mud buddha

Nibel felt that the hand holding him was sweating slightly, and he felt a little hot.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, nothing." Benoit looked down at the snowdrops under his feet, and his fingers struggled slightly in Nibel's palm, like a wounded bird shaking its wings.

After a while, Nibel felt that his hand was let go, and something was stuffed in instead.This thing is no bigger than a palm, and you can touch the hard and small flower stalks. There are three petals scattered below, and three smaller ones are sandwiched inside, which is very soft to the touch.

"Snowdrop?" He held it in his hands instead, and turned to ask Benoit.

Benoit responded and pulled him to sit down.

"Aren't you afraid of being overwhelmed now?"

"Who cares about him?" Nibel couldn't help laughing when he heard him mutter.

"What are you laughing at! I can't even take care of myself now, and I'm not a Bodhisattva."

"Why aren't you?"

Benoit did not answer, but turned his head aside.When he saw Nibel now, his heart was pounding, as if it was about to fly out of his chest.Nibel sat beside him, gently stroking the flower with his hand.Relying on not being able to see from the opposite side, Benoit secretly leaned his head on his shoulder.

"What? Are you tired?"

"No! It's just an arm, not a head. Lend me for it."

Nibel laughed again, his shoulders trembled and hit Benoit's forehead.Benoit sat up straight again without saying a word, crossed his forearms and hugged his knees, and raised his face.It was still very bright now, and he kept looking up. The bright sun pierced his eyes and scalded a black spot in his vision, which made him burst into tears.

It was too close, and he could smell the fragrance of Nibel's hair, which was lathered and washed by himself.The sun was warming him, he lowered his head and leaned on the shoulder of the person next to him.

This time Nibel didn't smile, but straightened his back a little so that Benoit could sleep more comfortably.

Benoit saw below the hillside, not far away, three or two peasants walking together with hoes on their backs, followed by a few children playing and playing.After a while he saw several more dogs, lounging along the path.

"The sun is really big." Benoit said, unbuttoning his cloak and using his hand as a fan. "Tell me, why doesn't the dog run away?"

"Dogs? Maybe they didn't meet the bad guys."

"Do they run away when they meet bad guys?"

"Well, maybe they will run away when they meet their master."

"Then they haven't met their owners? I think they don't know each other."

"Then you have to see if their tails wag."

"It seems to be shaking," Benoit squinted his eyes: "Unfortunately, I can't see clearly."

"Pity."

The two chatted in such a mess, Benoit felt that his voice was very low, but Nibel's ears were almost deafened beside him.

Benoit thought to himself: I want to ask him what happened to me.He said: "This flower is not very fragrant."

"I think it's just right," Nibel said.

Benoit couldn't know what Nibel was thinking, and felt very depressed.He grabbed the blades of grass beside him and asked, "What kind of flowers do you like?"

"It's fine. I usually pay little attention to these things, and I'm not very interested."

Benoit pulled the leaves harder. He chewed that sentence repeatedly in his heart, disassembled and reassembled it upside down, and finally came to the conclusion that he was not very interested in you.

He stood up, held Nibel's elbow and said, "Let's go."

"gone back already?"

"Of course, what if it gets dark later."

Nibel didn't refuse anymore, and followed him.Benoit walked to the front of the wheelchair, looked at the two pairs of gloves on it and hesitated.

"Our gloves look so much alike that we can't tell them apart. I'll just give you a pair, and I'll give you this one."

"Okay." Nibel said kindly.Although he couldn't see it, he could feel something was wrong with Benoit's mood.

On the way back, Benoit did not take the initiative to speak again, but occasionally Nibel threw out a two-sentence question, and Benoit answered it as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly, Nibel's stomach growled.

"Ah, I forgot!" Benoit took out a bag of snacks from the small bag hanging behind the wheelchair, and said in an annoyed voice, "I forgot to eat the prepared snacks."

"It's not too late to eat now."

"It's all deformed!"

"The deformation won't affect the taste, and besides, I can't see it at all. Give me a taste."

"No. Not anyway."

"But I'm very hungry now."

After a long silence, a piece of shortbread was stuffed into Nibel's mouth.It wasn't unpalatable but it wasn't very delicious either. It was a very average piece of cake, but it was just enough to fill his stomach at this time.

"How is it?" Benoit put away the bag and hung it up.

"Well, it's okay."

The wheelchair paused subtly, and then quickly moved forward again.After walking a few steps, Benoit asked again:

"Is it just okay?"

Nibel felt bad.It seemed that Benoit probably made this dessert by himself, and his answer obviously did not satisfy him.Just as he was organizing his words and intending to answer again, Benoit quickened his pace: "Okay, don't talk, it's windy on the road."

It was almost dusk when we arrived at the castle, and the light at this time was very gentle, like the light from a burning stove at night.

"Master, Mr. Roswell, you came back in time. Look, the meal has just been prepared."

Because Nibel could not see, the food was placed in a specific position on the plate.

When he first came, he was fed by Benoit.But after all, Nibel is an adult man with arms and legs. Even if he lost his eyes, he didn't want to be fed as a baby, so he insisted on learning to eat by himself.He started with spooning mashed potatoes, and after three or four days he got used to it.

The plate is divided into clear sections. The lower right corner is the staple food, mainly mashed potatoes or oatmeal, and next to it are diced ham and steak. Small salads and fruits will be served after the meal.For a blind person who eats by himself, this can be said to be very caring, but it does not prevent Nibel from feeling proud.

This time he was preparing to eat with a spoon as usual, but suddenly he heard the maid ask, "Master, why don't you eat?"

"I'm not very hungry."

"Didn't you take these snacks out in the morning? You just—" Apparently her words were stopped by Benoit.

Benoit stared at the maid, blushing violently, mouthing her to back off.

"Mr. Guy, I dare not live up to your kindness. Since you made this, please give me all of it." Nibel put down the spoon, frowning.

"Just eat your food, don't worry about me."

Nibel still didn't move, Benoit looked into his dull eyes, and sighed: "Forget it, let's eat and eat."

A peasant woman stood by the bed, lifted the mattress with a candle, and counted the banknotes before going to bed, blowing out the candle and putting it on the bed.

"George, we must find the man quickly and return the money. As long as the money is with me, my heart is restless."

The chubby figure on the bed turned his lower body: "We have been looking for it for so long, did we go in the wrong direction?"

"Didn't you say you saw them go that way?"

"Yes, but the road forked at a junction. We only went to one side when we went last time."

"If it wasn't for an accident, we could still search in both directions before the snow falls."

George sat up from the bed: "I don't think they're short of money, or they wouldn't have paid it back. In order to make up the money, we bought the only remaining pig and the old hen that laid eggs— —The child should go to school this year, and the tuition fee has not been settled yet.”

The woman frowned and lay down, telling the man to shut up.

The moon hangs in the sky, shining desertedly on this small courtyard.The fence in the small courtyard was empty, and the hoe leaning against the gate of the fence also had rust spots.A woman lying in the room next to the farmer, with her empty swaddles in her arms, stared at the ceiling with open eyes.If you look closely, you can see a tear hanging in the corner of her eye, like a small glass bead.

The Georges discovered the woman who called herself Charlotte Linton a week before it snowed.She was unconscious by then, passed out in the woods beside the field.George and some farmers carried her back to the village, and his wife Amy discovered that the woman was pregnant.

Amy tidied up a room and put her in it. When she first woke up, she could hardly speak, and she was about to kneel while holding Amy's hand.

"No, no!" Amy quickly helped her up: "You are too weak now, you have to be careful of the child in your belly!"

The woman was pale, and slipped to the ground when she heard that sentence.

"What child?"

"You don't know? You're already pregnant, and you've been pregnant for about two months."

Not only did the woman not have the joy of being a first-time mother, but she became even more panicked: "No, no. This is not my child, this is not my child!" After finishing speaking, she passed out.

After waking up again, she stopped talking except for introducing her name.After some time off she even started helping the Georges.Although her fingers are delicate and she doesn't have much strength, she is serious about helping.In the snowy weather, the Georges drove her into the room, and she sat in the kitchen helping to wash the rice and cut the meat.

The Georges were also happy to see her getting better every day, and Amy even started to prepare swaddles and quilts for the unborn baby.

It wasn't until Charlotte fell on the snow that day, her legs twitched, and the blood between her legs fell on the ground, like red beans falling on white paper, that the Georges realized what she was doing, and they finally got paid wish.

Charlotte was bleeding so badly that the two had to drive a bullock cart through heavy snow to the hospital in the city.The old cow was about to retire, and was frozen to death in the snow that night.After finally rushing to the hospital in the city, she was treated and prescribed medicine and hospitalized. After half a month of tossing around, Charlotte got better after seeing spring came.

Knowing that Charlotte had no money, the two of them didn't say anything, they took out the fifty pounds, and pooled together the money to pay her medical expenses in advance.

As soon as Charlotte recovered from her illness, she cried and knelt down again, shouting to recognize George and his wife as parents.

That was the first time the Georges had heard her talk so much. "My parents have passed away, and I have no one to rely on in this world... I can work for you, take care of you, support you in the future, let me accompany you! Otherwise, my conscience is really disturbed!"

Her thin body trembled on the ground, and her forehead was bruised.Amy sighed and helped her up:

"You have nowhere to go. It's okay for us to treat you as a daughter. You don't need to recognize us as parents, you don't need it." Knowing that she was stupid, she stomped her feet several times and repeated: "No need !"

George mentioned that she would be sent to the convent, and Amy couldn't bear to look at Charlotte who was crying silently: "Let her live with us, I think she is also a hardworking girl, and she can help take care of our Tom."