mud buddha

Another spring, the pear blossoms are embellished in emerald green leaves, emitting a lazy sweet aroma.

"Would you like me to bring the meringue?" Benoit stood in the kitchen with his hair tied high, his back to Nibel.

"Can we really eat so much?" Nibel shook the paper bag in his hand helplessly. It was filled with egg bakes, cupcakes, macarons, and half a piece of mille-feuille.

"Why don't you bring it...I made it with great difficulty." Benoit found a small bowl, put some egg rolls in it, and turned to Nibel: "Just take a little, if you can't finish it, you can eat it." It doesn't matter."

Although it is the weather when the grass grows and the warblers fly, it is not so warm outside.As soon as the door was opened, the cold air rolled in like waves, and the sun shone through the leaves and fell on the ground like white wine.

Charlie stuffed the stove into Benoit's hand, and Nibel carried two pairs of thin gloves and a bag slung across his shoulders, which contained all the snacks made by Benoit. He was wearing a windbreaker and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses.

"Why are you wearing so little?" Nibel grabbed the collar of Benoit's coat and raised it.Benoit was wearing a dark green lapel coat and a black, white and gray checked scarf.

"A lot, I still have a sweater inside!" Benoit raised his eyebrows, leaned over and bumped Nibel with his shoulder, and went out with his head on Nibel, like a lamb.

The sand on the road creaked as he stepped on it, and Nibel walked slowly with his hands in his coat pockets.Holding the stove in both hands, Benoit walked for 2 minutes, blinked, and put one hand into Nibel's pocket.

"What's wrong?" Nibel glanced at Benoit, and subconsciously grasped his hand: "Is it cold? Do you need gloves?"

Benoit squeezed his hand, and gave Nibel a light look. "Why did you ignore me all the way?"

"Ignore you?" Nibel was stunned for a moment, couldn't help laughing, and rubbed Benoit's vigorous fingertips in his hand: "I don't care about you, I just feel a little emotional."

Benoit did not speak, but looked at Nibel.

"Look," Niebel inserted his fingers into Benoit's fingers in his pocket and interlocked with him: "Do you remember this time last year? I was still in a wheelchair and you said I was your friend."

Benoit snorted twice and looked away.

"At that time, I heard you said that we were friends. I really want to say that I don't want to be friends with you." Nibel stopped and turned to look at Benoit. The tip of Benoit's nose was light pink, like a rose Reflection in water. "I knew I would have said it earlier."

"What?" Benoit pursed his lips and asked knowingly.

"Hmm——" Nibel blinked, tapped the tip of Benoit's nose with his free hand, and pinched his chin to make him turn around.Benoit's eyes were shining, so clear that he could see the bottom. "What do you think?"

"I don't know." Benoit broke away from Nibel's hand and buried his chin in the scarf: "How do I know?"

Nibel leaned over and kissed the corner of Benoit's mouth lightly, and smiled slyly: "Then you guess, if you guess correctly, you may be rewarded."

Benoit narrowed his eyes and squeezed Nibel's hand tightly. "What reward?"

"You guess first."

"Do not."

"My good Monsieur Guy, please guess."

"You know that I won't refuse you." Benoit glared at Nibel, paused, lowered his eyes, his slender and curly eyelashes trembled slightly: "I love you."

Nibel let go of Benoit's hand and hugged Benoit.He laughed softly, and his chest trembled slightly. Benoit couldn't tell whether he was crying for a while, so he quickly hugged him and patted his back gently.

"Well, I love you too." Nibel kissed the back of Benoit's ear.The two get along day and night, and the fragrance on their bodies is exactly the same. Now they are mixed together, and it is impossible to tell who is who.

Feeling the moist and warm breath behind his ears, Benoit closed his eyes and couldn't help laughing. Laughing, he felt sore in his eyes, and a drop of crystal tears slipped from the corner of his eyes, and slid down his cheeks to his nose.

"Okay, Benoit, don't cry." Nibel raised his head, curled his index finger and gently scraped away Benoit's tears with his knuckles.

The corners of Benoit's eyes were slightly down, but at this time the eye circles were red, like two peach blossoms.Nibel nodded between his brows and kissed his eyes.

"I just want to cry." Benoit said in a low voice.

"Okay," Nibel pinched his face: "Let's just stand here and cry, we won't leave until there is no lake, how about it?"

Benoit didn't speak, let go of him, and walked forward with the stove in his arms.Nibel put his hands in his pockets, followed behind him, looked at Benoit's back, and after a while, he felt a little like crying.

Crying traits are indeed contagious, he reached out to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

Soon they came to the snowdrop field, and Benoit stood there, turned around and said to Nibel: "This year's blooming is better than last year's."

The continuous snowdrops are really like snowflakes, and the soft white covers the light green grass, which is very cool visually.

Nibel took out the blanket from his bag and spread it on the floor. Benoit took his bag, took out all the snacks inside, and put them one by one on the stand.

The sky was as blue as washing, and the soft white clouds were like cotton. Benoit sat beside Nibel, covering the back of his hand.He unconsciously fiddled with the bones at Nibel's knuckles and said, "Do you know that the flower language of snowdrops is miracles."

Nibel didn't answer, but turned to look at him.A gust of wind blows, and the flowers of snowdrops are blown, like a mess of snow being blown away.Benoit took off Nibel's glasses and put them on Nibel's cool lips.Nibel had just eaten a macaron, and the sweet aroma of cream still remained in his mouth.He closed his eyes and let Benoit stick out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth.

Benoit let go of his lips and made a pop sound. Nibel opened his eyes and looked at him with the corners of his mouth curled up. His blue eyes were as gentle as the sky at this time.He said softly: "I love you." The subtle air flowed on Benoit's lips.

They sat on the hillside, covered with light blue booths, and from a distance, the snowdrops next to them looked like a large white lake.Benoit heard the sound of flapping wings not far away, the distant barking of dogs from the village downhill, and the gentle sunlight shining on the earth dazzled him.He stared into Nibel's eyes, as if that was his sky, his ocean, and his river.Every time Nibel blinked and the blue disappeared briefly, he couldn't help feeling a kind of panic in his heart.

Nibel lowered his eyes, Benoit opened his mouth slightly, Nibel bowed his head and kissed him, and was warmly welcomed by Benoit's tongue.

The grass beneath them also seemed to exude warmth and sweetness, and the blood flowed under the skin of the two of them, as if it was magma secretly boiling underground.It wasn't until Benoit accidentally knocked over the egg roll that the two came back to their senses.

"Okay." Nibel pecked at the side of Benoit's cheek: "We are outside."

Benoit squeezed his fingers between Nibel's and fell on his lap.

The snowdrops were blown by the wind and made a subtle rustling sound. Nibel touched Benoit's hair, and it seemed that the grass under his feet was extending infinitely and endlessly, until the end of their lives.

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I haven't written for a long time, and I can't grasp the tone...Xiaokuibaostickie () Hope you like it