"The Bodhisattva on this sketch, there's an identical one in a temple in Chang'an. Seeing this, it's as if you…
"The Bodhisattva on this sketch, there's an identical one in a temple in Chang'an. Seeing this, it's as if you've been to my hometown!"
The yellowed mulberry paper slowly unfurled, pale dust fluttering down. Through the dense, tiny holes, the young man peered over, kind-eyed and gentle.
"This was originally drawn by my grandfather, then passed to my father, and my father gave it to me. As for me… hey, when I marry and have children, I'll leave this paper to my kids too!"
The young man's smiling eyes were circled, his upturned lips circled too, what was painted was the Bodhisattva, but within the painting was their home.