Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 27: Let's Sprinkle

On Sue's last day, instead of waking up the big carrot that was squatting in front of me, I was drawn back from the beautiful dream of seeing the sunrise with Rosh by the sound of clamour and hidden laughter coming from the outside.

“Aiqing, I've never seen a woman who likes lazy beds as much as you do. Wake up. It's Sue's busiest day. ”

I hummed and still closed my eyes and really wanted to go back to my dream. Me and Rosh, it's the only way we can hold hands in our dreams.

“You get up again, I'm gonna hold you up. ”

I shouted "so” and got up immediately.

I went out with Fursati in a mask and I just opened the main entrance to the mansion. I was foolish. Water everywhere on the ground, people walking down the road, clothes wet, they don't care.

“This is...”

“Come on, let me show you. The last day of Su Mun-shielding was the most interesting…” The music sounded again on the corner, Fusatibo pulled me up and rushed towards the sound of music.

A scooter was moving slowly, with a few blowjobs on it. A large barrel of wood filled with water, two young men scooping the water and spilling it over the pedestrian, shouting in his mouth, "The year has come, the disaster is over”. The door was wide open, there was a barrel of water in front of the door, and people were throwing water at people on the scooter. Everyone who drips into the water, although he can't see his face in a mask, must be laughing and laughing all over the street. When I got excited, I actually saw the Splash Festival 1,650 years ago.

Big carrots skilfully dodged a spoon of water, but the central and pond fish splashed my skirt. “Go, Irene!” A handful was caught by a radish, and his eyes jumped with joy, "Let's spill water! ”

He dragged me back to the mansion. There was actually a decorated Mala scooter in the yard, which was also a big bucket of water. He said hello, a young man joyfully got on the horse, and two other people came up to blow. He lifted me into the car and jumped on his own, in a brilliant position. When he got in the car, he stuffed me with a spoon and shouted "Go!” at the driver. The carriage started, and the bang rang, and we just poured water down the street in the beeping horn.

I also went through the Thai New Year in Thailand - the Song Gan Festival, the familiar watering festival. There were water guns all over Bangkok Street that day, a pickup truck on the street, the music was playing loudest, and young men and women kept pouring water on pedestrians from large plastic barrels. Go to a crowded place and stop for a water war. Sometimes they line up with buses and throw them in them. The man who was thrown dropped water on his face, happy. But I was just watching as a bystander, and although I was also thrown, there was a group of Thai people I didn't know who came to me and put a white powder on my face, but I never sliced myself in like this one.

There was water everywhere along the way, and we threw it at the people on the street, and they threw it at us. When the wagons meet, the wagons stop for a water battle and keep speaking Gilly. At first, I was quite Sven, just a little water on people. Afterwards, I was thrown too much, my body was wet, I also gave out, a big spoon to greet others, and then swayed right and left to escape the dark guns. It's summer and the climate is dry and the water spills on you, nothing is uncomfortable. Instead, it swept away the sweat. I screamed out loud and never had so much fun. There are also people on the street with water guns made of wooden cylinders that push the piston to hit the water column very far. Someone shot me, and I hid, and I didn't stand steady on the waving carriage and fell aside.

Instead of falling off the carriage, I fell into a warm embrace. His pale grey eyes were close by, his eyes sweeping over me and seeing his feet from the head. I suddenly realized that my clothes were snug, and I took the word "curved.” You can't see anything but the eyes, but you can imagine what this big radish will look like now. My face was a little hot, lucky to be wearing a mask and struggling to get up. He didn't eat my tofu this time as usual. He just stared slowly at me and sighed: “Ai Qing, your breasts are so small...”

A large spoon of water dripped off his head. Of course I can't compete with those turtles.

“I hear, however, that more rubbing can be done. ”

The second spoonful of water served him.

He dropped his head, his brown curly hair wet on his forehead, not afraid to die. Add another sentence: "I can help...”

The water doesn't work anymore. I just rush up and strangle him, so as not to leave the world in harm's way.

The carriage slowly walks around town and our water runs out very quickly. Fusatibo asked the wagon to stop, and he and the boys removed the empty bucket and went to the bronze mill river tributary in Wangcheng to fetch water. I jumped out with them and scooped the water. Fursatilla had just played madder than anyone else, her whole body was wet, her summer thin clothes were on her body, her tight muscles hidden in it, and the reverse triangle behind her was even more obvious. Looking at such a sexy man, I'm not a woman anymore.

“Well, are you satisfied with what you see? ”

Isn't that a typical white sentence in a romance? I got knocked over by Ray... Mother, please don't be so white, okay? (This sentence has been rated as one of the most violent dialogues between male and female leaders. Other reviews include “What should I do with you”, haha, the author is insane in writing, take Xiao Fu and massage him...)

I immediately served another spoonful of water, and as a result he flexed away, and an innocent man behind him was victimized...

The man's clothes were dry, and now I'm throwing them wet, hiding a little backwards. He was tall, skinny, wearing a moon-white bundled waist robe, wearing a lion mask, and he had an unspeakable floating temperament, even among so many people, as if he were alone. My heart beat and I looked him in the eye, but he had already turned away. I want to chase, get grabbed by Fursati. Stunning, I shook my head gently. It must be an illusion. How did he get here? Besides, the guy had a slightly brown shawl hair. But why would I be sad to see such a lonely figure? Even Fursati's laughter didn't go back in spirit.

The carriage moved on again, the inn I had stayed in, and shook past...

Finally, we went back to our master's house, and Fursati still hadn't played enough, yelling to throw it again. It's been crazy all day, this guy, it's a lot of fun.

When I entered the door, I felt the atmosphere was a little different, and the servants seemed to be a little serious. Once he attacked the brown red monk's coat, a lonely tall slim figure stood in the courtyard and froze against the sky. Hear our voices, turn around, the wind is light and cloudy...

At that moment, my eyes were wet. Rosh, how long have I not seen you? Long enough for me to think there's been a lifetime.

His eyeballs, spinning on me. On her cheek, she fainted. I was still soaking wet, and I didn't care in front of Fursati. In his eyes, I actually had some heartbeat, some dry heat. Face, couldn't help but bow down.

The mask over my face was unmasked and I put a carrot claw on my shoulder: "Brother, look who's here. It's Axel, our fairy. The disappearing decade finally came back. ”

Rosh lifted his eyes and looked at me. A little surprised and quickly disappeared. Turning to me, his hands were closed and he bowed calmly: "Meet Master Roshby. ”

He actually treated me in such a formal way in front of my brother. I was confused, I didn't know how to respond, and I looked at him.

“Get dressed. Look at you. It's all wet and cold.” The first time Fursati spoke to me in such a spoiled tone, I looked at Rosh with embarrassment, but he was not surprised and could not see a single expression.

I got irritated for no reason, and I felt that Fursati's hand on me seemed to have a thorn and stabbed me with anger and broke off, walking toward the room.

You heard Fursati laughing behind her: “Woman, just love a little temper for no reason...”

Rosh interrupted him suddenly with a grumpy tone: “You go get dressed too, come to Father's room later, I have something to say. ”

I changed my clothes and walked in the yard with wet hair. Both brothers are now in their father's room, and I don't know what Rosh is going to say to them. My heart is still chaotic. Why is he here today? Is he still there?

She was disturbed, and the door to Pomorosis opened, and Fursati's face came out white, she saw me, she approached me silently, and she held me in her arms. I bite my teeth and I will not let him succeed this time, and I would never want Rosh to see this.

“Irene!” Fursati pressed my struggle and the voice swallowed: “Mother... she passed away...”

In my heart I forgot to struggle. Turns out he came back to inform his family about this… his eyes were raised and he was seen standing on the steps in front of his father's room. The sky is darkened, and the dusk of light cages him and outlines a lonely arc.

“Big Brother, your room has been cleaned.” Pomorosis makes all servants in the family call Rosh the Grand Duke, even though Rosh is already the archmage of the West Side of Earthquake. The father did this to remind his son: Does he still have a secular identity at home?

He nodded and walked down the steps to his room, ignoring me and Fursati in the middle of the yard. As I walked by, I saw his mouth tight and his eyes cold as if nothing worldly had anything to do with him. My heart was twisted and my tears broke and I did everything in my power to break free from Frasativo's calluses.

“Aiqing, what's wrong?” Fursati seems to be messed up, hands and feet slapping my back, “I'm glad you're gonna cry for me. But don't cry, please..."

I broke his hand, rushed back to the room and put the pin in.

“Irene, open the door.” Frasativo was slamming the door, and I ignored him, but buried his head in the blanket. When I was depressed, I would ostrich and allow myself to torture myself overnight, and then, the next day, another day. All unpleasant, all thrown away, there is no threshold beyond which the world can pass. But I still can't figure out why I'm crying.

“Cry for my mother, not worth it. ”

I drilled out of the blanket and saw Fursati squatting in front of me. He walked into my room and never seemed to walk through the front door.

At this moment, he has a look on his face that I have never seen before, a little sadness, a little anger, a little pain...

“Mother never cared about this family, she only practiced liberation, entered the world of joy and never returned.” He laughed, his chest fluttered, "I don't understand. Is that world of joy really better than it is? Better than having a husband and kids? ”

He bit the corner of his mouth and took a deep breath: “Even my son, she only had a big brother in her eyes, not me. She gave birth to me only to give my father another account before she decided to leave home, so that I could inherit blood and fulfill her last duty in the world. So she ran away with her brother and left me to succeed the family. How many times have I seen her in the last 21 years? Father misses her so much. What did she do for her father? Cheng Buddha, can you really make people feel cold? ”

He suddenly stood up and straightened his waist rod and said, "The world wants to be a Buddha, I prefer it. The price of becoming a Buddha is to abandon everything in this world. Will you be happy if you become a Buddha? I'd rather go to Hell with my nose than repress myself in this world. Life doesn't last decades, and the next generation, I don't ask for people, as long as this world, whatever I want, turns it into a pig dog or a bug fly. ”

I stayed and forgot to cry. He never told me so much inside, his games, his cynicism, his deep heart, his resistance to his mother's abandonment? Despair of the post-mortem world portrayed by Buddhism?

“There is a gap between the heavens and the earth, such as a white colt, but suddenly, that is all.” I threw the blanket down and stood behind him and said softly: "Fersati, cherish this world, nothing is wrong. ”

He shuddered for a moment and turned around and looked at me. “Ai Qing, don't you think I'm disobedient? ”

Everyone here is incredibly devout of Buddhism. Everyone paints a beautiful dream turtle for their afterlife. His thoughts are really a little frightening.

“The lagoons are flat, with north-east and south-west currents. Life also has a life, and Anne can sigh and grieve.” Think of Bo's poem, sigh, "Fursati, what you think you're doing, in my opinion, is just trying to catch the eye and have a good time. It's just, where can you be happy without love in your heart? ”

“Is there no love in my heart?” His mouth mumbled and his eyes blinded for a moment.

“Maybe there is, just that you never know what love is! You dare not admit that you actually love your mother. It is because she loves her that she wants to know if her embrace is warm. It is because she cares if she has a family. It is because she is jealous that your brother has received more attention from her, that she will resist the liberation she is seeking. ”

“Irene!” There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, lowly calling me, "you say," Mother loves me? "”

“Of course it is! There are no parents who don't love their children. It's not that she doesn't love you, it's just that she loves you in her own way, and you don't feel it, or you just don't expect it as much. When you become a father yourself, you will naturally understand what they were thinking. ”

He was silent and his eyelids began to turn red. He is, in fact, a big boy who yearns for his mother's love.

That night, for the first time, he spoke to me with such seriousness, no hands, no hippie smile. Even when he left, he had a heavy expression, completely unlike him. I put out the oil lights in the room early and sat in front of the window staring at the room across the street. His slender figure would shake through the window from time to time, even though he couldn't see clearly, causing me a heartbeat. I just stared until the lights went out in his room. In the dark, my thoughts are tens of thousands, it's hard to calm down.

Sue, it's over.