The stage is still very lively.
Gu Weijing picked up the book again, wanting to read for a while longer.
Miao Angwen's conversation slightly interrupted the mood of reading.
Reading art books feels like listening to an old monk preach after the rain, with flowing streams, ethereal Zen sounds, immersed in dreams, reaching the myriad Buddhas.
When interrupted by mundane affairs, trying to resume always feels lacking three parts of the ambiance.
Gu Weijing read two lines and felt a bit annoyed.
He simply closed his eyes directly, gradually immersing himself in the imaginative scene that just appeared in his mind, rediscovering the feeling of using meditation and fingertip painting to approach the true essence of the Wisteria flower.
Not knowing how long, Gu Weijing finally gradually touched the sea of Wisteria flowers in his mind again.
Wisteria flowers,
Wisteria flowers,
Flower shadows sway.
