mud buddha

In November, it was completely winter, and Nibel got out of the carriage, breathing hot air.He was dressed very stylishly today, especially the dark purple shirt, which shone brightly during his movements.

"Sir, put on your coat." Basile had a black coat hanging on his arm.His hair was a little longer and hung around his neck, and he was wearing a light gray plaid suit.Nibel didn't want to wear it. He was wearing the custom-made jacket that day, and another one would look bulky.Basile insisted that he put on his clothes, and kept talking non-stop. Nibel frowned, waved his hand, told him to leave with his clothes, find a place to park the carriage, and then stay in it, or go to find a place nearby. It's okay to have some fun, but in short, don't appear in front of him again.

The name of Xiayun Manor is very appropriate.It is backed by a small hill, and every evening there will be a large piece of sunset glow in the sky, the colors are yellow, pink and purple.Sometimes Benoit would sit on a rocking chair in the garden and read a book after dinner, and when he looked up, he could see the colorful colors above his head, hanging low and connecting with the hills.

There are many messy ruts at the door, one pressing the other.The entrance is the front yard, which is very large and even has a simple pavilion.It was a huge parasol covering a long table and two benches.There was a couple sitting on the chair, Nibel took a closer look, it was Mir and the others.

Mr. Mill is wearing a top hat today, and from time to time wipes the sweat off his head with a handkerchief.His clothes looked old and outdated, the belly part was very tight, and the white shirt inside was exposed through the gap between the two buttons.Mrs. Mill's hair was coiled up high and tied into a bun on the sky cap, which looked like a teapot lid.She was wearing a light purple dress, the cuffs and waist were washed a little white, and she was holding a fan.

Nibel was sure Mrs. Mill had seen him, but she pretended not to know him, turned her head away, and waved her fan unconsciously.Instead Mr. Mill got up and came to him, took off his hat with his hands, and performed a hat-taking ceremony.He learned this movement very poorly, and it seemed a little frivolous.

"Long time no see, Mr. Roswell." White smoke was coming out of his head when he took off his hat, and the top of his hair was a little thin, which looked very funny.The flat face was a little puffy, as if it had just been up the night, or had a night of drinking.Nibel smiled politely:

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Mr. Mill's eyes were a little distracted, and it took him a while to focus on Nibel's face.As if seeing Nibel for the first time, he looked at him carefully for a long time: "You are still so handsome, Mr. Roswell."

His hand was taken by Mrs. Mill.Her mouth was painted with bright red lip balm, and the cheekbones were slightly pink, as if the skin was too thin and was about to burst.I haven't seen her for a month. She is so thin that she almost loses her shape. Her eyes are deeply sunken into the sockets. The originally brown pupils became a little dark because they couldn't see the light.

"Mr. Roswell, nice to meet you." She looked at her husband's face, her eyes fell on his nose: "The time is almost up, let's go in."

There was music in the hall, a small chamber band playing a quartet.This piece of music comes from a popular drama at the time. After marrying a dull and honest husband, the beautiful heroine derails again and again, and finally degenerates into a prostitute and dies miserably.Although Nibel had watched the play, he had no impression of the soundtrack, only remembered that the actress was really good looking.Mrs. Mir was restless holding her fan, not noticing that her husband was looking at Nibel with great interest:

"Mr. Roswell, you must have seen the play."

"Ah, I did. Pretty good, to be honest."

"Indeed. The supporting actor who played with the heroine's feelings and then ruthlessly abandoned her has a really nice voice and a really extraordinary appearance. Even a big man like me was almost seduced by his sweet words, thinking that he It's the heroine's true love! But I don't think the actor is handsome enough. His two beards are a bit funny, and his hairstyle is not fashionable enough. That face is a bit unmanly and too feminine. Let me say, if Like you, it would be perfect if you clean your beard and comb your hair back!"

Nibel's expression froze, Mrs. Mill stabbed her husband's waist with a fan, and he yelled.

"Sorry, my husband has never been very good at talking."

"It's okay." What else could Nibel say except it's okay?If he really pursued it with him, wouldn't it be a check-in and a solid statement.He put on a rather official smile, trying to relax his facial muscles.

The orchestra has changed the repertoire, this time it is the violin solo.This is "Andante Like a Song", with a soothing rhythm, and some guests shook their heads gently following the rhythm.

Most of these guests are well-known figures in the city, wearing exquisite dresses.Some of the guests also brought their young daughters to catch a rich man.They dress up their daughter in a fashionable and beautiful way, and the clothes they wear are not expensive but decent.

Everyone knows that the young master of the Juyi family is a sick child, and families with good conditions and loving daughters will not consider him as a son-in-law; most of them are nobles who have a hard life, have a name but no money, and they will consider selling him. The woman asks for money.

No one noticed the little friction here.

An Andante ended, the orchestra played Handel, and the Guys walked downstairs with their son.

"Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, I hope I didn't disturb your interest." Madame Guy walked quickly to the hall.

Benoit was also wrapped in a thick cloak at home, with his hands in fox-fur hand warmers, and Mr. Guy was supporting him.Even though he was dressed thicker than anyone else, he still looked very thin, with a sickly blush on his cheeks, as if a woman had put on too much rouge.His mouth was slightly open, revealing part of his white front teeth, and his eyes were a little watery due to illness, which made me feel sorry for him.

Seeing him, the guests couldn't help worrying about him, fearing that he would faint if he took two more steps, and the unhappiness caused by the host's late arrival disappeared.They surrounded the Guy family, caring and encouraging.

Nibel watched from a distance at the door.Benoit supported his father's arm and forced a smile to deal with everyone.The brim of the cloak was sewn with a circle of thick animal fur, his face was sunken in, and the overhead light in the hall hit him in the face, and the two blushes faded, as if he had just fallen into a little drunk, rather than a sickness. Poor man to die.

Suddenly Benoit turned his face and looked straight at Nibel.His eyes were very soft, but Nibel felt as if he had been hit by a whip in the face, and then he felt a little hot.

The sound of the music didn't stop. At this time, the elegant viola dominated the main theme, and the sound was very mellow.Benoit nodded to him, his slender chin slightly raised and lowered, and then there was no more words.The music in the hall disappeared from Nibel's ears and was replaced by a humming, almost as if a thousand bees were flying around his ears.He felt the hot air on his face go all the way down, into his chest cavity, burning inside.

He wanted to smile back or wave, but his fingertips were numb and he couldn't move, so he nodded.When he came back to his senses, Benoit had already turned his head away.

The banquet was going on as usual, Benoit returned to the room after greeting, Nibel was bored, picked some cakes and snacks and ate while watching the dancing guests in the middle of the hall.

"Why don't you have a female companion today?"

The questioner was Mrs. Robinson, whose husband had died some years before and had left her a considerable estate.She has never remarried, and has invested in several wineries in Nibel with her husband's money, and lives a wealthy life on dividends.

"Occasionally, I think it's nice to be alone." He managed to cheer up and deal with her.Mrs. Robinson probably was bored too, so she handed Nibel a glass of champagne and chatted with him casually.

After drinking a glass of wine, he didn't want to continue the boring conversation, so he put down the glass, stopped a passing servant, and asked where the bathroom was.The servant told him that he was upstairs, and he took the opportunity to say goodbye to Mrs. Robinson. She felt a little regretful, raised her glass and drank the rest of the wine, and said goodbye to him wisely.

The stair railing is wrapped in a cloth with short pile, which feels very good.Going up the stairs is the servant's room. At this time, the door is slightly opened, revealing some sweeping tools in the corner.Turning left is a long corridor, and you can see the scene in the hall from the left.Walking a few steps forward, there are redwood double doors on the right. There are two tall shelves on both sides of the door, on which are potted plants that Nibel can't name.He guessed it was the Guys' room.At the very end is the bathroom, Nibel walked over.

He didn't really want to go to the toilet, so he leaned on the handrail in the corridor and looked downstairs.The Guys were talking to Dr. Mill, their faces were a bit serious, and Mrs. Mill was holding her husband's arm.

Suddenly a puff of smoke came out from under the antique rack in the corner, and no one downstairs noticed it, but Nibel happened to catch a glimpse.He went downstairs and met a clerk with a tray.

"Why is there smoke coming out of there? Go and have a look."

The waiter walked quickly to the edge of the dining table, put down the plate, and rushed over to have a look.

"I don't know whose cigarette butt burned to the shelf in the corner, and it has been extinguished."

Seeing that the thick smoke disappeared, Nibel didn't think about it any more.Madame Guy finished talking with Dr. Mill, came over and patted him on the shoulder, and went around to chat with him.

Just then, he smelled a burning smell.Madame Guy looked behind her, and saw that even higher flames sprang up from the place where the smoke was originally rising.Nibel yelled "Fire!" and pushed Madame Guy behind him, telling her to leave with the guests.Looking back, half of the hall has been engulfed in flames, and the flames have already burned to his heels along the carpet under his feet.

"Let's go!" There were screams and the sound of shattering glass bottles in the hall, and the ladies rolled up their skirts and embraced them.

"Benoit! Benoit is still upstairs!" The poor mother turned pale and kept calling her son's name.

Niebert stood behind Madame Guy and looked upstairs.At this time, the flame had already climbed to the second floor along the banister of the stairs.Originally, the fire shouldn't have spread so fast, but the fabric wrapped around the stairs obviously added fuel to the fire, and everyone could only stand in the yard, watching the flames lick up.

Madame Guy felt that she was pushed out the door, and the black-haired man who had been protecting her rushed upstairs calling Benoit's name.

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