Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 26: Finally, I Sing and Dance

I woke up in the morning and saw him sitting in front of my bed. I'm not surprised to see that no matter how noisy he is next to him, he won't get up reluctantly because he's been too lazy for a while. He walked into the yard in the dress he had given him and saw him in a light green bundled waist blouse. His body was truly stunning, modern, and not being an idol star was nothing short of a thug. But what he's wearing today, with me, looks like a couple of clothes. He saw me, first he whistled, then he circled around me and gave me beauty. And then this guy asked me a very sad question: "Why don't you put on makeup? And your jewelry? ”

He gave me a cosmetic set yesterday with clothes on, and I've packed it up and intend to bring it back to the 21st century as evidence of how ancient women made up. As for the jewellery, I don't have it at all, and some of it will be collected as an artifact. Han Dynasty women's headdress is the simplest, just pick out a sister's head with a hairbrush. I don't bother anyone with noodles like this every day. Why am I being forced to wear makeup by a big carrot stand in front of a copper mirror today? Worst of all, I couldn't use any of those ancient easts, so the big carrot waved his hand and went into battle himself.

I was forced to drum him in my face. It's cold in my heart. God, how much lead do I have to take in today?

I almost didn't laugh when I looked into the bronze mirror. My eyebrows are a match for Zhang Fei in the Beijing opera. Two pieces of rouge look like Wu Junru's matchmaker. The blood plate mouth will make children have nightmares. Oh, my God, it's like a flower in a star show. Fly out and wash your face before too many people see you.

Finally, after cleaning up, when I came back, I made up my mind that if he let me put on makeup again, I wouldn't be on the street today, although I was still looking forward to the sixth day of the screening.

He didn't push me any more, but he actually had a red spot on his face that he'd never seen before. It's my turn to circle him. Is that still his thousand-year-old face?

On the street, you can see today all young men and women, no masks, all dressed up in flowers and branches, lots of opponents holding hands in couples costumes. I see. The sixth day of Sue's cover is Valentine's Day in Turtles. And then I found a lot of women looking at me and his costume and his hand, which I could never take off on my shoulder, and they looked so white. I said he was so nice, he gave me clothes to dress up, so he used me as a shield again, making me guilty for no reason. I angrily tried to break the claw one hundred times, and it turned out, alas, needless to say, just like a hundred times before.

A couple of lovers gathered in front of the stage in the main square of the center and were very excited. I looked around strangely and didn't seem to have a professional dancer. Is today an event of a participatory nature?

“This is a song contest, where a man and a woman go on stage to sing love songs and score performances and singing levels based on the content of love songs. The winning couple will be the best couple in Turtles this year. Look, there's the prize. ”

I looked up at him with his hands, and there were two boxes on a tall table, which were supposed to be jade or something. It's too far apart to see the exact shape.

He sighed heavily: "Ai Qing, so many women want to sing to me, for your sake, I refuse. I've been thinking about the prize for a long time...” He looks at the prize and reveals what he wants.

“Come on!” I pulled him up and headed for the podium.

“Irene, I'm glad you took the initiative to pull me off for the first time. But can you tell me what you're gonna do? ”

“Help you win the prize.” I smiled secretly at him, "rewarding you for dancing so well yesterday. ”

When I signed up, I pulled him aside and sang to him first in Chinese. He couldn't laugh straight, and I seriously despised him: "Seriously, this is a game. ”

He finally stopped laughing, listened carefully to me and then translated into Spitty Roman. The tune is simple, but he translates so quickly and rhymes. Listen to me one more time and he'll basically be able to sing the Vernacular version. I was surprised that he was actually smart. Even without a gift like his brother's, IQ was still much taller than usual. It was just too hippie to smile, making people ignore his IQ.

We rehearsed a few times to see if there were any loopholes, and we went on stage in the host's call.

I was on both sides of the stage with him, and he made the appearance of walking down the street, and then he saw me, and he turned around me amazingly. I was shy, and I was in a hurry to go, and he tried to stop me, and I ducked, and he sang behind me:

“Hey-hey, hey, hey, hey. What a water rise, hey hey hey. What water-supporting parasols, what water-supporting white-heads? Hey, hey, hey, hey, what surface supports the parasol, what surface is white? ”

His voice was magnificent and cheerful. I didn't expect him to dance great and sing so charming. I must be God, looking back at him, revealing a shameful look, responding crisply with my invincible throat in Karaoke:

“Hey-hey, duck, water and fight, hey, hey. Big boat, high water, hey hey hey. The lotus leaf water supports the umbrella, and the Faithful water has white head. Hey, hey, hey, hey, the lotus leaf water supports the parasol, the fair face of the water is white head. ”

He was overjoyed and tried to come up and pull my hand, and I turned around and hid. Staring into his eyes, I turned and sang:

“What's with your mouth shut, hey hey hey. What nonsense, hey hey hey. What walks without feet, what walks without feet? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. ”

I scratched his head as I sang and his face was confused. Spread your hands at me again, ask your sister not to look so cute with so many difficult problems. These moves were not rehearsed, he improvised, but he didn't do anything to drive the plot. This guy's got a real talent for acting. I could barely sing watching him smile.

When I finished singing, he didn't immediately go on, but took a serious step, meditated on bitterness, and made the audience think he was overwhelmed and rushed for him. Finally, he suddenly enlightened himself, tapped his hand, and turned back and sang to me:

“Hey ~ Bodhisattva has a mouth that doesn't speak, hey hey. The bronze goats are chattering, hey hey hey. The owner has no foot to walk, copper money to walk a thousand houses. Hey, hey, hey, hey, the owner has feet to walk, copper money to walk a thousand houses. ”

The audience immediately clapped for him, and the atmosphere was completely mobilized by him. I finally stopped shamelessly tapping him holding my hand in the middle of a high mood. In his deep gaze, we sang together:

“If you want to sing, sing. If you want to play fish, go down the river.

You grab the bamboo, I grab the net, whatever river you want. ”

He moved from holding my hand to embracing my waist, his head resting on my shoulder, and the song was tediously sweet, and then we ended at the climax with a classic POSE of Titanic Cree thirst quenching and screws, causing an entire sensation. In flowers and applause, I stabbed him, but he held me tight. Hey, I should have warned him, I can't take this opportunity to eat up my tofu.

This is the song in "Third Sister Liu". Originally there were any papaya banana pineapple grapefruit in the lyrics. They are all subtropical fruits. I suppose Turtles have not seen them before, so I deleted them.

The first one is inevitable, and the judges give the following comments: unique curves, interesting lyrics, good performances, excellent singing. Of course. Haven't you ever seen a song and dance competition run through a woman? What I'm most proud of is: I finally did what 99.9% of the ladies in writing would do: I sang and danced, haha, nobody ever said I wasn't a normal lady in transit anymore?

The prize pair is truly a good thing. It is a flawless white jade of Kazuda goat fat. The engraving craftsmanship is very beautiful. A pair of lions is alive and well. It is a symbol of Turtles. Put it in the modern world, no $18,000 can buy it. Fursati hung the mother lion around her neck, and inexplicably hung the male lion around my neck, beautifully as if she'd never seen such a good baby.

That whole day, he hung that tired, fermented laugh and hit a lot of MM columns. He keeps talking to me like, "Oops.” Back then, on Yangshuoxi Street, where tourists were most concentrated, almost all bar restaurants repeatedly played "Third Sister Liu". Every day in Yang Shuo's ear, the "hey what...” Even after coming home for a few days, I would unwittingly hum —— “hey,” now he's humming all day, singing my ear cocoon. I couldn't stand it. If I warned him to sing again, I would go back alone. I stopped watching the next show and finally shut him up.

At night he snuck into my room as usual. This time he stopped talking about what made me blush. He just kept getting me into singing songs I'd sung to him before. Some of the songs he remembered would hum with me. When I sang "Kiss My Baby," I remembered the song for Rosh. Then I found out that I really thought about him, and I thought about it together...

My voice was mute and I was blinded. I really regret that I was too lazy to go to school teaching women defensive techniques. Wu can't, I have to use the mandarin.

“Fursati, why do you always like to hold me? ”

“Because you smell good and smell good.” His nose rubbed against my neck, like a puppy, making me tickle to laugh. I lifted my arm and smelled it myself. What's so good about it? I don't have any modern shampoo lotion or perfume to apply to my makeup. I use their common pancreas for bathing, don't say fragrance, it doesn't smell like anything.

“Unlike those women, they always smell. This kind of woman, I don't want to touch them.” He took another deep breath and said with satisfaction, "Still, Ai Qing smells best. ”

I suddenly realized. Turns out he said it smelled like fox. I recall that Chen Yinzhi dedicated an article to "Hu and Fox Stinks," and said, "The so-called fox stink, the earliest name should be Hu stink, this refers to the physique of Hu people in the west, named after Xihu people. After long confusion between Hu Xihu people and Huaxia ethnic origin, that is, among Chinese people, there is such stink, still named Hu, it is appropriate to suspect that it is inconsistent. Because of its resemblance to wild fox, the ‘hu' was changed to ‘fox’.” Most modern Westerners also have a physical taste, and I always felt that it was because their diet was different from that of the Orientals, predominantly non-bloodletting meat. And the Oriental yellow people, they rarely smell, no wonder Fursati likes to rub on me so much. I got cold again, luckily neither of their brothers smelled like this...

“And you're warm...”

“Bullshit!” I pushed him, "I was human, of course, warm. ”

“But my mother was cold.” He let go of me and walked slowly, looking up at the copybook he had posted on the wall. “From the moment I remembered, the memory of my mother was that my father took me to the temple every other time to see her. She wore those nasty clothes, saw my father cold, and saw me cold. Even the man behind her, whose father called me his brother, was cold. ”

“I never told my father that I actually hated going to the temple to see my mother and brother. Then they went to school, walked for four years. I'm glad I don't have to see those cold people at last. ”

“But I remember when they returned home, you were crying with your mother in your arms. ”

“That's for my father.” He shifted his gaze from the copybook to me and laughed, “Father wants me to like Mother. As long as my father was happy, I would do it. Though I don't understand why two people like that are so cold, my father misses them so much. ”

I'm a little surprised. I didn't expect a 10-year-old to play with that kind of thinking about his father's joy. But thinking about it is inevitable. In his heart, his father was the relative with whom he grew up. And Mother and Brother, they were all separated from him by an indestructible membrane.

“That was the first time I hugged my mother. I also want to know what it's like to be held by a mother. But she was cold. I hate it when she's cold, just like her people. Since then, I've never wanted to hold my mother again. ”

He had an amazing look on his face, like Rosh. After all, brothers, no more feelings, same blood flow.

“But you're different. When I hugged you when I was 10 years old, I thought you were warm and completely different from my mother, and I loved hugging you.” His long arm stretched and he stirred me into his arms, slightly sighing over my neck. “Ten years later, hugging you still reminds me of the warmth of the year. ”

I didn't struggle the way I used to. A woman's natural motherhood made me unbearable to refuse to give him warmth at a time like this. He actually lacks a great deal of love. In pursuing her ideals, did she ever think that it would hurt her child? She's supposed to love her brothers, but isn't that a deformity?

Let him hold it for a while, I think I'll have to talk to him. Even if these intimate moves are his subconscious desire for motherhood, I can't replace the role of mother. Now that he's spoiled by the women who love him, he probably never wonders how I feel. But I can't let this ambiguous move go on. Especially since I definitely don't want to be seen by Rosh. Though there is no verbal commitment with Rosh, he has long been regarded as the only one.

Sigh, I'll break him. “Fursati, you're grown up now. The Hans have a saying that men and women are not close. It is a courtesy that a man and a woman should not act too intimately. So, okay, don't keep hugging me. I'm Han, and I don't like how men behave so lightly. ”

“Don't you like it?” Seeing me nod seriously, he sighed and let me go, "I thought," Every woman likes to be held by me. ”

“That's because they love you. Only two people who love each other will enjoy physical contact. ”

“Well...” he suddenly approached me, inquiring in my face with those beautiful eyes, asking softly: "Do you love me? ”

“Not love.” My answer is simply "You are my brother. Don't forget, I'm three years older than you. ”

“But you're a fairy, and in a few years, I'll be older than you. When I'm old, you won't be. ”

That's the fairy question again. How the hell am I supposed to explain this to a 100% satisfactory lie?

“Vsativo...”

He flashed a strange light in his eyes and interrupted me quickly: "Well, since you don't like it, I won't hold you.” Then again, it's like a wave that hasn't changed for 10,000 years, "but if something happens, can we just hold it?” Alas, no serious minutes, back to the prototype. Still, it doesn't change.