Chapter 17: The dead girl goes to the kitchen to help!
Xu was outside, and Xiaocao was extremely polite when speaking.
Siya smiled faintly
While walking slowly, it took less than two cups of tea to reach the so-called Si Guo Tang.
Looking at the man with a livid face, I didn't expect that he went to get the book and walked faster than me.
I don’t know how long he has been waiting here, but judging from his expression, he shouldn’t have just arrived——
That’s right, an unloved young lady walks so slowly
For those who don’t know, I thought she was being showy or unwilling to do anything about it?
The door creaked open, and the man put the book in Siya's hand.
Seeing Siya step in, he quickly closed the door, locked it, glared at Xiaocao who was nervous at the side, and said angrily:
"Damn girl, come to the kitchen and help, don't get into trouble here!"
Siya smiled helplessly. She is just a girl. Does this man still need to be so angry?
It’s okay for her to be here alone. What’s there to be afraid of? Isn’t it just thinking about her past?
Holding the Buddhist scriptures in her arms, Siya looked at this house that didn't look small at all!
I really didn’t expect that such a big house, how could the minister be willing to change it into Si Guotang?
The decorations in the hall are simple, the walls are clean, and there are two futons holding cloths on the floor!
There is a Buddha statue on the table against the wall. Next to it are tables, chairs, paper and ink!
It's just that the lights on the table are a little dim. I wonder if it will hurt my eyes if I copy words like this?
I searched everywhere but couldn't find anything that could light up the wick!
Siya didn't pay attention. She immediately sat on the chair, put down the Buddhist scriptures, spread out the rice paper, picked up the brush, and thought about how to start copying.
It’s not like she doesn’t know how to use a writing brush.
In modern times, I studied for a while. Although my writing is not very good, I can definitely read it.
But the key point is, who are the copied Buddhist scriptures for?
She didn't find that Siya's handwriting in her yard!
If I put my pen down now and someone with a discerning eye takes a look, wouldn't I immediately fall into the wrong trap?