Chapter 506： Two more

Chapter 506 Two more

Mr. Shi was very sorry for himself, "Where is the perfunctory? I am very confident in my wife's photography skills."

Mr. Ning was too lazy to continue discussing this issue, so he just shoved the phone to him, "I'm going to take a bath."

"The clothes are in the bathroom."

"thanks."

…

Ning Youguang went to the bathroom, and Shi Mochizuki took her phone and walked to a rocking chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, sat down, and flipped through the photos she took.

The other party was filming faster than he thought.

The quantity is small, but the quality is excellent.

A dozen photos plus a small video.

Whether it is a small video or a photo, every frame is pleasing to the eye.

…

After taking a bath, the two went to the "No-Life Study" next door.

"What should we do?" Ning Youguang looked at Shi Mochizuki tenderly, "Or do nothing?"

Doing nothing is just wasting time.

But he didn't want to, the other party replied - "I miss Madam's tea."

“…”

This is a clip of an ancient costume idol drama when the two snuggled together watching a movie last night and inadvertently switched channels.

In the play, the young general in a military uniform returned home victoriously, and the first thing he said when he saw his wife was this: "I want my wife's tea."

Then, in the eyes of his wife's gentle water, he said the next line affectionately: "So that my husband can rely on him for a while, slow down for a while, and then go to the battlefield next time."

Ning Youguang raised the corner of his mouth, "Can Qi Hong do it?"

"But it's disrespectful."

The warm tea is quickly brewed.

Ning Youguang accompanied Mochizuki after drinking a few drinks, and his eyes were attracted by the easel in front of the window.

"Want to paint?" The two were so close, Shi Mochizuki never took his attention away from Ning Youguang.

"A little thought."

Ning Youguang recalled Zhang Daqian's commentary on painting: "In the painting, it can rain if it wants to rain, and the sun can appear if it wants to come out. Creation is in my hands, not driven by all things... I have a realm of immortals in my heart, You can draw a fairy realm."

"Go if you want." Shi Mochizuki said, "You paint, I'll drink tea."

What the eyes can reach, and what the heart goes, is happiness.

Ning Youguang got up and went to sit down at the easel by the window.

Painting is more time-consuming and requires more patience than pruning the branches of flowers.

When Mochizuki drank a few pots of tea alone, his stomach was empty, and it was time for dinner.

When he saw the concentration of the painter, he didn't bother her, but got up gently and went to the next kitchen to cook.

When Ning Youguang was called back to eat by him, he was stunned when he saw the lunch on the table.

"How did you think of doing this?" She took out her phone and took a picture.

There are two bowls of tea and rice and two plates of vegetables on the table in front of you.

One plate is a colorful salad with sesame dressing, and the other is salad with lettuce and shrimp.

Tea rice was served in a large lacquered tea bowl.

The black tea bowl with a mild lacquer glow looks upright and elegant, and it is used to hold tea and rice as a tableware with unexpected harmony.

Simple, refreshing lunch, not rich at all, but very accurate interpretation of a light, practical, simple feeling, a home built by a table and two chairs, the daily life of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ning Youguang suddenly felt very moved.

The life of an adult, occasionally adding a little beauty, is enough to soothe all the tiredness.

Regarding these beauty, she thought about the rainbow after the rain, the sunset in summer, the red maple in autumn, the warm tea in winter... There are many, many more...

But I never thought that one day I would feel it on a bowl of tea and rice.

"Newly learned?" she asked softly.

"Didn't you say you wanted to try it after watching a movie two days ago?" Shi Mochizuki sat down at the dining table, "Today's tea bubble rice is made with hand-brewed black tea, how about you taste it."

Ning Youguang picked up the chopsticks and the bowl, and slowly put a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

"how?"

"The rice is filled with a clear citrus fragrance, accompanied by a little licorice flavor. These flavors mix together to create a flavor that surprises me." Ning Youguang's eyes lit up, "This is the previous A taste I've never captured."

"Try this again." Shi Mochiyue put a chopstick in the small plate in front of Ning Youguang and lettuce and shrimp.

Ning Youguang happily ate it.

Immediately afterwards, a series of compliments piled on the chef as if he didn't want money—

This salad with lettuce and shrimp is really delicious.

Chef Shi put some yellow plum dew that the two of them made this year in the sauce, so it tasted a little sour and appetizing.

In the hot dog days, eating such a lunch makes people feel comfortable.

…

Evening, Weibo.

[An ordinary person: Love is to accompany you from the romantic scene to the firewood, rice, oil and salt, from spring to winter to autumn and winter storage. ]

[An ordinary person: make himself better. Good luck! @Today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday: Teacher, how can we make this world a better place? ]

Shi Mochizuki habitually goes to see Ning Youguang's Weibo updates every night.

As soon as he saw her update, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, because of the familiar pictures and the messy copywriting that warmed his heart.

…

"Professor Ning, may I ask you, what is the psychological motivation of the object being abandoned along the way?"

Beijing, in the large conference room on the first floor of the city library, a citizen stood up and asked Professor Ning, who had just finished the public welfare class.

Ning Youguang put his hands on the old-cadre-style podium, and after listening carefully to the question of the young man wearing glasses, he answered with a smile, "Before answering this question, we must first discuss why we were abandoned? Or Say why do we abandon the original object?

This can be compared with our walking or changing city life. For example, if you want to go to the city, you have to abandon the countryside. The countryside is the object you abandoned. When you are admitted to the university in Beijing, you have to leave your hometown. Going to the capital means that your hometown has become an object abandoned by you—

You can think about it, in the process of your growth, everyone can think that you have abandoned your elementary school classmates, your junior high school classmates, and even some people have abandoned their partners. Similarly, we also Is constantly being abandoned, why is this?

Because of the constant emergence of new objects in your life.

It follows from this that the psychological drive that makes us abandon the object is the power that God has given us to grow. "

Ning Youguang's last words were sonorous and powerful.

The words fell, and the audience burst into bursts of warm applause. 1314

(end of this chapter)