Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 36: Where's the Warm? --Xiao Fu's Outside (Medium)

Growing up every day, it bothers me more. Everything at home depresses me. My father still goes to the temple a lot, says he's in the law club, but not to see those two people? Brother's reputation is bigger, he preaches big multiplication everywhere, demeaning small multiplication, and persuades people to change the big multiplication with those “empty” ah “none” ah. Hmm, I don't believe in anything. However, for the sake of my father's happiness, I still routinely go to the altar of the house every day to see my mother and brother. When I encounter a meeting, I also persevere with my father to listen.

I can still remember what happened when I was 10 years old, but after all, it was only for a few months, and I quickly threw it behind my head. It's just that sometimes they hang out with the princes, and they talk about all kinds of women who've tried it, and they almost taste what it's like to be a fairy. At this point, my heart always beats a few more times for no reason. I've seen fairies. Unfortunately, since they're fairies, they don't stay long in the world. How can they see them? And what the fairy looks like, trying to think, is still blurred, only that warm embrace and gentle song will reappear in the dream, making people unwilling to wake up.

When I was fifteen or six years old, I followed those guys around, and I did what was ridiculous. Funny thing is, follow the four princes and they go for a kiss. I was a little drunk that evening and saw a family greeting on the street. The Fourth Prince actually moved his mind to steal someone's bride. He must drag me into the family's yard. When it was completely dark, the four princes suddenly shouted, "There are thieves!”. Everyone at the wedding ran out of the house, and I broke into the cave house and took the bride, as the Fourth Prince had ordered. The bride was scared to death, and when she saw me lift her up, she kept quiet. I laughed bitterly, no wonder Prince Four sent me to do this hard and unpleasant thing.

It was too dark to see the road in a hurry. I fell into the bush with a thorn and couldn't move. The Fourth Prince came to help me. They arrived before they could pull me out. I didn't expect the Fourth Prince to turn his back and yell, “Here's the thief!” I freaked out and popped out. Drop the bride and we'll run away in panic.

Thought it was over. A few days later, a few people suddenly came home, pulling a weepy little daughter-in-law, angrily pointing out to see me. Turns out it was the bride that night, unwilling to marry, had to look for me, actually followed me to the house. My father listened to my little daughter-in-law and looked youthful. I can't explain anything. After a long time, my father gave me money and the group left. The woman followed her several times later, and I looked so annoyed that I couldn't help but scold her and finally scold her away. But this was a commonplace, and all of a sudden, the master's youngest son was a playboy spread across the alley. The Fourth Prince would only shrug his head to ignorance, secretly asked me to carry the black pot. Forget it, he was a prince, if the uncle knew, he could not bear the punishment.

I don't care about fame. So what, dude? It's just that I despise this kind of person, and since then I've broken up with the four princes.

My seventeenth birthday was the day my brother was ordained. Even if he has a reputation left, he will have to wait until he is twenty years old to be disciplined, from Sami to Bichou. Uncle Wang was so sweet to his brother that even a ritual of enlightenment had to be grand. He was deeply afraid that the countries of the West did not know that he was a turtle and a treasure.

I wandered in the courtyard of Wang Xinji Temple. It was not yet time. I tried to procrastinate into the temple. This ceremony has always hated attendance.

My brother passed by and stopped when he saw me. He's wearing a dress today, and it looks like he's really getting away from the world. It's just, what's on that wrist? When did you see him take it off after all these years?

I snorted and shouted at him: "It's so old, it's time to change. ”

He didn't answer, he just put his cuffs together and his face was all I'd ever seen: "It's your seventeenth birthday.” He smiled at me and suddenly remembered something, trance, and said to me in Chinese, "Happy birthday. ”

I'm stunned. Not because he remembered my birthday, but because of that happy birthday in Chinese, it brought me to distant memories. The girl who loved to laugh, once taught me a simple song, and she said she wanted to sing it on her birthday. How did you sing it? When I scratched my stomach, I saw Brother walking into the hall.

My brother was ordained in the morning and will continue to lecture the royal aristocrats in the afternoon. I couldn't sit down, escaped through the toilet and stunned in the room for rest. How the hell is that song? It's like seeing a kite flying away from me, but I can't find a line to pull it.

The door suddenly opened and I saw the person sneaking in. I was surprised. It was Uncle Wang Xinna's princess from Hu Hu. Uncle Wang's intention was to form an alliance with the far west of Lake Isaac. This princess is one of the terms of the alliance. She was taller than a Turtle woman, and even I was half-headed by her. Blonde and eye-catching, okay for a long time. Just because of the spicy nature of her personality, she made a lot of trouble with the princess.

What she said was not standard, reminded me of a woman who said not standard many years ago. It's just that she's hitting on me like this, making me feel a little rushed. It was just the two of us in the room, and I didn't want any trouble, so I said goodbye.

She suddenly grabbed my sleeve, and the whole person put it up, and I retreated to no place to go, my body against the wall, and listened to her tell me with a vague pronunciation that she had always liked me.

I'm embarrassed and my face is hot. She used to throw her eyes at me and walked around on purpose, and I didn't even care about her. I'm not interested and I don't have the guts, but today, she must have seen her chance.

She was proud to rub her breasts against my arms, her fair face approaching, her side dotted freckles clearly visible, and her soft flesh blew up a strange flow in her heart. At one point, I was actually a little confused.

She continued to tell me how she loved me at first sight, told me not to be afraid of each other's identities, and she would not tell. And she said something that disgusted me: "You're a famous playboy, and you robbed your daughter-in-law. You don't have the guts, do you? ”

Here we go again! I carry the name of a dude everywhere, but I've never done what a dude does. Even when I went to the brothel with the Wang Sun boys, I never thought I'd touch those annoying women. What I've always wanted was a girl as pure as a blue sky, although she didn't show up, I'm willing to wait...

While I was distracted, she got closer, and a bloody lip was about to fall, and I slipped my head, sticking to my right cheek. Suddenly I felt sick and pushed her away. She couldn't stand steadily and fell on several cases, seemingly hitting her waist and looking a little pale.

Footsteps suddenly came from the door, and a group of people came towards the room. I panicked and tried to help her, but I saw her nasty eyes. She suddenly stood up and rushed to the door, opening the door.

Outside the door are uncles, brothers, fathers, and a group of royal relatives. That woman fell into Uncle Wang's arms and cried and accused me of molesting her!

That farce ended in my failure. If no one believes me, the lip mark on my face is proof, and the bad deeds of the past are corroboration. Uncle Wang's anger didn't appear to be happening on the spot in front of his father, but many people shook their heads at his father that day, and his face was always pale. I don't care what other people think, including Uncle Wang, but the last thing I want to see is the sad look of my father.

So when I got home, I explained to my father, and I asked him, "Do you believe me? ”

Father said to believe, but the look in my eyes is still sad: "Father, if you were as clean and self-righteous as your brother, how could anyone but your own father believe that? ”

I opened my mouth and couldn't speak. Father always hated me, didn't he?

The servant informed the mother that she had returned and the father's eyes revealed a surprise. I followed my father out and took my mother into the hall. The mother didn't look very good, so she asked about today. I press the pain in patience to explain it carefully again.

She said to me with a blaming tone: "Today is the day your brother was ordained, and you are making such absurdity! ”

She doesn't say if she believes me or not, she just thinks of her brother. It's my brother's birthday. She remembers it's my 17th birthday?

My heart suddenly cooled and I shook my hand out, no matter how my father cried behind me.

Night came, and the wind near autumn blew man Cesar. A man walks down the street and finds himself alone all the time. So many friends only show up when they drink and fight. I felt like I was going crazy and there was no place to let go of all the repression.

“Frasativo! ”

Looking up, she's the owner of the city and the restaurant, a young widow. Rejected by me multiple times, but still likes to chew me up.

I hung up a vagarious smile and held her in my arms: "Go, go to you. ”

I don't want to insist. What's the point of those vain pursuits? Anyway, in the eyes of the world, I am an indecisive dude. Well, a dude should be like a dude.

In her room, I was still a little nervous. I must have been a god and said to her, "Tell me what to do. ”

She smiled and pulled my hand down to her. I was suddenly overwhelmed by the intense fragrance on her.

She led me into her body, and I hit her hard, from green to ripe, trying to exhale all the repression in my heart. At least at the moment of the orgasm, I was happy.

After that, I sat silently, looking at all the mess in front of me, and the asthmatic red * * man. It's pretty simple, isn't it? Why was I so confused? What was I insisting on? Was it necessary? Last time I was in bed, I didn't lose anything.

“You're so fierce! I can't see it's the first time.” She lay on my shoulder with huge tits rubbing against my back, looking soft and powerless. She was soaked in moisture with an irresistible pungent scent that suddenly burst into my nose. Empty stomach flickering, trying to throw up. Pushing her away, I put on my clothes and left this annoying place without going back, and I heard her screaming behind me: "When's the next time? ”

I'm not coming back. I don't want to smell that pungent smell again in my life. He wandered all the way down the street until Jiang Hu banged at noon. My seventeenth birthday, that's it.

I became a real bum and I can't remember exactly how many women I slept with. Anything that interests me is open to me. I only have one condition, and I can't have that disgusting smell on me.

My father looked at me more and more desperately, and my mother disliked me even more. It doesn't matter, anyway, if you have a brother in your eyes...

Mother and brother soon moved 40 miles away from the temple. It's good to be far away so I can go where I don't want to go without having to go against my heart. My brother presided over the Bird Leaving Temple and vowed that Dandan would convert the whole turtle into a great multiplier. It doesn't matter, change anything. Anyway, Uncle Wang spoiled him. Everyone respected him. Anything he wanted, someone called him well.

When she was twenty years old, her mother decided to leave for Geranium, and she was going to testify as to what three fruits. My father took me to the Bird Leaving Temple to give her a ride, and we lived in a different courtyard in Subash. Not enough room, I slept in my brother's room.

I was bored that night and was looking for a book in my brother's bookcase to send time. Unexpectedly, the book revealed a dark lattice, curious, and opened the lattice, which contained a rectangular wooden box.

Inside the wooden box is a stack of portraits. I saw a pair of living flexible eyes, a refreshing smile, a shallow cellar, soft long hair scattered over my shoulders, and the door to memory suddenly opened. That's what she looks like! For a moment, the warmth on her body, the sound of her beautiful song, it all came to mind, so clear, so fresh, as if it had happened yesterday. How could I forget her face for ten years?

I looked at it hungry and thirsty, and she was riding on a camel like she was about to fall off. It was really funny. She looked up and opened her mouth. By the way, it was a self-directed dance move when she was singing a song. She fell asleep on the table, and I've seen this sleeping pose several times, and it's so cute. Suddenly I felt that just looking at these paintings would calm my boring heart and sweep away the gloom. I couldn't help laughing, there was a warm stream flowing through my heart, so I wanted to see this innocent girl again like the blue sky.

The last pages were not her portrait, but her younger brother. She suddenly realized that all these different postures were painted by her brother. How many years has he been painting? How many times has he depicted her in his heart? He, thinking of the Buddha, secretly carried a fairy in his heart. Six of them were also unclean. I laughed and I had an idea.

“Give it back!” He did come looking for me, looking at an unattended moment to sneak up in my ear and say, "There's a rush in my voice. Isn't he just like water? How can you be so impatient?

“What?” I asked lazily and knowingly, picking my eyebrows to meet him. He stared at me for a while, stopped talking and turned away.

“She's a fairy, it doesn't matter what you think.” I shouted at his back, "I'm helping you. How can I serve the Buddha if I have a demon in my heart? ”

He paused, his back trembled a little, but didn't turn back, paused for a while, and continued. Seeing him like this, his heart suddenly became irritable for no reason.