mud buddha

Today Benoit's complexion looks better than the previous few days, at least the cheeks are rosy.He was sitting on the sofa, holding something in his hand. Nibel saw that it was a small stove.It's only October, and Benoit should be the No.1 heater in the country.

Seeing Nibel, Benoit put down the stove in his hand.It looks like a Chinese product, consisting of a furnace body and a furnace cover, like a small melon, made of blue-green enamel, covered with gold edges, two freehand fishes made of gold at both ends of the handle, and the handle is also inlaid with gold.The lid is hollowed out, with mandarin ducks and lotus carved.Niebel couldn't quite understand it, but the color made Benoit whiter.He stretched out his hand: "Mr. Guy, long time no see."

Benoit's eyes fell on Nibel's chin, and he lightly shook Nibel's hand and then let go: "It seems that I came by accident and disturbed Mr. Roswell's elegant mood."

Nibel rubbed his chin, he didn't have anything on his hands, but he guessed it was the lip marks left by Winnie.Benoit didn't continue to remind, and picked up the box on the coffee table.

"Mr. Roswell must not be short of money, so I have prepared a gift for you, please accept it."

Roswell was wiping his face with a handkerchief, and hurriedly shied away when he saw this, but Benoit had already picked up the stove and was about to leave.Nibel asked to stay, but Benoit refused with a smile, saying that the coachman was still waiting for him outside, and he would go to the clinic later: "I was delayed a few days ago because of physical reasons, otherwise I wouldn't be here now." just came."

This reason Nibel could not refuse.He couldn't stop a patient from seeing a doctor, so he had to watch Benoit's figure disappear outside the door.Nibel sighed and sat on the sofa, feeling that this person was really difficult to get in touch with.The gift was left on the coffee table. He wanted to ask someone to put it away, but he opened it after thinking about it.

Inside the box was a can of tea and banknotes neatly tied with rubber bands, which were much thicker than the book fees of the previous few days.There are square characters printed on the tea package, which is probably from China.Nibel doesn't know much about tea, but anyone who is an expert will know that it is Mengding nectar, which is hard to find in England.

As for the stack of banknotes, Nibel picked them up, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and also saw that Benoit had no interest in him, and did not want to owe him any favors.

The living room was empty, and Nibel called Basile to come out to put away the tea, and put the banknotes in Basile's pocket by the way.Basile almost jumped up, unwilling to ask for the money, until Nibel assumed the dignity of his master.

Nibel went upstairs after handing him the tea, and told Basile to go to his room when he was finished.When Basile entered, Nibel was sitting on the edge of the bed with a small open tin box by his hand.

Inside the iron box were some letters, a small flower that had withered for a long time, and a handkerchief with some brown marks on it.

Those letters came from Mrs. Mill, with beautiful handwriting and sweet words. Nibel knew what they were without reading. They were about words like love, miss, and some transcribed love poems.That flower was worn by Mrs. Mill's ear when Mrs. Mill came to visit. Nibel couldn't name it. Jane might have told him, but he didn't remember it.He touched it lightly, and the flower shattered completely.The handkerchief came from a date in a suburban forest.Nibel's horse was frightened while riding, and when he fell from the horse, he was injured. Mrs. Mill crouched in front of him and bandaged his wound with her handkerchief."Jane Roswell" was embroidered on the corner of the handkerchief, and he washed it himself when he brought it back, but the blood was not very clean.Nibel looked at the past between him and Jane, trying to recall his own mood and Jane's face at that time, but felt very vague.

The footsteps of Basile going up the stairs were heavy all the time. Nibel put away the iron box after he came in, and watched Basile squat down in front of him, showing his hair twirling. This kind of conscious behavior made Nibel feel a little better .Basile's narrow nose bridge and small chin can be seen from above, and Nibel is stroking Basile's hair like a puppy.

There is a simple collar in the drawer, with a thin black leather strap and an iron buckle in the middle.If you say it is an ornament, no one will doubt it.

Nibel was wearing slippers, and Basile stared at the purple uppers.He felt that Nibel was wearing something on himself, and a thin strap fell coolly around his neck.

"You're an orphan?" Nibel asked, sounding casual as he helped him put on his collar.

"Yes, sir."

"You don't have a last name?"

"No, sir."

Nibel fastened the collar on him deftly, and asked him who came up with the name.

"I overheard a couple discussing about naming their child, and I happened to hear this word. I thought it sounded good, so I took it as my own name. Are you dissatisfied?"

"So what if I'm not satisfied?" Nibel fiddled with the loose button with his fingers, admiring the slender neck in his hands.Blue blood vessels leaked out, and he pressed it lightly, feeling his pulse beating slightly.

"Then master can get me another one."

After not getting an answer for a long time, Basile couldn't help but look up, and heard Nibel snorted: "Don't cut it in the future, let it be long."

Nibel's upper moved, and Basile blinked.The feet in the slippers were sockless, with a protruding knuckle on each pale ankle.It wasn't until Nibel asked Basile to help him change clothes that Basile realized it and quickly got up from the ground.

Should he grow his hair long?Basile was distracted as he unbuttoned Nibel, whose hair now reached his shoulders.

Basile saw Winnie packing the next afternoon.Her face was pale, but her hands moved quickly.

"Where are you going?"

"I want you to manage."

"Then when are you coming back?"

Winnie didn't answer, she waved her hand and told him to go away.

In the evening Basile saw her again at the door.She still had a pale face, but her expression was relaxed.Seeing Basile, she actually smiled. Usually, she doesn't like everything about Basile.

Staring at the collar around Basile's neck, Winnie seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, just patted him on the shoulder and told him to take care.Basile watched Winnie turn and leave. She was wearing the simplest kind of long skirt, instead of the maid's apron and coat.

It wasn't until this day that Basile realized that Winnie's hair was very curly, and there were a few shallow wrinkles on her face, as if he had only seen what she looked like today.

"She's 32 years old."

Basile hurriedly turned around and found that Nibel was standing behind him, watching Winnie off.

"She has her own ideas." The black-haired man's mouth was slightly raised, his eyes were lowered, as if he was missing something.Winnie took care of him when he was a child, and always read books he didn't understand in the name of reading to him. At that time, Winnie was surprisingly quiet and gentle.

Nibel went up and closed the door, and sat down on the sofa somewhat dispirited.Basile said nothing, but stood by.Nibel was in a daze for a while, and suddenly remembered something, and asked Basile to brew the tea from yesterday.

The tea soup is very clear, green in the yellow, very gentle in the mouth, leaving a faint sweetness lingering at the root of the tongue.Nibel took sips until he finished the pot.Basile turned on the lamp more brightly, and watched Nibel drink his tea without saying a word.

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Benoit is an attack, and the heater refers to the brass cloisonné enamel flower pattern melon prismatic hand stove in Bo, Guangdong Province.