Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 37: Where's the Warm? --Xiao Fu's Outside (Bottom)

When I get bored, I go to a woman, a sport, a moment of excitement, and my mood gets better. But somehow that day, I held the three ladies of the General's Palace to nothing.

“What's the matter?” Her hands swam over me, looked down, some unbelievably asked, "You've been in such a hurry, what's wrong today? Is it sad for your mother to leave? ”

“Who said that!” I turned her down, retracted my thoughts and took them seriously. Her face in front of me gradually blurred, a smiling innocent face swayed in front of me, suddenly I was all dry and hot, and quickly reacted. At the moment of passion, I couldn't help shouting out the name hidden in my heart.

After all, she asked me what that meant, and I laughed and said that I didn't know where to hear Chinese. Despite her retention, she hurried off dressed.

No matter how wild I play out there, I will definitely go home to sleep and never bring a woman home. I came back that night, I was lying in bed, and I took out the paintings, and I took a closer look at them. I really liked her pure eyes, and none of the women around me had those pure eyes. All of a sudden I felt lonely all over me, and I thought about her, thinking about a woman for the first time, thinking about her coming back.

Wake up and find the Book of Poetry. She said she would come back from the Book of Poetry. Then I found the monster she had painted for a long time, and I couldn't help laughing at the way the cat looked. Play the weird cat's fat face and say to yourself, "Will you come back when I'm out of poetry?" Okay, I'm back. ”

Since then, every night I've been in her room carrying the Book of Poetry, which is still set up 10 years ago. I'm tired of throwing Chinese for a long time and picking it up again. Every time I couldn't get my back out, I lay in her bed, looked at her portrait, rubbed her pillow over the quilt, imagined her every move, so I could spend the whole night. It's been a long time since I went to see a woman. Instead of feeling lonely, my heart is full. With anticipation, it's really exciting.

Father saw me no longer wandering, thinking I had taken my heart off which woman I had fallen for. When I asked, I just laughed and said that I was going to marry a woman who was unique in the heavens and the earth, and she hasn't shown up yet, and I'm waiting. When I said this, I suddenly felt a little warmth in my heart and remembered what it felt like to hold her when I was younger.

I've been back for a year and I've been looking forward to it. I've backed it all out and she'll be right back. I go to the street every day, every Chinese woman, stare carefully, scared to miss her. However, it caused me some trouble. I would have promised to go to bed before, but now I don't have the heart. My whole heart was set on waiting for her to come back.

There's a hunch that Sue will come back. She likes to make a scene like this. She won't miss it, will she? Looking repeatedly in the crowd, I fear that everyone wears a mask that will keep me from seeing her. Far away, I saw a Han woman, eating lamb skewers on the corner of the street, with oily mouths, but staring at the people in the street with no care. The woman who doesn't do it naturally, is she?

Gradually approaching, I saw the inspiring eyes that I had been looking forward to for a year, and suddenly I remembered seeing her for the first time when I was 10 years old, and I was attracted to these eyes. So many years later, she still looks like the painting and hasn't changed at all. How could a mortal do that? My fairy is really back...

She seemed to recognize me and looked at me with determination, and there was hope in her eyes.

“Irene, is that you?” My voice is a little trembling. It's her, of course. I just can't believe it. Isn't this an illusion?

“Of course it's me.” She swayed the lamb skewer in her hand, or the silly smile in her memory, much less alive than the one in the picture.

She was still warm as she held her in a circle. For the first time, I sincerely thank Buddha, and I am willing to convert as long as I can keep her with me.

Take her to dinner, but I don't have an appetite. She's even so funny to eat. I really like looking at her innocence, just so I can be happy. She said she'd just come back and I was more than happy. This time, I'm finally faster than my brother. Anyway, I won't let her get too involved with him anymore. He's still a good monk, so let me take care of him.

Take her home, carry her the Book of Poetry, and see how touched she is. I couldn't sleep that night. Thought she was just a short distance from me and her heart was pounding. What's wrong with me, like a 15-six-year-old boy with a love sinus? It's the first time I've lived to be 21.

I couldn't help but get confused until dawn. Get up to her room and watch her quietly. She lay on her side, breathing up and down and blowing a strand of hair on her face. Itching for her, haircut for her, suddenly wanting to kiss her. For this thought, the palm of the hand actually sweats, sneaking up on the front, her lips close at hand, the natural red color is more tempting than any over-decorated woman. All of a sudden, she flipped over and mumbled in her mouth, and I fell to the ground scared. Luckily, she's not awake. And it was funny, because I, Fursati, would want to kiss a woman, and I would feel guilty for thinking about it.

This supreme cover is the most enjoyable thing I've ever had because she's around. Like to make fun of her, like to watch her get angry. When it comes to men and women, she blushes. That reaction is only possible in a truly pure woman. She was like a rose in her heart, hoping to pick her up was me. If you change women, no matter how long you flirt, you will definitely end up in bed. It was just for her, and I didn't do it as quickly as I did for other women. I don't think I dare, do I? Her theory of interdependence makes me feel novel and somewhat subtle. It turns out it's easy to go to bed, but it's hard to fall in love. It's even rarer to live a lifetime together. I used to have no love in my heart, so my relationship with women was only sexual. Turns out what I've always wanted was another kind of warmth, not a moment of pleasure that just slipped away. What about me? Is it love?

I don't know if I love her, I only know the world, only she can give me the warmth I want, only her laughter can infect my mood. From the moment I saw her painting, I waited for her to fill my lonely heart. I could give her a lifetime if she wanted to. It's just that the longer I'm with her, the more I hate who I was. Compared to her as clear as water, I was really nasty. If she forgives me, I will never live again.

That's what I've been thinking on my way to Subash to pick her up. I even thought about how to propose to her, but wouldn't she feel too fast? But I've waited a year and I don't want to wait any longer. To my brother's other yard, she's not here. Asked the Moboshins to find out she had been back for three months. Turns out she lived here all the time!

Suddenly stuck. She lied to me! She lied to me!!! What does she have to do with him? We've been together for three months. He comes to see her every night. Will they be clean? Does he want to be vulgar? It's not impossible, isn't it? Isn't it just common for a father to see his mother? I thought I was one step ahead of him at least this time, but why would he take away my only warmth? He already has so much...

So I lost my mind when I saw her, and the only thing I could think of was pulling her to bed and making her my woman, so he couldn't argue with me. Brother's coming, more provoking to me. I kissed her in front of him. I could do that. How dare he? But as soon as I kissed, I knew I blamed her. She was so greedy that she definitely hadn't had anything to do with him. I still had time to compete with her.

She bit me in the tongue and I calmed down. Shout to your brother: "You have everything. Stop arguing with me about her. ”

I can be more vicious, but I still want to tell him the truth: I want her!

Actually, think about it later. I really regret what I did. I didn't know her hand was wounded, and forcing her like that was just counterproductive. She jumped like a rabbit when she saw me touch her. Alas, it was me who took it upon herself, and she would have slowly accepted my affection for her. But my father's illness left me no time to worry about it. I hope my father is well enough to apologize to her.

My father was finally outnumbered by his illness, and the closest relative of my life left the world with his thoughts about his mother. I wasn't too sad about my mother's death, and losing my father's pain kept me from slowing down for a long time. When I love myself, I can understand my father's deep bone marrow. I really should have listened to him before. I shouldn't have done anything to make him sad. Too bad he didn't see my sincere confession until he died.

I asked her to marry me, even though for over a month I had seen that her heart was not on me. But I still want to try, he can't give, let me give it to you. But I'm still late. I can't compete with him. I can't compete with him. When I heard her admit it, I felt like I was hollow. Axel, you taught me what love is, and when I finally learned to love, you told me that you never loved me.

I've been thinking for two days at home waiting for her to come back from Subash. She wants to go, she loves him, but she still has to fulfill his so-called ambition. I'm not that great, I love her, I have to do everything I can to keep her with me, time can change everything.

So I stole her bracelet. Isn't there a legend that the fairy bathed in the lake, and the mortal boy stole the fairy's clothes? Fairies can't go back to heaven, so they stay and marry mortals. I hope this legend is true.

Turns out she can't go back to heaven, she's always wanted to go to its dry city, and I'll arrange anything she wants, just give me time. However, I didn't expect her to get hurt again. I cried secretly when the doctor told me that her arm would be necrotic and could only be cut off or her life would be in danger. So it's punishable to leave a fairy behind, but why isn't it coming at me? I'm willing to lose my arm for her. I don't care, but I can't stand her suffering...

I was silent for a long time and finally sent someone to call him back at the fastest possible speed. Actually, when she saw the painting, I realized that I lost completely. Ten years ago, I lost. In that case, I will complete you, as long as you stop suffering...

Her injuries could not wait any longer, as long as she returned to heaven, her arms would be fine. I gave her the bracelet back, put on that weird outfit for her, pack her that big bag that holds a lot of things. When I think of the difference between the heavens and the earth, where can I find warmth without her?

But eventually, the fairy never belonged to me. I left my last mark on her forehead for myself. One last look at her at the door, one day in the sky, ten years in the world. This time, I won't forget your face. By the time you get back, I'll have cranes and chicken skin, and I hope you recognize me.

Close the door and I'll walk up to the courtyard and look at the sky. That's where you're going. Tears slip past me and tell myself I'll be happy because I'm really grown up.

The door was slammed open, and it was the brother who fell and crashed. She looked at me in a miserable way and was about to rush into her room. I held him to death, and she said she couldn't see the light when she left.

He couldn't earn me, shouting her name at the door, so torn his heart out, so desperate, so shocked even me. At this moment, I am no longer jealous, and he, like me, is just a poor man who cannot be loved.

When we walked into the man's empty room, I was in a trance. Did she ever exist? Or is she just an illusion in my heart? Buddha says everything is empty. What about her?

Brother saw the portrait on the table and picked up the chestnut. Her blood on the portrait was dark red, and her laughter, which could not be concealed, remained pure. He fell on her bed, buried his head in the portrait and shrugged his shoulders. I left the room quietly, took a deep breath in the yard and lifted my feet to my uncle's house. I'm gonna live and wait for you to come back.

He sat quietly in her room for three days, and I asked the servant not to disturb him except to bring food in. People came looking for him in the palace and in the temple. I only assumed that he was ill and had to rest at home. Now that I'm the head of the family, I have a responsibility to take care of the whole family, including him.

Three days later, he came out, thin for a lap, and his eyes were still clear. Their eyes, though of different colors, are the same clean and unblemished. I don't look any worse than he does, but I can't have the kind of clear eyes that only a pure heart would have.

I thought he'd be depressed, and I thought such a blow would make him lose his heart to the Buddha. Didn't expect to visit him for a while, he was still actively pursuing the grand multiplier and even more diligently speaking of scripture.

When he was alone in the lounge, he looked at his waveless face and asked softly: "How can you be so sure now? ”

He looked directly at me and said calmly: "But just for another 10 years, focus on the Buddha Law, and soon after that 10 years will pass. ”

“What if she doesn't come back in ten years? ”

“Then go to Zhongyuan Handi. Even if not for her, to cross more Nakahara people out of the sea. Buddha is to be preached, and not only in the Turtles. ”

His face was resolute and gorgeous, as if a decade had just passed with a finger. Can you wear that old bunch of Buddha beads for another 10 years when you reach out? I couldn't help but really admire him and wait so thinly that I couldn't do it. I wasn't even in love with him. I just stretched a foot between them, nothing.

He suddenly asked, "Why are you in such a big conflict with Uncle Wang? He was also expelled from the garrison. ”

It's my turn to travel privately with my brothers at night and take her to its Dry City. When I came back, I only cared about her illness. I had never been to the palace for a day, and my uncle had called me to ignore it several times. After she left, I went back to the palace and carried all the blame on my brothers.

“He's retaliating, who told me to touch his woman.” I laughed, "Now that his parents are gone, he doesn't need to be ashamed of himself. ”

“I'll talk to Uncle Wang. ”

“No!” I stood up and clapped, "I was tired of being a soldier. ”

“Then in the future...”

“Maybe I'm more talented in business. ”

I walked out of the temple, and the winter was upon me, and the cold wind drove me away. Take a look at the gloomy sky, take a breath of the cold air, you're in the sky now, aren't you? Is your hand healed? Would you happen to think of me?

Raise the collar of the woolen robe, enter the carriage, and say to the driver: "Go straight to the little prince's house. ”