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Lanxiang's movements were not slow.

When Chen Pingan stood at the door, Lanxiang just opened the door to greet him.

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

Lanxiang didn't know why Chen Pingan came, and she was nervous and flustered.

Chen Pingan wore a neat suit with a windbreaker on the outside.

Lanxiang didn't even have time to change her clothes. Although she still had a homely feel, she was a bit pleasing to the eye in terms of the degree of exposure.

Chen Pingan handed over the things in his hand and said, "It's my first visit, and I brought coffee and tea from home."

Lanxiang took the things and stepped aside, with a blush on her face, saying, "You... you came a little suddenly, I didn't prepare anything, and the room was a little messy."

Chen Pingan raised his eyebrows and said, "It doesn't matter. It's my own home, so of course I can come as comfortably as I want."

Chen Pingan didn't change his shoes after entering the room. He saw at a glance that there were no men's slippers on the shoe cabinet in the room, so he walked in directly.

Lanxiang casually put the things on the table in the restaurant, "What do you want to drink? I have black tea and green tea here."

"Black tea, I think. In Europe, people are more accustomed to drinking black tea. But I brought green tea, which is my grandfather's."

After hearing this, Lanxiang pursed her lips and smiled, took a paper cup, poured some water and placed it in front of him and said:

"I don't have an ashtray here, I'll buy one next time. You can make do with this one.

I'll make you some tea."

Chen Ping'an nodded, took off his windbreaker and sat on the sofa to look at the furnishings in the room.

The decoration style is relatively simple, but the things are all fine, but the style is not so fancy, giving people a simple impression.

Chen Ping'an's vision is naturally completely different from the past.

All the things in this room, except for this paper cup, may not be cheap.

Chen Ping'an did not smoke, he still had some etiquette.

Soon, Lanxiang made tea and brought it to him, and she took her own thermos cup and sat on the side.

"Why did you come to me suddenly?" Lan Xiang asked.

Chen Pingan looked at her face and smiled, "I was busy when you called me, and I have been busy until now. To be honest, I haven't even had dinner.

I just came to see you, and it is necessary to talk to you in person."

Lan Xiang nodded and said, "It is necessary to talk alone, but you are too busy, and I don't know where you live, otherwise I might come to visit."

Chen Pingan thought about it before telling her his address, "That is the yard where my grandfather lives. Edwards and I live there temporarily.

If I need to live in the country for a while, I may move to a hotel."

Lan Xiang blinked, she couldn't quite understand what it meant for a person to live in a hotel for a long time.

From Chen Pingan's information, he is not without a home in Beijing...

"I drew a picture for you, which I think is the most suitable for you so far," Lan Xiang chose her words carefully, "I have read all your information, I mean everything I know about you, there must be something I don't know, but..."

She didn't know why she suddenly became a little nervous, picked up the cup and took a sip of tea to hide her emotions.

"I know you are in charge of a lot of funds, and there are many rich people who rely on you to make money.

I don't know who these people are.

But there is no doubt that you are using your wisdom to make money. I don't know whether you have helped others.

I chose Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva from all the Buddhas. I think you are the most suitable for Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva."

When she spoke, Chen Pingan looked at her gently.

After she finished speaking, Chen Pingan asked: "Why Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva?

I don't know much about this Buddha, but it's not very important.

Can you show it to me?"

Lanxiang breathed a sigh of relief. She got up and went to the study to get a small photo frame and handed it to him.

Chen Pingan took it and looked at it. His eyebrows raised slightly, and he looked at the Buddha painting in silence.

Lan Xiang observed his expression and whispered, "Your world doesn't have many colors, so I chose black and gray.

The symbol of Mahasthamaprapta is the wisdom vase on his head, and he illuminates all sentient beings in the world with his unique wisdom light, so that sentient beings can be freed from the disaster of blood and swords and gain supreme power.

This is what the scriptures say. I think he can make all believers who believe in him have smooth sailing on the road of life, the Buddha's light will always shine, turn evil into evil, and give full play to all their wisdom to achieve the ideal state."

Chen Pingan suddenly smiled, "Thank you, thank you very much. I like this painting very much."

"You...you, what do you feel when you look at this painting?" Lan Xiang looked at him nervously.

Chen Pingan nodded, "It can temporarily make me forget some unpleasant things, and I feel very calm and rational.

It can be said that the effect is better than any previous painting, and it feels more obvious."

He then added, "I don't know why you think there are not many colors in my world. The color of this painting is a bit gloomy.

But it is very suitable for me."

He put the photo frame on the sofa next to him.

This action made Lanxiang feel slightly happy, "I don't know why. When I was painting, I was thinking of you in my mind. At that time, I felt that only black and gray were more suitable for you."

She suddenly smiled, and the smile on her lips made Chen Pingan choke, "I'm glad you like it."

"By the way, you haven't eaten yet, right? If you don't mind, I'll make you a bowl of noodles? It'll be quick. I have noodles, eggs, and some vegetables here." She stood up and said happily.

Chen Pingan was stunned and said, "Will it be too much trouble for you?"

Lanxiang turned and walked towards the kitchen, "It's not a big deal. I cook for myself most of the time, but it's not as exquisite as outside."

Chen Pingan felt weird, but he was indeed a little hungry, and he was not a pretentious person.

"Okay, I'll try your cooking."

Lanxiang walked into the kitchen and boiled a pot of water in an electric kettle, and then began to prepare chopped green onions.

Chen Pingan stood up and walked over to stand by and watch.

Then she started to wash the cabbage heart.

Chen Pingan suddenly asked, "Is this stir-fried noodles?"

Lanxiang turned to look at him, "It doesn't have a name, maybe that's what it's called outside. I like the smell of chopped green onions in the noodle soup. If it's me, I'll add a few peppercorns."

Chen Pingan smiled widely, "Please add some peppercorns for me too."

Lanxiang nodded, busy with her hands, and said, "Now it's just you and me, can you tell me about any strange experiences you've had?

From your information, the sudden change in your senior year of high school, was it because something happened that you never told anyone about?"

Chen Pingan stood at the kitchen door with an unchanged expression.

Lanxiang didn't look back, "That year, you won the lottery and became the top scholar in Yun Province.

I guess something happened to you that suddenly raised your intelligence level.

Of course, your academic performance before that was also very good, but I have seen your grades, and there is still some gap between you and the top scholar."

Chen Pingan was silent for a while and asked, "Why are you so interested in me?"

Lanxiang said as a matter of course, "You and I have something in common, but a painting alone can't explain anything."

She turned around and looked at Chen Pingan, "Can you tell me? I can feel your loneliness. There should be no one around you who is worthy of your trust except Mr. Cooper.

You should not have told anyone about your secret."

The water boiled, and she washed the cabbage.

Lighted the fire to burn the pot, turned on the range hood, and poured oil.

Then threw the peppercorns in.

Then the chopped green onions.

Chen Pingan walked over and stood beside her, watching, without speaking, and Lanxiang did not urge him to answer.

Soon the kitchen was filled with the aroma of pepper and chopped green onion. When the chopped green onion turned slightly yellow, Lanxiang picked up the kettle and added boiling water.

With a "sizzle", a large amount of steam rose, but the aroma was even stronger.

Soon the water boiled, Lanxiang took out the noodles and threw them in. When they were almost cooked, she beat an egg into it.

Chen Pingan felt warm in his heart.

This was the noodles he liked to eat the most when he was a child.

Liu Qing basically did this every time she made noodles for him and Huihui.

After the pepper and chopped green onion were stir-fried in the pot, two poached eggs were beaten in, and a few vegetables were thrown in when it was almost time to serve. It was ready to eat in two or three minutes.

Because there was not much soup, it was always a huge bowl, and the soup and noodles were poured into the bowl together.

Chen Pingan also liked to add a spoonful of lard.

It was so fragrant!

"I learned this noodle from a video, but people have to add a spoonful of lard. I don't have lard here. Do you want to add some sesame oil?"

Lanxiang suddenly turned her head and asked.

Chen Pingan shook his head, "No, this is good enough."

After a while, the two sat at the dining table, and a large soup bowl was placed in front of Chen Pingan.

"Is it delicious?"

She couldn't help asking when she saw Chen Pingan adding some salt and starting to eat.

"It's delicious. There is no flaw except that it's a little hot. This bowl of noodles is the best thing I've eaten since I came back this time. Nothing else."

Chen Pingan didn't hesitate. He picked up the noodles, blew on them, and put them into his mouth and started slurping.

It didn't look good when he ate, but Lanxiang was born in a military family. Her whole family ate like this, so she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

A man should eat like a man.

This is the normal state of eating noodles.

What Chen Pingan showed in front of her was the truest self, which made Lanxiang feel a little happy.

Lanxiang quietly watched him finish his noodles and wanted to send them to the kitchen, and said, "You go to the sofa, you don't have to be restrained here, smoke if you want.

I'll go wash the pots and bowls."

Chen Ping'an smiled, "Thank you, it's really delicious."

Lanxiang also smiled, took the bowl and went into the kitchen, but in just three or two minutes, she washed all the pots and bowls and put them aside, turned around and walked out and sat next to him.

She looked at him, "Chen Ping'an, can you tell me?"

Chen Ping'an took out a cigar and lit it, took a puff and said, "I do have a secret, which is an adventure, but I can't tell you now.

Maybe your painting works on me because of my experience. No matter what the reason is, we only need to focus on the final result."

Lanxiang sighed secretly, "Okay, I'll tell you when you are willing to tell me.

This painting is easy to carry in size, you can always put it in your bag..."

Chen Ping'an nodded and said, "I haven't told anyone my secret, you guessed it right.

There is a high probability that I will never tell anyone in this life. "

Lan Xiang picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "Everyone has their own secrets, and I respect this.

I just..."

Chen Pingan interrupted her and said: "No need to explain, I understand you. Although I am also very curious about your affairs, I can bear not to ask.

Moreover, my situation should be different from yours. "

He flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said with a smile: "You said it yourself, you had an illness that couldn't be cured, but then you found a Buddhist painting on your phone, and the subsequent treatment was effective.

I have a very good memory and this is almost exactly what you said at the time.

This is why you fell in love with Buddhist paintings, am I right? "

Lanxiang nodded.

Chen Ping'an looked at her face and said slowly and gently: "Your illness is probably related to the soul. Western medicine should not be able to cure it.

I guess if your parents had just found a dancing master in the countryside, they might have been able to cure you.

You don't need to stay in the hospital that long at all. "

What he didn't say was that either this was the case or Lanxiang lied.

But looking at Lan Xiang's micro-expression, it didn't look like she was lying.

He didn't know the specific situation and could only guess.

He even thought about whether Lan Xiang added some so-called soul power when painting.

After all, I have been reborn, what else is impossible?

It's just that I can't ask about this topic, I can only ask Lan Xiang herself.

And unless she told him first, he wouldn't tell her secret even if she was beaten to death.

Even if Lan Xiang guessed it, he would never admit it.

Just when I thought of this, I heard Lan Xiang say: "You are right, I did say that at the time.

And what I said is true! There is no exaggeration or concealment, because there is no need. "

Lan Xiang knew that this might be the official start of their chat today.

"Besides, I overlooked one thing before." She said seriously.

Chen Ping'an's eyes narrowed, "What did you ignore?"

“I used to feel tired when I was painting, but I always thought that was normal. After all, it takes energy and time.

But this picture..." She pointed to the photo frame next to Chen Ping'an, "makes me feel particularly tired. "

Chen Pingan looked at her, and she looked at Chen Pingan.

Their eyes met, calm and confused.

After a long time, Chen Pingan said slowly: "Have you read online novels? I often read them when I was a child.

I think some of the scenes written in it are very similar to your situation. "

"What's going on?"

"There is something called a talisman in novels. It is usually found in novels about cultivating immortals. People without cultivation cannot draw it.

Such as the Fire Talisman and the like.

But you must not have any cultivation, because after all, it is something in a novel and may not really exist in the real world.

In the past, there were some people who performed magic tricks among the people. They could draw a talisman, burn it, put it in water and give it to the patient to drink, which would cure the disease. You must have heard of this. "

Lan Xiang nodded, "I've heard that there are many such people in the countryside, and it is said that they can really cure diseases."

Chen Ping'an smiled and said, "Lan Xiang, if you really want to know, I suggest you find someone like this and let him watch the process of your painting, and then maybe you will know what's going on.

But I also guess that this kind of thing requires an expert to see it before knowing it. "

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