Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 25: Daikon Radish

“Why do you come to my room every morning?” I held the blanket and sighed headaches.

“What's this? Didn't I always do that? You forgot, I slept with you. ”

"You were ten years old!” It was just sticky then. Now he's a grown man. Still so sticky, how can his future daughter-in-law bear it!

“Do you know you're grown up now? ”

Seeing him nod his head, his two big eyes flashed and looked like an innocent face. Again with the most common trick I used when I was a kid.

“Men and women are different, little brother!” I held my head and tried to hit the wall.

Suddenly I was hugged tightly into a powerful embrace, and there was a slight trembling sound over my head: “Ai Qing, I don't want to wake up early in the morning, you don't see a trace, tell me to look everywhere...”

When my heart moved, the prick that was going to be erected immediately softened. Turns out he runs into my room every day to make sure I'm still there. Imagine when he was ten years old, watching a big living person disappear as empty as a trick, a mentally healthy adult wouldn't take it either. What kind of impatience and fear would he have then? Alas, I'm afraid he'll have a mental shadow all his life. It's all my fault...

“I'm sorry, Fursati..." Actually, I'll disappear this time, but I swear I won't let him see it again. No psychiatrist can help him in this day and age.

“By the way, Irene, am I the first man you've slept with? ”

Oh, my God. Who said he'd have psychological problems? I scream like a pig - someone help me rip this dog cream off!

On the fifth day, the highlight of Sue's mask was the fuss dance. This is the dance of men, dancers tread jump, kick around, backhand fork waist, jaw shrug, modern Xinjiang Uighur dance many of the men's dance steps evolve from the Huteng dance. The music was exciting and enthusiastic, and dozens of men cheered and emptied, so masculine that they could see me shouting.

“Aiqing, do you like this dance?” He stood in my ear and asked out loud, I had no time for him, and I must nod my head, my eyes still staring straight at the bright men.

He took off his mask and put it in my hand and ran away. I didn't have time to ask him where he was going, and I saw him spreading the crowd among the dancing men. And then I opened my mouth and watched him jump into the group of men. In the middle of the venue, Fursati was undoubtedly the most prominent, not to mention the perfect body of one meter and eighty-five, and the five officials were also the most handsome. When he came on the field, the women around him were even more powerful cheerfully.

He bent down on his knees and shifted his footsteps like a flying bird, moving, stepping, stomping agile. The leaping motion was fine without losing it, and his stature was fine without losing it. Dancing with him, for the first time I saw another charm of men, screaming with the women below. I couldn't stop screaming. I took off my mask and put my hands in a trumpet. I yelled at him, "Fursati, it's amazing. I love you.”

He heard me scream, raised his eyebrows at me, curled his mouth and snapped his soul.

The music became more and more intense, and he jumped faster and faster, and the emotions of the masses grew higher and higher. Together, the music beat. In a neat applause, the music stopped. Fursatilla suddenly turned over a highly difficult emptying, and when she landed, she pulled down on her knees, quickly sliding towards me, and then stopped in front of me, her arms wide open, her head smiled handsome at me, and she couldn't do it. I immediately felt a lot of knives shooting around me, and I pulled him up with my mouth pulled.

He had sweat beads all over his face, brown red and curly shoulders on his forehead, and his clothes were wet. I unconsciously pulled out my pockets and sadly found that there was no handkerchief. Alas, I'm used to napkins. I haven't had a handkerchief in N years, although I also know it's not environmentally friendly...

He saw me come out of my pocket empty-handed, said “no," then pulled over my collar and began to sweat. My whole person is stupid, he can really think of...

I looked at the wet and wrinkled clothes and cried. It was sweaty, and it smelled a little. The shaky corners of my mouth are incoherent: “Hey, how can I wear this? You... you too... are not very generous..."

“What's the matter? It's just a dress, Master Ben is happy. ”

Without waiting for me to continue screaming, he rushed away.

“Hey, what's the rush? Where are you going?” His palms were sweaty, he was finished, and his hands were not clean.

“Buy clothes.” He looked back at me and looked impatient. "Look at you. Just a few pieces of clothes. Take you to the street. It's embarrassing. ”

“Frasativo! ”

Hold your feet and look forward. A girl with fair skin, stopping in front of us, resentful. Frosativo glanced at her with a lazy face. Oh, typical romance scene, but I'm not the protagonist of the play, I quit.

I snuck out of his sweaty hands and tried to sneak into the corner.

He was dragged back before he took a step. That's great. He hung it all over my neck. The first reaction is: Oops, it's all sweat...

“Fursati, you... how can you do this!” She burst into tears in her eyes and shook a fierce death at me.

“Isn't that what you saw?” He hung himself on me and rubbed his head against my neck. Dude, if you don't like it, don't use me as a shield. Besides, you're still sweating...

“But you said...”

“Said what? Did I promise you anything? You're the one who sent it to me. ”

“Oh, this girl, you misunderstood...” I grinned, pushing him in the dark. Alas, this guy is really heavy. “Me and him are not what you think...”

Take a sip, my left face glued a kiss loud and wet. Damn, my face isn't even clean now...

The girl stomped her feet and ran away with tears. Alas, I sigh. Still not paying attention to being the protagonist of rhetorical drama.

“Fursati, is that what you do to women who like you? ”

“If they want to stick themselves together, they just need to have fun. It bothers them most, one by one, to ask for a future.” This big radish of flowers! No wonder his brother implicitly said he was "playing with the bushes every day”. When I think of Rosh, a little warmth runs through my heart. He would never work as hard as his brother. Though eleven years later... I don't want to! Ever since I decided to love him my way, I refused to think about his future wife's concubine. I can't think that far, I can't care less. As long as I love him now...

“Fursati, have you never loved anyone? ”

“No!” simply answered smoothly.

Rendezvous with Fursati and discovered that ten years later he was always hung up and would say something that annoyed me, sometimes even blushed me. I was cautious when I first thought that Fursati had other intentions for me. However, after a few days of contact, he was found to have a playboy temper. Apart from jamming me with oil and taking advantage of oral cheapness, he didn't actually do anything excessive. In the street, a woman who knew him greeted him. A woman who didn't know him turned a blind eye to him. He replied with an eyebrow. If he brought some color, he also came with an open mouth, making him look like a popular lover. So, I also let myself out, and from time to time he made intimate contact with me, apart from shouting protests in his mouth and avoiding uselessness, I also slowly began to accept that he was this person anyway.

But I'm really happy with him. He can play with the treasure, he can laugh, he can keep changing his style, he can look so sunny and handsome, no wonder so many women are obsessed with dying to live, no wonder those women don't get him to be sad. Alas, fortunately, my strength is not generally strong, and I have been able to resist Rosh's charm for so long. Fortunately, my heart is small, and Rosh has filled it up. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm already one of those grieving women, watching him cry as he keeps changing women.

After bathing at night, rubbing my hair back to the room, I saw that tall radish again, and I flipped out my sketchbook with a pencil in my hand and painted it. Why hasn't this habit changed in 10 years? That's how he must have consumed my sketchbooks.

Seeing me come back, the big radish threw away the pencil, and he looked impatient: “A bath is so sharp, well, put it on. ”

A new set of clothes was handed to me in soft, floating silk, light green, embroidered with a soft yellow pomegranate trim, superior clothing, well made and must have cost a lot of money. I couldn't help but say, “Fursati, you're too tall to chase a woman. Such a suit cannot be rejected by a woman. ”

“This is the first time Ben Young Master has given something to a woman. They have always given it to me. Either they still have to look at Ben Young Master's mood.” His nostrils are in the air, "hey, do you want me to take it back or not? ”

“No! No!” Take it quickly, “I'm a woman, too. How can you refuse?” In the 21st century, I used to be a T-Shirt jeans sneaker because I traveled a lot and even my boss sometimes had to say I wasn't a girl. When I came here, I didn't expect to attract the attention of the ancients, let alone wear them. But after all, I'm still a girl, and it's natural for me to be attracted to nice clothes.

“You like it?”

I nodded, happily picking up my clothes and comparing them to my body. His voice sounded over his head, and he was mesmerized: "How can you repay me? ”

I stunned, “What do you want? ”

“I'm not leaving tonight, okay? ”

His mouth was hanging with an obscure smile, and he picked out a nice eyebrow for me, which was his signature move again. My face is hot all of a sudden. Why do you say such vague things? What do you mean you're not leaving? What does he want?

“Ha ha, just kidding.” He laughed, “I'm not that thirsty. ”

“But -” he suddenly leaned down and approached my face, and the ambiguity on his face grew stronger, deliberately lengthening the tone: “Ai Qing, you haven't touched a man, have you? That makes me blush. ”

My face was even hotter, so I cut him with a must-have eyeball knife. “What do you care? Yes, and not you! ”

And he couldn't laugh straight: "You're really not like all the women I know.” He held his laugh and took a beating, "and if I held those women together, they would shake excitedly. It's not like you, you touch it and you squirm like how much meat you've lost. Those women, they know me for three days at most, beg me to go to bed. I haven't felt anything for days like you. ”

“They beg you?” Oh, my God, I didn't think the West Side was so open, 1650 years ago, so casual between men and women. But think of it as a strip dance. There are * * even naked portraits everywhere in Kezil's Thousand Buddha Cave. It's not surprising that their people here are very sexy and women chase men backwards. Besides, Fursati is qualified to chase women backwards in any way.

“Yeah, I've never asked for a woman. But I can't go to bed with anyone. It's not easy to get into my Fursati's eyes.” He fell on my bed, his hands pillow behind his head, his legs curled, typical playboy. “But you Han women, more shy than Turtles women, more unspeakable temperament, I'm really interested. ”

In the middle of the night, discussing sex with a young man, for the first time in my life, I always felt a little overwhelmed. I'm still from the 21st century, three years older than he is now, and I actually eat in front of him every time.

“Ai Qing, I like to see you blush, very cute.” He flipped over on the side of the bed and held his head with one hand, which was really sexy. “Axel, you're the first woman I haven't done that for so long. ”

Me, me, me. I can't stand this. It's full of sex. So, what about love? Where does love lie? “Fursati, are you in love with these women? ”

“No, I just thought it was fun. But in a few days, they'll want it. Commitment, commitment, marriage is annoying. ”

“They promise because they're in love with you.” I think of the man who didn't dare to say love, and the string at the bottom of his heart was gently rang,

“Men and women meet, attract, and suck. Sucking is just a sexual attraction, and sex without love is just a slight orgasm. When the freshness is lost, the appeal is suddenly lost. Love is love and sexuality, the mind is controlled, and happiness and pain come from him. They are appreciative, receptive, thoughtful, accommodating and proud. Dependence is the highest realm of love. Love, no matter how hot it is, will eventually fade. A man and a woman cannot break the bond if they can live together and die together. ”

I stared at the night sky out the window, and he was 40 miles from me. Will he look up at the night sky like I do? “Sucking is passion, love is love, and interdependence is love.” Me and Rosh, in any case, have never been able to relate. Such feelings, after all, are broken.

“Ai Qing, are you in love with someone? ”

I was suddenly surprised to find him standing behind me and looking at me, and at that moment, his eyes looked just like Rosh's.

“No, of course not.” I hurried away and couldn't let him know that nobody in the world knew what I felt about Rosh. “I just have feelings. Ha, I wish I had such feelings...”

He pulled my body over, his fingers lifted my chin, and put it against my illusory eyes: "‘Death is a great deed, a word with the child. Hand of the stubborn son, old with the son.’ Irene, is this what you want? ”

I never thought about it. I never dared to fantasize about getting old with Rosh. We both carry too many other things...

“Axel, why don't we try? ”

As the big carrot's sexy lips were about to fall, I blocked him in time with that new dress and kicked him out of the room.