mud buddha

By the time we got to the tailor shop, the sun had completely set.Nibel sent Basile to park the carriage at the Thrush Hotel, where he had rented a flat.Standing in front of the tailor shop, he heard a familiar voice.

"I didn't think that one was dull."

Nibel walked in, and Benoit was standing on the stand, wearing a simple shirt and trousers, and a tailor was carrying two coats of slightly different colors and styles.Benoit's hair was a little messy, probably because of many tries, wearing and taking off clothes.

There was no difference between Benoit and two days ago, except that he was a little more impatient than the patterned smile that day when he was polite.At this time, Benoit finally showed a personality suitable for his family, more like a pampered young master.

"Excuse me. Excuse me, but I think this dark blue suit suits you better." Nibel leaned against the door, crossing his arms.

"It's really a bit presumptuous." Benoit seemed to be in a bad mood, and he squinted at Nibel: "Your self-knowledge is commendable."

"These two pieces must be very suitable for you. Although I haven't seen them, I can imagine your demeanor." Nibel was not angry when he was ridiculed with a gun and a stick, but seriously analyzed the two pieces for Benoit. difference in clothing.

"Slick tongue." Benoit hesitated for a while in the two coats, turned his head away, and told the tailor to wrap up the dark blue coat with his back on his back.

"You came alone?" Nibel walked to Benoit, watching that Benoit was about to put on the coat hanging on the coat rack at the door again.

"I think I'm past the age where I need to go shopping with my parents." Benoit frowned slightly and took a step back.

"I feel very lonely. If there is a chance, it would be nice to take a walk with them." Nibel sighed lightly: "The days with my parents are less and less every day."

Benoit knew of Niebel's life experience. His mother died shortly after his birth, and his father also passed away a few years ago.He suspected that what he just said was a bit too much.

Nibel saw that Benoit's expression was a little loose, and he also stepped back a little, and distanced himself from Benoit: "I don't know if you are free. If so, I am honored to have you as my company. I choose clothes Soon, after the selection is over, we can go to have a meal or something. Count on me."

Benoit wanted to refuse, but he remembered that he seemed to have just offended the other party, felt a little guilty, and nodded in a strange way.

"Thank you. I knew Mr. Guy was always the most gentle and considerate." Niebel hung up the coat that Benoit hadn't had time to put on.Benoit looked at the little canine teeth he showed when he grinned, and felt as if he had been cheated.

Nibel was really quick in choosing clothes.Unlike others looking through fabric books to choose, he directly turned his head and ordered the tailor to bring up the most expensive fabric, and the tailor turned and went into the warehouse, laughing so hard that his gums would fly out.

"That's how you choose your clothes?" Benoit raised his brows and smiled veiledly. Nibel felt that Benoit must have used a lot of thought to conceal his irony.

"You can never go wrong with the most expensive fabrics and the latest styles."

"A good idea indeed."

"Sometimes you can't save money if you want to save effort. The most convenient thing in this world is that you can buy everything with money."

"Money is not everything."

"Like?"

"For example, money can't buy time, and it can't buy health."

Nibel felt that there was something in Benoit's words, and he considered his wording: "At least money can buy life-sustaining medicine and a good doctor."

"That's true." Bernuer froze for a moment, and stopped talking.

The tailor produced two bolts of cloth.A dark purple background, sprinkled with silver powder, as the fabric unfolds, the light flows, like a soft and luxurious galaxy.The other is black fabric with blue stripes, which looks very low-key, but as soon as you touch it, you will find that the fabric is very solid and it is pure wool.The tailor said that this kind of wool came from an extremely rare sheep in the north, and it had a delicate feel and a special luster.

"This purple one is suitable for shirts, it doesn't need to be too complicated, a simple vertical round neck is enough. This fabric can no longer suit you. The black ones are used for coats and trousers. Your figure is already good. Wearing this, the whole All the girls in Great Britain will be fascinated by you." The tailor muttered, gesturing on Nibel.

"That's it. Please measure the size." Nibel jumped onto the stand.

"Your figure should not have changed from last time, and it is still perfect like a sculpture." As a frequent visitor to the tailor shop, Nibel's size has already been registered.But Niebel mainly wanted to show his good figure in front of Benoit, and insisted on another measurement.

Benoit didn't seem to care much about Nibel's opening of the screen. He just watched Nibel measure the size and pay the deposit, not knowing what he was thinking.After finishing his work, Nibel signaled that he could go, so he put on his coat and hat.Nibel saw him take out the stove again and hold it in his hand.

"Are you going home tonight or are you staying in the city?"

Benoit answered slowly as if he had just recovered, and told him to stay at the hotel tonight.

"Which hotel?" It was cold outside, and the wind hit his face.Nibel felt that Benoit's body might not be blown by the wind, so he turned around to block in front of him, facing Benoit, and walked backwards.Benoit's nose was a little red from the wind, and he watched Nibel's hair being blown fluffy by the wind behind him.

"The Thrushcross Hotel is the one on Third Avenue."

"That's a coincidence." That hotel was the best hotel in the city, and Nibel thought it was normal for Benoit to choose that one: "Me too."

Benoit nodded, and gently pulled him to his side: "Don't block it for me, I won't be able to stand the wind."

Nibel grabbed Benoit's hand backhand: "Why were you unhappy in the store just now?"

There were no people on the road, and the stone road was brightly illuminated by the moon.The shadows of the two dragged on the ground for a long time, head to head.Benoit gently pulled his hand out, and covered the stove again.

"It's nothing. I shouldn't be angry with you." He unconsciously stroked the hollow lid, and the moonlight cast a white halo on his hat and red hair, which looked very gentle. "I'm just wondering if other people's comments really matter that much."

"You still worry about this? I thought people like you would only receive compliments from others."

"Someone like me?"

"A person like you. It's not like me anyway. I know that people always scold me, saying that I'm a flirtatious thing. But it's okay. I won't lose a few pieces of meat if I get scolded, not to mention that I don't think it's derogatory. word."

Benoit stopped in his tracks, and his expression became a little serious: "It really doesn't matter if a man is scolded for being romantic, but in this kind of thing, two people are scolded together. In this kind of thing, women are often more likely to be hurt. Other people's evaluation It is very likely to ruin a woman's life, if you pity them, you should protect them."

Nibel also stopped in his tracks. He swallowed his saliva and smiled awkwardly: "Why did you say that all of a sudden?"

Benoit was silent for a while, his facial features seemed soft even though he was frowning, Nibel took the opportunity to change the subject, and Benoit didn't bother him too much.

The two found an Indian restaurant. Nibel actually liked curry and those heavy-flavored foods. Benoit's expression did not show likes and dislikes, but he did not refuse.The two talked intermittently along the way, usually Nibel started, he always felt that Benoit was clearly beside him, but far away from him.

He remembered that when he was a child, he happened to see a Buddhist gathering. Annie took him and Winnie to see the group of people carrying a sedan chair with a golden Buddha statue on it, followed by Arhats, Bodhisattvas and the like.They followed the group, and Nibel Jr. happened to be walking beside the Buddha-bearers.The clay bodhisattva was about the height of a man, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. The gold powder on his body fell down with the footsteps of the sedan chair bearer, and landed on Nibel's body as soon as the wind blew.

In the restaurant, Nibel ordered flying pancakes and curry rice, and also ordered a tandoori.The method of tandoori curry is very simple. After the chicken is marinated with spices, it is roasted in a unique Indian stove. It tastes fragrant and full of gravy.Benoit probably hadn't eaten it before. Although he didn't say it, his eyes were full of anticipation when the food was served.Nibel saw the shadow of Madame Guy in him, that kind of inexplicable innocence.This occasional innocence appears on the face of a beautiful adult man, showing advanced sex appeal.

"You haven't eaten Indian food, have you?"

"I saw it in a book before." Benoit seemed a little shy: "I don't go out often, and my parents don't allow me to eat such stimulating food."

"You can't eat this kind of food with strong flavor." Nibel blamed himself a little, feeling that he hadn't considered it thoroughly.Thinking of the other party's illness, he planned to order some light desserts.

"It's okay, just eat less. I'm looking forward to it too."

"Okay, then I'll order two more desserts."

After the dishes were served, Nibel helped Benoit cut up the chicken, picked out the tenderest pieces, scraped off the seasoning on them and put them on a plate for him.After tasting a few mouthfuls, Benoit's eyes lit up, and he picked some curry rice and flying cakes to eat.He eats very slowly, chewing a bite for a long time.

"Sorry, I eat too slowly." Seeing that Nibel had finished eating, Bernuer pursed his lips: "I have always eaten slowly."

"It's good to eat slowly. You nobles have your own rules when eating, I understand."

"No, I was bored every day when I was a child. I just read, ate, and slept, so I did things very slowly. It's just a habit, it's not a rule."

After eating, Nibel wanted to take a walk back to the hotel together, but Benoit looked tired and his face was paler than when the two first met, so he let Benoit sit down and went to the intersection to call a car.The coachmen are the hardest-working people, no matter day or night, they can always be seen waiting for business at the intersection.

Rickshaws are easier to find, but their bodies have no windshield. Nibel was afraid that Benoit would be damaged by the night wind, so he went around several times before renting a small carriage.Back at the entrance of the restaurant, Nibel saw Benoit standing at the entrance of the restaurant with a stove in his arms through the small window of the carriage. He was tall and tall, with his head down, looking at something, like a child waiting for his parents, inexplicably cute.Seeing Nibel coming, he put down the stove and walked over quickly. At that moment, Nibel wanted to welcome him with open arms.Before he had time to think, he jumped out of the car and gave Benoit a hug.

"Have you been waiting for a long time? It's too cold outside, why don't you wait inside?" Nibel hugged Benoit, felt a little stiff in his arms, and immediately let him go: "I thought you French like this with friends greet."

Benoit was noncommittal, smiled, and got into the car.

Nibel recalled the short hug just now, Benoit was a little taller than him, and he could smell the fragrance of Benoit's hair, with a little smell of Chinese medicine.Although he quickly let go, the temperature of the Benoit stove seemed to still be on his stomach, a little scalding.