After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

Generally speaking, when writers or painters feel tired, it is usually because they have overused their brains.

But Chen Ping'an didn't think that such a small Buddhist painting would make Lanxiang exhausted.

The only possibility is that she consumed far more brain power, or mental power, than usual during the painting process.

This is why this painting has a better effect than other works.

Whether there is evidence or not, this is the only possibility.

That's why Chen Pingan said that.

Lanxiang listened carefully and was also considering whether it was necessary to do so.

But with her intelligence, she naturally thought in reverse.

Normally, the only explanation for a person working in finance knowing so much about these weird things is that he has really studied them, or seriously thought about this possibility.

Another possibility is that Chen Pingan himself knows that his problem also lies in the so-called soul.

The theory of the soul has been around for a long time, but there has never been any empirical evidence.

Because this thing is too illusory.

As for the so-called cultivation, that is even more nonsense.

Lanxiang, who grew up in a military compound, received an atheist education after adulthood, so she was naturally skeptical about this.

It cannot be said to be completely denied.

But it is not easy to make her believe it.

"Is your problem the same as mine? I mean, is it related to the soul or something you mentioned?" Lanxiang asked slowly after taking a deep breath.

Chen Pingan shook his head without any hesitation.

"No, my situation is different from yours. But I don't want to lie to you, so don't ask."

Chen Ping'an's expression fell into Lanxiang's eyes. She knew that there was no point in asking any more questions, he would not tell her.

After sighing, she put on a somewhat forced smile and said, "Okay, if I have a chance, I'll find a master to help me."

The two are 6 years apart in age, but Chen Pingan likes her temperament very much. When he is with her, he feels relaxed and does not need to be on guard.

After finishing a cup of tea, Chen Pingan stood up and said goodbye, "My situation is indeed difficult to explain, but your paintings are useful to me. I believe it is because you and I are very compatible.

So, if I can find the root of your problem, then my problem will be solved as well.”

Chen Pingan looked at her beautiful face and couldn't help but say, "You are really beautiful, but I should say goodbye. It's too late."

Lan Xiang stood up silently and said, "Don't do this next time. Can you tell me before you come?"

Chen Pingan was about to leave when he heard this, but he stopped, turned around, and asked with a smile, "Do you mind if I come to visit you again?"

Lan Xiang shook her head and said, "I've said before that your existence is somewhat similar to that of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva. Although it sounds a little impossible, for some people, your role is irreplaceable."

Chen Ping looked at her steadily until she avoided his gaze somewhat embarrassedly.

Chen Pingan nodded, took the photo frame and walked over to open the door, "Lanxiang, if possible, I hope we can be friends."

"Me too." Lanxiang said.

……

After returning home, Chen Pingan placed the photo frame on the table. Looking at Dashizhi, he felt a lot more relaxed.

He really hasn't had much time to relax in recent years.

There always seems to be something to do, and it seems like there is never any time for myself.

Now that I think about it, Lanxiang’s vision is quite accurate.

He smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

Edwards opened the door without knocking and walked in.

"When I saw this painting, I knew my guess was right. You really went to see Professor Lan.

How was it? Did you have a good chat?

Edwards quipped.

Chen Pingan shook his head, "Professor Lan was ill when she was a child, and I think she was possessed by an evil spirit.

This is a saying among our people. Even if you don’t understand it, you must have heard of it.”