not be leaked. ... This kind of hexagram is not common. In fact, I can't understand it. I'm just telling you what Tianji said."
Dongfang Shiming frowned. The painting geek lost interest here and turned around to leave.
Dongfang Shiming hurriedly stood behind him, cupped his hands and said: "Thank you Mr. Painting Kuang for your guidance. I am very grateful."
The painting maniac waved his hand, turned and left in the direction of another door of the Bai family. Dongfang Shiming watched him leave, feeling even more confused.
Chasing and giving up, can it be between my thoughts...
His eyes seemed to be covered with snow, but he still couldn't see clearly. Ku Chanyi's words suddenly seemed to resonate with the same frequency, buzzing in his ears like bells.
There can be many reasons for giving up. For him personally and rationally, it would save a lot of trouble not to investigate.
Ku Chanyi and Hua Kuang, both consciously and unconsciously guided themselves to make decisions. Ku Chanyi's Buddhist principles and the painting madman's secrets, could God really be warning him that if he continues to pursue this matter, there will be unpredictable harm?
Looking at the vast and silent sky, Dongfang Shiming blew a breath to scatter the falling snowflakes.
However, he didn't want to give up just like that. Maybe it was for the unrequited love of family, maybe it was the counterattack for being wronged and harmed for no reason, maybe it was the simple curiosity to solve the mystery, maybe there were other reasons.
Anyway. He always had a feeling that if he chose to stop here, he would spend the rest of his life in regret.
Before taking a deep breath, Dongfang Shiming suddenly heard a call from behind.
Turning around, Dongfang Shiming was surprised to find that it was Bai Yikao.
"Brother Bai." Dongfang Shiming was still a little embarrassed in front of him, "How did you find this place?"
Bai Yikao was still wearing the robe just now, and his face was a little rosy due to the reflection. He searched all the way, but there was no Baihao following him.
"Mr. Zheng has finished reviewing my paintings. There should be no problems this time." He walked to Dongfang Shiming and noticed Dongfang Shiming's eyes scanning the surroundings. He continued, "Bai Hao was called over by the old man. Just in time, I I have always wanted to talk to you alone like this."
"With me?" Dongfang Shiming pointed to himself, a little surprised.
In my impression, this elder brother was never familiar with me. But then I thought about how close he was to Bai Hao, and I could probably guess what the "chat" was about.
"I know you - don't be surprised. After all, for the sake of my sister, I am not as deaf to things outside the window as the old man said." Bai Yikao glanced at Dongfang Shiming and said lightly.
"No, I was just a little surprised." Dongfang Shiming shrugged, "I thought you would be more calm."
Bai Yikao laughed: "You can't be calm, why? No big brother can be calm about this kind of thing, right?"
The hollows of the rockery were filled with snowflakes, looking like bunches of silver grapes. The snow under their feet was getting deeper and deeper. Bai Yikao waved his finger at him: "Let's go, talk as we go, Dongfang - I've wanted to call you that for a long time."
Dongfang Shiming was stunned. But he quickly smiled silently and walked away side by side with Bai Yikao.
Buried under the snow, there is a row of neat stone steps. Following Bai Yikao's familiar pace, the two walked through the narrow path and walked into a room that had been untouched for a long time.
The moment he pushed the door open, the sharp sound of "squeak" penetrated deep into his bones. Bai Yikao frowned when he entered the door, but he still stepped in.
Dongfang Shiming entered immediately. The room was deserted, as if it was colder than the snowy courtyard.
"Where is this?" Dongfang Shiming looked around.
Bai Yikao walked to a dark corner, and through the light passing through the boarded-up window, he bent down and groped for an old clay pot.
"It's all in the past." Bai Yikao wiped away the thick dust on it, "Bai Hao didn't tell you?"
Dongfang Shiming thought for a moment: "You mean, when you and Bai Hao were children?"
"Haha, when she was little, I wasn't too little either." Bai Yikao walked over with the jar, the snow on the soles of his shoes slowly melting, "She told you, it seems that this big brother is still in her heart. There is a place for you."
