Baima Weiyang

I turned around in a daze, as if some voice came to my ears, and there were words I was very familiar with.Although he was extremely unwilling to wake up, the sleepiness was no longer so strong.I reached out and rubbed my sore eyelids, and opened my eyes uncomfortably, only to hear whispers coming in from the window...

"Master hasn't had morning class for two days."

"I heard..." The slightly hoarse male voice lowered his voice as much as possible, "There is a woman living in Rajang..."

"Nonsense! How is it possible!"

"it is true……"

"Impossible. Let's go—"

I listened to the light and heavy voices, and as the rustling footsteps went away, my sleepiness disappeared all of a sudden.My eyes fell on the arms across my chest, and then turned to Tsangyang Gyatso's sleeping face.The handsome eyebrows, the straight bridge of the nose, the thin lips... I stretched out my hand and stroked it lightly.

Ever since I fell asleep holding his arm that day, he hasn't left every day.At night, he kept pulling the kicked-off blanket for me, and if there was nothing to do, he used his arms to fix me.That's why he woke up so late that he even missed the morning class at Tsochen Hall.

I sighed lightly, and just about to withdraw my hand, Cangyang Gyatso suddenly turned over, and snorted warmly towards my ear, "Are you awake?"

"En." I nodded, facing the handsome face that was close at hand, I unconsciously dodged my eyes.Cangyang Gyatso saw that I wanted to see but didn't dare to look, so he reached out and pressed my head.

Dizzy, I received a kiss, and then the bed tightened, and I quickly shrank into the pulu blanket.When he opened his forehead again, Tsangyang Gyatso had turned over and sat up, neatly dressed in the crimson cassock.

Only then did I dare to push the blanket away, and after putting on my robe, I rinsed my mouth with green salt and wiped my teeth, while watching him kneel on the stone floor and kowtow to the scriptures in the center of the square table.When he stood up, he felt that my gaze had been on him in a daze, and he couldn't help but ask with a glance, "Why?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't go to the Tsochen Hall for morning classes?"

He walked up to me in a few steps, stretched out his hand to straighten my crooked skirt, with a calm expression on his face, "It's going to be summer in a few days, it's okay." After speaking, he poked my forehead with a slight frown Son, "Well..." I subconsciously hid back, but unexpectedly the skirt of my clothes was still held in his hand, and I couldn't dodge at all.

He raised his hand blankly and rubbed his forehead, which still had a strange touch, but from the corner of his vision, he caught a glimpse of Tsangyang Gyatso pulling the corner of his lower lip slightly.I struggled, loosened the hands on my chest, and avoided his clear sight, but the corners of my mouth raised unconsciously...

The days slip by day by day, and the vast Tibetan area heats up day by day.If it is changed to other places, it will feel dry, hot and sticky at most.But it is very different on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. The heat during the day is unambiguous, and the cold wind at night is even more unrelenting.This huge temperature difference can make people feel crisp and cold.

In the past few days, I still stay in Larangli all day, and I have to stay at home even more than before, because Tsangyang Gyatso has already started to sit in the summer.

Buddhism is the most taboo of killing and killing, so the Gelug Sect stipulates that from April to June in the Tibetan calendar, monks and lamas can only stay in the monastery and meditate.After all, in summer, vegetation grows and insects start to sting, and a careless one will trample and kill life.Therefore, not going out for activities is the best way.Cangyang Gyatso couldn't go out, so I had to stay in the Gadan Nang Sai. I didn't want to walk around at first, so as not to be seen by others and cause unnecessary trouble.But after staying for a long time, sometimes I really can't hold back.Like... now.

Cangyang Gyatso was sitting on a sandalwood armchair, concentrating on the scriptures under his hand.And I, forced to help but also cultivate my body and mind.He held up the scriptures high, read a few lines, didn't quite understand, changed another page, and looked at it, it was not as good as the previous page!Simply turned back again.

I gently moved down the scriptures in my hand, exposing my two eyes, and kept peeking at him. With a "crash", he suddenly turned the page of the book.I was startled, and quickly moved the scriptures up to cover my entire face.He pricked up his ears and found that there was no other movement coming.

Fortunately, I was not found, otherwise he would have scolded me.I couldn't help but let go of my heart, waited for a while, and then slowly, slowly poked my head out... "Have you seen enough?" He said without raising his head.I froze for a moment, seeing him turn another page, then turned his head and stared at me with piercing eyes.

I honestly shook my head.He frowned suddenly, and said in a deep voice, "Come here."

"Oh..." I stood up hastily, and just walked a few steps, unexpectedly, with a "snap", my left leg hit the sandalwood chair hard.A dull pain came from my leg bone, and I couldn't help but whisper, "Ouch..."

In half-closed eyes, a crimson figure quickly supported me, and before I could recover, I saw him bend down.He didn't raise his head until I said repeatedly that it was okay, and stared at me complainingly, "What's the matter with you?"

I lowered my head and said in a low voice, "It's not to see you..."

"Still talking back?" Cangyang Gyatso said coldly, with a trace of majesty hidden in his voice.I hurriedly shut my mouth, and cursed myself as a pig in my heart, I summed up the four treasures of tenderness last time, why do I keep forgetting when I am lectured!

Thinking of this, I immediately lowered my head and said nothing, with innocent eyes and a hurt look on my face.Everything is ready, just waiting for Cangyang Gyatso to turn the steel into soft fingers.Unexpectedly, he ignored me at all, walked back to the desk, sat down and continued to study the scriptures.

"Alas—" I sighed sadly, but I didn't dare to let him hear me. I glanced carefully and picked up the scriptures to read.My waist was so sore from sitting, I simply raised my legs, but before I could adjust my posture properly, Tsangyang Gyatso's cold eyes swept over me.

I was taken aback for a moment, and immediately retracted my legs, and straightened my back neatly.After waiting for a while, I slowly relaxed my body until I could no longer feel his gaze.Staring at the crooked scriptures on the pages of the book, I only felt that my eyelids were getting heavy.

In order to get rid of the drowsiness, I had to change my posture slightly, but I didn't dare to make too much noise, otherwise I would be scolded.Just when I couldn't bear it any longer, the acolyte came over at noon.

Strange to say, I haven't seen Ngawang Rinchen in this period of time.Usually, he would appear from time to time to help Tsangyang Gyatso with some mundane affairs... I looked behind Danba, but there was nothing there.In fact, during this time, only Danba appeared in my sight.

Maybe it was Tsangyang Gyatso's deliberate effort. In fact, I have long seen the "misalignment" between him and Ngawang Rinchen.Although Cangyang Gyatso has an extraordinary bearing and is elegant and refined, he has always been kind to others.Only when facing Ngawang Rinchen, deliberate indifference and alienation flashed in his eyes.After thinking for a long time, I still can't guess the reason.But one thing is certain... In terms of Ngawang Rinchen's demeanor and temperament, he is definitely not a child of a poor family.

I picked up the cheese cake, put it in my mouth and chewed it slowly, pretending to be casual and said, "Why haven't I seen Ngawang Rinchen recently?" He opened it, but just stared at me blankly.I looked straight at him and walked over, and asked tentatively, "You don't like Ngawang Rinchen?"

"No."

"Then why..."

Before I finished speaking, Tsangyang Gyatso interrupted me, "He is Diba's son."

I was taken aback, and couldn't help thinking of the conflict between the sixth Dalai Lama and Diba Sangye Gyatso recorded in the history books. Could it be that the purpose of Ngawang Rinchen staying by his side was to monitor him? !But such a calm person with clear eyes that I have never seen before, such a person...

"Stay away from him in the future, do you hear me?" Cangyang Gyatso couldn't help but increase his voice when he saw that I was lost in thought.

I paused, and leaned closer to his cheek, "But Ngawang Rinchen is not a bad person, it cannot be because he is Diba's son..."

"It's not just because of this." Seeing that I was full of words ready to speak, Cangyang Gyatso got up and opened the sandalwood armchair, turned around and walked out the door.

"Hey, hey——" I quickly chased after him, but I was slapped across the face by the auspicious knotted satin curtain he raised.Walking out of Gadannang Sai in a daze, it took a long time to find Tsangyang Gyatso.

Follow him all the way to the library.Across a row of scriptures, I looked at him from the gap.There was a look of searching on the handsome face, the beautiful brows were slightly frowned, and the bony fingers pulled out the scriptures from time to time, turning the pages.

Although this scene was very edifying, I still couldn't help but walked to his side, looking for scriptures like him, and said coldly, "Finish the words."

Cangyang Gyatso didn't speak, but walked around behind me, reached out and took the "Buddha Jataka" from my hand.Staring blankly at his hand stretched from the waist to my chest, my heart pounded, I bit my lip, and turned around to see that he had already walked to the other side, looking for the scriptures on the shelf intently.

"Oh—" I sighed, frowning and shaking my head.Cangyang Gyatso turned his head when he heard the sound, and bent down low, the distance was so close that he could hear his breath.I took a step back subconsciously, but saw the pair of jet-black eyes narrow their gaze.

"I don't like it anyway."

A light and shallow voice came, and when the ending fell, Cangyang Gyatso had turned around and walked out the door.I was taken aback, staring at his back, and then narrowed my eyes for a long time, could it be... I couldn't help curling the corners of my mouth, and I immediately walked towards the direction he left in joy.

When he opened the door curtain of Gadan Nangsai and entered, Tsangyang Gyatso was sitting cross-legged on the Zen bed with his eyes closed.I sat at the round table and watched him meditate from afar.Resting his cheeks, he chewed the cheese cake bit by bit, and the wind blowing outside the window brought him a bit of drunkenness.I closed my eyelids slightly, enjoying it lazily.

"Aha—" He yawned unconsciously, but he woke up with a start, opened his eyes, and Cangyang Gyatso was still sitting quietly, with the same expression on his face.I couldn't help but feel relieved, and stared blankly at his handsome face.

After a while, Tsangyang Gyatso finally opened his eyes.I immediately got up and ran over, dawdled on the side of the bed, and then plunged into his arms.The warm body temperature came through the thin clothes, and I subconsciously relaxed my body, and the weight of my whole body fell on him.He stroked my hair with his hand, and gently kissed my forehead.

I smiled and struggled to get up, resting my chin comfortably on his shoulder.Feeling the regular breathing from his chest, my heart felt warm for a moment, I suddenly raised my head and kissed his chin.

"Don't make trouble." A low and light reprimand came down, and he pressed his chin on the top of my head, and I was forced to turn my face back. After suffering for a while, I couldn't help complaining, "It's so heavy."

The top of the head loosened slightly, and the weight that had been pressed down suddenly eased a little.

"Cangyang Gyatso..." I murmured, a strange warmth flowed through my heart.Fate is really hard to predict. I used to dream that I would not dare to think that there would be such a day when the cold name in the history books entered my life with flesh and blood...

"Huh?" Cangyang Gyatso looked down after hearing the sound.I rubbed my face against his cassock as a response.He lowered his body suddenly, and the warm breath wafted in his ears, "Staying in the Gadan Nang Sai all day, are you bored?"

"What?" I regained my senses and raised my head to look straight at him.He twitched the corner of his mouth and looked behind me, "Danba."

"Yes, master." Danba walked in respectfully, holding a set of dark blue robes and a simple summer felt hat in his hands.After placing these clothes on the desk, he withdrew.I took it away and saw that it was a set of common clothes. I couldn't help looking at Cangyang Gyatso in surprise, "Could it be that you..."

"En." Before I finished speaking, he nodded, "However, we have to wait until it gets dark."

When I heard it, I jumped into his arms with the corners of my mouth raised.Her cheeks were pressed tightly against his chest, and hearing the heavy heartbeat, her eyelids slowly became moist.He is obviously a monk, but because I have done so many things that should not be done, what kind of karma will he bear in the future in the karma cycle of Buddhism...

Thinking of this, I subconsciously put my arms around his waist, "Is this really okay?"

Cangyang Gyatso was taken aback, stretched out his hand and brushed my face, and I was forced to look directly at him.He frowned slightly, and stared at me with burning eyes, "That's my own choice, it has nothing to do with you. Do you hear me?" Seeing that I hadn't responded for a long time, he stretched out his hand and pinched my chin, with a hint of worry in his eyes , "Don't think about it."

As he spoke, a series of light kisses fell.I close my eyelids, try to hold back all my thoughts, and feel the tenderness on my lips wholeheartedly... If you can't predict the future, why not cherish the present?Just like the decision on that pouring rainy night... Now that you have made your choice, never regret it...