mud buddha

The doorman of the Thrush Hotel raised his head from the small gate booth, stretched out his ears, and squinted his eyes to look out.There was the sound of rolling wheels in the distance, and the horseshoes hit the ground and rattled.Soon the carriage stopped at the door, and when the door opened, two people came down.

Charlie and the coachman waited for the attendant to drive the coach. It was already dark and it was raining a little.Benoit took off his coat and spread it on the heads of the two.

"If I had known it would be cloudy, I would have brought an umbrella." Benoit muttered.

"There are some things that no one can expect." Nibel also went to support the coat on top of his head, and the forearms of the two touched together: "Can your coat be exposed to rain?"

"Such a little rain should be fine."

"In general, we may have to run." Nibel said, but he didn't mean to speed up his pace at all.Neither did Benoit. The two felt the temperature from each other and walked towards the hotel like a walk.

When he entered the hall, Benoit's coat was wet with a thin layer, and a layer of water fell off when he shook it.

"Won't it shrink after drying?"

"Probably not." Benoit didn't even frown, he rolled up his coat casually and put it under his arm.

When Nibel passed the counter, he remembered that he didn't have the key with him, so he turned and went back to the counter:

"Hello, Key of Hermes."

Standing behind the counter was a boy wearing a white shirt and black trousers. The shirt was too baggy, and the shoulder line was about to fall to his elbows. His cuffs were rolled up several times before his fingers were exposed. He had brown hair and looked at Nibel with cautious eyes.As soon as Nibel asked, his shoulders seemed to be pushed back by someone, and he stood up straighter, smiling politely, asking Nibel to wait.

After searching for a while, he raised his head nervously: "Sir, may I ask who you are?"

"Nibel Roswell."

"Sir, here we show that Hermes has been booked..."

"What?" Nibel raised his hand and propped it on the counter table: "Who ordered it?"

"Uh, Mr. Guy is registered on it—oh, I'm sorry! I can't disclose this!" The boy shut his mouth abruptly and looked around.

At this time Benoit was waiting not far away, staring at Nibel without blinking, as if he was afraid that something would happen to him.

"Benoit, come and see this."

"What?" He came over. "This coat wets my sweater—"

"Who told you to hold him there?" Nibel shook his head helplessly, leaned into his ear and asked him what was going on.

"I haven't booked a room here. Usually I live in an ordinary room, which is more interesting than a private room. After all, a private room is no different from being at home."

"Go and ask."

Benoit knocked on the counter: "Hi, I'm Benoit Guy. You just said that Hermes was set by Guy?"

"Mr. Guy?" The boy looked very embarrassed: "This..."

"Go and call your manager," said Benoit.

The boy nodded, relieved, and trotted into the inner room.Presently the manager came out, rubbing his hands with big gold rings on them, followed by Tom.

He was very fat, with a stomach that looked like he was pregnant in October, and he could almost burst the thin woolen sweater he was wearing.Benoit saw the big belly at first glance, and the place stretched the original gray woolen sweater into a light color.But what didn't match the big belly was the manager's too small head. He also had a goatee and looked like a mouse.

"Master Guy!" The manager pulled his beard and walked over quickly.

"Hello, Mr. Cornell." Benoit smiled politely.

Kangnai looked at Benoit, smiled and said "hey", like a kettle.Then he turned his head to look at Nibel: "Here, Mr. Roswell, long time no see."

"Well, it's been a long time."

Benoit waited for the two to finish their greetings: "Mr. Cornell, the young man at the front desk just said that Guy ordered Hermes. What's going on? Could it be my father?"

"Hermes?" Kang Nai frowned, and went over to look through the records: "The one registered above is Ruixi Guy, isn't it your relative?"

"Ruixi?"

"Adam was on duty that day. I don't know too well. Maybe you can ask him."

"When is he on duty?"

"He resigned a few days ago," Kang Nai stroked his beard again, pointing to the boy behind the counter: "But Tom knows where he lives."

"Tom? That kid just now?"

"Yes, they have a good relationship."

"He is quite young, why did he start working?" Benoit asked.

"He told me that he was 14 years old, although he didn't look like it. I said I wouldn't recruit him, and he just refused to leave."

"He looks at most eleven or twelve. He should be in school at this age."

Kang Nai sighed: "every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and I can't say anything. It happened that Adam resigned, and I was short of people, so I asked him to help. This is an idle job, and children can't be tired go."

Benoit nodded and called Tom over: "Tom, can you take us to find Adam?"

Tom turned to look at Kangnai, Kangnai nodded to him, Tom turned around again: "Yes."

Seeing that Tom was about to go out, Benoit called him: "We will go tomorrow, is there any room available?"

"It's gone here. There should be ordinary suites, just in the next building." Tom returned to the counter and flipped through the book.

"Okay, let's rest for the night first, see you tomorrow, Tom." Benoit shook off his coat again: "Goodbye, Mr. Cornell."

"Wait, Mr. Guy!" Kang Nai trotted back to the room, his stomach and beard trembling: "Take the umbrella!"

The ordinary suite is not as luxurious as the private room, but the decoration is also good, with a living room, a bedroom and a bathroom.

Benoit shook the water on the umbrella and turned on the light.

"Rest early, Nibel, I'm afraid your eyes won't bear it."

Nibel took Benoit's coat, stood beside Benoit, and nodded.

"Why don't you talk?" Benoit took the coat: "In a bad mood?"

"No." Nibel shook his head: "It's a bit embarrassing."

"No way." Benoit pulled him to sit on the sofa and threw the coat aside.Nibel stood up again and found a hanger to help Benoit hang up his coat.

"Who do you think that person is?" Benoit looked at Nibel's back.

"I don't know, but I think it's probably Basile."

"why?"

"He looks a bit like you, with red hair and yellow eyes. I still remember when the farmer asked you if you had any younger brothers in Psyche. I suspect that I may have met him."

"I don't have a younger brother." Benoit untied his hair and let it loose behind his head. He patted the place beside him and motioned Nibel to sit down quickly: "Does he look like me?"

As the saying goes, looking at a beautiful woman under the lamp, the more you look at it, the more energetic you will be.Under the soft light of the living room, Benoit's face looks smaller and his chin is sharper.There is no other face in the world that can be more perfect than this one, with a nose like a gall, lips like red vermilion, and the shadow of eyelashes makes him look hesitant to speak.

Nibel was sitting next to him, very close to his face, even though his vision was a bit blurred, he was still speechless in amazement.

The collar covered half of Benoit's neck, Nibel looked at the dark color block cast by the raised collar on his neck, and seemed to see his beautifully shaped collarbone.He thought of the collar that had been left at Henry's place, and felt pity from the bottom of his heart.

There was only the sound of breathing in the room, and Nibel could hear his own heartbeat amplified in his ears, like a drum beating on his eardrums.He also heard himself replying to Benoit: "Not at all. Just a similar hair color."

Benoit caught his breath and looked at him with half-closed eyelids.Nibel's eyes were clear and transparent, like two crystals.

The breaths of the two are intertwined, the elder's is trembling, long and gentle, while the younger's is slightly hasty and restless.In this inseparable breath, the affection is getting longer and longer, expanding continuously, exuding heat, making the faces of the two of them more and more red.Benoit was a little fidgeting, fingers clasped on the sofa.

Nibel raised his hand, held Benoit's head to his side, then raised his head and kissed the tip of Benoit's nose.

"I think of something disappointing." Benoit's face was hot, and he stuck it with the back of his hand.

"what?"

"Charlie and the others don't seem to have a place to live."

Nibel laughed, sniffing at Benoit's right eye, the air flow was very slight, but Benoit couldn't help closing his eyes.

"Then what should we do? Let them sleep on the street."

"This is not good." Benoit frowned.

"Don't worry, Huamei has a special servant's room, and they should have already moved in by now."

"Oh, oh, good, the maid's room is also good."

"You didn't bring anyone with you before?"

"I used to be normal." Benoit's ruddy eyelids drooped: "I usually sneak out by myself."

Nibel narrowed his eyes and looked at Benoit carefully, but did not make a sound.Then Nibel leaned forward and kissed him delicately.First is the full forehead, down to the brow bone, thick eyebrows raised up, and deep eye sockets.Benoit's eyes were tightly closed, and his eyelashes trembled under Nibel's lips, like a chick with fine feathers fluttering its wings, making his lips itchy.

It's funny, Niebel thought, that the eyes of the invisible are open, while the eyes of the seeing are closed.