Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 23: Oriental Carnival

I took Rosh's carriage to the Royal City. The bumps along the way were supposed to help me sleep, but I didn't want to. I'm all over the place, staring at my hands from time to time. I haven't been able to wash my hands since these hands touched his face. I stretched out my hand, closed my eyes, painted his outline in my brain, and used my hand to feel it again. That slightly warm touch, slightly stiff, thin cheeks, smooth skin. I couldn't stop laughing and shook my face again.

I laughed from time to time and arrived in Yencheng in the afternoon. Stayed in a pre-arranged guest house in Rosh, or was it a bedroom? Without his appointment, the inn would have been overcrowded by now. After eating some food, I found myself starting to get sleepy. It's been a long time since I've stayed up late. I only go to the overnight classroom when the exam is due. As a result, I spent the rest of my time snoring and sleeping. I hope I didn't snore, and if I did, I hope I didn't bother the people next door.

Su Munshaw, also known as the Beggar Festival, is held every year in July of the Lunar calendar. To pray that the winter was cold, that more snow would fall, and that there would be plenty of water next year. Su curtain covered the Tang Dynasty into Nakahara. He once struck the capital. The number of poems written by the Chinese about Su curtain cover song and dance is huge. Li Bai, Duff, Bai Jiuyi, Li He, etc. are all described. By the time Song arrived, Su screen had become the name of the word card. The most famous Su screen cover word was Fan Zhonghuo's "Biyuntian, Yellow Leaf Land”. When Xuanzi was in Turtles, he witnessed and documented the liveliness of Su screen cover. King Turtles invited him to watch together. When the song and dance reached the climax, King Turtles also invited Xuan to take off his socks and dance together in the cold dance. Oh, did Xuan also see the song and dance? Why can't he... Forget it, he comes far as a guest, and it is indisputable to go into the country.

I wore a mask I had already bought in Subash and wandered the streets. All the main roads are people. Everyone wears masks and greets each other if they don't know each other. This atmosphere of harmony makes me feel super good. Standing on the street with the crowd, not long after, the parade began. First, a drum team, headed by a big capricorn drum, sat in the carriage and pounded violently, pulling the prelude to the Su screen. Followed by a group of artists, with drums of all sizes and sizes in hand, accompanied by dance moves, should be accompanied by capricorn drums. Behind it came a group of men and women dancing together, dressed in fine clothes, with silk scarves in both hands, a solemn look and a quaint dance style. Well, it's kind of like dancing on the street on New Year's Eve with our aunts. Then there was a square dance, a wonderful young girl with a crown on her head, a rope embellished with all kinds of flowers, the dance posture and the look on her face. Back up is the belt dance, the monkey dance, and so on, and I get a glimpse. Each array has its own little band, sitting in a flower-decorated carriage, crisp and crisp.

In 1903, two Japanese found a sherry box in the city of Subash containing the ashes of the high monks. They secretly brought the Sherry Box back to Japan and stored it. Until 1957, the Japanese found traces of painting hidden beneath the color layer of the Sherry box. They dial the surface color to reveal the original image, which is a stunning sumptuous concealer. It features characters of all colors, hands-on instruments featuring the western realm, wearing masks and different dance styles. Today, this shell box is still in Japan, and we have to study it ourselves, and we have to take pictures from Japan and get them back.

And now, the long gone Oriental Carnival just appeared in front of me, that joy, speechless. Su curtain covers day and night for seven consecutive days. When you return, if you can replicate this grand ancient festival, you can have a clearer understanding of the historical heritage of studying music and dance customs and folklore. These alone can lead to many colleagues shooting angry red eyes. Oh, I'm giggling.

It's noon and the dancing squares are touring the streets, and there are a lot of snack stalls on the roadside, and the smell of roasted lamb leads me to drool. Take off your mask and talk to the stall about three main sheep skewers. The lamb skewers of this era are super big, and each piece of meat is the same size as an egg. When traveling in Xinjiang, the size of the lamb skewers, from the South to the North, from the Xinjiang to the Mainland to the coast, is reduced in turn. In Nanjiang (Kash, Hetian, Cookcar, etc.), like 1650 years ago, it is an egg-sized lamb skewer, usually a two-dollar skewer. And our little stall in front of the school, the smallest lamb skewer I've ever seen, is a dollar skewer, but girls have to eat twenty skewers to feel like a mattress.

Bring your thoughts back from the modern day to the ancient festivals in front of you, chewing on lamb and watching people come and go on the streets. Looking at handsome guys while eating is the strongest, but it doesn't seem like a lot of good-looking guys because they all wear masks. Suddenly, I opened my mouth and forgot to bite.

One of the crowd came to me in a slim figure, wearing a short goose yellow bundle waist, typical of the Turtles aristocracy. This outfit looks very much like a medieval European knight's costume, and as long as it's in good shape, men will look good in English. And that man, dressed like this, looks particularly stubborn, and he's tall and picky, and in the crowd, he's like a flock of cranes.

Though I can't see his face, I can tell it's an excellent man. Such a man is walking towards me, and that figure, how do you know it so well? He wore a ghost mask, his eyes under the mask, and as he approached me, he looked at me with surprise and inquiry. I squeezed my eyes and measured them carefully. Those eyes, they're light grey I'm familiar with. My heart suddenly bursts out of my chest. He... he... Didn't he say he couldn't come?

“Irene, is that you?” It was his voice, but there was a slight shiver.

“Of course it's me.” I lifted the mask on my wrist and suddenly remembered that my other hand was carrying three frightening skewers of lamb. It was over. I had my teeth full of meat. I stared at him like an idiot with my mouth full of oil. It all fell into his eyes.

Being annoyed, I fell into a warm embrace. My heart is pounding and my confused thoughts are flying by: how... why is he today...

Still holding the lamb skewer high in my hand, I let that tall man hug me and empty a few laps, like I had been dotted.

“Aiqing, you're really back...”

I can hear it in my eyes, but it's not his voice! He didn't have that obviously tight muscle in his arm, he wouldn't laugh so happily, and he would never be able to hold me around in public without hesitation.

I was put back on the floor, and he leaned slightly against me and unmasked me with one hand. Tall, tall nose beams, big, bright eyes, long, thick eyebrows, light grey eyes, like him! Height and shape, similar to his. However, his face was not as long as he was, his skin was lighter than his wheat, his mouth was bent, and his skin was all naked. My hidden loss immediately drowned in another gleam of joy.

“Frasativo!” This time, it's my turn to hold him. It's just why he's so tall.

When I let him go, I saw that he kept his smiling mouth shut and tried to reach me: "Ai Qing, the oil on your mouth is rubbing all over my clothes. ”

I just felt a little embarrassed to hold such a large group, and I was choked back by that phrase. The kid's still the same!

“So you're inviting me to dinner!” Without waiting for my reaction, the meat skewer in my hand has been taken away by him and given back to the hawker. Then he dragged me away, and I didn't have time to mumble and waste my food! You loser!

I glanced at the plate in front of me and the dish looked like that. How long has it been since you had Chinese food? How long has it been since you've seen white rice? In this era, rice is shipped from Han Dynasty. Eating rice in the West is a luxury. Look at the setup here, and get a box to sit in. I've got rice in my mouth, and I'm muttering, what a loser!

He didn't eat too much across the street. He just stared at me and laughed at the corner of his mouth. He couldn't stop. When I saw my hair in my heart, I had to bow my head and eat. A Han woman came in to deliver the food. He still held the photographer's smile and thanked her. She looked red and hit the door when she retreated.

Alas, I sigh. “Fursati, do you know that laughing at people like this can kill all the women in the world? ”

“Oh?” he frowned, leaning closer to me: "So, Aiqing, what about you? ”

Dead kid, you actually said that to me. I looked at his sunny, handsome face and swallowed a sip: "No, no, my old arm is old, let me live for a few more years. ”

He laughed loudly. He laughed differently than Rosh. He laughed out loud, laughed out loud. And Rosh's smile, it's always so light and cloudy.

“Axel, you're a fairy, you won't get old.” He suddenly stopped laughing and said to me in a serious tone.

I opened my mouth and couldn't say anything. Alas, I told him myself, and he witnessed my sudden disappearance. I shouldn't have planted such a shitty reason in his young mind if I'd known I'd come back. Now, I've distorted this young man's mind for 10 years. Can you get it back?

“Axel, when did you get back? ”

“I...” As soon as I stay, my brain spins quickly: “Yesterday. ”

I don't want him to know I've been here for almost three months. That way, he'll know I've been with Rosh. Rosh, I'm going to love him my own way... to protect him...

And then he asked me where I lived, and I told him the name of the inn. He looked at me and said impatiently, "How long are you going to eat? ”

I was like, "Are you okay? In such a hurry?”

“Yes, of course.” He came straight back to me, "to help you carry your luggage. ”

“To where? ”

“Of course it's the division. ”

Fursati followed me to the inn to check out, and when I packed my things, he saw my little inner, and he actually took my BRA face and asked me curiously what it was, which made me blush. Then he couldn't help but say carry my NORTHFACE and throw a handful of money to the master cabinet, wave "Don't look”. Alas, this loser!

Soon as I arrived, I grabbed Fursati. “Hey, what are you going to tell people about me? My face hasn't changed in 10 years. ”

He stopped and turned his eyes a few times: "Well, then say you're Aiding's niece, just call her Aiding.” I'm dizzy! They're brothers and similarly minded.

“But I won't hide it from my father.” He had a serious look on his face, "I never kept anything from my father. ”

Pomorosis, the scholarly elegant. He should be able to accept the odd appearance of me.

I stared at everything in front of me. Still my original room, the setting hasn't changed at all, and there's even a copybook on the bedside wall that Fursati wrote in silence. He had to stick it there, and I couldn't help but ask him to stick it one after the other. The handwriting is twisted and twisted. It used to look sighing. Now, it's incredibly friendly.

“The room is cleaned every day, just waiting for you to come back.” A hint fell into my ear, itchy, warm in my heart.

“Come on, let me show you something else.” Before I could be touched enough, he dragged me away. Alas, still as rushed as an hour.

I was pulled into his room. This is quite a change. There are several swords hanging on the wall, and you can tell it's a good sword by looking at the sheath making process. A little bookcase, a quick glance, almost all of it in Fire Rowen and Sanskrit. I don't understand Sanskrit. It's probably Buddhist or something. Torch books are military law and warfare. A few Han texts are "Sun Tzu Soldiers Law", "Han Fei Tzu", "Warring States Policy" and so on.

I was measuring his room, and I saw him carefully pulling out of the cabinet something like a picture frame, carefully uncovering the cotton cloth wrapped around it, revealing a picture of it. I open my mouth. It's Dora A Dream. I gave it to him for New Year's! He framed it like a rare world name!

I looked up at him and called him "Fursati...”

“Don't cry your nose yet, and more.” He flipped out a book under his pillow and stuck it in my arms. It was a poem. The leaves of the book were so curly that it was about to be torn apart. “Go through any page you want and test me. ”

I didn't go through the book, and I thought, "Will the Drum Strike in the National Wind?" ”

He grinned, his hands behind his back, squared, shook his head, and said frustratingly:

“Strike the drums and jump to the army. Tuguocheng rows, I go south alone.

From Sun Tzu Zhong, Ping Chen and Song. No, I'm home. I'm worried.

Living in a place like this? Killing his horse? For what? Under the woods.

Birth and death contract is wide, with children. Hand of the stubborn son, old with the son.

Yu Big, no, I'm alive. Yu Xiao, no, I believe you. ”

This is one of my favorites in the Book of Poetry. Me and Fursati both speak Fireworks, unlike Rosh, Chinese. Cha listened to Fu Sha Ti Bao Chinese poem, listened to his strange pronunciation, I wanted to laugh, and I felt the soreness of my nose.

“Remember when you said you'd come back as soon as I got back from the Book of Poetry?” I nodded, I didn't think I was just saying it, but he took it seriously.

“In my first year, I carried all the Psalms, and you didn't come back. I just thought, I didn't learn well, so I carried it again the following year, but you still haven't come back. Every year at the beginning of Han Dynasty, on the 10th day of the month, I went back to your room to carry the Book of Poetry, and on the 10th time, you finally came back...”

“Vsativo...”

“Touched? ”

I nodded, my nose was too sour, I couldn't hold it.

“Then let me hold you. ”

A bad wolf pounded on Little Red Hat, and I opened him with a PIA. I just tried to swallow the tears back into my stomach.

I also went to see Hawthornitis that day. Ten years, his sons had grown to the most glorious age of their lives, and ten years had gone by like a knife. Turns out, the face of ;; However, it looks bad and coughs from time to time. But those pale grey eyes that are embedded in the deep concave nest, those eyes filled with wisdom and life's enlightenment, seemed to penetrate people's hearts. All of a sudden, the strings move, Rosh's eyes, like him.

Hippie smiled and accustomed to Fursati, but with great respect in front of her father, she spoke seriously to Homortis in Sanskrit. From time to time, Homortis looked at me with amazement and saw a panic in my heart. But until the end of the day, he didn't say anything about my strange past. He gently asked me to settle down in flaming Roman, and the people in the house would treat me with honor. I guess it's not bad. Wisdom is like mortis. Even if he can't figure out who I really am, he'll never burn me down as a witch. No wonder he had such two wonderful sons, and the brothers respected their father so much.

That night, I slept perfectly sweetly in my previous room for more than three months. Before I went to bed, I wondered what Rosh would think if I went back to the division. Alas, I don't know what he's doing now. Will he think of me?