Song Ersheng put down the pen and handed it to Mu Mu with both hands, "Here you go, write it to me tomorrow." ” Mu Mu held it in both hands, ran out violently, shouted and screamed and ran around the open space several times, and then jumped several times before he came back panting with the piece of paper.
Song Ersheng had already opened the box and finished reading two books Song Ersheng is now thinking again, does the master let him stay here, is it to let himself teach this child that she looks so kind and patient "You're going to say Mumu," just now they were all shouting nonsense.
However, this proves that this child can not really only speak the word Mumu.
Mu Mu pasted the paper all over, put it into the monk's robe, and then knelt at Song Ersheng's feet.
Just as he knelt in the great hall at that time.
Song Ersheng blinked her eyes, she saw Mu Mu outside just now, he was still sitting in a very casual posture, how did it become like this again, isn't it that someone taught him to sit like this in the Buddha hall, but when someone is there, he has to kneel and sit like this, kick and kick him, "Stand up." ” Mu Mu understood this time, and stood up directly.
Song Ersheng pointed to the chair on the side, "Sit down."
"In the dining room, he sits on the same bench with him.
But just as Song Ersheng guessed, Mu Mu didn't move a single step.
He didn't even dare to look at the Taishi chair.
Song Ersheng rolled his eyes, and nodded at a small coffee table opposite with his chin, looking like a stool, it should be a bottle or bonsai, "Sit down." ” Mu Mu glanced at it, rubbed his head on his chest again, and after a long while, finally sat down.
Song Ersheng sighed in his heart, this kid is regarded as a person who doesn't know anything, and he can't even have basic dignity "Come here."
Song Ersheng beckoned to him, and Mu Mu jumped over happily, drooling.
Song Ersheng sighed in disgust, "I won't help you wipe it if you wipe it yourself."
Mu Mu didn't move, put his foot against his stomach, "I said, wipe your mouth."
"Pretend to be me, I'm really going to kick you This time, Mu Mu wiped his saliva with his jacket sleeve.
Song Ersheng nodded, very good.
Originally, when we first met in the morning, this kid was still clean, and the fat monk was not the one who would wipe his mouth at first glance.
Well, he himself will definitely wipe his mouth.
But when he saw himself, he was drooling, obviously sincere, and this kid's heart and eyes were also quite flexible "I'm a good person.
You can't just drool at me.
Do you know" Your saliva is also a good proposition to test others.
Although most people will feel disgusted, some people will be disgusted enough to want to hurt you, "You are still obedient here, obedient, and be a little monk who escapes the world."
Guangpu and his three zombie-faced henchmen all have ring scars.
The master and the second master also have it, but the little master doesn't.
But this is not to say that the little master is not a real monk, this is because the year of the little master's ordination must have been after the stipulation that no scars were allowed.
There is no wood on the wood, which is not surprising, but Song Ersheng always feels that this child, whether he knows it or not, Guangpu and them do not regard him as a monk.
Song Ersheng feels like this.
However, although Guangpu's few look weird and terrifying, they are all monks anyway, and they will definitely not hurt Mu Mu.
So, let him stay in the temple, maybe it's the best life for him, even though he can't eat meat and marry a wife "Although the outside world is also wonderful in the outside world, but you are too weak, and any person will hurt you.
You just stay here, I will take you out to play when I have a chance in the future" Song Ersheng stood on the chair and touched Mu Mu's head condescendingly.
As beautiful the world is, the world is as ugly as it is.
This child was born weak, and being confined here, even if it is pitiful, it is also a kind of protection.
After Song Ersheng flipped through twenty books, he asked Mu Mu to carry the toolbox on his back and draw in the hall.
She may not be able to do it if she is too professional, but Song Ersheng is still confident that she will not harm the mural and restore it as much as possible.
The paints are all ready-made, and she doesn't need to mix them, and it seems that the people who restored this mural before are really professionals.
Only truly professional people will understand the value of this mural and attract thieves to steal it Better tools make good work.
All tool pigments are readily available.
Song Ersheng raised his arm and drew for almost an hour, and then, he couldn't put it down She didn't really think she liked painting much, otherwise she wouldn't have just thrown it away.
But after so many years, picking up the paintbrush again, Song Ersheng suddenly felt that there was something in her blood, boiling and she didn't want to delve into what this thing was, she only felt so stupid now Why do you want to paint for so long, it hurts so much that you can't put your arms down Song Ersheng held Mu Mu and raised his arms to get down from the ladder.
Mu Mu saw her like this, and also learned to raise his hand, Song Ersheng patted him speechlessly, "Is it good to learn something serious?"
As soon as he lowered his head, he saw that Mu Mu used other paints to draw the heavenly girl she just described on the ground Compared with the mural, the celestial maiden he painted is not bad, but it seems to have been rubbed, showing a very distorted appearance.
To put it bluntly, the lines are not rounded.
But it doesn't look ugly, as if it's an alternative abstraction, which is very interesting and beautiful.
Song Ersheng's arm didn't know when it was put down, she looked up at Mu Mu, she didn't know if the imbecile could draw, but she knew that the imbecile was a good child who would be grateful when she met the righteous and brave.
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