Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

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I didn't sleep well all night, and there was a mess in my head. Thinking of Rosh being so close to me, my heart trembled involuntarily. It was uncomfortable to think of Rosh looking at my cold eyes. At dawn, I finally got up anxiously and wandered around the room a few times. I couldn't help but opened the door and rushed to the door of his room.

Should he get up? It's almost half past four. He will have an early class at five. Where will he go for morning lessons? It should be Wangxin Temple. The bird is too far away from the big temple. What would he think of me? I ran to his door early in the morning like this, and I never got up so early.

I circled in front of his door, my heart raised my throat, and my hand shivered unconsciously. I quickly fell off the wrestler. God, what am I nervous?

With a squeak, the door opened. I was so excited that I jumped back, bouncing backwards, and my head hit the gallery pillar, and suddenly grinned in pain.

"Miss! Get up so early?"

I forgot to call the pain, and looked at the person coming out of his room innocently. It was the maid who cleaned the house, holding a trash can. What about him? I quickly tiptoed to look inside the house.

"The eldest son left long ago and said that he would go back to Queli Temple."

Is this so early? Why don't you greet me and leave? As soon as I lost, my head hurt even more.

"Wait a minute!" A glimpse of a piece of clothing in the trash can, I moved my heart and quickly stopped the servant.

In the trash can, there is a good moon white silk shirt, a belt of the same color, and... a lion mask and a slightly brown wig. Suddenly, I was petrified...

"The eldest son called to throw away. Alas, is this a pity, so good cloth..." The maid's nagging made me feel hurt...

When Vishati opened the door, she saw me sitting in the hallway at his door. He was surprised first, looked at the sky, then looked at me, and then a bright smile floated on the whole face. "Ai Qing, why don't you enter the house? You can always take my room..."

"Posettia, I'm going to the Queli Temple today." I quickly interrupted him, lest the big radish say something colorful again.

"Okay, knowing that you like to draw some boring things, I will accompany you if you want to go. But..." He scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, "Wait for another ten days? From today I'll be in my turn On duty in the palace, it takes ten days before taking a rest."

"No need. You are busy with you. I can call a carriage by myself."

"Ai Qing, don't be so stubborn, obedient. But just wait ten days..."

"Vishati!" I interrupted him with a firm look. "You don't need to accompany me. I'm not a weak woman who needs protection everywhere. I have my own idea, and I will be back in a few days."

Finally, I promised that he would definitely be back within ten days. He said that after he took a break, he took me to the Tianshan Grand Canyon.

This grand canyon, which I heard when I was inspecting Kuqa, is about 70 kilometers away from Kuqa County. The scenery is magnificent, with reddish brown rocks everywhere, and the shape is very strange. It is said that it is comparable to the Colorado Grand Canyon in the United States, but it is not that large. In 1999, an old Uyghur farmer unintentionally discovered a grotto excavated during the Tang Dynasty, named Ai Ai Grotto, above the cliff. Although this grotto is very small, less than 5 meters deep, because there are still murals on all three sides of the cave, and Chinese characters appear on the murals, which is different from the hundreds of other grottoes in the ancient Western Region, showing the Chinese culture against the turtle in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The impact here is of great academic significance.

But I didn’t have time to go at that time, but now, alas, I didn’t cross it for the sake of swimming. To me, grotto murals are more attractive than landscapes. Now that this grotto has not been excavated, my interest is not so strong. But watching Vrsati always pull me and refuse to let go, I vaguely agreed to say it.

Finally, he was on the road. Originally, he wanted to use a carriage at home. He failed, but gave up. This guy is very wordy today, helped me find a car, and told him, when I go out for the first time? So, after the ears are clear, I let the driver run as fast as possible. My heart is no longer in this royal city, so I flew to the peaceful courtyard forty miles away.

When Su Muzhe is over, I should be on the road as planned. However, I always feel that if I leave this way, I will regret it all my life. I want to see him, even if I don't say anything, just glance at it.

When I returned to the courtyard, I felt very kind. Moboxun was very happy when he saw me. He whispered and told me: "Miss is not here these days, but the eldest son reads the book every day and sits in the middle of the night before returning to the temple."

There was a hint of sweetness in my heart, and I squeaked with Mo Poxun for a long time, hoping that he would help me go to the Queli Temple and tell Rosh that I was back. Then I restlessly waited for Mo Poxun to return from the temple. Can't help but inquire about all the details to Mo Poxun, but he said that Roche just hummed, and was busy going to lecture. Really... what answer is this? So will he come tonight?

This doubt continued to torment me until the moment the courtyard door was opened.

I rushed to the yard and saw the maroon monk's clothes that were always spotless, the eyes that were deep in the bottom, the peculiar and lonely figure, the sound of my heartbeat, could not be heard by the whole world?

He looked up at me, his face was calm, and there was a faint smile in the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, a shallow smile disappeared, and a panicked expression appeared on his face. He walked towards me quickly. Before I could react, he held my head and the other hand gently lifted my chin. Prepare to face up. In his close gray eyes, there was a little surprise in me.

"Rosh..." I really feel dizzy, he, does he want to kiss me? What happened in the dream, the scene that I never dared to expect in reality, just happened? I opened my mouth slightly and closed my eyes.

"Don't talk." His breath flicked across my face, and the gentle voice made me tremble. There was something on the face, eh? Why didn't it fall on the lips, but...on the nose...

I opened my eyes and saw him staring closely at my face, his eyes full of concern. A nose was covered on the nose. He, he didn't kiss me. Me, I... just thought...

"Don't bow your head!" he said hurriedly, and then my shoulders were lightly hugged, and my feet didn't seem to be my own. I followed him into the room. His hug is different from Vrsati, it is so soft, so warm, it makes people want to lean on like this forever, not to leave for a lifetime.

"Shall the medical officer take a look tomorrow?"

Ok? What happened to me? Taking his veil down, I froze. A flamboyant blood on the veil. Me, I actually bleed at the sight of him. Well, this seems to be a manifestation of dissatisfaction, right? But I don't seem to have any ugly thoughts. Is it because you miss him too much?

The blood was still flowing. He raised my head and said softly, "Don't move, just a moment." Phrae covered his nose again. He was still supporting me and sitting on the bed.

I really want this blood to keep flowing. He can always hug me like this. It is a pity that good times are always fleeting, and when the blood stops, I really want to knock my nose again.

He saw that I was no longer bleeding, took the veil, and put it back in his arms. I blushed a little bit: "Well, there is blood on the veil. I'll wash it and return it to you."

He didn't answer, stood up, went to the cabinet and took out a new veil and handed it to me. I'm a little puzzled, when did I let go of the handkerchief there?

"You never use a veil. If you want to wipe your mouth, just wipe it with your hands. This is not good." It is still a warm voice, but the eyes are drooping, "The cabinets are all new, don't forget..."

A strange warmth ran through my heart, ironing my whole body. Rosh, you are also affectionate to me, right?

I bit my lip, not letting the smile rise to my face, and my eyes rolled: "Yes, Rosh, um, I haven't finished painting the Po Li Temple..."

He froze for a moment, his eyes slipping with a smile: "You can go at any time."

We looked at each other like this, I don't know what to say next. Then I laughed silly. If you can't say why, you will feel full of joy, and if you don't laugh, you will be sorry for yourself. When he saw me smirking like this, he sipped his mouth first, and then he couldn't help it anymore. The corners of his mouth became more and more curved, and he smiled more and more. In the end, we all laughed uncontrollably. It's just that my laughter is louder, and his laughter is more convergent.

Don't beware of it, I was surrounded by him. A smile stuck on my face, and for a moment, I didn't know what to do.

He didn't say a word, just hugged me like this, gently and tenderly. Leaning against his thin chest, he could hear his heartbeat and banged my eardrums. After a while, the ups and downs of his chest gradually increased, and the breath falling on my neck seemed more and more urgent.

"Rosh..." I whispered, not knowing whether to look forward or shudder.

Suddenly, he pushed me away, his face pale, his chest still undulating. I stamped my feet and rushed towards the door.

"Rosh..." I ran forward and ran too quickly. My right elbow hit the door frame heavily, and a painful pain made me cry out loud.

"What's wrong?" He stopped and quickly returned from the yard, pulling me into the house.

Facing the oil lamp, he opened the sleeve of my right hand to reveal the elbow that had once smashed through a large skin. I don't know why, it's almost two months, this injury is always good and bad. Of course, I am not very careful. When I take a bath every day, I accidentally run into water. When I scab, I scratch because it is too itchy. It's better. I forgot to apply the medicine without Roche's help. And because I often have to draw with my right hand, I sometimes don't care about the pain. After pouring water all day yesterday, all the crusted crusts fell off, and now they are very red and swollen. Just that touch, just hit the worst place, the blood oozed out suddenly, and my sleeves were red. Moreover, the area of ​​the broken skin is larger than when it first broke.

"Why didn't you care so much?" He looked up at me and reproached distressedly. "You haven't ignored it, this injury won't get through. Yesterday, you shouldn't play with water."

I smiled. How can I find him posing for me without playing with water? However, since he didn't say it, I pretended not to be stupid.

He still gave me the same medicine, and it hurt my tears. He sighed and told me to endure, while blowing lightly against the wound. The focused expression made me forget to cry and hurt, and stared at him blankly. Under the oil lamp, his silhouette is very sculptural, his long eyelashes twitch slightly, and the smooth wheat-colored skin is covered with a soft halo.

He carefully wrapped the gauze and gently lowered my sleeve. All movements are extremely soft and extremely pampered. For the first time in my twenty-four years of life, it was the happiest thing for me to be spoiled by a man. I was in a daze until he looked up and saw a red face again. He turned his head and paused, telling me not to touch the water again. Then, it seemed to be speechless, silent for a while.

"Just..." He finally stood up, looking sideways, hesitating, "Rosh offended..."

"Rosh..." I opened my mouth and was still unable to speak any words. What can i say? Can I tell him that I not only don’t mind but also look forward to it? Can I tell him I am greedy except hug me and want more?

"It's too late, Rosh said goodbye." His voice regained his usual calmness, pacing to the door, and stopped for a moment, "Tomorrow, you can come at any time."

Looking at his back in a hurry, I was paralyzed on the bed weakly. He, alas, he can't be happy anymore? I feel that the soft hug just now is unreal like a dream. Maybe, it was really a dream I was too beautiful...