From then on, they stayed in the temple on Yeyou Mountain, and occasionally made some jokes. As they got closer, they became more integrated into the larger group. They accepted new things and rumors every day, and read the Yeyou newspaper with their coworkers. I had such a fulfilling life that I completely forgot about Li Zheng and the others.
To this day, they have not met Mi August, but they have met Mi Feixue a few times.
Every time Mi Feixue came, Mr. Zuo would greet him warmly and respectfully address him as His Highness the Son of God.
I heard from the workers that as long as His Highness the Son of God stops there, he can make those monsters work harder than usual with just a look without saying a word. Even Mr. Zuo can’t do this. No wonder that person He is the Son of God.
Although the five people could not see the strange objects they mentioned, they could see that the wood and rocks were being moved faster than usual.
With such exposure every day and the real situation before their eyes, the four brothers of the Wu family can no longer look directly at Mi Feixue. Mr. Liu is a little more promising than them and can sit with Mi Feixue without showing embarrassment, but he cannot treat her as such. Treat them as normal juniors.
At this time, Zuo Si asked, “What do Master Liu think?”
Mr. Liu sat upright and thought, what can I think? I have never even seen any miracles.
Just when he was in trouble, Mi Feixue took out a piece of paper from her sleeve and spread it flat on the table.
Everyone’s attention was gathered.
“This is this?” Zuo Si looked at the portrait on the paper. After a few careful glances, his eyes became meaningful.
“It turns out that Your Highness has prepared it for a long time, but why did he bring it out now?”
Mi Feixue ignored him.
She had actually painted the statue of the god a long time ago, but she was reluctant to show it to everyone after she finished it. She was unhappy when she thought that her spirit would be seen by many people in the future, and that it would change from being hers to everyone’s.
But listening to Zuo Si and the others discussing the statues made Mi Feixue even more unhappy. She kept retorting in her heart: This is wrong, that is wrong, August is not like that, don’t put those messy looks on August’s name!
“But in His Highness’s mind, the God Lord is actually a woman?” Zuo Si continued, “Although he has no face, the posture of holding the book looks very similar to His Highness the Goddess.”
The painting shows a person standing in the mist. The mist like ribbons and water flows around the person, covering her eyebrows, eyes, body, and everything. However, it can be seen from the skirt at the corner of her clothes that this person should be. A woman holds a book in one hand and performs the magic formula in the other.
There was a faint smile on her lips, but there seemed to be no smile at the corner of her lips, creating a charm that was both gentle and indifferent, quiet and mysterious.
Mr. Liu looked at the painting in surprise and then at Mi Feixue. Because of his surprise, he forgot his awe for a moment and blurted out, “You painted this?”
Mi Feixue nodded towards him.
When Zuo Si saw it, he thought that she and Mi August had the same problem. They ignored his questions and were happy to talk to ordinary people.
“The painting is really good.” Mr. Liu expressed his appreciation.
For a child who is only a few years old, both the brushstrokes and the artistic conception are excellent.
Mi Feixue smiled happily when she heard this, not because she was praised for her painting skills.