Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 79 Promise

Pan Zheng puts a pulse on my right hand, half-closed his eyes, silent. Japan is not his day of regular diagnosis, and Rosh invited him. So Monson was rarely present this time.

Pan Zheng looked at my tongue moss and his eyebrows gradually twisted: “How many nosebleeds has Madame had recently? ”

“Just last night...”

“Irene!” Drink up, it's Rosh! He never used such a harsh tone on me.

Closing his eyes, he opened his voice and said bitterly: "It has been five times since I was pregnant...”

“Aiqing, why didn't you tell me?” He almost jumped, never gentle, and there were moments that scared me so much. I bowed my head and the tears rolled down unstoppably, dripping on my tummy. He saw me crying and stunned. I couldn't blame him any more, squeezing my fist, knocking on the window.

“Pan did not dare to confirm the diagnosis before. During the three months of observation, Madame had hidden so much about the condition that she could tell the Master truthfully today.” Pan Zheng sighed, stood up and lowered her voice and punched Rosh, "Madame's heart and spleen were weak and her spleen did not bleed. It makes his face white, his nose bleeds, and he faints, and he is blood-deficient. ”

Rosh seemed to have been heavily boxed, and the whole person stood still, shaking at the corner of his mouth, unable to speak. His eyes filled with depression, and he stared sadly at me. I laughed bitterly, and I had anticipated that, rather than being as sad as Rosh was. I dared not look at him again, and looked back at Pan Zheng and swallowed his throat, and asked: "Dr. Pan, may the foetus in my belly be preserved? ”

“This…” Pan Zheng hesitated, glancing at Rosh, continued, "Madame is young and should be able to survive with all her efforts to preserve her baby. However, production is a major loss, giving birth to children, I'm afraid Madam will...”

“Dr. Pan, please save your life!” Rosh grabbed Pan Zheng's sleeve, tears gushed out, and stared closely at Pan Zheng with all expectations.

Pan Zheng was also moved, but he shook his head helplessly: “Master, Madam has been pregnant for almost five months. If you induce labor now, it will endanger the mother and even more dangerous. ”

“Is there no other way?” Rosh's whole body trembled, swallowed repeatedly, speechless, "is there no way? ”

“Rosh, don't worry.” I grabbed his chestnut hands, put them on my stomach, took a deep breath, smiled and said, "Our child is strong and he will definitely survive with me. ”

His stomach was suddenly overwhelmed and his strength was strong, never before, as if to proclaim to us his vigorous vitality. Rosh grabbed me, caressed my stomach, and looked up at me.

I smiled at his grieving eyes in blurred tears: "Look, the baby's telling us he's alive, too. ”

Before Pan Zheng left, he prescribed a new prescription, and Rosh ordered his disciples to grab the medicine. He did not go to Lu Guang again that day, he was with me all day, extremely gentle. I took a long nap in his arms and woke up close to dusk. Outside the house, the sun slanted in and his face cut a circle of hazy glow in the dusk. Reaching out to wipe the corner of his eyes, he awoke and hurried across his face to wipe away the tears in the corner of his eyes.

“What do you want to name your child?” Humph, pretend not to see his tears.

He turned his head towards me and his eyes were a little reddish. Suck on your nose, so make it easy to say, "If you're a girl, call me Qing. ”

I smiled and smacked him in the chest: "Named after you, isn't that a boy called Xiaoshi? ”

“Fine.” But he nodded seriously, "The girl is called Xiao Qing, and the boy is called Xiao Shu. ”

“This...” I concluded, thinking about it, “Oh, let's be a nickname, big names can only be taken up separately. Xiao Qing, Xiao Shu, that name is not cheeky. ”

“Why do you need a charm?” He shook his head, stared at my stomach and sighed, “the name, coming from his parents, was proof that they loved him. ”

Yeah, his own name comes from his parents. He is a Turz, and there is no Han tradition of naming children to hide from their elders.

“Okay. You name it, you name it.” I tried to laugh, but he looked at me in disdain. Just a moment later, there was another sorrow in my eyes that I couldn't stand.

“I'll go see if dinner's ready.” He woke up, somewhat disguised in panic, "you lay still in bed, I'll eat here with you. ”

Kiss my forehead with your head down and tuck the blanket for me. On his way out, he was seen lifting his back and rubbing it around the corner of his eyes. His thin, tall body was slightly rickety and seemed to carry a kilogram of weight on his shoulders, making him unable to straighten his back. The dusk light covered the brown red monk's coat and was lonely.

The moment his figure disappeared, he couldn't help it any longer, two lines of tears slipped down, dripping, melting into a thin blanket of summer.

Monson came to the door alone the day after I was diagnosed with blood deficiency. Rosh politely asked him to see me, but when he did, he just looked at me in a dazed manner. After watching for a while, he turned around unexpectedly and left without saying a word. Rosh watched him leave with a slightly complicated look in his eyes and didn't ask me anything.

Rosh complained to Lu Guangguang, and Lu Guangguang saw that he had no intention of caring, enjoyed selling his feelings and allowed him to accompany his wife every day. The disciples returned the money to the family and, at his behest, practiced themselves in the Buddhist hall of the so-called temple. He leads his disciples to morning and evening classes and uses one more hour each day to answer questions and questions. Stay with me the rest of the time.

Pan Zheng now comes every five days. And Monson hasn't been here since then, but he still pays Pan Zheng's medical bills. From time to time, someone will send you expensive medicines, ask who sent them, and people will always not tell you. Ginseng, deer mushrooms, tortoises, pearl powder, etc., whether I can eat it or not.

July arrived and the weather got hotter. The child has been awake every day for five months and seems to feel a little bigger than yesterday. Hold on to your stomach, it's getting hotter. He wouldn't let me do anything, not even take a shower and change clothes, but he did it all. It's a trivial little thing, he never did it before, and now he won't pretend to do anything to anyone else as long as it concerns me.

I had another nosebleed, even if I took my pills on time every day, minimized my activity, and tried to keep my mind at peace. This time, compared to previous times, the interval was shorter and the blood stopped longer. Rosh's face was like paper, his body couldn't hold the chestnut, and he held me in his arms. Seems afraid I'll disappear as soon as I let go. Instead, I couldn't help but comfort him.

Put your head on his shoulder and look out the window at the blue sky. There is no cloud, the sound of a cicada, the dry, hot wind blows in, and the cold created by the heart is not warm.

“Rosh, what's wrong with you? ”

When I woke up, I saw the sun shining and a happy bird chirping out the window. He sat by the bed, staring at me all the time. Her eyes were swollen, her chin was bluished and her face was pale.

And suddenly I realized, "Have you been up all night? ”

He grabbed me and touched his cheek. He smiled softly: "I want to see you more...”

Why do you say that? I was shocked, trying to get up and be held down by him.

“Aiqing, this time you have to listen to my husband.” His voice is still as warm as a jade, but with unquestionable determination.

Take a deep breath and say slowly: "Rosh figured out that the only way to save you and your child is to let you go back. As you said, medicine is advanced in your time, and any disease can be cured. Just go back and you and the kids will live. ”

I shook my head and sat up in a hurry and burst into his arms to cry: “Rosh, if I go back, I'm afraid I'll never see you again...”

The next time he gently touched my hair, the tone remained resolute: "Even if I never see you again in my life, Rosh will have to let you go back. This is for you and our children..."

“No, I'm not leaving you...”

“Aiqing, listen to me!” He held my shaking head and whispered, “You're not just my wife, you're my mother. ”

Raise my shoulders, pulse gaze: "Rosh is in an age where wars have drifted and disasters have been raging. Rosh himself was in custody again, and he couldn't really give the child a good environment. After you bring it back a thousand years, peace and prosperity will allow your baby to grow up healthy. In comparison, Rosh would rather have his own flesh and bones grow in your time. ”

“As for Rosh...” Look at me still shaking my head and crying, he kissed me with pity, holding my head and smiling slightly, "After you go, Rosh will practise mindfully, luminous, waiting sixteen years to go to Chang 'an to preach the Book of Law. Even if I am alone, I will fulfill the mission entrusted to me by the Buddha to lay the foundations of Buddha's Law in the Plains. Then you can wait in hell with a smile. ”

“Rosh, you're not gonna be alone. You will have a wife and concubine, two twins, and you will have your own family in Chang 'an. I don't want to go, I don't want you to...” I stopped crying, my heart was cut like a knife, I couldn't cry, “Forget me...”

“What nonsense?” He interrupted me angrily, lifted my chin and looked into his bright eyes.

He is serious and extremely serious, word for word: "Rosh, for life, you are the only wife. Marrying you as a monk is a tremendous treason. How could there be another wife and concubine? Do you think Rosh is the kind of man who can't live without a woman? ”

“This is from the Book of History…”

He seemed to think of something, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and he thought, "So tell me, how is it written in history? ”

If you chew yellow, bitterly turn away from the nightmare in Jin Shu and torment me with a few words: “Taste the passage through Kusangtang Temple, and there are more than a thousand people in the Dynasty and Dade Shamen to listen to. Rosh suddenly leaves the throne, said Xing: 'There are two children climbing on my shoulders, wanting 37155; to be a woman.’ Xing was called into the palace to give birth to two sons. ”

“This...” He glanced at his tongue, his eyes stared round, and his fists were smashed on the bed, “these blade pens of future generations are bullshit! How can they blackmail Rosh like that? ”

“Irene, can you believe Rosh would do such absurdity? Unless...” Suddenly he stopped, his eyes lit up, he couldn't help but gaze at me, and then his lips got bent, he was laughing!

He laughed loudly, bent over with his stomach and burst into tears at the corner of his eyes. Never seen him smile so faintly, just in doubt, suddenly he hugged him hard: “Ai Qing, it's you, you're back! ”

“Rosh...”

“You are the maiden, and you will come back, and we will have two more children. ”

There was still a mess in his head and he was stunned in his arms. That's me? Is it really gonna be me? Can I really go through it again?

He lifted me up, nodded with the strongest of his eyes, and consoled me positively: "Ai Qing, go back to your time, give birth to your child and live well. Waiting for your husband in Chang 'an...”

“That was sixteen years...” He stared at his tenacious eyes with a trembling voice, his heart grabbed and he couldn't breathe.

He held my hand in his chest, with a glimmer in his eyes: "Ten years and ten years. Didn't Rosh wait? What's so hard about waiting another 16 years? ”

He looked at me with a smile: "Can't you fall in love with the future without paying the price? I thought there was only time and space in hell, but on the day Rosh was alive, there was still a chance to see you again. It was Buddha's grace. Why would he ask for it? However, sixteen years later, Rosh is fifty-three years old and old. Don't bother..."

I covered his mouth and said harshly, "If you say that again, it's time to fight. ”

Soft drowning eyes seemed magical, sweeping away my fears little by little. Gently take my hand off his lips and smile toughly: "Rosh did say the wrong thing, it's time to fight. ”

I'm finally laughing. Yeah, he can wait. Why can't I wait? The boss said that the technology is constantly improving and that if we go back, we can have another chance to see each other again. There's enough electricity to go through the meter, so I can go back and have a baby with modern technology. Then, as long as I have enough patience to wait, one day I will be able to return to my husband!

“My teacher once said it was great to live in love.” Touch his depressed cheek, take a deep breath, smile and greet him like a water eye, and say in my strongest voice, "So, Rosh, I go back. Wait for me...”

“Okay!” he nodded with a smile, fingers tangled in my hand, soft lips kissing me gently.

He left his lips slightly and sighed, “I had a wish. Remember last year when you promised me when I was a driver? ”

“Live the most secular life of your day every year. Shopping with you, eating snacks, doing anything with you, as long as you can be happy...” Your eyes are dim and you are in a hurry to cheer up. "I should have been with you this year, but it was famine, then you were pregnant again, and it was delayed. ”

He grabbed his monk's coat and pleaded, "Well, before I go, why don't you walk me around the street for a day? ”

He shook his head and held me down, sitting beside me and holding my hand: “You have been pregnant for five months and you are weak. What if it turns into an accident? ”

“Axel, I promise you, I will accompany you, but not now.” He gently swept the hairs off my forehead, whispered, “To Chang 'an, okay? ”

I stretched out my pinky finger and grabbed his pinky finger and shook it: “Then you must remember, don't regret it...”

“Mmm!” he smiled brilliantly.

Immersed in his handsome smile, suddenly heard the door slammed gently, a respectful voice coming from outside the door: "Master, Prince Ryoko invites the teacher to honor the proceedings, so that he is waiting in the front room. ”

Is there something he needs to talk to Rosh about? Surprisingly glanced at Rosh. He patted me on the arm, reassuring me. Tell me he'll be back in a minute. Let me sleep a little longer.

He opened the door and turned around and looked at me. The sun shines bright and sprinkles on him, and the whole person reveals a hazy glow. The summer breeze swept through and the white cane sand sounded outside the window. Cicada woke up from her dream and began another day of ringing. He looked at me, nodded his head, and gently fastened the door. I close my eyes and tell myself to stay healthy and live. Not just for the baby, but for seeing each other again...