mud buddha

It was almost noon, and the shops on the street were basically open for business. There were a lot of people, and a carriage was driven by two coachmen, walking slowly.If you look closely, you will find that only one of the two coachmen is working seriously, and the other is just sitting on the horse and distracted.

"Benoit?" Nibel sat on the carriage, looked at Benoit leaning on the other side, and pulled his sleeve.

Seeing Nibel's hand approaching, Benoit immediately raised his hand and began to pretend to comb his hair.

"Don't be angry, Benoit."

"I said I'm not angry."

"Then why are you so far away from me?"

"If you get too close, the air is so thin that I can't breathe."

Although it felt inappropriate, Nibel still leaned back in his chair and laughed.He had tried his best to hold back, but Benoit was obviously even more dissatisfied when he heard the laughter, and turned his head out of the window.

There was a lot of people outside the window, and the sound of hoofs and wheels rolling over the ground became indistinguishable.Benoit opened the curtains a little and watched the people coming and going outside.On the side of the road, there are some women with their hair tied up, carrying small baskets covered with white cloth.There are also a few men wearing Indian hats, pushing a cart to sell pancakes.

The carriage didn't go very fast, so Benoit could see how the man made the pancakes.The Indian first scooped up the batter with a ladle, poured it on the pot, and then quickly turned the pot in his hand, and soon the batter turned into a thin cake.Benoit thought this looked quite simple, and thought that he could try it next time. Nibel's eyes are not so good, and eating cakes is also very convenient.

Thinking of this, he became irritable again, and felt that he was really stupid for thinking about spreading pancakes for Nibel.He flung the curtain, but felt the carriage stop.The carriage shook slightly, and Nibel bent over and walked towards him.The carriage was not very high, and he had to bend slightly when he stood up, otherwise he would hit his head.

Benoit wanted to ask him what he was doing, but he held back.He pulled his legs aside and told Nibel to get out of the car.

"Aren't you asking me what I'm doing when I get out of the car?"

"You can do whatever you want." Benoit looked away.

"Okay." Nibel shrugged, turned and left.

The carriage of Guyi's family has always been very luxurious and eye-catching. At this time, it stopped at the corner of the street, and the pedestrians passing by were all discussing it.Benoit leaned back in his chair, squinting his eyes.

He didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment. This emotion was so strange that he had read so many books but still didn't know how to express it.It is very common for a person to be confused, but how to describe a person's thoughts is a real test.

If he was angry, maybe he was a little bit, but he was not that angry.He didn't know the relationship between Mrs. Mill and Nibel before, but today Nibel's attitude towards her portrait was so strange that he couldn't help but speculate and suspect.He was angry that Nibel didn't tell him, and felt that Nibel didn't have to tell him.

He already knew that Nibel had so many romantic affairs, but it still made him feel very uncomfortable to face it so directly. He felt that his brain seemed to be a little rusty, and it was very difficult to turn. Only the aspect about Nibel was oiled. , thinking nonstop for a moment.

What is the relationship between Mrs. Mill and Nibel?What was his relationship with Nibel?Benoit couldn't tell.What was the difference between him and Mrs Mill?What started out as just jealousy has turned into panic.Benoit felt that he hated Mrs. Mill very much at this moment, but Mrs. Mill's experience was so miserable, but he didn't sympathize with her, but resented her, which made his conscience extremely painful.

Perhaps Nibel should be hated the most, but when he thinks of Nibel, he feels that his heart is extraordinarily soft, and he has nowhere to pierce the sting of defense.Or, it's just that those poisonous stingers were aimed not at Nibel, but at himself.

He began to recall the days and nights he spent with Nibel again, restoring what Nibel had said sentence by sentence, pondering over every word in it.He is eager to prove whether Nibel loves him or not, whether there are vows like those in the novel, and whether there are sweet words like in the drama.

No, neither.

But if it is not love, why did Nibel rush to the fire to save him?Again he tried to convince himself that Nibel was in love.But doubts about your lover will more or less alienate your feelings.

Nibel opened the door of the carriage and saw Benoit with his eyes closed and his head leaning on the back of the chair.He was holding a burrito in his hand, wrapped in oiled paper, hot and steaming.

"I didn't bring any money when I got out of the car. Luckily, your driver did." He thought of Charlie in his driver's clothes. When he saw him, he panicked and offered to help him pay for the burritos. "You have to remember to return it when you go back."

Seeing that Benoit still didn't speak, he stuffed the burrito into Benoit's hand: "Aren't you dizzy at Adam's place? It will take a while to get back to Psyche, so you should eat some first."

Benoit opened his eyes and looked at him.Nibel stood outside the carriage, and Benoit had to look up to meet his eyes.There was no expression on his face, but it seemed that Nibel's brief departure just now accelerated his decline. His lips were pale, but his face was red, and his eyes were a little dull. He looked like he had been trampled on the muddy ground. petal.

"Thank you, Nibel." Benoit slowly removed the oil paper and let Nibel get into the car.

"What's wrong with you, Benoit, what's wrong? Let's go to the hospital now."

"I'm not sick," Benoit answered him.He took small bites of the burrito at first, but soon he was biting with his mouth wide open, stuffing his mouth full and swallowing hard.He lowered his head and chewed, a huge teardrop ran across the bridge of his nose, and fell from the tip of his nose onto the cake.

"What's the matter with you?" Nibel was anxious, and grabbed Benoit's wrist. Benoit was choked and coughed, and Nibel took the cake, held it in his hand, and wrapped his arms around Benoit. Another hand patted his back.

Nibel pulled the curtains aside and shouted to the coachman, "Go to the hospital!"

The carriage turned around.Benoit managed to swallow the cake in his mouth, and opened the curtain again: "Don't go! Go back! I want to go home!"

Nibel pressed Benoit: "Don't lose your temper, let's go to the hospital."

"I don't need it, I'm not sick." Benoit opened his hand.

"It's not that you're sick, let's go check it out."

"I said I don't need it," Benoit shouted again impatiently: "Turn around and go back!"

So the carriage turned another corner and returned to the original direction.Nibel hugged Benoit and patted him on the back slowly.

"Have you had enough?" Nibel asked him.

"full."

So Nibel naturally stuffed the remaining burrito into his mouth and crumpled the greased paper into a ball.

Seeing his movements, Benoit started to cry again, two tears slid down his flushed cheeks and flowed all the way to his small chin.His eyelids turned pale pink, and his eyelashes were wet and clumped together, as if he had used a woman's inferior mascara.

"What's the matter, Benoit. Tell me. Are you suspicious of me and Mrs. Mill? We did have a time—"

"You not only had a relationship, but also a child." Benoit pointed out to him, sobbing.

"Actually, I don't know how this child came about." Nibel frowned: "Tom said she was two months pregnant at the end of November, but I had almost no contact with her in October, and She went to convalescent with Mr Mill in September, and I didn't see her."

Benoit sneered: "Don't excuse yourself, I didn't know you were such a person who didn't want to take responsibility."

Nibel was stunned, leaned back a little, and fell silent.Benoit also closed his eyes again and leaned his head on the back of the chair.He pursed his lips tightly, put his hands on his lower abdomen, and remained motionless.

After leaving the main road in the city, people instantly became scarce.In the setting sun, on the small road in the country, the carriage speeded up, ran over the gravel road, crushed the stones and fallen leaves on the ground, and ran wildly all the way.

Although Nibel didn't speak again, he kept staring out of the window until he was almost at the Georges' house.

"Stop the car," Nibel said.

The carriage gradually stopped, and he patted Benoit on the shoulder: "I know you are not asleep."

Benoit opened his eyes and looked at him.Nibel was relieved when he saw this, as long as Benoit was willing to talk to him.But he also knew that Benoit had always been soft-hearted and would definitely not ignore him.

The two got out of the car, and there were footsteps coming from the house of George and his wife. There was a woman washing clothes in the yard, and Nibel knocked on the door.

"Come on!" The woman in the yard stood up, wiped her hands on her apron, and trotted to the door.

Nibel sized up the woman in front of him. Although he couldn't see the facial features clearly, he knew that this was Mrs. Mir.She was wearing the coarse cloth skirt most often worn by peasants in the country, with an apron around her waist and two large pockets on the apron.Her figure has become a little rounder, no longer as thin as a piece of paper, and she looks much healthier.

"Hello." Nibel nodded.

Mrs. Mill didn't show much surprise when she saw the two, and asked him through the door: "Are you here?"

"You already expected it."

"I didn't expect it to be so long." She looked a little regretful.

"If nothing happened to my eyes, I should have found you long ago."

"Things are fickle, but to be honest, I'm very happy to see you like this. The only pity is that you didn't really go completely blind."

"What's your relationship with Basile?" Nibel didn't want to continue talking nonsense with her.

"Basile?"

Nibel squinted at her: "Don't be stupid, he is the owner of the Thrush Hotel, right?"

Mrs. Mill opened the door, walked out, looked at Nibel: "Why tell you?"

"Because you want me to know."

"What did you say?"

"I met a little girl named Emily. Although the process was very coincidental, I believe it is not entirely a coincidence."

"What Emily?" Mrs. Mill began to play dumb again.

"She said that she found out about you and the owner of the Thrush Hotel in your diary, and she happens to be able to paint, and the painting is very good, so that everyone who has seen the painting can recognize you. I didn't doubt it at first, but —I never heard of your habit of keeping a diary, Mrs. Mill."

"so what?"

"Who is a decent person to keep a diary? I'm afraid you just want her to see it."

Mrs. Mir swallowed: "You have a rich imagination."

"But this is not important at the moment. I want to know who the child you lost belongs to."

"Huh?" Mrs. Mill was a little puzzled by the sudden change of topic, and her expression was a little stiff.

"Although this is not a critical issue, if it is not resolved, it will be very difficult for me." Nibel didn't go to see Benoit, but Benoit felt that he was being stared at by him, and couldn't help touching it. Touch your nose.

"It's not yours anyway." Mrs. Mill rolled her eyes.

"Thank you for your answer," Nibel laughed with relief, "Thank you very much."

Mrs. Mill said nothing, and he was silent for a moment.The sound of cooking came from George's kitchen, and black smoke rose from the chimney.

"Okay, I have to help, I haven't finished washing my clothes yet."

Nibel nodded: "Goodbye, Mrs. Mill."

"Call me Linton."

Nibel was stunned: "Goodbye, Mrs. Linton."

"Stop talking about it." Charlotte turned and went back to the yard.Nibel took two steps forward: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Linton. I'm sorry, if I helped you then—"

Charlotte turned around and closed the door, as if she hadn't heard it.The door latch closed with a snap, and she smiled: "Don't say it's useless, Mr. Roswell."