Chapter 856 The magnolia blooms and returns slowly
Bo Yanqing waited until the next morning, but did not hear a word from Nan Jiaojiao.
The dialog box was left open all night.
He was not in the mood to go to work, so he left the work roughly to Hanchuan and went back to his old home.
On the weekend, both children were at home. It was still early and they didn’t get up.
Bo Yanqing caught up with the meal and had breakfast with the old lady. After eating, he followed the old lady to the Buddhist hall in the backyard to knock wooden fish.
Old Mrs. Bo has been worshiping Buddha since she was in her thirties. At first she didn’t know what to worship, so she worshiped all the gods. Since all the gods belong to the same family, it would be better for her to be a fan than to be a fan.
She was a little tired of waiting for ten or twenty years to worship gods, especially during festivals when she went to various mountains to worship gods. The mountain roads were difficult to walk, and the money for sesame oil and gold statues cost a lot of money. Gradually, the old lady can no longer afford to be a fan, and she only worships one or two. As she gets older, she only worships Guanyin.
According to her words, Guanyin is compassionate, as long as you are sincere, you can ask for anything, and you will never get tired of sitting on the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha for a day.
Bo Zhaili specially built a Buddhist temple for her.
Bo Yanqing happened to witness the decline of Bodhisattvas in the Buddhist hall.
He was sitting on the futon, flipping through a scripture in his hand. The edges of the pages were a little old, but not to the point of yellowing and wrinkles. The writing and pictures were clear, and it didn’t look like they had been turned over frequently. look.
"Grandma, have you read all these scriptures?"
"What are you doing?" The old lady immediately gave him a look of "Are you questioning me?" and said confidently : "I haven't turned it over."
Bo Yanqing paused for a moment, "Then why are there so many?"
"I can't pretend!"
Bo Yanqing smiled and deliberately glanced at the wooden fish in front of the old lady. Her gestures with the mallet were only barely accurate.
"Why are you here so early in the morning and causing trouble for me?"
"To accompany you."
"Do I care about your company? Don't If you are an eyesore in front of me, go away.”
The old lady took the time to glare at him, turned her head, looked at Guanyin, her eyebrows softened, and she clasped her hands together and muttered: "Amitabha, Bodhisattvas are not to blame for their sins."
"..."
< br>Bo Yanqing almost laughed. He was afraid that smiling would appear disrespectful.
After bowing devoutly, he whispered to the old lady and left quietly.
He walked around the house and happened to see Bo Qingshan sitting under the magnolia tree eating snacks.
“Uncle San.”
Bo Qingshan waved to him, “It’s delicious, come here and try it.”
Bo Yanqing glanced at his watch, “ You’ve only had breakfast for two hours, and you’re hungry again?”
“How can I be hungry?”
Bo Qingshan knocked on the open book, "I was doing my homework. The housekeeper brought it to me. I tasted it and thought it was delicious, so I took two more bites. I had been doing my homework seriously before you came."
Bo Yan glanced at his math book and said, "You are very serious. I will try to get full marks in the next exam."
"Uncle, you are too harsh!"
What do you mean? One sentence is off-putting.
This is it.
Bo Qingshan picked a few pieces from each plate, put them on a plate, moved them to the corner and placed them, "Keep these for Sissi, she hasn't gotten up yet, we can just eat these."
Bo Qingshan sat next to Bo Yanqing and stuffed him with a flower cake.
“This one is delicious, the filling is made of magnolia flowers, that one is also delicious, it is made of magnolia flowers ground into powder, these, and these...”
Bo Yanqing Looking up, there is a magnolia tree next to him.
The petals are flying and falling, the air is moist and slightly fragrant.
A flower fell on his fingertips. Bo Yanqing moved his fingers and looked down, with a slow smile in his eyes.
“She didn’t lie to me.”
“The magnolia is blooming, and it’s time to return home slowly.”
(End of this chapter)