Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 73: On the East Mountain Top

I glanced at the beautiful and elegant room in front of me and turned to Rosh, only to see that he was smiling so happily, and his light grey eyes kept watching my reaction. Seeing me surprised, his eyebrows were overflowing with joy, sweeping his eyebrows for months.

“This is the largest inn in Auntie City, opened by Li . Due to the disaster, it was closed. Today he will lend us his best room for free.” He held my shoulder and said softly, "Don't worry at home, I've told Ho Yan Ping to take care of it. Today is your twenty-seventh birthday. ”

I look at this fresh room again. How long has it been since I've seen such a clean place? His nose was sour and he heard a knock before he could speak. He smiled and pressed me to sit next to the case and walked over to open the door himself.

As soon as the door opened, I smelled a fragrance of flesh! I've been half-starved all day and trained my sense of smell to be immensely developed. He thanked him and brought in a bowl of hot noodles. Put my face in front of me, I stared greedily and swallowed.

This bowl is large and full, and it's filled with meat filaments. I can't eat this much alone. It must have been Lee's intent to guess.

He handed me the chopsticks and smiled gently at me: "This is longevity noodles for birthday stars. You said that if you don't have a birthday cake, you should eat noodles, which means long life..."

Then she sucked her nose and looked up at him and smiled: "We'll eat together. ”

He shook his head softly and said softly, "Eat. Have you forgotten that Rosh never eats lunch? ”

“It was in normal times, not in famine like this. Buddha won't blame you.” I picked up a piece of meat and handed it to him and said, “Come on, if you don't eat it, I won't eat it either. ”

He stared me in the eye and smiled away. Nod your head and eat meat with your mouth open. This noodle was eaten very slowly and I had to see him take a bite before I could take a bite. He just meant it at first, eating very little. I'll see how much he eats and how much I eat. Then several times he said he was full, and I stared at him angrily, putting down the chopsticks and saying he was full. He finally stopped insisting and shared the bowl with me and didn't even waste the bottom of the soup.

It's been a long day! I couldn't help but tell him with satisfaction that this was the best noodle I had ever eaten in my life and that there was nothing better in the world than this noodle.

He smiled and looked at me, and his mouth gently swept away the hairs in front of me, leaving me to wait in the house. Then he went out on his own, mysteriously. He came back later, and the corner of his mouth laughed even more.

He pulled my hand out of the room and led me into a room in the backyard. A sealed cabin with only a few small skylights on top, a charcoal flame on the left and right, an opaque screen blocked, steam flowing out the back, the whole room heated up. Several pages came in with hot water and closed the door backwards after pouring it.

He was still smiling, pulling me into the screen, and an oversized barrel of wood was drifting hot air. I swallowed my breath, and since my home became a refugee camp, we haven't had a bath in over a month to save firewood. I usually try to restrain myself from smelling on my body and itching on my hair. At Monson's house, he offered me a bath many times in disgust. But I was too frightened of him, afraid to give him a handle. If it stinks like this, it can make him less interested in me. But God knows how much I want to take a bath.

“Do you want to go out for my husband, or...” He untied me, spread a dirty mess, and whispered in my ear, "Stay and serve you? ”

My face was instantly red. Only in private, he would call himself a husband. The heater in the house penetrates the pores and the diastolic body is sweating. After more than a year of marriage, we've never bathed together, knowing each other so well. Think about it, sweating more, and the whole person is like a shrimp cooked in red.

Look at my embarrassment, his face is dripping red too. Cough and go out. I grabbed his sleeve and looked down at the brick on the floor: "You haven't showered in so long, I don't want to smell any more. ”

Look up at him and smile to hide my shyness: "Today is my birthday, you have to follow my meaning...”

He leaned over and whispered, “How do you know what you mean if you don't say it? ”

“You...” I said, "When will he break this? Does that have to be said?

Say what you're afraid of! "Serve me in the shower...”

A soft smile circled the bottom of his eyes as the waves swung away, his eyes smudged with mist under the vaporization of the hot air. My nose was sweating under his eyes.

“Ok...” deliberately prolonged the tone, listening to my ears with a silky ambiguity.

He rubbed his hands in my hair and the foam sand from his pancreas sounded. He's clumsy, he keeps pulling the root. I didn't want to disturb it without shouting the pain, which made me feel so tender. He drained the hot water slowly from the top of his head with a spoon, and I rubbed my bow and corner of my mouth bent. Reminds me of the shampoo advertisement that Zhou Run made more than a decade ago. Middle-aged charm is what he does for a long-haired girl. Elongated streams of water, like beads, slide down the girl's long black hair, and this scene is defined in my heart as eternal.

“Come in too...” After washing his hair, he shook it against his already wet robe. “Otherwise, the water will soon be cold...”

Fortunately, the heat of the water masked my blush, but I'm sure his face is definitely more red than mine. So when he sat in and didn't sit steady, I pranked the water into his face. I laughed and laughed as he shook his face. He reached out and grabbed my shoulder, thinking he was going to retaliate, and I blocked my arms in front of my face. But his gentle voice sounded softly: “Don't make a scene...”

His face was still filled with water beads, slowly converging on his sharpened chin, flowing through the bluishness of his hair, dripping onto his chest as his breathing fluctuated. Eyes slide downward and half-breasted water ripples. Underwater, wheat skin reveals a luminous glow...

He swallowed his voice so hard, his eyes couldn't help but slip on him: "Can your hands be flooded? ”

“Well, it's all right.” He looked up at the wound that had healed, half-dropped the curtain, muffled, “he turned around and rubbed your back. ”

Turning obediently, I rubbed his face as if it had been sunlit in the summer sun. He stood still and his burning body approached me. His burning breath fell on my ear. His voice was as low as it sounded: “I want you...”

The warmth of crispness was like a flame suddenly rising from the belly of a small child and the subconscious opening spilled a very fine groan. Turning his head and staring at his eyes like the abyss, he opened his lips slightly and closed them.

“But not here, the water is cold and you'll freeze.” He suddenly laughed softly and left me slightly. Shoot me in the head, put a piece of bathcloth on my shoulder and rub it carefully, "so don't think about it and concentrate on the bath. ”

I turned around and my face was hotter than it had just been.

We walked back to the room with our hands together, and on the way they were both blushing, wondering if they were smoked hot or not. As soon as he entered the room and locked the door, he probed behind my neck and lifted my head and kissed me. I leaned against the wall, letting him flow between my lips and teeth, searching deep. The breath intertwined with each other, sprayed hot on their faces, and burned a long-standing flame.

How long has it been since we've been involved? Since the beginning of the disaster relief effort, survival has been a pressing issue every day. With the overcrowding in the refugee camps at home and the voices of the empty stomach creeping day after day, who else can talk about anything other than eating? Today, a large bowl of meat noodles has been eaten, another month of dirt has been cleaned, and a clean room has given us a luxurious private space. This fire is hard to burn.

He still has the freshness of flesh-silk soup in his mouth and my favorite sandalwood aroma around him. It was his unique smell, which has intoxicated me since he was a teenager. For so many years, I've been drowning like an alcoholic. Greedy licked his tongue with the tip of his tongue, hooked him up with me. I ate it gently, like I tasted the bowl of noodles, causing him to tremble slightly.

The smell is burning more and more, and the flames are getting stronger in my eyes. He held my shoulder with one hand and reached into his waist. Connected to his sweet kiss, he was suddenly hugged by a handful.

“Aiqing, you're so light now...”

I lay down on his chest laughing lightly, depicting his handsome five officials, tall brow bones, softly said: “You're also lighter...”

Put me on a bed of clean cotton sheets, he covered me, and with his slender fingers carefully touched my face contour, pulse gaze: “When the disaster has passed, I will make you fat and white, and I will not let you suffer from hunger. ”

I nodded and said, “Well, I'd rather be fat than beautiful. ”

He looked at me confused and didn't understand what "bone beauty” was. I don't have the heart to explain at this time, hug him around the neck and mumble with him again. His breath grew heavier, his eyes were lost, his fingers were like a torch, and he stroked a spot and lit the flame of my body. The wedding ring hanging on my elongated neck swayed in front of my chest, lifting my heart's desire with his temperature.

“My wife...” The mute voice swept by her ear, her head smashing with deer, waiting, waiting.

Like a leaf boat in a wave of shock and terror, it climbs to the top of the mountain in a wave of rolling waves.

“Love you...” Sweat dripping down my cheek, dripping down my chest. The ring shook over, took the drop of sweat and shook it on his chest. One of the most gorgeous fireworks ever blossomed and dazzled.

“Can we go back tomorrow?” The clouds are retreating and the breath is stabilizing. Leaning lazily on his slender shoulders, wrapped around his elegant neck. I can't help but interrupt this tenderness.

“Absolutely.” He helped me keep my horns in place and said softly, "Lee said that Ben could keep us going. But it wasn't appropriate, so Rosh only had one day. ”

“Enough for one day.” I missed him with satisfaction, "we had a responsibility to take care of more than 200 people in the house. But that's all forgotten today. Whatever the responsibility, I hope to think again in the morning. Now it's our two worlds...”

The bright smile kept floating in the corner of my mouth, sweeping the sweaty hairs off my forehead, whispering in my ear: “Okay...”

He held me sweetly for a while and suddenly remembered something. Get up and grab the clothes you left at the end of the bed and pull something out of it. I recognised that that he had been carrying with him when I gave him the onion arm beads.

“There's no money for your birthday present this year, so I had to make it myself. ”

He put the beads in front of me, which showed that the beads that were supposed to go around my wrist for two laps had become two separate strings. Picking up the smaller ones, he put them on for me and put the bigger ones on his own hands. Suddenly recalling the time I impersonated Dawn, he put the beads on my hand in the accounts of the Fursativa camp. When he looked at the beads that were too big for me, he once said that he would change them into two strings in the future. I didn't expect him to do it.

“I love this birthday present. ”

The nose is a little sour. Turn your wrist and look delightfully at these crystalline beads. Seems to have words, carefully weighed, originally engraved several Chinese characters on the red beads. Identify it, it's seven elegant fonts - "Be as good as you want”!

He looked up so hard, he was holding me up with a gentle, watery look.

“My string is engraved the same way: to be worthy, to be worthy.” He lifted his wrist and shook it against me. Seems to think of something, shaking his head emotionally, "Many times I want to resist, I can't help it. ”

“You…” looked incredibly closely at the words on it and questionably asked, "How did you engrave these words when the agate was hard? ”

He smiled, “I wanted to carve it myself. Instead of carving it, it took a lot of effort to cut the handle off. ”

So that's how he got his hand wounded! Tears poured out of the air, holding his hand to his heart: “You... why are you so careless! ”

“It's no big deal.” He smiled softly, "I couldn't do it, so I found a jade master through Li . It was carved out of the Jade Master's Vajra. ”

Look at my wrinkled face and cry. I hurriedly put a kiss on my cheek: “Today is your birthday, you can't cry. ”

Reaching into my arms, I sighed contentedly: "The monk you spoke of condensed what Rosh had sought in his life into a poem. Compared to him, Rosh is too lucky. Remember when you said he wrote a lot of poems about the woman he loved? How much do you remember? ”

Knowing that he wanted me to change my mind about crying. I sat up and said, "Why don't you sing me a song? Based on his poetry, would you like to break the song and dance ring? ”

“You sing, naturally.” He also sat up and wrapped the cotton around me. He caressed my hair softly and his eyes filled with a happy smile.

I cleared my throat, pulled my throat and chanted:

“On that eastern hilltop, rising the white moon. The face of the young lady came to my mind.

Ah Yi Yi Yi Yi La, Maj Ama. Ah Yi Yi Yi Yi La, Maj Ama.

People wouldn't be in love if they hadn't met. If we had not known each other, how could we have been frustrated by this contemplation?

Ah Yi Yi Yi Yi La, Maj Ama. Ah Yi Yi Yi Yi La, Maj Ama. ”

His eyes kept following me, and the praise in his eyes made me sing more emotionally. I don't have the power of Tan Jing. I can't sing the treble. I'm just trying to be gentle, and I sound a little proud of myself. It turns out that singing can be so gentle in front of a loved one.

After singing, he laughed and looked at him. He held my shoulder half against the bed and sighed, "If you don't see each other, you don't love each other, if you don't know each other, you don't think each other. That's how Rosh treats you...”

Lean against his shoulder and intertwine with his ten fingers to recall the love poem of the VI Dalai Kuankatsu. Many of his poems are translated in the form of modern poems, which Rosh does not necessarily understand quickly. So I looked for another one of his archaeological poems: "There's another one:

Concentrate on the edge, but this life is short-lived.

On the day of his resurrection, the jade tree caught a young man. ”

Thinking of Kang's brief and tragic life, he said: “He can't live his life with his loved ones, he can only live forever. ”

His eyes burned and he stared firmly at me: "Rosh has committed too many sins, afraid to go to hell forever. But if Buddha had pity on me, Rosh would still be married to you, wouldn't you? ”

Sit down and look straight at him: "I, more greedy than you, I want to be born. No matter how many rounds, no matter which one of the six lanes, I will be with you. Together, smile at the wind and clouds. Even if you want to go to hell forever, I'll stay with you. Will you?”

The crystalline eyes shine brightly, and the handsome smile reveals the glow of the world. The grip between your fingers sends a heavier force: “You know...”

In the evening, the sun shines through the windows, dyeing the whole room like a rose. We look happily in the glorious glow of the sun. This winter, only today is truly sunny. Winter is really about to pass...