Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 30 Injury

Walk into the room of Hawthornitis, and the smell of medicine pervades the whole room. It has been more than a decade since I returned to my home country, and the situation has been worrisome. He vomits blood every day and has fainted several times. Fursatilla stays with her father 24 hours a day to bring medicine and water. A few days down, everyone lost weight. And Rosh, in addition to his daily servitude, reads the scriptures with his father every day. Both of them couldn't help but let me breathe. At this time, I can't offer to leave, so help me take care of the phylloxera.

“Master of the Nation...” I approached the bedside of the phylloxera. His skinny hair, with only a pair of shallow grey eyes, seemed to be the only viable spot on his body.

“Miss Aiqing, you're here.” He nodded slowly, trying to hold his torso up, and I hurried up and put the cushion on his waist. This kind of contact touched his skinny body, and it was a pain in his heart.

“Was Miss Aiqing surprised that I wanted to talk to you alone? ”

“Well, it's kind of surprising.” I answer honestly. Somehow, he made me feel like my boss. I've always called my mentor the boss, but he's my most respected man. I smiled lightly, "But the master must have something to talk to me about. ”

“Miss Aiqing is not an ordinary woman, which the flames have seen 10 years ago. ”

I didn't make a sound.

“The flames know for themselves that there are not many days, and they are long tired of this dust, and they return early, lest they be dragged to their loved ones.” My nose was sore and I just wanted to say something optimistic, which was interrupted by his still wise eyes. “However, there is always a connection in the world, for flames, that is these two children...”

Intuitively felt that the conversation must have something to do with the two brothers and waited quietly for him to continue.

“Miss Ai Qing, you are from an extraordinary past. Can you tell a man who will be silenced, my two children, what will happen next? ”

I was surprised to look up and see the light in his eyes. How many points did he guess about my history? But how did he know?

“The girl's face remained unchanged for 10 years and strangely disappeared. Flame believes that a girl must know something that ordinary people cannot know. ”

I can't tell you about history, but that's a dying man. Do you still have to stick to that principle? Look at me hesitate, and he goes on to say, "Miss Ai Qing, if you trust a man who's going to die, you don't have to leak the planet. ”

He hesitated repeatedly and could not bear to hide it and reveal it selectively. “The national master, Rosh's future achievements, will be recorded in the history books.” I'll have a meal, "Fersati said, reassuring the governor that Axel would protect him.” Fursati did not leave any record in history, and he should have been submerged in a long historical trend, just like ordinary people. And I have decided that he will be duly reminded to prevent the tragedy he may encounter in eleven years' time. That's all I can do for him.

“Was Rosh's achievement Buddhistological? ”

I nodded: "Rosh has a huge influence on Buddhist propagation in the Chinese Plains. ”

It took him half a day to make a sound, and he seemed to be thinking about something. “In fact, being a father naturally wants the child to live, but it is more important to live a safe life.” He coughed up again, and I hurried forward to help him out. He slowed down and said, "Fersati, I'm not too worried. He is responsible for what he does, and he is extremely natural. A little cynical when he is young, he will naturally flatten out in the future. It's just, alas, my biggest worry is Rosh..."

My heart beats and I stare at him. I've never heard him say so much at a time since he got sickly. At this moment, he had an abnormal redness on his face, coughing and saying: "He was too smart, but he had never suffered anything as a child. You think too much, but you never say anything. Such a person would be unfortunate for life. ”

Remember watching a story about a group of scientists who developed a genetically modified mouse that was smarter than an average mouse. It has been predicted that applying such techniques to people may make people smarter and more intelligent. Soon, however, people began to be fortunate not to hasten to turn that dream into reality. Because it turns out that genetically modified mice pay a very painful price when they become intelligent. While new genes added in the body of “smart rats" activate nerves and help memory and learning, "smart rats" are also more sensitive to pain and injury.

So too smart is really not a good thing. When misfortunes descend, they become more sensitive and unbearable. Many ordinary people are accustomed to things that they can't tolerate. How many philosophers have experienced that feeling of "Everybody's Drunk I'm Alone” in history? They often look crazy, and the fate of a lifetime is often very tragic. That's the sadness of a wise man. Rosh, you can't escape such a sad fate.

"Miss Aiqing, you said that his achievements in life were in the Buddha Gate. I don't know where the girl came from, but what she said, Flame believed it was true. ”

“Master, take a break.” I handed him the cup and let him drink it with my hands. He gasped and struggled to say: "No, I'm afraid there's no time...”

He suddenly looked at me sharply: "Miss Ai Qing, if you knew Rosh would be at the Buddha Gate forever, why did you bother him? Isn't that cruel to him? Or are you a Buddha's life to test him? ”

His hand shook with the water cup and the cup landed, making a crisp noise. I packed my hands and feet, not to guard against my thumb being cut off, and I woke up suddenly. He, he already knew. Yeah, Mobster was the servant he brought from India. I lived in that little courtyard for three months. How could I not have known about Mobster?

“Master...”

He sighed with a painful look in his eyes. “Flames are people who come and suffer from love. It was vulgar at first, and it had to be a lot of sickness. I thought a love word would solve everything, but I was tired of falling in love with someone with a strong heart, not just myself. ”

He stopped breathing and took a break and said, “I can see the girl has a heart for me, too. It's just that he can't tolerate the word 'love’ in his heart anymore because of his devotion to the Buddha and his future achievements. ”

Close his eyes, he was extremely tired, and there was a slight tremor in the corner of his mouth: "Miss Ai Qing, don't walk through the flames again...”

I stumbled out of the humorolitis room. It always felt like the steps at the bottom of the foot were floating, and the whole person seemed to be drained. Fursati circled at the door and saw me come out, hurrying to ask me, “What did my father tell you? ”

“Nothing.” I muttered, seeing him ask again, shaking his head tirelessly, "Fursati, I'm tired. I'm gonna go get some sleep. ”

When I went back to my room, I walked past Rosh, who was coming in with medicine, and his eyes fell on me, concerned, inquiring, pitying. My tears suddenly went out of control, and I turned over quickly so that he could not see them, and I stepped back to my room.

He reads the scriptures in his room every night. I always turn off the lights and hide in the dark. Fluorescent candlelight in the room casts a long, oblique shadow on the window. The shadow did not move, except the Sanskrit murmured and echoed in the open night. Rosh, if we hadn't lived 1650 years apart, if you hadn't been able to change your identity in a lifetime, I would have been brave enough to tell you, wouldn't I? And you're supposed to have feelings for me. You'll accept me, won't you? But why so many? You and I, after all, are just the occasional staggering of parallel lines, back in place, and we all have our own unbreakable baggage. I love you, so I decided to give up on you...

Pumorosis is worse every day than every day, and Turtle King and Queen, a bunch of prince kingdoms, have visited several times. I met Bai Zhen, Bai Jun's youngest brother, eleven years later Lu Guangli became King Turtles. I met an eighty-nine year-old little girl, Princess Turtle, the last Emperor of Azure. I was in a difficult mood to say when I saw her. That's the object of his breaking ring 11 years later, his future wife. I used to read history, and I saw this record of Rosh, and although it strangled him, it was always funny when the story was told to others. Now that he is truly integrated into his life, he no longer reads just a few lines of history, and realizes that he is in love with him, how can he bear such a relationship with another woman in the future? I was really jealous when I saw the last Emperor Asuyeh shouting at my brother, and Rosh laughing at her, even though I was jealous of a little girl. But when I was about to explode, the words of cormortis would go off in my brain, like ice water, and it would put out all the fires I shouldn't have. Yeah, I promised you I'd leave as soon as I could. What right am I to be jealous of his destiny?

After more than a dozen days of using a variety of prestigious medicines, the oil lamp finally ran out. Late that night, when the brothers were standing in front of the bed, I stood in the corner, listening to Morosis and doing everything I could to say to Fursati: “Don't resent... your mother... she has always loved you...”

His sharp eyes had dissipated at the moment, only rolling up and down his throat, so that he could discern that he was saying: “I wonder... if I could reunite with her... in the western world of delight...” The thin one seemed to see a slight bitter smile on the face of the bone, “I'm afraid not... she has borne witness to three fruits... and I... am still struggling...”

Frasativo held his father's hand and cried his liver and intestines. Rosh stared sadly at his father's face without saying a word. Mumbling: “When I first saw her, my heart wasn't on me...” His eyes suddenly regained their glow, seemed to see something, “She was beautiful and so spiritual...”

“Lady, don't go... the children are so young...” He suddenly stretched his hand forward, at this moment he was completely immersed in memory. There was a warmth in his eyes that he had never seen before, as if the man he had missed was right in front of him.

“Granny, wait for me...” He forwarded forwards to earn a fortune, and Fursati grabbed his father quickly. Pomorosis's hands were powerless to drown, falling into the arms of Frasativo. Fursati shouted “Father” like crazy, but in no way responded. Rosh stared, still unable to see the expression on his face, suddenly kneeling on his knees, Sanskrit scripture muttered out, in an uncoordinated contrast to Fursati's cries.

“Stop it! What else would you do besides study the scriptures?” Fursati, let go of her father, turn around and yell at Rosh, the sound is dull and harsh, "What's the use of reading all day long? Can you bring your father back to life? ”

He pointed at Rosh with his fingers, biting his teeth as if they were horrible. “You can only hide from the scriptures. What can your Buddha give you besides painting an empty post-mortem world? ”

“Fursati, don't say that about your brother.” I rushed up to grab his arm. He lost his mind and transferred the pain of losing his father to his brother.

He turned to me, his eyes were red and his chest fluctuated. “The mother had only one son in her eyes, and he had never spent a day of filial piety with his father. But Father, he's still proud of him every day. ”

He suddenly threw me away and his strength made me almost unstable. “And you, he's the only one in your heart. He's spoiled by everyone, but look at him. What does he get in return for someone who loves him? My father died, and he didn't even have a tear! He's a monster without feelings! ”

“Enough! He is more painful than you, you can yell and exasperate dissatisfaction, you can cry and curse if you want, but he...” I look at Rosh, who is still mumbling with his eyes closed, tears gushing out: “He doesn't know the pain, he is too painful to cry...”

“Aiqing...” Rosh made a sudden noise, and there was a silent solitude in his voice that he had never heard before. “Fursati was right. Rosh was a monk from home, and there should not have been a secular affair...”

“Rosh...”

He stood up and walked out: “I went to the palace to inform Uncle Wang...”

I'm gonna chase it, get caught by Fursati. I did everything I could to push him away and rush out the door. I don't know what Rosh's gonna do, I just know I'm gonna protect him.

He was in a hurry to get out of town, not to the palace. The soldiers who guarded the city saw him and released him immediately. When it was my turn, I shoved all the money out of my body and finally let me go.

He seemed to be walking aimlessly, too fast and often grumpy. He finally stopped by the copper mill river and cried loudly at the river. On a clear night, in a deserted suburb, he cried and seemed particularly lonely.

I've been watching silently from afar. Rosh, you're not without feelings, you just can't cry in front of people. Why does a man like you, so rich and sensitive, prefer religion that cuts off all emotions in the world?

I've been watching him from afar, and whenever I can't help pressing to rush in front of him, my ears are ringing. Rosh, I can't disturb you anymore. All I can do is wait so silently.

When I think of the songs I often listen to in modern times, the one that touches me most is Crying Camel. I used to be moved because of that amazing love story under the same name. Now, on this lonely night, watching the man in the distance who was even cursed to cry, suddenly remembered the song, a sad cloth that never existed. Heart, nowhere to run, can only be so cruelly painful.

I carry happiness, but I pursue pain. Wandering may be the only way to go to love you.

I wanted to give but forgot to take it back. Forgetfulness may be my most merciful blessing to you and me.

Born with gentle eyes, even crying is cursed, no tears, how to flow loneliness.

I couldn't open my eyes because of the wind and sand. I walked and stopped in the dark. Desert, even the road is unstable, the heart is the North Star, without asking why.

The wind and sand blow I can't hear love, it's hard to remember. You and I, we can't even play chess. Let the unknown wind and sand roll our footprints.

I sang this song in my heart over and over again, and the tears wet my coat, the wind swept, and it cooled to my heart. Look, you have a lot of influence. I don't even dare to sing or cry. Rosh, this night, you're not alone, I'm with you, crying with you. Let me clean up the tears I've been accumulating for you for 24 years. After that, you and I, stop crying and let the desert wind and sand roll away the footprints that you and I have left behind.

When the sky dawned, he finally lost his soul and walked back. The night is cold as ice. I couldn't feel the heat on him as he stood up.

Summer has finally passed, and autumn has come, unconsciously.