As the warm yellow lights of Christmas Eve enveloped the living room, Lin Xia opened the velvet box tied with a silver green ribbon - as soon as her fingertips touched the object inside the box, her previously curved smile suddenly froze.
That is an ivory white Buddha dragon carving pendant. She carefully picked up the hanging rope, and when the carved piece fell into her palm, it had an unexpectedly soft texture, unlike ordinary accessories that were cold and thin. She leaned closer to the desk lamp, her eyelashes trembling lightly as she scanned the details: the Buddha sitting cross legged in the center, his eyebrows drooping gently, the folds of his robe spreading out along the curvature of his body, even the texture of the fabric carved soft and fluffy; The dragon behind the Buddha curled up and stretched out, with its scales stacked on top of each other, so fine that the undulations of the patterns could be seen clearly. The sharp horns, soft whiskers, and even the slight curl of the dragon claws seemed to be about to emerge from the carving, yet they were firmly collected in the Buddha's peaceful aura.
The hanging rope is a deep green woven rope, paired with a semi transparent white bead and a golden buckle, which complements the moist white of the carved piece and makes it look cleaner. She lifted the carved piece and rotated it half a circle under warm light. The luster of the material was the kind of "sinking" softness, not the glaring reflection of plastic, but the warm and sticky feeling that would stick to body temperature after touching for a long time. Even the edges of the carved marks were polished smooth, without any sharp touch on the hands.
Later, when her friend asked with a smile, Lin Xia was hanging the carved piece on a commonly used canvas bag - not because she couldn't bear to wear it, but because she would lower her head and touch the dragon scales of the carved piece during meals, and before going to bed, she would hold it up to see the warm light in the folds of the Buddha's robe. Look here, "she pointed her fingertips at the junction of the dragon tail and the robe, her tone so light as to be afraid of startling the aura in the carved piece," the strength of the dragon and the stillness of the Buddha are intertwined, as if carving 'steady' into every pattern
That night's Christmas stockings were still stuffed with candy and cards, but in Lin Xia's phone photo album, there were over twenty close-up shots of the carvings: moist white under warm light, details of dragon scales, and the curvature of Buddha's drooping eyes. Even her friends laughed at her for being "obsessed with the carved piece," but she shook the pendant on her bag, her eyes shining with a delicate light: "This is not a gift, it's about carving 'someone understands you like' into a warmth that can be held in your hand
