Knowledge and Practice

The temple at dusk is shrouded in a yellow halo, the setting sun shines on the tiles on the eaves, and the ancient temple, which was full of incense in the daytime, seems to have restored its due solemnity and tranquility at this moment. Then gently closed the wooden door of the main hall.

Xie An and the others returned along the mountain road, without the winding path and stone slabs, the journey was short and hasty.

The two people walking forward looked at each other silently, Xie An turned his head to look at the young man who bowed his head silently, he couldn't think of anything to say to ease the current atmosphere.

"Xingyi, do you still remember the restaurant you visited last night?" It's rare to come to Hangzhou and haven't tried the specialties here. Xie An thought that Xiao Xingyi had asked Xiao Xingyi to find nearby food reviews before going to bed last night. More casual.

"I don't remember, let's eat something casually." Xiao Xing didn't raise his head, and just walked forward steadfastly.

"..." Xie An stopped, turned around and looked at Xiao Xingyi who was walking behind.

Xiao Xingyi still walked with his head depressed. As the distance approached, under the afterglow of the setting sun, the shadows of the two gradually overlapped. It wasn't until the moment before they bumped into Xie An who was standing in front that he unconsciously avoided to the side.

"It's already here, let's try something special, I'll find a place" Xie An said in a friendly voice, holding Xiao Xingyi who was walking forward.

"..." Xiao Xing remained silent, as if he didn't want to stay longer.

The setting sun is slowly setting, and the shadows of the two are staggered after being elongated.Xie An looked at this serious young man, and didn't let go. He searched for a special restaurant, and dragged him along for a walk.

"Just stay with me, I heard that the water shield soup here is good," Xie An said, his tone still as gentle as before.

Xiao Xing wanted to respond to Xie An, but he felt resistance in his heart. He couldn't say the simple words "good" or "um", and swallowed them in his throat, unable to move up or down.

Under the setting sun, the figures one in front and one behind began to move slowly in the same direction. Fortunately, those heavy thoughts seemed to gradually fade away in the pace of walking together, and slowly returned to the calm daily life...

After dinner, Xie An took Xiao Xingyi to the West Lake for a circle. In order to make up for the vacancy of going to bed early last night, they stopped and stopped, trying to swim every corner, but the West Lake was too big, so they left After an hour and a half, they were so tired that they turned into a small bookstore by the side of the road to rest.

The bookstore faces the West Lake. It is a chic small western-style building. The reading lights inside are very gentle, and the walls are covered with books. There are many parents reading with their children on the reading sofa.

The price of coffee is already very affordable in the scenic area. After buying it, Xie An sat down in the sofa area with the coffee, and saw that Xiao Xingyi had already picked up a book and read it.

Sure enough, these places are still suitable for this child.

"The Guest of Yusen Gallery, does the title seem to be a book by a Japanese author?" Xie An asked him curiously.

"Well, it seems so." Xiao Xingyi didn't even look at his resume. Fortunately, this writer who has a Beijing household registration and settled in Japan probably wouldn't have heard that someone here had changed his nationality.

It seems that the pace of the book is very fast. Xie An watched Xiao Xingyi flip through half of the book in a short time. The young man who read the book also checked the time on his phone from time to time, calculating the time for the return journey.

Xie An didn't urge him, but quietly leaned against the sofa area to watch the lake view under the lights outside the window.

After reading about half of it, Xiao Xing got up together, reluctantly planning to put the book back, reckoning that if it was too late, it would delay the time to return to the hotel.

Xie An saw the person across from him standing up, so he got up too, finished the coffee in his hand, and just in time to go out.He noticed that Xiao Xingyi clamped his index finger on the title page of the book, and seemed to be marking the page numbers in his mind. He was thinking that he had nothing to bring him on this return trip, so he kept the book he wanted to put back: "I haven't read the book yet. Finish it, take it back as a souvenir.”

"Hmm..." After struggling for a moment, the taciturn boy finally came up with a few words in response.

Xie An looked at Xiao Xingyi as if he had returned to his usual shy and hesitant look, and his honest response made him feel a lot more at ease.

The next moment, the book by the "Japanese writer" followed them back to the hotel.

As night fell, the two of them should have fallen asleep quickly, but this time it was Xie An's turn to start feeling a little uneasy...

The author has something to say: I really underestimated the intensity of the work and the time it took to write the article...

Fortunately, the outline is ready