mud buddha

After the acupuncture and moxibustion was completed, Dr. Sun left, leaving the medicine for two people.Niebel put on his coat and went to the guest bedroom to find Benoit, who was lying on the bed.

"Benoit?" He sat down on the edge of the bed.The guest bedroom is a bit smaller than the master bedroom, but it has everything from a wardrobe to a dressing table, and the decoration is not inferior to the master bedroom.

There are a few conch shells on the cabinet, which are very clean. They should be taken care of every day. It seems that the sound of the sea tide can be made when the wind blows, if there is wind.

The windows were tightly shut, and purple silk curtains were hung from the ceiling and tied tightly around the head of the bed.The bed was a beech four-poster with a gray quilt covered in overlapping lace.Benoit lay in it, wearing a nightgown with tight cuffs around the neck, the neck was tightly wrapped by the collar of the nightgown, and the red hair was cushioned behind his head like seaweed.

He closed his eyes when Nibel sat down, wondering if he was awake.The round brass curlicues and carefully carved roses on the bedside rail glistened in the sunlight.

No one answered, Nibel just sat there and watched Benoit quietly.To him, Benoit was just a blurred patch of color, so he could only squint and squint.He managed to identify it accurately, and gently put his hand on Benoit's forehead, and found that this guy really had a severe fever, so he got up and planned to leave.

"What are you going for? Are you going?"

Benoit's voice was hoarse, as if his throat had been sanded.

"It's all like this, don't talk anymore." Nibel sighed, turned around and sat back: "I won't leave, I will stay with you."

"Aren't you angry anymore?" He half-opened his eyes and looked at Nibel, his eyes filled with mist.

After being silent for a while, Nibel nodded: "I wasn't angry at first... Sigh, let's not talk about it."

"Why didn't you say it?"

Nibel leaned forward and brought over the warm water prepared by the bed: "Drink water, don't talk about it."

"I'm going to tell."

"Drink first and then talk."

So Benoit was helped by Niebel to half sit up and leaned into his arms.

"I can't see clearly, can you hold it by yourself?"

"No, I don't have the strength."

Nibel didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked him what to do.

"You hold the cup and I'll drink it."

So in the end, Nibel tilted the cup slightly, and set up a posture under Benoit's guidance, and Benoit leaned over to take a sip of water.After drinking, because the angle of inclination was not enough, Benoit did not make a sound, like a kitten licking water, sticking out his tongue from between the two rows of fine white teeth to reach the bottom of the cup.

Nibel squinted his eyes. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could still see some of Benoit's little movements.He cleared his throat and put the glass back.

He savored the picture just now. Although his vision was as hazy as Monet's painting, his imagination immediately added luster to it, making the painting concrete, vivid and vivid.

"Get some rest, you have to take medicine after you finish your meal. If you have a fever, you have to sweat." Nibel said and was about to put Benoit down.

"Wait a minute." Benoit leaned on Nibel's shoulder, looked up at Nibel's chin: "Look here."

Niebel bowed his head, and Benoit told him to pull down his collar, and a slender collar was worn on his slender neck.Nibel had only seen this thing yesterday, and he could recognize it at a glance even if he couldn't see it clearly.

"Is it yours?" Benoit said calmly, even though he noticed that Nibel's hand was trembling slightly.

After a pause, Nibel nodded: "Yes."

"You fell on the stairs yesterday." Perhaps because of his fever, his tone was weak, and his words were a bit vague.

"Sorry." He stretched out his hand to explain to Benoit.

"Why do you apologize?" Benoit closed his eyes, turned his head and lay down on the bed, not letting Nibel move his hands: "When I was downstairs yesterday, someone came, didn't you?"

The wind whistled against the windows.

"You give him this."

"Ah."

"Who is he? Over the wall to find you, is it your friend, or... your old lover?"

Nibel was about to speak when he interrupted him. "But he gave this back to you, which means that you broke up unhappy."

"No, we didn't..."

"Nothing? Didn't break up badly, or is there no such relationship? I checked the information for a long time last night and read a lot of books. Ordinary relationships will not give this." Benoit spoke very hard, and his voice became more and more vague . "Am I too smart?"

"It's good to be smart, but I told him—"

"I don't care. Anyway, he doesn't want this, so you have nothing to do with him. He didn't want it." After a pause, he continued, "I'm crying, can you wipe my tears for me?"

"Ah, ah... good." Nibel tugged his sleeves and wiped carelessly, but very gently.

"You haven't given me anything like that. You've given me a book, and you've given me an umbrella, and that umbrella is broken, sorry."

"no need to say sorry."

"I was thinking yesterday, what kind of person would you send this kind of thing to? Thinking about it, I felt very annoying, and I wanted to punch you, and I wanted to find that person to beat him up. Thinking If only you could just look at me, isn't it a little selfish of me?"

Nibel said no.

"Do you think my words are nasty and disgusting now?"

"No." Nibel patted Benoit's shoulder: "I don't have that kind of relationship with him. I gave him this on a whim. I hadn't met you at that time. If I sent you, you deserve better. "

"I think this is fine."

Nibel was very helpless, and reached out to pick up Benoit's collar: "This is worn by others, and the style is very common. If it is for you, it should be new and unique."

"It doesn't matter if it's worn by others, or it's ordinary, but I don't have it." This time he didn't resist Nibel's action.

"You'll have it right away, and no one will ever have it again."

Benoit stared at Niebel until Niebel undid the collar around his neck. "I want the same."

"You mean the style?" Nibel put the collar on the bedside table casually, intending to throw it away later, "That won't work, this style won't work."

"Why not?"

"This one is rather special."

"I know, it's a collar."

"So I will give you something else, jewelry necklace or something, which matches you better."

"I said, I know what the collar means."

"You..." Nibel rubbed Yamane.

"You're mine. Right?"

"Ah? Do you mean the collar?"

"That's it."

"It's almost..."

"So I want to do the same. Didn't you tell me that you were mine that day? The day I went to see Snowdrops."

"That shouldn't be you wearing it."

"I'm going to wear it." Benoit got angry and covered his head with the cup.His face was very red, and he couldn't tell whether it was burning or shyness, and he said sullenly: "You must give me what I am satisfied with. If I am not satisfied, you are not allowed to leave."

He didn't raise his mouth until Nibel stammered that it was okay.

It seems that there is a reason why the recently serialized novels are popular!he thinks.This trick is really easy to use.