In the evening, Ling Ba and Qiu Yan returned to the inn.
The following day at dawn, Qiu Yan taught Vera Chinese as usual.
Yesterday, including the day before, there were a total of twenty Chinese characters, and Vera still managed to write them all from memory.
He read it aloud, and although he had an accent, he didn't mispronounce a single word.
Vera once again demonstrated his amazing memory in front of Qiu Yan.
If he learns so quickly, why is his Chinese so bad?
Qiu Yan couldn't help but wonder:
"Master Vera, where did you learn Chinese before?"
“I learned it from my mother.” Vera lowered his eyes, which were often full of smiles, as he mentioned his mother.
Qiu Yan looked at Vera, waiting for him to continue.
My mother is Han Chinese.
Vera's Chinese is not good, and her ability to express herself is limited.
What he didn't say was that his father was a businessman who once rescued his young and beautiful mother from the hands of barbarians when he came to the Western Regions to do business.
When he was six years old, his family was robbed of everything by a group of robbers, and his parents were also killed by the robbers.
With nowhere to go, he became an orphan, was taken in by his master, and entered the Buddhist order.
His master also went to the Central Plains to spread Buddhism, but he has been gone for ten years and there has been no news of him since.
Qiu Yan thought to herself, "So she's mixed race, no wonder she's so smart."
Perhaps Vera can become a great monk like Bodhidharma.
"Did you go to the Central Plains to spread Buddhism?"
Vera nodded. "Yes."
Qiu Yan realized that her initial guess was correct.
"Why did you become a nun?" Qiu Yan felt it was a pity.
“Perhaps, I exist solely to spread the Dharma.” Vera moved his grey-brown eyes; he had been pondering this question for years.
He became a monk at the age of six, when he knew nothing.
Now I understand, but I still feel like something's missing.
While in India, he continued to transmit Buddhism.
If everyone could do good, then there would be no more killing in this world.
He didn't want there to be any more pitiful people in the world like his parents.
Qiu Yan smiled; Vera's Chinese proficiency was improving day by day.
She changed the subject, "We might have to stay in Lushi for a while longer. Are you sure you're not in a hurry to leave?"
"Now that I'm here, I'd like to meet with King Lu."
Vera's purpose was never to travel; his original intention was to spread Buddhist scriptures and save all sentient beings.
"Hmm, that's a good idea." Qiu Yan didn't understand Buddhism and didn't ask him how he planned to spread the teachings; she just wanted him to be careful.
Then, Qiu Yan said a few more words of encouragement.
Vera nodded in agreement, her eyes still holding a gentle smile.
Women from the Central Plains speak differently than women from other places.
Next, Qiu Yan began teaching Vera Chinese language and literature.
A moment later, Qin Susu stretched and came out. She bumped into the three women, including Apu, and they started waving and smiling at each other.
These days, their interactions are limited to body language and facial expressions.
Compared to Ap, Singh and Tamu are more composed.
As for the remaining Indian men
Not to mention Qiu Yan, even Qin Susu, who is naturally outgoing, had no interaction with them at all.
For the past few days, these men have not stayed at the inn, but have instead set up their own tents on the open grass behind the inn.
At that moment, Ling Bayi came down from the second floor, saw Qiu Yan at a glance, and walked towards her.
He didn't want to have lunch with Vera again this morning.
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