mud buddha

The Thrush Hotel is located by the river. It is not so much a hotel as it is a rather large manor.On the two large iron doors, patterns of roses and owls are entwined with copper wire. The square gatehouse is located at the door, and the lush creepers are about to cover the windows.Going inside is a path that can only accommodate two or three people. On both sides, trees with wide leaves are planted for shade, and they are separated in front of the marble pool.A statue of Aphrodite stood in the pool, and stone doves perched on her shoulders and hands.As long as the carriage stops at the door, someone will help to park it in the yard opposite the hotel.

When the two of Nibel arrived at the door of the hotel, there was no one on the road.Benoit paid the fare first and gave the driver a lot of tips. The driver bowed to them several times and thanked them several times before leaving.

"Where's your room?" Nibel asked.

Benoit took out the key from his pocket, and looked at the label on it by the moonlight: "No. 3304."

This is a bit far.The numbered rooms are ordinary private rooms, and Nibel’s suite is named after the twelve gods of ancient Greece, and it is in a separate building.It's a bit arty to be honest, but everyone obviously loves it, because those suites are so popular that there are very few free opportunities.

"Then your room should be in the building in the southwest? I'll take you there."

"No need," Benoit put the key in his pocket: "You should book a suite, we are quite far away. It is very late now, you should go to bed earlier."

"It's okay, just take two extra steps to digest food. I ate too much tonight, you only ate a third of it at most, right? I wiped out the rest—"

Hearing the words "the rest", Benoit raised his eyebrows and shifted his gaze a little guilty.According to his upbringing, there is absolutely no reason to let his companions eat leftovers.But at that time, Nibel's attitude was too reasonable, and he was very considerate to give him vegetables. He didn't realize that he really enjoyed this "service" for a while.

"Anyway, in case I can't wear the clothes I ordered next month, let me send you back tonight."

Not knowing what it had to do with sending him back to his room and getting dressed, the red-haired young man pursed his lips and stopped trying to evade, knowing that he couldn't hold back the other party anyway.

The two walked on the trail without talking much.Nibel looked at the statue of Aphrodite. Under the moonlight, the expression of the statue was very gentle, as if he had a bit of longing.In the shadows, those stone pigeons seem to have really grown hairs, and they are about to spread their wings and fly high.

After Benoit went downstairs, he insisted not to let Nibel go upstairs again.Nibel was not such a stalker either, and after waving goodbye, he walked towards himself.His room is called Hermes. As a merchant, it is obviously auspicious to live in the room of the merchant god.

Before going downstairs, a familiar figure pushed open the door from inside.The figure ran very fast, like a bird that had lost its head, and just bumped into Nibel.

Nibel supported the person in his arms, and took a closer look:

"Mrs. Mill?"

Mrs. Mill's head was covered with cold sweat, and her bangs were dripping crookedly on her forehead.Her hair is usually neatly combed, with a thin hair slit in the middle, divided into two pieces, coiled behind her head, and the edges are pushed into a wavy shape, covering the tips of her ears.Occasionally she also wears flowers or small decorations.Today her hair is tied up in a mess, and she probably didn't even use a comb.

Hearing Nibel's voice, she even started to tremble, and staggered away without saying anything, as if she didn't know him anymore.

It was very late, and it was obviously abnormal for Mrs. Mill to show up at a hotel in a neighboring city in the middle of the night, not to mention that this point was not safe for a single woman.Nibel sighed and chased after him.

Oddly enough Mrs. Mill quickly disappeared.Nibel swore he had even chased him to the hotel's gate, and looked around to make sure she had indeed disappeared.

He knocked on the window of the gatehouse, and a uniformed guard looked up.If it weren't for the glistening saliva on his mouth, Nibel would have believed that the guard was on duty seriously instead of sleeping.

"Did you see a woman run out?"

The guard was a little embarrassed, turned his eyes, and scratched his scalp: "No, sir. What's the matter? What happened?"

"It's nothing. If you see it later, please contact me. Her hair is black and she is pretty. There is a mole on her cheek. She may be sick. I am the tenant of Hermes."

The guard in front of him took out a small notebook from his breast pocket, but unfortunately he didn't have a pen.He searched his pockets, and Nibel looked at each other.

"Don't look, I don't have either." Nibel guessed that this person must be a relative of the hotel owner, otherwise such a high-end hotel would not have such a fool to visit the door.This kind of brain can only look at the door.

By the time he returned to the suite, Nibel had passed the sleepiness, but was surprisingly sober.

The suite is divided into living room, bedroom, toilet and bathroom. There is a small balcony outside the living room, and a small study room is separated from the bedroom.The sound insulation here is very good. Singing in the bathroom with the door closed, the people in the living room can't hear it.Pushing open the door is a narrow entrance separated by Bogu racks, and the shoe rack is on the right.There are some anthologies of poetry and some small sculptures made of shells on the shelf.The person who decorated the room left a lot of space so that the guests could put what they wanted, but Nibel didn't put anything there.

The lights were still on in the room, and Basile curled up on the sofa like a puppy, purring lightly, with his hands next to his head.

Nibel sat down on the side chair, put his feet on the footstool, and put his head on the back of the chair.The position was a bit uncomfortable, but he didn't want to get too comfortable right now.There was a portrait of Hermes hanging on the sofa, wearing winged sandals and holding a magic staff. Nibel stared at the staff in a daze.

He felt that Mrs. Mill's state was obviously not right, and she was even a little mentally disturbed.Benoit told him that rumors could kill a woman, and Mrs. Mill said that she would be in a situation where she would never recover. To be honest, he was a little afraid that Mrs. Mill would not think about it.If it's a teacup, a chair, a book, it's broken if it's broken, but Mrs. Mill is a living person.

So Mrs. Mill's face appeared in front of his eyes. For a while, it was the face full of laughter, and for a while it was the panicked appearance today.It used to be very vague, but now it is very clear, he can even remember the fine hair on her face.Thinking of Mrs. Mill now, Niebel no longer had the tenderness of the date in his heart, but was replaced by an inexplicable emotion, maybe a little bored, and a little self-blame.True, in this relationship he could slap his ass and go, but Mrs Meer would be left where she was.That poor woman did love him.If she came to him for help, he would not be stingy with his help.But if she wanted some love from him, she would have to return empty-handed.

How sweet a relationship can start and end in such a mess.

Basile's slight snoring sound could be heard next to his ear, and Nibel also fell asleep unknowingly.In his dream, he saw Benoit standing naked on a shell, born from the sea with foam, and his red hair floating in the air.

"Hermes, what are you doing in a daze? Go and dress him!" Someone stuffed a soft thing into his hand, it was a long white robe.

Legend has it that Aphrodite was the genital incarnation of Uranus, and Hermes is sometimes seen as a symbol of the male genitals.Nibel forgot where he saw it, but it made him feel like a good match.He went over to help the other party put on the robe, but Benoit glared at him and scolded him for the offense.In the blink of an eye, Nibel realized that he had turned into a dove, and landed on Benoit's shoulder with a chirp.Benoit's eyes were lowered, and he was so beautiful.

Unlike Benoit himself, the other party in Niebel's eyes at this time does not have that sense of alienation, but is casual and relaxed.If we say that he is usually like a bamboo under the moon, then at this time he is like a rose that you can pick, shining brightly.

His eyelids tingled, and Nibel felt the sun burn his face.

It turned out to be dawn.Hermes in the painting on the sofa raised the corners of his mouth, narrowed his smiling eyes, and pointed his staff straight at Nibel.