Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 34: This Life Is Unreachable

I gradually turned from blur to clarity in front of my eyes and saw a large pair of anxious grey eyes. I blinked and recognized the Fursati woman in front of me.

“Great, you're awake! ”

He tried to hug me, but he touched my arm, and the pain hit him, and there was a cold sweat on his forehead.

“I'm sorry I keep hurting you.” He hurriedly put me down and looked closely at my arms, "don't worry, I must cure you. ”

Measuring the surroundings, I was actually in the room of the National Master's Palace. Then look at the arms, wrapped in layers, and look terribly swollen.

I asked weakly what had happened to him. It was a common bandit in the West, and when they saw us, even the caravan and only six men, they attacked us. Fursatilla and his four brothers were regular soldiers. In one stop, the thief saw that he could not succeed and fled. All of them are fine. Only I have the worst luck. It's a small thing that I got hit in the head with a bag of rocks and got sick. But the original hand injury area was torn again. This joint is the hardest to heal, and now it's even worse.

Fursati was angry at the driver for jumping off his car and trying to convict him, and I stopped him. He's just a survival instinct.

The palace doctor came and carefully wrapped the gauze around my arm. I was shocked when my arm came out completely. If it weren't for my own arm, I would have joked that this was a red braised pig's hoof. I've been infected with bacteria, and my arm is going to burn. Oh, my God. Why is that? This wound has been with me for almost six months. I'm not untreated. Why is my healing ability so poor?

“Aiqing, don't be afraid!” Fursati held my other hand, but she had a more frightening look in her eyes than I did. “You wait, I'll get the best medicine in the palace. ”

Fursati followed the doctor in a hurry, and I was lying in bed thinking. What the hell is going on? Is it because I've been in and out of that machine too many times, and I've been exposed to radiation? My hand, is it broken?

The more I wanted to be scared, the more I finally sat up. Tell the waitress I can walk into Fursati's room by myself. He must have put it in a very hidden place, I tapped it gently on the wall, went over to the bookcase, only one left hand could move, and I couldn't make it fast. I was in a bit of a hurry and didn't know when he was coming back.

I squatted the bed and reached in and touched it. Seems like I ran into a dark lattice, and I was so happy, I pulled that box out. It's an eye-catching rectangular box, about the size of A8 paper. Open the box and petrify it.

A few pencils to describe a girl who laughs soberly to divinity, simple clothing, clean and refreshing face, that's me! It was drawn with my sketchbook and pencil.

Turn it over again, it's my half-body, my eyes seem flexible and fluctuating, and the corners of my mouth are hung with the silly smile I use most often. The next one, I was riding on a camel, and it looked like a wolf that didn't sit steady to fall. Next, I fell asleep on the table with long hair and half my face covered. And I made a weird move, I leaned back, my mouth was wide open, and I thought about it, like I was singing. If you have a condescending reading, you look serious...

“Touched? ”

I trembled, the box fell to the ground and scattered the paper.

Fursati crouched down, picked up the paper, put it together, hung an unknown corner of her mouth, so she laughed: “If I told you I painted it, would you fall in love with me? ”

“I...” One mouth, my tears rolled out uncontrollably, "Fursatib...”

He rolled over one by one, his eyes fell on the painting, and laughed coldly: “Isn't it very preaching? ”

The last few showed that the painting was not good, the brush strokes were green, and the rubber scrubbed a lot of marks. My expression is also quite stiff and not as inspiring as the previous ones. He turned to the last few, not my portraits, and I could see that, that's what I painted for Rosh. Like him, with a warm smile, his left shoulder bare and thin. It's kind of resembling him, but without his true human rhyme.

“I wish I had.” He's still staring at the painting, but his hands are shaking a little, "so he can touch you. ”

“Ai Qing, I was only ten years old when I saw you, and I only spent three months with you. When I grew up, all I knew was that I had met a fairy, but what a fairy looked like was really obscure. You're the only one in my head who ever sang to me, you laughed so clearly in the yard when I was playing with my players, and the warmth on you. ”

“You should have guessed who drew this. When I saw these paintings, those eyes were pure that I had never seen in other women in all these years, and suddenly you were fresh in my memory, and I could remember everything about you. You taught me scissors, stone cloth, you played with me in the yard, soldiers and bandits, you stacked snowmen with me, you taught me to carry those who deserve it, you tapped me singing to sleep, everything was so vivid. Since then, I've been wondering how good it would be to see you again. ”

“I stole the painting. He wouldn't dare ask me if I wanted it, but I knew he'd come looking for it several times. I've been looking at these paintings a lot all year, and then I get angry. Why did he paint you so preachy that I couldn't help but want to see you again? Never heard of his ability to paint. He must have painted you like this a million times in his heart. ”

I shook my left hand out to ask him for these paintings, and he hesitated, or handed them to me. I slowly flipped one and watched as the brush strokes grew smooth from green to final breath. No wonder he said that 10 years ago, 10 years ago, he had been guilty of abstinence. I accidentally entered his heart until I reached the deepest point.

I can't even shed a tear. That hole in my heart keeps expanding, expanding, my heart, completely lost.

“Irene!” He suddenly held my back and shouted in horror, “What's wrong with you? ”

What's wrong with me? A drop of red liquid fell and struck my smile in the painting, that silly innocent smile, covered with blood-red stickiness. Another drop fell on my eyes in the painting, blocking the spiritual wave.

One hand reached in front of me and rubbed my upper lip carelessly. His fingers stained the pungent red fluid. Slightly raised his heavy head and saw his frightened expression. I wanted to say that I was fine, just one mouth, another bloody liquid erupted, like a dot of blooming flowers, spilled all over my portrait. My body grew heavier and heavier, everything in front of me turned upside down and poured at me in silence.

I opened my eyes so hard that I was still lying in my room. Fursati's eyes were swollen and she sat beside me. Seeing me wake up, I kept asking the cold to warm up, and some words were incessant.

I asked for water, and he immediately brought warm water to feed me. After swallowing warm water, I finally felt it around me. I look at him, I don't speak, I don't speak.

“Aiqing, don't look at me like that.” He turned his head away, his voice was a little choked, "I knew from the moment you saw those paintings I lost. Actually, I never won. You've always been his. Ten years ago. ”

He took a deep breath, shook his slightly trembling hands and tried to flatten his undulating chest: “He should be back soon, I've sent someone to inform him. ”

I was shocked, I was up, but it hurt so bad. He hurriedly pressed me, his eyes sparkling with tingling light, his throat knotted down and down on the elongated neck: “When he comes back, I will go and tell Uncle Wang to let him be vulgar. If he doesn't agree, I'll force him with my fist. ”

“No!” My voice sounded weak.

“Why not?” He approached my face, and the pain was deeper in his eyes, "Don't you love each other? Aren't you going to die without pain? If he really loves you, he shouldn't have that identity! ”

Tears crossed his face: “Frasativo, it's too late...”

Slow wounds on the arm, unknown nosebleeds twice, and even vomiting blood, I have determined that my body has suffered some damage during the journey. I don't know what the illness is, but I do know I have to go back, and go back as soon as possible, probably not just with an arm injury. I laugh in my heart, and it turns out, there's a price to pay to change history.

“Give me back that bracelet.” I spit hard, "if you don't want me to die...”

“Irene!” He hugged me and cried painfully. “It was my fault. I was forced to leave the fairy behind. I forgot, you don't belong here...”

He carefully put me back on the pillow, his deep eyes filled with hot tears, his mouth trembling: “I will send you back to heaven...”

Turtles rarely rain, especially in the fall. But on my last day in Turtles, the leaching ground floated with rain silk, the sky was dim, and the cold made me feel like I was in a dark mood. Fursati put everyone in the house on vacation in case someone like me disappeared. I was too weak to wear a radiation jacket on my left hand. Fursati grabbed my clothes for me.

If I hadn't been sick, my face wouldn't have dared to see anyone. Growing up like this, it's the first time I've had a boy serve me, and I need to dress up so closely for me. I leaned in his strong arms and burned my face, showing him how to pull those complicated zippers apart. He was clumsy, but he was very careful and focused, putting his tight anti-sponge coat over his feet, stopping from time to time to ask if it hurt.

His face was also blushing, but his eyes were endlessly sad, making him unbearable. Wear it on your arm and it's hard to fit in because your right hand is too swollen. I sweated cold, and he stopped immediately, holding my arm with his eyes full of sorrow. I showed him to go on, he bit his teeth, he put his sleeves on, rubbed them to the wound, and I almost fainted.

“I've never spent this much time wearing clothes.” I put up with the pain and smiled at him.

He stood still slightly, barely showing an ugly smile: “This is the first time I've ever dressed a woman. ”

He looked at the jade lion hanging around my neck and grinded his hand: "Promise me you'll wear it all the time. So maybe you can still remember me. ”

I nodded, I always felt so sad about the awesome atmosphere, pulling a silly smile from Aidan's sign: “Fursati, tell you that our boys are pursuing the ‘Sangrass Law’ for girls in school. ”

And he was really attracted to it, and he was kind of curious, “What do you mean, the Sandra Law?" ”

I smiled and said in the lightest tone: "The rabbit doesn't eat nested grass, the good horse doesn't eat turning back grass, there is no aromatic grass everywhere." ”

He was angry and funny. He read it to me again and said to me, “Give me another chance. If you don't want to, then my good horse will never go back and eat your bad grass. ”

I laughed so hard, I caught the wound, put up with it, keep laughing. So many days later, I finally saw the old Fursati.

He helped me put my original Han suit on my radiation jacket and carried two large NORTHFACE bags in front of me. “I still don't agree with you carrying these two bags. Too heavy, your body now..."

“It's okay, you just tie them to me. ”

He held me in silence and was extremely gentle, completely different from the usual.

He held me for a long time, and I had to be harsh: “I should go. ”

He slowly let go of me and asked softly, "Are you sure you don't want to wait for him? He should be here soon. ”

I shook my head. That night he asked me if I wanted him to be vulgar, even if I could let the great translator Hayamorosh disappear despite history, but if I nodded, where would I put him? He has his own strong and great ideals, his values of life, leaving this environment he has been familiar with since childhood, to being a man and wife in reality, what can he do and adapt to?

Fairy tales always end happily with princes and princesses. But what about after we live together? Dimmie salt sauce vinegar will soon quench his early novelties. He's going to lose his way, he's going to lose his way of life. No better love can make up for the broken spiritual torment of ideals. So I can't brutally have him make that choice.

I'm a real person, going back to save my life. If he has to go anyway, since he won't be in any way difficult, why should he be saddened if he doesn't see it? Seeing him, I wasn't sure I could hold on. Just walking away, maybe, is the best way to say goodbye to me and him...

“When will you be back? ”

“I don't know." Smiling helplessly, I really don't know. What happened to your body when you got back? I don't know. Will the research team let me keep wearing it? I don't know. If I could wear it again, would I come back to this place in my time? I don't know. Too many undetermined factors, too many coincidences, odds are close to zero in terms of probability. Therefore, I should never see you again in my life...

“The first is best not to meet, so not to fall in love; the second is best not to know, so not to think...” I murmured the poem of the VI Dalai Cangkatsuo, the cool heart made me instantly old for many years, I have left all my feelings here. I took it away, but it was a broken body with no heart...

“Ai Qing...” He held me again and kissed me on the forehead with a low head. His lips didn't have a touch of enthusiasm, which meant a bit of decisiveness. Then he gently let me go, helped me pull up the hood of the anti-sponge coat, covered my head, and zipped it up. He slowly withdrew and stared at me instantly at the door.

“Frasativo!” The moment the door closed, I shouted, "Be happy! Find a woman who loves you...”

“I will...” His chestnut sounds drifted through the door, “When you get back, you'll see me happy...”

Turn the button on, the green light flashes and starts remembering seconds. Look around my room, see Fursati's childish copybook on the wall, see me painted by Rosh on the table, Fursati promises to give it back to him. The world is less than a minute away for me. Leaving, hopefully forgetting...

In the moment of emptying, it seemed to hear a scream of heartbreak, who? Calling me with such a sad voice? Why can't I see...