mud buddha

Ultimately Nibel's eyes were thought to be caused by the smoke.Dr. Mir was not sure if he could recover. He barely recalled the knowledge he had learned in his student days. He took out the brand-new medical books in his bookshelf for the first time and deliberated over them. He prescribed some medicines for Nibel that were useless but would not damage his body. , By the way, he earned a lot of medical fees from Guy's family.

Xiayun Manor has been almost burned to the ground, at least for a short period of time, it is uninhabitable.After discussion, the Guy family decided to move to their own castle in Psyche and take Mr. Roswell who was still unconscious.

During his unconscious period, Mrs. Robinson gritted her teeth and took care of her business for him, barely maintaining normalcy.What she loved most in the past was going to various literary salons, meeting young talents, and raising several cats and dogs, all of which were groomed to be shiny.After taking over the business, all these funs have left her, and the cats and dogs are also taken care of by the maid.

At the beginning, she found it a bit tricky, and she was very slow to deal with the affairs. She even had to refer to the business records left by Nibel to barely solve the problem.Although Mrs. Robinson always misses her late husband in front of others, saying how good he is, she promises that only this time she really wants her late husband back.

It was not too far from the city to Psyche, but it was through a not so dense wood and over a hill.The mountain road is thin and curved, like a giant's hair falling to the ground.

Two farmers are cutting wheat in the field, and the sun hangs on the hill, emitting a gentle light that is unique to dusk.A slow sound of horseshoes came from the road.At the head was a small caravan drawn by a horse, with a driver sitting in front, and a boy following him on the ground.The latter ones were all the same, until the farmer saw a tall four-wheeled carriage, drawn by two horses, wrapped in a layer of cloth, leaving a small window covered by a curtain, some distance away from the small carriage.

"This is really grand! It seems that some important person has come."

"I wish I could sit in here one day."

"Hey, don't tell me, there are so many people in this convoy, and only a little luggage is carried. Maybe something happened, such as bankruptcy or something." The taller and smarter farmer pointed After the cart said.The cart was pulled by a donkey and walked very slowly.

"Maybe the ones in front are all his servants and don't need any luggage." The shorter farmer lowered his head again and muttered: "Hurry up and work, it will be dark if you don't hurry up."

The team continued to move forward and disappeared into the sight of the tall farmer. He wiped the sweat off his head with his sleeve and continued with the work in hand.

There was another sound of pedaling, and a carriage stopped beside them.This wagon looked exactly like the big wagon in the previous convoy. If it wasn't for the sound coming from behind, the two farmers would have thought it was the previous one.

The curtain was lifted by the people inside, revealing a face.The two farmers were a little dumbfounded. They were born in the countryside, and the women they met were all strong and powerful. Even with a pretty face, they could easily lift the feed bucket with one hand.The woman in front of her was wearing a big fur hat, showing a little red hair at the sideburns, her face was pale, her neck was slender, she looked fragile, coupled with those sad eyes, like a newborn calf, it made people feel windy Blow will fall to the ground.

"Miss, what's the matter?" The silly short man put away the sickle in his hand, wiped his hands on his pants, and cleared his throat before talking to him.

The person in the carriage frowned: "Miss?"

Although the voice was not thick and deep, it was not so strong that it would be mistaken for a man.The short man's expression seemed to be struck by lightning:

"Are you a man?"

The tall man pushed him away, and his tone was exaggerated, like a lame aria: "Oh, handsome sir, can I help you, I will definitely die."

The man frowned even deeper, blinked several times before asking: "Is there any water here, as long as you can wash your hands."

"Ah, sir, there is a shoveling river just a little way there." The coachman got off his horse and smiled when he heard the funny typo. He glanced at Benoit, but was stopped by his eyes, and then Put on a straight face.The tall man gritted his back molars nervously for unknown reasons.

"Thank you." The beauty in the hat smiled and looked at the groom: "Joseph, go get some water."

"No, I have water here." The short man took out a copper kettle with a cloth cover and a strap to carry it on his body.

"Oh, thank you very much." Benoit took it, poured out a little water to wet the veil, wiped the face of a person lying in the car, and asked the short man while wiping: "This veil is..."

"My wife sewed it for me. She said it was convenient to carry it when I was working, so I didn't have to put it on the ground all the time. I would look for it for a long time when I needed to drink."

"It's pretty good, it looks good." He closed the cover and returned it to the farmer, and put down the curtain to say goodbye.

The sun dipped a little further down the hill, and the lonely carriage disappeared into the distance, a tiny black speck.The two farmers went home separately.

"George!" exclaimed the little farmer's wife, as she helped him put away his things. "There's fifty pounds in here!"

The short farmer was sitting in the yard peeling edamame by the moonlight. His wife was startled and threw the edamame away.

"I met a good man today!" He took the fifty pounds in his hand, looked around, and told his wife what happened, planning to buy some new pigs.

After hearing this, his wife raised his ear: "How can this be collected? How could that little water be worth fifty pounds! When the time comes to find out where the family lives, the money must be returned."

Of course, Benoit didn't know that the money almost cost the well-meaning farmer a beating.The reason why he stuffed fifty pounds was because he didn't have any change on hand, so he just picked a few and put them in.

In order to prevent Nibel from feeling uncomfortable, Benoit put several layers of blankets in the car and asked the driver to walk slowly and steadily.As a result, Nibel suddenly vomited halfway.He hasn't woken up these days, and he can't eat. It's all because Benoit opened his mouth and mixed the medicine powder with water to feed him, so what he spit out was also clear water.

Halfway through, he couldn't watch Nibel's vomit dry on his face, even if it was water.There was someone on the side of the road, so he stopped to borrow some water temporarily.

Benoit threw his handkerchief in the corner of the carriage and leaned back in the chair.Along the way, Nibel was lying on the opposite chair. Since the carriage was not wide enough, his legs could only be aggrievedly bent, and his feet rested on the back of the carriage.Fortunately, the carriage was not that narrow, and he only had to bend his knees a little.Benoit suspected that Nibel would vomit because his head was knocked on the chair. Although the blanket was thick enough and there was no bump, but after all the patient—he sighed and sat down to put Nibel's head on his lap.

Nothing happened to Nibel during the rest of the journey, his eyes were still closed, and he seemed to be sleeping peacefully.It was getting late, and Benoit also felt sleepy, dozing off like a chicken pecking rice.He put one hand on Nibel's outer arm, half-arming him to prevent him from falling, and put the other hand on Nibel's eyes.

He didn't know why he did it, but he put his hand on it by accident.Nibel was very quiet at this moment, he could feel the slight bulge of the eyeball in the palm of his hand, and the tip of his nose was against the palm of his hand.

Even if the eyes were opened, they would not be able to see.He was looking forward to Nibel waking up, but he didn't want him to wake up so soon.Benoit organized languages ​​many times on the road and typed drafts many times, but he still didn’t know how to inform Nibel of his blindness.

Confused, he lowered his head slowly and fell asleep with his chin resting on the fur of his collar.