Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 14: How I End the Crossing

The days just passed, and the eyes turned to spring. Although the Turtles are only Han Dynasty Spring Festival, I gave gifts to both of their brothers on the Spring Festival. My brother is a string of sandalwood buddha beads, and my brother is my own Dora A dream. I told them I was another year old, 24 years old. Alas, I really don't want to admit I'm old again. My birthday is very memorable, it's the beginning of the tenth lunar month, so I have a lunar birthday. However, I don't like New Years very much since I was 20, because every New Year reminds me of getting old...

My first birthday in ancient times was with the Rosh brothers alone. I let them say Happy Birthday in Chinese, teach them birthday songs, and then let them sing to me. Fursati's grandmother's voice was hilarious and Rosh refused to sing at first. When he heard me say that the Chinese had to say happy birthday to sing this song, and eat a pastry with cream, and give a birthday gift, he squeezed for half a day before opening his gold mouth. His throat was as warm as his voice, and although he was in a period of change with a little dullness, he had a different taste. His softly sung birthday song is the most beautiful I've ever heard on all my birthdays. It's just his face, as I thought, red doesn't show the original wheat skin...

On the evening of his birthday, after Rosh's class, he did not go to the study and slowly removed a long diamond-shaped red, yellow and blue staggered silk scarf from the monk's coat.

“For you.” His face is red again: “You said you wanted a present for your birthday...”

I had no time to think about it and just stare at my birthday present. This is Adeles silk, which is dyed silk, and is the most commonly worn by Xinjiang women today. Best known for its Edelweiss silk, it is named Hetian Sanbao along with jade stone and carpet. By the 21st century, Hetian also had a silk workshop made of primitive wooden earthenware and a large spinning mechanism over five metres high.

“Rosh, did you know there's a marijuana temple in Kazuo? The mulberry seeds brought by the Princess of Han Di were first planted here. ”

The process of how silk enters Hetian is documented in Xuanxi's Big Tang Western Domain.

“Yes. When the western realm did not know how to raise silk, and the king asked the big man to kiss him, he secretly said to the princess that he had no silk and could not dress the princess beautifully. So the princess hid the mulberry seeds and the little silkworms in her hat. And the riches of silk. ”

Silk is a monopoly product of China Plains, and the technical secrets of making silk are strictly forbidden to pass on. But because of the unknown princess, the technology patent was brought to the west, and then passed from the west to West Asia and Europe, and the Chinese monopoly on patents went into thin air. Wada was famous for its silk fabrics as early as the 4th century, and it was known as "Sakadu” in ancient times. Now that this precious fourth-century silk is in front of me, doesn't that prove the spread of silk technology on the Silk Road?

“Why don't you just ask Buddha about the gift?” He looked at me silly, a little anxious, holding this precious relic in his hand somehow put it well: “This is naturally not comparable to silk from Nakahara. If you don't like it, I will...”

“How can you not like it?” I yelled, stood up and hugged him, and quickly grabbed the scarf and put it in my arms: “I'm in a hurry if you dare take it back. ”

He finally snorted and blushed. I'm used to it. He smiled happily at me as if he had received a gift instead of just sending one out.

“Just...” he began to look at me with an exploratory look, “Ai Qing, how did you know there was a mahjong temple in Heqing? ”

Here we go again. Why can't I keep my mouth shut?

I stared at him and pulled my hair painfully. His logic is so intense that any lies I make will be ripped through. So this time I'm going to save this energy: "Don't ask, I just know. ”

He stopped saying anything, just laughed and looked at me with a thoughtful look until he left, and I was furious in my heart.

It's only a few days since Spring. Spring means Silk Road is back on track, and I'm ready to go to Chang 'an. Pomorosis contacted a reliable merchant team for me and gave me a lot of things. I'm naturally grateful, but I've always been stuck with my brothers these past few days. Rosh also said that he was always faint, but sometimes he would see me with a look I didn't quite understand, especially when I wore that Adele silk one day. Though my heart would chirp, I thought I didn't see it, pretending to be stupid I was the best at it. I can't provoke and don't want to provoke him, or just walk away. But the little guy Fursati had a hard time dealing with it. If he couldn't move, he hung his tears and begged me to stay with a crying voice. It makes me feel like I'm dead and alive too. Again, I will definitely come back. I will definitely come back...

Six or seven days before I left, I took a bath. The bath wasn't worth the big book, but the bath caused a big thing. Don't get me wrong, crossing the most vicious scene in the literature - the lady's shower must be broken in by a male lead (male partner), and good things like that didn't happen to me. It was when I went back to my room after the bathroom, and this big thing happened.

I rubbed my wet hair into the room and saw Fursati playing with my time-traveling watch, and I took it off when I went out to take a shower and put it on the table. When I walked in, Fursati shouted happily, "Ai Qing, this thing is fun, it tickles and jumps, will you give it to me? ”

I chirped in my heart. The sun is shining right now, one room sunshine. I jumped and grabbed the watch, I knew it! Turns out I didn't make a move in the indicator, and now I'm tickling down the countdown. Oh, my God. What the hell did Fursati do to touch that damn pointer? The countdown starts in three minutes, and now it's two and a half minutes. I desperately pressed the stop key, behave, to keep it still when it leaves, to keep it from stopping, what a wrecking machine! I'm confused. I don't know what to do. And this is, so suddenly, this dramatic change that happened when I came back from the shower. Shall I go or not?

“Irene, what's wrong with you? ”

I looked up and saw the big, blinking, innocent eyes of Frasativo. Wait a minute. It'll radiate through the meter. You can't hurt him! I grabbed him and pushed him out the door. I twisted him and he was overwhelmed. I just pushed him out the door and I heard him crying violently. I plugged in the door pin, rushed to the closet at the speed of the 100-metre race to find my NORTHFACE backpack, grabbed out the anti-radiation jacket, took off my clothes three times and five times, and shouted out to the door: "Fursati, listen carefully. I'm a fairy in heaven, and now I'm going back to heaven. There will be a light later, you must close your eyes and do not look at it, or your eyes will be blind. Remember that?” Actually, no, but it's not good to look directly at the radiation source.

He must have freaked out and cried harder.

“Don't be afraid. I didn't disappear, just go back to my world. I'll look at you in the sky.” I can't let Fursati leave a mental shadow.

As soon as I stripped, I quickly put on my radiation jacket, which gave me goose bumps. I don't care, I don't have time. I zipped my hands and feet around, and I heard Vosatian swallowing outside the door: "Don't go! I'm sure Fursati won't be naughty. I'll do what you say. Read well. ”

I sigh. This time-transfer meter can only be used once, and if I don't leave this time, I'll have to stay here forever. I'm not some other cross woman, dressed in ancient snowflakes, dating. I have a strong purpose, I come to work, and without going back, my value cannot be expressed.

“Tell your brother that he will be a great man and remind him that he must go to China to promote Buddha law. ”

“Are you coming back? ”

I really don't know. Perhaps that's our fate… I don't know if I'll wear it again when I get back; I don't know if I'll be able to wear it again if there's a next trip; I don't know if you'll still be in time if I can wear it...

I put the headband on and strapped the time across my wrist, and the numbers showed only three seconds left. I took a heavy breath and just had time to shout: “As long as you study hard and carry out your poetry, I will come back..."

After a dazzling glimpse of light, I felt the familiar cloud driving fog again, rubbing my five dirty lungs over the river and down the sea. The last second before I lost consciousness, I thought about my sketchbook of floor-to-ceiling drawings, I wrote tens of thousands of words of expedition notes, my collection of vomited Rowen history subsets, living objects I had bought at various markets under my bed, gifts I had received from my mother-in-law Moroitis and other occasions, and my Adeles silk, all without it. Oh, my God, Mrs. Loss is too much...