Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 24: Fantastic Suicide

When I woke up, I found a figure by the bed, scared to death. It's that guy again! You scared me when I was a kid. I'm a big boy now. Why don't you understand how men and women can't get along?

“You can really sleep. I've been watching it for half a day. ”

I shrunk angrily into the blanket. I only wore very thin strappy pajamas and wondered if he had just seen his arms and legs exposed outside.

“Oh, don't hide, there's nothing to see. ”

I dropped a pillow bomb and he skilfully dodged it. He stood away from me laughing: “Come on, get up. Today's Sue screen is even better. ”

“Then you go out and I'll change. ”

He didn't mess up any more, so he walked straight to the door. Already stepped out the door, he snuck in and blinked at me: "This one you're wearing looks great, but I can only wear it when I'm alone in the house. ”

I looked everywhere for a weapon in anger, and he had run away laughing.

There are more people on the street, and Fursati protects me from being crowded. It's just that this way of protecting him really doesn't suit me very well. I was almost walking in his arms, and anyone who saw it would think we were lovers. And he, it seems, is quite human, and a lot of people greet him, both men and women. When a man saw the claw he was wearing on my shoulder, he laughed in disgust, and the woman's eyes were much more complicated, and most of them were flying knives, making me feel weird. But this guy doesn't care at all. He doesn't have a heart and lungs.

I tried to break his claw, struggled with two hands, but he held me tighter: "Shh! The lion dance is about to begin. ”

Dozens of capricorn drums roared, and the momentum pounded, blue, red, yellow, white and black, lions of five colors, dancing from five directions to the center. Each lion had twelve people dancing, wearing a red smear, and the first two holding a red whistle, making all sorts of tricks. There are more than a hundred accompanying singers singing the praises of King Turtles, and the chorus is full of chorus. The lion is a noble animal of the Turtle Royal Family, who calls himself the Lion King and fabricates a story of the subjugation of the Tortoise Hero to the lion. The lion dance is based on this story. After Lu Guang broke the tortoise, the artists with Kunmorosh and Kurtz arrived in Liangzhou (now Gansu Wuwei), and the lion dance blended into the Han elements, and was adapted into the circulating five-party lion dance of Nakahara, which has been circulated to this day.

There is a row of gorgeous tents in front of the square, where Tortoise Wang Bai is sitting with all the nobles. I asked Fursati, "Why don't you sit with them? ”

“What's the point of following those old men? I just want to follow Axel.” The music was too loud, and he approached me and said out loud, "It's more fun to see you ugly and silly. ”

It's not big or small! I was so angry that I broke his paws, it didn't take long to get on again, let me make my eyes must-kill, and completely ignore, like a hippie smile. Is it so funny to see me angry?

Watching a day of singing and dancing, wandering around and eating all kinds of snacks, making a scene with Fursati's wife, soon another day passed. Lock the doors and windows at night, guard against thieves, guard against Fursati. I woke up this morning and didn't see Fursati, but I almost got all warm up. As soon as the door opened, I saw him leaning against the wall, putting on a cool look, and reaching out to me and giving me a vial. I took it curiously and asked him what it was. The guy actually told me it was dust powder and publicized the importance of keeping the room ventilated all summer. I grabbed a broom by the door and chased him behind me and killed him in the yard.

Of course I couldn't run away from him. I was his defeated man when he was ten. After a few laps, he lay down tired, holding the broom and taking his mouth off, he said: "Give up, General! ”

It doesn't feel right when I just said it. How can I still have the oral meditation with him when he was a kid? Alas, conditional reflex, conditional reflex. He stood in the middle of the yard, laughing almost paralyzed, and the servants of the house ran out and looked at us somehow. There's nowhere to put my old face...

On the third day of Su Mun's concealment, all kinds of song and dance performances. Artists from the western realm seem to be concentrated in Turtles, with daily carnivals and constant surprises. Fursatilla loves to make fun of herself, and she pulls me in everywhere. We're standing right next to the Great Square, and there's a stage in the middle, and there's a giant lotus bone in the middle. With three rushing drums, the lotus blossom popped open, a woman in a veil, dressed in a wide purple and red embroidered robe, a hat dragging the gold bell, a long strap, and a pair of tiny red boots on her feet. The music sounded, the woman began to dance, the golden bell on her cap fluttered and the bell sounded delightful.

“It's a twig dance.” Fursati pasted it in my ear and said, "Don't be shy when you see it later.” The breath he blew into my ear made me tickle and turn away. It's just a word. Is it that close?

The drums became more intense and the dancers twisted their lower limbs, making them appear more boneless. Then, the drums suddenly caught on, and the embroidered robe worn on her body was ripped off by the dancer and thrown in the lotus flower. Her upper body is a purple red skinny coat, covered with a short coat, and below is a long skirt of the same colour, which spins fast as the drums, and the skirt floats like a flying fairy. Suddenly, the drums resided again, and her short coat quickly faded away, leaving only a tight veil with bare arms, slim and uneven body. I'm one of them. The drums started again, she started spinning again, her waist swinging, infinite flair. She then pulled the dress off at will, with pink ankle straps. At the end of the day, the belt strapped to the waist, the tight top, all undressed, left with nothing but modern BRA and lantern pants, and all sorts of seductive postures, lovingly fatal.

“Wow, my God, strip dance!” I widened my eyes indefinitely and swallowed. I really didn't expect the West Side to be so open 1650 years ago, even in the 21st century, to see this level of strip dancing, to get bars and nightclubs, how could it be possible for the public to perform?

The nose was suddenly scratched: “Strange, I thought Han women were shy, and I didn't have a grown man as excited as you. ”

I covered my poor nose, and compared to them Turtles, my nose was not strong enough and now it collapses.

“Otherwise, if you like it so much...” The Great Grey Wolf is back together again, "will you jump back at night and show me? ”

He got a punch in the nose.

Covering his nose, he squeezed one of the five officials on his face exaggerated, so he couldn't die to add another sentence: “Alas, forget it, there's nothing to look at when you take it off...”

Is he trying to keep his nose flat forever?

When I opened my eyes, I saw a pair of light grey eyes staring at me, so close that I had a heart attack before I woke up. Oh, well, get used to it. Get used to it. My response this time was not to change my pajamas, so I fell asleep with my clothes. So the window was wide open to sleep until dawn.

He had an obvious expression of disappointment on his face: "What about the little dress you wore that day? Why aren't you wearing it? ”

This wolf! I had to wake up and say, "Didn't you say there was nothing to see? ”

“That's true.” He nodded and thought, "Ai Qing, eat more meat. ”

“Why?”

“That's how big this place is.” He's thinner than a tit, "you're too thin to touch. ”

Somebody help me destroy this little wolf!

Playing the streets all day again. I seem to have forgotten to work every day except to sleep. Fursati is definitely a fun companion and always has ideas. Take me to different places every day for dinner, Indian, Central Asian, Persian, Chinese, big meals and snacks of all flavors, and I really got a circle on my waist. This whole seven-day screening is much better than our 511. The artists who perform on the streets are talented and the crowd is very engaged. They often hear music together, and they dance without distinction between men, women and children.

On the fourth day of Su Mun's shade, I saw a long-named swinging dance. Originating in Kangju, Central Asia (now around Samarkand, Uzbekistan), the Whirlwind dance has taken its place in the aftermath of Nakahara. Numerous great poets in the Tang Dynasty have written about hovering, the most famous being Bai Jiuyi's "hovering woman, hovering woman, heart string, hand drum". Princess Yang is said to be very good at hovering and dancing, so that Baiju can easily accuse “the princess of hovering and confusing the king's heart”. Now I see for myself that the fruit is really beautiful. Whirlpool dance is a group dance, a dozen demonic girls fly around, the movement is light, the poet describes it as "star by star”, “wheel by wheel" is not too much. I watched the local Sophie dance in Egypt, danced by men and spinning constantly, and the colored striped skirt spinning like a kaleidoscope made me admire it and wonder if they would faint.

At night I usually think of Rosh falling asleep, remembering with his little drips, and the warmth of the silk can be chewed for half a day. It's been a crazy couple of days. Honestly, I've never been that crazy before, and it's been that many days in a row. If he could be with me... oh, no. I can't imagine him squatting with me on the streets eating lamb skewers. Thinking of Fursati, I suddenly thought I'd have to talk to him tomorrow. You can't always come to my room early in the morning...