Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 28: Returning to Subash

I haven't slept well all night, I have a slurry in my head, I shouldn't have thought of flying out. When I thought Rosh was so close to me, I couldn't help but tremble. It's hard to think of Rosh looking at me in the cold. I finally got up agitated when the weather was bright and I spinned around the room for a few laps or I couldn't help but pull the door open and rush to the door of his room.

Is it time for him to get up? It's almost 4: 30. He has early class at 5: 00. Where would he go to do his breakfast? It must be Wang Xinji Temple, after all, the freckles are too far away from the Great Temple. What does he think when he sees me? I ran to his door early in the morning with such fantasy that I never got up so early.

I circled in front of his door, my heart mentioned my voice, my hands trembled unconsciously, hurry and fall, for God's sake, what am I nervous about?

“Squeak," the door opened. I was stirred up with a bow, bouncing backwards, and my head hit the porch, hurting so much that I opened my mouth.

“Miss, are you up so early? ”

I forgot to call the pain and look silly at the man who walked out of his room. The maid in charge of cleaning the house, with a garbage can. What about him? I looked in the house.

“The Big Brother had already left and said he wanted to go back to the Bird Leaving the Temple. ”

So early? Why don't you say hello to me before you go? As soon as I lose it, the back of my head hurts more.

“Wait a minute!” When I glanced at the garbage can with a corner of clothing, I moved my heart and called the maid.

In the trash can, there's a good moon-white silk men's shirt, a tonal belt, and... a lion mask and a slightly brown wig. Suddenly, I petrified...

“The Big Brother called for it to be thrown away. Alas, isn't that a shame, such a good clothing...” The servant grumbled and stabbed me...

Frosativo opened the door and saw me sitting in the hallway at his door. He was surprised, looked at the sky, looked at me, and then smiled brightly at his whole face. “Aiqing, why don't you come inside? You can always have my room...”

“Vosativo, I'm leaving the temple today.” I hurriedly interrupted him before the big radish said something colorful again.

“Well, know you like to draw some boring stuff, I'll go with you if you want. But...” He scratched his head and looked embarrassed. "Can we wait another ten days? From today onwards, I will be on duty in the palace. It will take ten days to rest. ”

“No need. If you're busy, I'll get a carriage myself. ”

“Ai Qing, don't be so stubborn and obedient. But just wait ten days..."

“Frasativo!” I interrupted him with a firm face, "you don't have to stay with me, I'm not a weak woman protected by dignitaries everywhere. I have my own idea, and I'll be back in a few days. ”

Finally, I promised him I'd be back in ten days. He said to take me to Tianshan Grand Canyon when he had his turn. This Grand Canyon, which I had heard during my expedition to Cooker, is about 70 kilometres from Cooker County City and is a canyon in Tianshan Branch Kuzilia Mountain. The magnificent landscape, full of reddish-brown rocks, is so peculiarly shaped that it is said to be comparable to the Colorado Grand Canyon in the United States, just not so large. In 1999, an old Uyghur pesticide mine inadvertently found a rock cave, dug during the Tang Dynasty, called the Aai Cave. Although the cave is small and less than 5 meters deep, it is of great academic significance because there are residual murals on all three sides of the cave, and the Chinese characters rarely appear on the murals, unlike hundreds of other stone caves in the ancient western region, showing the influence of Shengtang Shihan culture on Turtles. But I didn't have time to go, but now, alas, I didn't cross the mountain to play with the water. For me, the stone cave murals are more appealing than the mountain water, and now that the cave has not been carved out, my interest is less intense. But seeing as Fursati was holding me back, I had to say yes vaguely.

Finally, he was going to give me a ride in his carriage, and I was afraid that his servant would find out that I actually lived in another courtyard in Rosh and was determined to pay for the car himself. He couldn't help but give up. This guy was so annoyed today, he helped me find a car and ordered this order. When was the first time I went out? So when my ears are clear, I let the driver run as fast as possible. My heart, long gone from this royal city, flew to that peaceful little courtyard 40 miles away.

As soon as Sue is over, I should be on my way as planned. But I always thought that if I just left, I'd regret it forever. I want to see him, even if he doesn't say anything, just take a look.

Coming back to the small courtyard was incredibly friendly, and Mobson was quite happy to see me. Ruffled and told me: “In the absence of the lady these past few days, the elder dude comes to read every day and sits in the temple late at night. ”

I slipped a little sweet in my heart and squeaked with Mobson for half a day, hoping he would help me get out of the Bird Temple and tell Rosh I was back. Then I waited restlessly for Mobson to return from the temple. I couldn't help but pry into all the details to Mobsie, but he said Rosh was busy telling the scriptures with just one sound. Really... what kind of answer is that? So tonight, is he coming or not?

This misgivings tormented me until the moment the courtyard door was opened.

I rushed into the courtyard, and I saw the brown and red monk's coat, which was never stained, and the deep, dark eyes, the lonely figure, my heartbeat, could anyone in the whole world hear it?

He looked up at me with a gentle face and a slight smile in the corner of his mouth. All of a sudden, a light smile appeared on his face, and he walked toward me, holding my head before I could react, his other hand gently lifted my chin, and I looked up unprepared. His shallow grey eyes, close by, reflected a small surprise for me.

“Rosh...” I'm really going to faint. He, is he trying to kiss me? Was the scene that once appeared in a dream, the scene that you never dared to expect in reality, going to happen like this? I opened my mouth slightly and closed my eyes.

“Don't talk.” His breath swept through my face, and the gentle sound made my whole person tremble. Touched a thing in the face, huh? Why not on the lips, but... on the nose...

I opened my eyes and saw him staring at my face, my eyes full of concern. Cover your nose with a piece of pad. He, he didn't kiss me. I, I... I just thought...

“Don't look down!” He said in a hurry, and then my shoulder was gently embraced, as if my feet were not my own, as he walked into the room. Unlike Fursati's, his embrace was so gentle, so warm, it made people want to lean on it like this for the rest of their lives.

“Shall we show it to the doctor tomorrow? ”

What the hell happened to me? Take off his pad, I'm stuck. Red and bright blood on the pad. Me, I actually had a nosebleed the first time I saw him. Well, that's kind of a sign of frustration, isn't it? But I, I didn't seem to have any naughty thoughts. Is it because you miss him too much?

The blood was still flowing, and he lifted my head and said softly, "Don't move, it'll be just a moment.” Pad restarted his nose, and he still held me up and sat on my bed.

I really want this blood to keep flowing. He can hold me like this all the time. Unfortunately, good times always pass and when the blood stops, I can't wait to tap my nose again.

He saw that I was no longer bleeding, took the pad and stuffed it back in his arms. I have some blushes: "Well, there's blood on the paste, I'll give it back to you after I wash it. ”

He didn't answer, stood up and went to the cabinet to get me a new pad. I was wondering, when did I leave my handkerchief there?

“You never use a pad, you wipe your mouth, you wipe it with your hands, that's not good.” It's still a warm sound, but the curtains are drooling. “It's all new in the cabinet, don't forget...”

Heart runs through unusual warmth, ironing my whole body. Rosh, you're kind to me, too, aren't you?

I bit my lips and didn't let the smile float on my face, my eyes turned: "Right, Rosh, well, I haven't finished painting the freckles out of the temple...”

He stunned and slid a smile across his eyes: "Anytime. ”

We looked at each other like that, and I didn't know what to say. Then I laughed silly. I can't say why, I feel full of joy, I don't laugh, I feel sorry for myself. He saw me laugh so silly, first he whispered, then he seemed to be unable to help, the corners of his mouth were bending, the smiles were growing, and in the end, we all laughed so hard. It's just that my laughter is louder, and his laughter is more convergent.

Without warning room, I was held by him. The smile stuck on my face, for a moment, I didn't know what to do.

He didn't say a word, just hugged me like this, gently, gently. Leaning in front of his thin chest, I could hear his heartbeat and thump my eardrum. After a moment of kung fu, his chest ups and downs gradually intensified, and the breath fell on my neck, seemed to be getting more and more urgent.

“Rosh...” I lowered my voice, wondering if it was anticipation or chestnut.

Suddenly, he pushed me away, his face pale and his chest still fluttered. Stomp and flush towards the door.

“Rosh...” I caught up, ran too fast, my right elbow hit the door frame heavily, a pain in the drill made me scream.

“What's the matter?” He stopped and quickly returned from the yard, pulling me into the house.

Turning to the oil lamp, he lifted my right hand sleeve to reveal an elbow that had rubbed a large piece of skin. I don't know why, it's been almost two months, this injury is always good and bad. Of course I'm not careful myself. I accidentally touch water in the shower every day, scabs scratch because they are too itchy, better, I forget to apply the medicine without the Rosh help, and because I often have to draw with my right hand, sometimes it hurts and I don't care. Yesterday, the water was poured all day, and the scabs fell off easily, and now the redness is terrible. That bump just hit the worst spot, the blood seeped out all of a sudden and the sleeves were red. Moreover, the area of the skin is larger than when it was first rubbed.

“Why are you so careless?” He looked up at me and blamed me painfully, "and you ignored it all the time and it didn't go through. Yesterday, we shouldn't have played with water. ”

I smile. How could I have found him disguised as looking for me without playing with water? But since he didn't say it, I pretended not to stab him.

He drugged me the same way, hurting my tears. He sighed and told me to put up with it, blowing gently at the wound. The focused look caused me to forget to shout for pain and stare at him. Under the oil lamp, his silhouette is very sculptural, his long lashes shake slightly, and his glossy wheat skin shines through a soft glow.

He carefully wrapped the gauze around it and gently lowered my sleeve. Everything moves extremely gently and with great care. For the first time in 24 years of my life, I felt how happy it was to be a little woman spoiled by a man. I stayed like this until he looked up and looked red again. He leaned over, took a meal, and told me not to touch the water again. Then it seemed silent, silent for a moment.

“Just now...” He finally stood up, flanking his face, hesitating, "Rosh offended...”

“Rosh...” I opened my mouth and still couldn't say anything. What can I say? Can I tell him I'm looking forward to it instead of minding? Can I tell him I'm greedy, besides hugging me and wanting more?

“It's late, Rosh. Goodbye.” His voice restored a constant calm, walked to the door and paused for a moment, "you can come any time tomorrow. ”

Watching the back of his impatient departure, I was powerless to paralyze into bed. He, uh, he can't even let go of his heart, can he? It feels like that gentle hug just now, like a dream, is not real. Maybe, really, I had a dream that was too beautiful...