Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 51: Love in the Heart of Men

Wang Cheng was only 40 miles from the Bird Temple and could have arrived in one day. However, in order to wait for Lu Guang, the departure was delayed for a long time in the morning, and the journey was tortoise speed again, so it stopped in front of a village at around 4 pm. It was necessary to rest overnight before arriving at the temple the next day.

The village was small, so a large group of waiters busily camped by the copper mill river to cook, and shortly afterwards smoke and tents appeared on Gobi Beach.

I haven't been out since I was put in the tent. Though eager to see him, his identity cannot be revealed now, he can only endure it. Fursati went to dine at Baek Shock and Lu Guang, and he promised to help me give Rosh the ointment to heal the bruising. Yesterday, I asked Xiaoxuan to help me find the best ointment in case I needed it. I didn't expect to use it so soon.

Xiao Xuan arranged for a close maid, Mir, to serve me. She was also a Han, brought by her from Chang 'an. Dinner tasteless, let Mir remove Xiao Xuan's sophisticated hair and restore it to my most natural shawl hair. It's getting dark and there's a jolly song and dance and a hip-hop outside. Lu Guang thought of Gift Buddha as a suburb tour and brought so many kabukies. I wonder if he can spare Rosh the torture at dinner. Rosh, so close to you, but unable to see you, comfort you. I hate myself for nothing. I have so much historical knowledge that I can't save my beloved.

Keeping an indifferent eye on the tent door, time slowly passed, and for some time, the curtains were finally lifted. Fursatilla penetrated half-body, blushing, some falling and colliding. I hurried towards him and smelled strong alcohol before I could get there.

He reached out and tried to hold him, but found someone behind him already. Don't look real in the dark, afraid to be recognized, put on the veil quickly.

An attack on the brown corner swept past his eyes and his heart beat wildly. That lonely figure, supported by Fursati, the dusk light of the oil lamp struck his well-defined five officials, and the sad deep eyes were staring closely at me.

It's like being caught in a cave, stupidly forgetting all the words. But I haven't seen him in two days. Why do you think he's so skinny?

“Axel, I brought him to you.” Frasativo had red eyes and could not spell clearly.

We all came back to God in an instant, and he grabbed Fursati into the tent and put him on a blanket bed. Look around and let Mille rest.

“I tell you, eleven years ago I gave her to you because you loved her deeper and longer than I loved her.” Frosativo, lying on the blanket, yelled and was held by Rosh. He grabbed Rosh's monk's robe and shouted, "She really shouldn't have fallen in love with you. See what she looks like now. She didn't close her eyes for a few days and fainted today. ”

Roshwen looked at his brother and whispered, “Thank you for your hard work today. Go to sleep. ”

“I promised her I'd find a good woman and live happily ever after. I did it, but what about her?” Fursati fell on the pillow, holding Rosh's monk's uniform with one hand, her eyes lost, “she fell in love with you and was doomed to no end. You can't protect her. You can't give anything. I really shouldn't let go...”

Rosh looked over at me and let Frasativo grab his clothes and say nothing. The grief beneath his eyes was like a river, but he tried to restrain himself and hid his eyes from the bottom.

“She really shouldn't have fallen in love with you...” Fersati let go of her hand, mumbled and closed her eyes, making a few more hard to hear syllables, panting and falling asleep.

We're still staring, and words are flowing in our eyes. Time solidifies, the noise becomes mute, there is only me and him in the heavens and the earth, looking to old age, no worries, no future.

I didn't know how long I looked at him, but I asked him, “How's the wound? ”

“How did you faint? ”

We were all stunned and asked at the same time.

“I'm fine...”

“I'm fine...”

Answer at the same time. Such a delicate tacit agreement, we're all a little hairy. Then we stare into each other's eyes and reach out and hug each other. I couldn't believe it when I put it on his chest. How long has it been since I've been in this warm arms? Don't open your eyes, don't want these to just be illusions. If this hug lasts forever, I'm willing to hold it till the dead rocks rot.

“Aiqing...” I don't know how long it's been, or it's up to him to break the silence, “why don't you go back? ”

“If you tell me to go back, I'll go back. That's disgraceful.” Answer this question in a delicate way that I don't want to touch.

“But you're in danger, Rosh can't protect you..." He exhales depressingly, seemingly blameworthy, more helpless.

There was a rub on his right cheekbone and a little redness. He caressed his wound with a heartbreak, but his face was still smiling: "Don't forget, I'm not a fairy, but I'm from the future. Even if I can't take you with me, I'll take care of myself. ”

“Irene!” He held my hand against his face and his eyes circled over mine. He swallowed his voice hard and sounded a little dull, “Rosh didn't leave because...”

“I understand. For the ideal, for the mission. I won't ask you to give up. I'm too greedy to change history and fly with you. Your future, I just know half the solution, all the records are few words, and there's a lot of blackmail. So I wanted to escape because I had too much fear of the future. But I forget that you are not an ordinary man, and you are no longer you when you leave your ideals and mission. However false your record may be, one thing is certain: your translation of the Buddha's Book, elegant and elegant, after 1650 years, is still widely recited. Since fate is so arranged, I will follow it, not go against the sky. ”

Leaving his chest, he gazed at his eyes as clear as water. This man, if I could love him less, would I still have the courage to follow him at all costs? “But don't say that again, I'm not afraid of anything, I'm afraid to hear you say that, it's really sad...”

He reached out and touched my face, sorry and sad. The corner of his mouth trembled and his eyes sparkled with stabbing light: “I'm sorry...”

“It's okay." He shook his head and still laughed. This is self-preservation in adversity. Whatever happens, I have to face it with a smile, even if it's useless to the status quo. “In my time, women are free to make decisions and do not have to rely on men. So I have my own ideas, and you say nothing can stop me. Even if I fall into a bloodshed in the future, I asked for it myself. It's none of your business. So you don't have to promise me, you don't have to protect me, and you don't have to worry about me blaming you. ”

“Irene, you, alas... how could Rosh be so irresponsible?” He was anxious and his voice was not raised voluntarily. The throat knots fluctuate sharply, and the eyes are even more crystalline. Take a big breath, let me go, take a few steps, and turn your back on me. His shoulder was still slightly trembling, staring at the oil lamp and mumbling, “Rosh said that to force you to go. I have no fear of humiliation whatsoever. But Rosh can't make you feel even a little embarrassed. If what happened today happened to you..."

He paused and half-leaned his head and breathed hard. Half an hour later, I stayed until my breath leveled, and turned to face me, and the loneliness and sadness that I couldn't bear to witness came out of my eyes: "How could I not know the sacrifice you made when you abandoned your family to leave the better life of the future and come here to keep up with me? But Rosh was so incompetent...” I wanted to talk, but he interrupted me. "Fursati was right. Since Rosh couldn't protect you, he had to let you go and let you protect yourself. ”

I have sworn to myself, no more tears. It was easy to break the oath after listening to it. It's more important to me than anything that he really said that he wanted to get rid of me. Get close to him and gently touch his thin back, softly shouting: “Rosh, you're not...” Smile hard and smile back, “You're the most resilient and resilient man I've ever met. I will stay with you until you no longer need me in your life. ”

“How could it not be necessary?” I've never seen him so impatient, hugging me, leaning over and burying his head in my hair, "Rosh never closed his eyes since you left. I've been asking myself for two days: What is it about you? For more than two decades, I've kept you in my heart like a Buddha. As long as the ring is not broken, only Buddha knows this thought. Buddha mercy, allow me to think of you every day for a moment. For the rest of his life, Rosh was satisfied. ”

He left my shoulder, staring carefully, his elongated fingers sliding across my five officials, two lines of tears rolling down my cheek, gathered in a bluishly shaved chin: “After breaking the color ring, desire could never be quenched. I wanted you to be satisfied because I never got you. Nowadays, after enjoying the joy of the world, Rosh realizes how greedy he is. What I want is more than just you. Your body, your heart, I want it all. But that thought kept Rosh cold. You are more important to Rosh than Buddha. How is that possible? How can you plead guilty to Buddha? So Rosh figured out a reason to comfort himself, and you were a fairy. If the Buddha sent him, he would not blame him. ”

“When you know that you are truly here, Rosh should confess to the Buddha. But first I thought you didn't have the power, so I would suffer. That was Rosh's first false statement. This heart hangs like a knife, so much pain without reason. In the two days you've been gone, Rosh hasn't even read the scriptures. Lie in your wrapped bed with tea and regret letting you go. It's so painful, I've never tasted it in my life. ”

No wonder he lost so much weight and had blood in his eyes in just two days. He's been through more pain than I have. He clasped his voice and called out: "Rosh..."

He left me slightly, lifting his left hand sleeve, and that Adeles silk tied to his upper arm, bright colors lining his wheat skin, so beautiful. His eyes were strong and he said, “I knew you were nearby when Fursati gave it to me. You must be meditating to keep me going. Rosh finally figured out one thing. It doesn't matter where you're from, who you are. It's important that you come to Rosh and give me the love of a man and a woman I've never dared to ask for in my life. That's enough. ”

“Ai Qing, Rosh's feelings for you have gone nowhere but to speak to Buddha: I love you, in the heart of a man, for more than twenty years. Not because you're a fairy, not because you're weird. It's because you're Ai Qing, the woman who's been quietly in Rosh's heart since she was a little girl, who loves to laugh and laugh and be brave and strong. ”

“Rosh...” I looked at him with a smile, but I couldn't stop the tears dropping, like a petal lotus shower on my collar. It's the first time he says I love you. So frankly, how difficult it is for him. It's the sweetest words in the world that make me drunk.

“So Rosh will no longer run away from feelings for you, nor will he look for any ridiculous reason. I wanted to keep you away from all this trouble, but you're still here. Irene, Rosh doesn't want and doesn't want to run away from his mission. But Rosh is a selfish man, and since you're here, Rosh doesn't want to let you go anymore. It's just that Rosh himself doesn't know what's going to happen tomorrow, let alone give you a commitment. After that, the road will only get harder. Do you still want to stick with me? ”

I smoked my nose, stabilized my mind, and forced myself to laugh: “There were two Han monks centuries later than you, Cold Mountain, and I picked up this conversation. Cold Mountain asked me how to deal with it: Someone defamed me, cheated me, humiliated me, laughed at me, lightened me, cheated me, cheated me? He can say," Just bear with him, and let him, and turn away from him, and be patient with him, and honor him, and ignore him, and in a few more years you will look at him. "”

Hold his hand and pass on perseverance and hope to him: "So we're not worried about what's going to happen tomorrow, not about empty promises, but about whether or not we're sleeping well tonight. We all need to maintain our spirits in order to deal with tomorrow. History will soon prove that Lu Guangguang is nothing but a clown. You are the one who spreads a thousand ancient times. ”

“Ai Qing, the man who sent you to Rosh, for whatever purpose, Rosh should be grateful to him.” He kissed me hard, his hot lips falling on his eyes, eyebrows, cheeks and burning a slice of red xia. This is the most heartfelt kiss between us that will allow us to face the storm outside. “Well, then we'll face it together. We all have to eat and sleep well. We'll be strong tomorrow. ”

Suddenly came the hum of Fursati, we were all frightened and quickly split up. I forgot he was in this tent. Look closely at him, still asleep, snoring slightly. We smiled and suddenly remembered. We couldn't help but ask, "What happened to Fursati? Why are you so drunk? ”

“Lu Guang wanted me to break the ring again. He blocked me and drank all the wine on everyone's table until Lu Guang stopped under Wang's advice. ”

Warm flowing, followed by heartache. He, alas... “Never, but in the bones, he actually loves you...”

“I know...” Rosh put on a blanket for him, his eyes filled with pain, looking at his brother's sleeping face, slightly sighing, “Me too...”

Standing up, he hugged me again: "I really want to sleep now, I haven't slept in too long.” Let me go and gently say, "Rosh went back to his tent...”

And I looked up and I was kind of stunned: "You... you want me to stay here with him? ”

“Don't forget, you're his wife now. Everyone outside is Lu Guang. Being my brother, staying in my brother's account for too long is suspicious. ”

“But I... he...”

“I believe in my brother...” Take a meal, then tell him, "Rest early, make sure you get some sleep. Tomorrow, we all have harder things to face. ”

“Rosh!” Shout out for him to leave, "you have a fall wound and a wound on your face. I'll put some ointment on you before you go. ”

He laughed and took out the ointment I gave Frasativo from his arms and shook it in front of me. “I've been here too long, I have to go. Don't worry, I'll remember to put it on when I get back. ”

“Then you must paint it...”

He seemed to think of something, pausing and dropping the onion arm beads from his left hand and putting them in my hand. The beads were too big for me and wrapped around two laps. He buckled me up and said with a smile: “In the future, I'll just change my sex into two laps, one for you and one for you. ”

I nodded and saw his face suddenly appear naughty, leaning over my lips and sneaking past. Without waiting for me to react, people have gone far, leaving me alone to taste this intimate little movement between lovers, touching my lips, silly laughing...

Even though Fursati was too drunk to save her life, I went under the veil to get Mir to sleep with me in the camp tent. Not for Fursati, but for his understanding wife. Mir is her closest maid. Although she was sent to serve me, I can't guarantee anything else. But her breadth made me appreciate how she allowed her husband to travel with a woman and pretend to be her. So I have to do something bright and big to reassure her.

I slept very heavily that night. I haven't slept so dark in a long time. Even Fursati woke up and vomited a few times, all served by Mir. I didn't know until I heard from Mir the next day. All I remember was the only thought before I went to bed: I'm going to feed my spirit and keep FIGHTING tomorrow!