mud buddha

It was as if a bolt of lightning struck Nibel's spine. When he ran upstairs, he felt his tailbone tremble slightly and his hands and feet were numb.He had never been so brave, and this mortal determination made him feel extra manly.He puffed up his chest slightly, feeling his heart beating wildly and feeling slightly hot.

This kind of courage was brought to him by something called love, and Nibel was surprised that he could be so obsessed with someone he had only met a few times.

Madame Guy tried to rush in to stop him, but the first floor was already engulfed in flames, and she screamed, telling Nibel Benoit to be on the third floor.Her body trembled, and she felt an inexplicable expectation in her heart.Soon she realized the selfishness hidden behind this expectation, and a burst of shame welled up in her heart. If Mr. Guy hadn't supported her, she would have slumped on the ground.Some people said that the door should be closed to prevent the fire from burning out. Madame Guy blocked the door with her arms open, her eyes were red, she stared at the speaker, and called him heartless and a beast.

"Hurry up and call someone to put out the fire! Hurry up and fetch water!" Mr. Mill was unexpectedly calm, as if he had seen such a big scene before.He holds the top hat in his hand, revealing the top of his funny head.But the fire was too great, and everyone could only pour water into it at the door. The scorching devil had just been weakened a little, and soon made a comeback, which didn't have much effect.

There was only one room on the third floor, and there was a flame burning on the railing. Nibel didn't dare to stop to catch his breath, and went straight to the door.The material of the door is the same as that of the second floor. It may have been glazed not long ago, or it may have been wiped frequently, giving it a new and clean light.

"Benoit! Come out!" Nibel patted the door.This heavy wooden door was very luxurious, but at the same time very stable, his palms were blushing, and it only made a soft muffled sound.In desperation, he directly twisted the doorknob and broke in.

There was no light in the room, and a figure was lying on the bed against the head of the bed, with the book in his hand on the quilt, and he was already asleep.Nibel rushed over, picked him up and rushed out the door.Benoit was very light and limp, wearing only a light blue nightgown, like a ghost, Nibel wanted to put on at least one coat for him, but it was too late.

Running to the stairs, the second floor was completely engulfed in flames. Benoit had already woken up, and his eyes were a little dazed.Nibel ran back to the room with him in his arms, and closed the door tightly.Sensing Benoit's struggle, he let go.Frowning, Benoit went to find the cloak and asked him what happened, so flustered.

Nibel looked around, and found that the entire third floor was decorated as Benoit's room, so the study and bathroom were all here.He picked up the vase on the desk, poured water on the blanket on the sofa, and stuffed it in the crack of the door.

"Fire, Monsieur Guy. Fire!"

"What did you say?" Benoit just put on his cloak and turned to look at Nibel.

"The first and second floors are on fire." Nibel looked down from the balcony. He could tell whether the height of the three floors was high or short.He estimated the chance of surviving by jumping from here, thinking of Benoit's body, he gave up again.Although he may not necessarily die, but if he jumped like this, Benoit would probably fall half to death.He completely forgot that he was also a mortal body, and he might be half dead after such a fall.

He walked over to check the door panel and found that it was still cold. He relieved himself, turned around and said to Benoit, "They should already be putting out the fire, let's wait and see."

Benoit turned around in a hurry, he asked Nibel if he was injured, Nibel told him no; he asked Nibel where his parents were, Nibel told him they had gone out.At this point Benoit seemed to be relieved a little, but it didn't take long for him to walk beside Nibel again.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue, but what are you doing here? It's too dangerous. It's too dangerous."

"Didn't you say that? I came up here to save you." Sitting on the armchair, Nibel felt his heart slowly return to its original position, beating obediently as usual.

"It's too dangerous, it's too dangerous." Benoit kept repeating as if he didn't know what to say.Nibel closed his eyes and listened to him repeating the sentence over and over, upside down, his voice getting smaller and smaller.Suddenly Benoit's voice became louder again, with a high pitch, and the ending floated upwards, which seemed a little crisp: "You and I have only met a few times, only a few times!"

Nibel opened his eyes, looked at the anxious young man opposite, and remembered the embarrassed look of the other party standing in front of the bookstall the first time they met.

He sat up straighter: "Well, maybe I set the fire. I created such an opportunity for a hero to save the beauty, and I want to win your favor."

"What are you talking about!" Benoit stared at Nibel, his brows tightened and loosened for a while, much like the paddles rowed by Chinese dragon boaters.He was a little embarrassed, he wanted to reprimand Nibel for his frivolity, but he also felt that he shouldn't treat his savior like this.And he didn't believe what Nibel said just now.

"You do not believe?"

"Don't make fun of me!" Benoit wrapped his cloak tightly, sat down opposite him, and continued, "You are a gentleman after all, and I will not judge a gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain."

Suddenly Niebel stood up and approached Benoit, like a dark cloud approaching a mountain range.Benoit looked up at him, the tops of his eyelashes almost touching his eyebrows.

"Gentleman." He savored the word and said it several times. He bent his index finger, put it on the nail of his thumb, and lifted Benoit's chin with his knuckles. "I'm not a gentleman. On the contrary, I'm really a villain who wants to return favors."

Benoit felt the black shadow in front of him suddenly approaching, and a burst of snort hit him.He didn't dare to speak, and there was only shallow breathing in the room.This silence lasted for quite a while, and Nibel did not move until a burning smell came, and the hand was withdrawn from Benoit's chin.

He walked to the door and checked the temperature, his hands shrank from the heat.

"No, it's too late." Nibel checked the blanket under the door and found that it was dry.He went to wash his hands with a vase, got a bottle of water, splashed the blanket again, and wiped the door panel with it. "We have to leave quickly, we can't stay any longer."

Benoit also stood up, kept an awkward silence, and watched Nibel take the quilt on the bed to the bathroom to get wet.

"Change into a shorter coat. Use this to cover your body, especially to cover your nose and mouth." He came over with the soaked quilt.

Benoit quickly changed his clothes, seeing that Nibel did not move: "What about you?"

"There is no water, maybe there is a problem with the water pipe, the remaining water is only enough for a quilt, and then barely wet my clothes." He couldn't help but put the quilt around Benoit's body, covering his small face. Blocked tightly, let Benoit grab the quilt by himself. "I'll just use a blanket."

The blanket was half dry, Nibel patted the ashes, covered his mouth and nose with it, walked to the door with a vase with a little water left, and opened the door violently.He poured out the water in the vase, and the little water sizzled into the fire, and soon disappeared.

Suddenly, there was a chill behind his back, and it turned out that Benoit opened the quilt and covered him together.Nibel didn't have time to argue, so he simply grabbed the quilt and rushed down.Thanks to the blessing of the goddess of luck, the quilt was very wet, and the two rushed down the stairs smoothly.The first floor was filled with thick smoke, and the temperature was frighteningly high. Heat waves came up in waves, and the quilt was half-dried.

Benoit's eyes went dark, and the people around him covered his face with blankets, with some slight dampness.He felt something touch his lips, the force was very light and soft, and it was easy to touch.Those were Nibel's lips, dry and hard from the heat.

"This is considered repayment." He heard Nibel's vague voice, which seemed to be whispering, and then felt himself being carried and rushed out.Those strong arms wrapped around him tightly, preventing him from spreading the quilt.

There was a scream, it was Madame Guy's voice.The quilt on Benoit's body fell, and Madame Guy hugged him tightly. Someone threw a basin of water on his back, and it was Mr. Mill who took a closer look.At this time, almost all the guests in the yard had left, only the Guys, the Mills, and some kind and enthusiastic guests were left guarding them.

Nibel's face was dark, traces of thick smoke and dust in the fire scene, and half of his handsome face was revealed by the water.The ends of his hair were singed, his eyes were tightly shut, his wrists and neck were burned, a diamond-shaped gash ran from the base of his ear to his collarbone, and his coat and trousers were burnt.

Mr. Mill squatted beside him and called his name: "Mr. Roswell!" He opened Nibel's eyelids, and pressed the side of his neck again. Nibel was like a doll, at the mercy of others.

"Alive." Dr. Mill made a conclusion, and there was a burst of cheers in the yard, but fell into silence after hearing the second half of his sentence. "But the eyes may..."

"At least I saved my life." Mrs. Robinson sighed.

"It's all our responsibility, we..." Mrs. Guy couldn't go on, covering her face and crying.Mr. Guy put his arms around her shoulders: "We can definitely think of a way for him."

Mrs. Robinson was thinking about the property she invested in, and looked at Nibel in a daze: "How can you think of it? If he is really blind, can you support him for a lifetime?"

"What's wrong?" Benoit trembling slightly, replied.