mud buddha

It was already late at night when Benoit and the others arrived at the castle.The servants have cleaned the place, lit the stove in the hall, and prepared hot porridge, which was placed on the dining table.

They reserved a separate room for Nibel, but Benoit thought about it and asked them to build another bed in their room and put Nibel in their own room.The servants carried Nibel upstairs, and Benoit followed behind and watched step by step.

"Master, go down and have some hot porridge first, or you will have a stomachache again tonight." The maid walked behind him holding her skirt.

Benoit shook his head: "It's okay, I'll go down later and send him there first." He was afraid that if Nibel suddenly woke up in the guest room, it would be inconvenient for no one around him.

"The bed will have to wait a while before it can be set up, young master." said the boy who was carrying a few legs of the bed.He is tall and thin, his eyes are always rolling quickly, and he looks very clever. "Why don't you just move the bed in the guest room?"

"Where can there be two double beds in the young master's room?" The maid behind him gave him a push.

"Then put it on my bed first." Benoit thought it was no big deal.

"Here, where do you sleep at night?"

"Couldn't your bed be kept up all night?" He closed his neckline.

This castle is where Benoit lived as a child.The second floor is his room, which has a large bookshelf that occupies the entire wall, facing a screen.Behind the screen is a double bed with a bed curtain, accompanied by a wooden three-layer bedside table with an oil lamp on it.

A desk was placed under the window against the wall on the left, which was wiped clean, and a vertical wardrobe with double doors was placed beside it.On the wall next to the bed is a portrait of a boy with a poodle in his arms, with the words "friends forever."

It is adjacent to a farm. Looking out of the window, it is divided into pieces of fields. The endless grassland in the distance has become very pale. At this time, it is yellow with the unique yellow of the field in winter, connecting with the night sky.

Benoit watched Nibel being put on his bed, asked a servant to wipe his hands and feet, and went downstairs by himself.

There were two bowls of oatmeal on the table, with some chopped nuts sprinkled on top.Guy and his wife should have gone to bed. They moved to the city because of business. This time they returned to Psyche because they couldn’t find a suitable house for the time being. Second, they were worried about their son’s health and Nibel. have to go back.

And this oatmeal should be made by Mrs. Guy. After making two bowls, she might think that Nibel might wake up.During this period of time, every time I cook, I have to prepare one more person at home, and the kitchen often has a bowl of porridge hot, so that at least Nibel can eat warm food when he wakes up.

Nibel's injury was not vital, but the burn mark on his neck was conspicuous, like a cloth covering it.

Benoit helped while Dr. Mill bandaged the wound with gauze.He didn't dare to look at it after one glance, and felt that his neck was aching, but he forced himself not to turn his head, staring at the dark red flesh until his footsteps were a little unsteady, and even his eyes were spinning.

What happened to that kiss?And what did he do when he confronted him upstairs?

Benoit sat at the table, stirring the porridge in the bowl with a spoon.He felt that the few days after the fire passed quickly, and that steaming kiss seemed to be yesterday.The events of that day had made a deep rut in his life which was as flat as a field, as if a huge stone had punched a deep hole in the ground.

He thought hard about how to deal with Nibel who woke up.

Should I say "Hello" first?This seems a little too rusty and not sincere enough.Nibel is his savior, and he should be very warm to him.Should I say "Mr. Roswell, thank you very much", which seems a bit too false and exaggerated, or should I say: "Great, Mr. Roswell, you are awake!"?This is too ordinary, not to mention that Nibel's situation is obviously not worthy of much joy.He searched his brains to find some good words and sentences, but they were either too simple or too gorgeous, and neither seemed suitable.

He wanted to face Nibel in the same way as a friend, but found that he had no friends at all before, and even Nibel was a close person in his boring life.And Nibel's kiss changed everything, just like dropping a drop of paint into the water, the bottle of water will never be the same again.

Benoit poured the half-cold porridge into his mouth, but he choked hard and coughed for a long time. The maids hurried up to bring him water and pat him on the back.He was about to cough out his brain, clutching his collar, and actually felt a little bit complaining to Nibel—if it wasn't for him, how could he be choking like this!

After such a toss, the sky is already bright.After Benoit finished his porridge, he went to the room, and saw that the servant had built a small bed next to his bed, and Nibel was moved up and curled up on it.Thinking that this person probably didn't want to wake up in such a wronged place, and didn't want him to feel that Guy's family had treated him badly, Benoit dragged him back to his bed with great effort, and then pulled him from the closet. He found a quilt and lay down on the small bed by himself.

The sun climbed higher and higher, and the room was now in a hazy light.Benoit heard the faint chirping of birds outside, and stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, feeling that the bed under him was narrow and small, and it was difficult to even turn over, which was very uncomfortable.The quilt on his body may have been placed for a long time. Although it was clean, it had a faint musty smell, mixed with his usual incense.

Fortunately, Nibel did not sleep in this bed.he thinks.

After staying up for a while, he found that sleepiness didn't mean to visit him at all. Benoit got up from the bed and sat next to Nibel, intending to watch over him for a while.

What if he woke up immediately?A newly blind person cannot be alone.Nibel, who was in a coma, became a kind of responsibility, which fell on his shoulders, and he had the responsibility to carry it well.

He is already familiar with the matter of quietly guarding the other party like this.Sometimes he would sit by the side with a book, read it and wait.Benoit took this opportunity to finish reading a novel that he had been unable to read before.Sometimes he would do nothing but watch Nibel lost in thought.Look at his closed eyes, the gauze around his neck, his slightly undulating chest, and his quietly curled fingers.

He found a particularly obvious blue vein on Nibel's neck, a small mole near the inside of the left collarbone, and a blood vessel on the back of his right hand that looked like a small heart.

At this time, the room was still very dark, and Nibel's hair was scattered on the pillow, and the neckline was a little crooked because of Benoit's rough half-dragging and half-hugging, just revealing the small mole on the collarbone.His eyes are tightly closed, his eyebrows are stretched, and his lips are like the hazy silhouette of two rolling hills.

After Benoit met him for the first time, he took his name to inquire, and there were many rumors that he was promiscuous.

Men said he was business-minded, warm and generous; women said he was ruthless, who played with you and dumped you.But some men said he was weird because he never went to brothels.Those men said with weird expressions: "I thought he was so chaste, but I actually think it's not clean there, and I'm afraid of getting sick! Every time I ask him to go, I'm very disappointed."

Some women told him that Nibel was a vegetarian and sometimes played with beautiful men.They stared at him as they said this, with delicate eyes.Thinking of him paying for the books for himself, he wondered if the other party was plotting something wrong.But he also felt that the rumors were unreliable, and he shouldn't think so about a person who had generously helped him.

Originally, when visiting other people's homes, he had to post posts in advance, but his parents usually wouldn't let him run around, so he could only find opportunities to sneak away.The last time he went out, it was because he sneaked out that he didn't bring enough money.When he went to Roswell's house, he also ran out while his parents were away and the maid was drying the clothes.

He sat on the sofa downstairs and waited for a long time, and Nibel came down in a decent appearance, and he had been hanging out with women early in the morning, with rouge on his face.He felt that this person was very unreliable, and the rumors were probably true.

Benoit studied since he was a child, yearning for pure and flawless love.He believes that there is someone who will have mutual affection with him, like being poisoned, love to death, vigorously, and pull him out of that bitter world full of medicine.

They will hold hands and walk down the hall of marriage, waking up in each other's arms every morning until one day they die in each other's arms.When he was about to die, his lover would hug him tightly and put a last kiss on his hair—he had no one to accompany him when he was a child, and he could only rely on the future savior in his fantasy to live.

Later he got a dog.The puppy is obedient and smart. His daily activities changed from sleeping, eating, taking medicine and reading to walking the dog and reading.

The curly-haired puppy loves to be coquettish, and always leans into his arms with a warm body.Every time I take a walk, I grab his trousers and hug him within a few steps.But it died of illness within a few years.Little Benoit held it and cried all night.During that month, he almost cried out all the water in his body, and fell ill in a groggy state.

After that he gave up his fantasies of love and marriage.Losing his lover was more painful than he imagined, and he didn't want that non-existent person to cry like him, and his heart was pierced like a knife.If you really love someone, you should increase her happiness and keep her away from all pain.

Nibel's way of dealing with love is really absurd. He tried not to think about those affairs, but those thoughts went straight into his head.

Those nagging thoughts from the third time he saw Nibel returned and overwhelmed his thoughts.He had been trying on clothes for hours.The tailor used to work at his house and knew him very well, so he was always chatty.At this moment, Nibel walked in, looking not in good spirits.

Facing this person who was obviously not very familiar with him but had always been entrenched in his mind, he couldn't help but speak a little bluntly.But the other party was not angry. Instead, he laughed and answered him gently. He accidentally pushed his nose on his face.When I realized it again, I and the other party were already sitting in the restaurant for dinner.

Nibel called a car for him again, hugged him again, and sent him downstairs. He was a little uneasy, wondering if this counted as making a friend.He felt that this friend didn't agree with his three views, and the book said that such a person was not suitable for his strengths, but Nibel seemed to be different from what others said. He was very kind to him, and it was very comfortable to stay with him.Moreover, the other party was handsome, and his eyes were brighter than the moonlight when looking at him. It seemed reasonable that such a charming gentleman would have so many affairs.

He realized that he was actually making excuses for Nibel's behavior, and felt that his moral character had been corrupted, and that he had run counter to the books he had read before, and when the quilt was covered, he sulked.That night he caught a severe cold and recuperated at home for nearly a month.

It's like a log falling from a mountain without stopping halfway.While accusing himself of sympathizing with the emotional liar, he couldn't help but recall the meeting in the neighboring city, coveting that little company, that short hug, and that short "friend".

His face was burning red, and for a while Nibel was walking in front of him to protect him from the wind, and for a while Nibel got down from the carriage and hugged him in the wind.He was like a poor moth, asking for a little warmth from that playboy from that little memory.

The room became brighter and brighter, Nibel's face became clearer, and Benoit reached out to straighten his collar.The lips that were chapped and chapped due to lack of water were exposed to the air, and suddenly moved.