mud buddha

It was already dark when the carriage stopped in front of the castle, and Benoit moved a chair and sat at the door, holding a lamp and looking out.

"Why are you sitting outside?"

"Who told you to come back late. I could have just waited for a while, but now the food is cold."

"Are you in good health?" Nibel reached out to touch his forehead, and Benoit turned his head to one side:

"I thought you were going to stay in the city."

"No, because I was delayed by something." Nibel gently took Benoit's hand and shook it.

"You must have eaten in the city, right?"

"Mister said someone was waiting for him, and he didn't eat a single bite!" Charlie said casually as he pushed Nibel's wheelchair. "We went to the monastery, and the nuns said they would keep him for dinner, but the husband flatly refused."

"A monastery?" Benoit stood up, took Nibel's hand and walked towards the restaurant.

"Well, I have a maid who goes to school there."

"Oh, there was a girls' school there before, I've heard of it." Then, he asked casually, "Which maid?"

"You should have seen the one who was with me before."

Nibel felt that the hand holding him was exerting a little force: "It's really good for girls to read more books. I don't know who opened that school. It's a good thing."

"Indeed, the person who did this took the trouble."

"I think it should be funded by a successful lady, because men, most men don't think of this level. They don't expect women who study and go to school like men. Your maid just goes to school there? Didn't she become a nun or something ?”

"No, I don't think she's wearing a nun's clothes."

"That's good, being a nun must be very tiring." The two sat down at the dining table, and the servants brought out the hot dishes.

"Have you recovered from the fever so quickly?" Nibel was still worried.

"I don't know why, I rarely recovered so quickly before." Benoit looked at Nibel with his face in his hands. He was sitting on Nibel's left, his right hand was on the table, and his left hand stretched out to hold Nibel, from his right arm and thigh. It sticks out through the gap, which looks very awkward.

"Your physical fitness is much better now than before."

"A little bit——" Benoit rolled his eyes: "I've been recuperating for so many years, it's not as good as you have been with me for these two months."

Nibel was still worried, and touched Benoit's forehead again.He tacitly did not pull away the left hand that was tightly held by Benoit, but turned slightly towards Benoit, and touched his forehead with his right hand.

Benoit turned his head towards Nibel in a calm manner, and the knees of the two touched under the table.Benoit gently bumped Nibel's knee: "It's really healed."

"It seems that it is definitely not burning." Nibel withdrew his hand hesitantly, still worried for some reason.

"What doesn't seem to be the case, I said yes! How about I ask Dr. Sun to diagnose me now?"

"Let him take a look when he comes tomorrow. Eat quickly and take a good rest after eating."

Benoit bumped into Niebel's knee again, still holding him awkwardly with his left hand, and just finished eating like this.

In the evening Benoit moved back to the master bedroom.The small bed propped up in the master bedroom has never been slept in, and the double bed is big enough anyway, so Benoit has always slept with him.

As soon as he entered the room, Benoit lifted the quilt and rolled in: "It's a bit cold, I should ask them to prepare a heater and put it in."

With his back to Benoit, Nibel undressed and prepared to take a bath.Since Benoit had a fever, he didn't ask Benoit to help him.

At first Benoit could only see Nibel's forearm shaking slightly, which was that he was unbuttoning his chest.Slowly, Nibel's elbows began to stretch out, flapping the wings like a newborn bird, and the button was unbuttoned further and further down.Then Nibel rolled his shoulders back and took off his shirt.The butterfly bones on his back trembled, as if about to grow wings.

Like water, his gaze slid from Nibel's shoulders to his waist, and finally stopped lingeringly around his waist.

Nibel's waist was not particularly thin, but it was tight, reminiscent of something like milk pudding.

"Nibel, I saw something the other day."

"What?" Nibel didn't look back, and started to untie his belt.

"Waist chain. It's like a necklace, but it's worn on the waist instead of the neck. It's very beautiful."

"Do you like it?"

"I didn't like it very much at first, but I think it suits you very well, and I like it a little bit." He sat up from the bed and grabbed the quilt: "I'll buy you one!"

"That's what young girls wear."

Benoit got out of bed barefoot and put his arm around Nibel's waist from behind.He hugged tightly, grasping the right arm with his left hand, like pulling a lock ring tight.

"What's the matter?" Nibel's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he asked softly.

"It's nothing, I'll measure your size. It looks good when you wear it right." He let go of his hand after speaking, and then held his right arm with his left hand in front of Nibel, showing him: "Your waist has such a thin."

Nibel couldn't laugh or cry, seeing that he was barefoot, he urged him to get on the bed.

"I'm going to make one in these two days."

"How can a big man wear this? Others can't laugh at it."

"Others?" Benoit sat on the bed, his eyebrows frowned: "How can others see?"

"Why can't others see it when you wear it?"

"That one is worn under clothes. It looks good when you wear it naked, or with your back exposed. Its decorations are all on the back, just at the end of the spine."

Nibel took a good look at Benoit, but unfortunately he couldn't see clearly.Men are indeed born with lust, even Benoit who is ignorant of the world.

"Where did you read all this?"

Benoit blushed: "I happened to see it."

He asked again, "Are you still taking a bath?"

When Nibel closed the bathroom door, Benoit nestled under the quilt and covered his face, feeling that his thoughts just now were too unreserved.When hugging Nibel, he almost couldn't let go of his hand, and even wanted to squeeze it.

But Nibel's body was warm and elastic—he clenched his fists, opened them again, stared at his palms and began to think wildly.That mosquito-like buzzing sound appeared in his ears again: "What if we go further? What if we go further?"

Benoit sighed, stuck his head out of the quilt, listened to the sound of water in the bathroom, and sat up.

When Nibel came out of the shower, he saw Benoit writing and drawing on the table.

"Why did you come out again?" Nibel's body was covered with water vapor, and it felt cool in his nose.

"It's too early and I don't want to sleep." Benoit knew that Nibel couldn't see clearly, and he didn't cover it.

He was designing his own waist chain for Nibel.This is the first time he has drawn a picture, and it is so abstract that no one can understand it except him.

When he started to write, he only thought about the waist chain. As he drew, he thought of Nibel's waist, his shoulder blades, his arms, his eyes and mouth, and his smile.In the end, the waist chain was not designed, but the abstract Niebel took up several sheets of paper.

Nibel urged him to go to bed quickly, he folded and folded the paper, stuffed it in the drawer, turned off the light and trotted onto the bed.

It was dark in the room, but the eyes of the two were shining brightly.Nibel's eyes were blind, and he couldn't get it right.Benoit looked at them for a long time, feeling tired, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

--------------------

The biggest illusion every day: it will be over soon