Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

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I took Roche's carriage to Wangcheng. The bumps along the way should have helped sleep, but I was sleepless. My whole person is in extreme excitement, staring at my hands from time to time. Since these hands touched his face, I couldn't bear to wash my hands. I stretched out my hand, closed my eyes, traced his outline in my brain, and felt it again with my hand. The lukewarm touch, slightly stubble, thin cheeks, smooth skin. An irresistible smile fell on my face again.

I giggled from time to time all the way, and arrived in Yancheng in the afternoon. Lived in a designated inn that Roche had already arranged, and was still a room. Without his reservation, the inn would have become overcrowded. After eating something, I found that I was sleepy. I haven't stayed up late for a long time. I only go to the classroom all night before the exam. As a result, I was sleeping for the rest of the time.

Su Muzhe, also known as the Beggar Festival, is held every July in the lunar calendar. It is to pray that the winter will be severely cold in the winter, more snow can be dropped, and there will be plenty of water in the coming year. Su Muzhe was introduced to the Central Plains in the Tang Dynasty and once made a sensation in Beijing. The Tang Dynasty wrote a lot of poems about Su Muzhe's singing and dancing. Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Li He, etc. all have descriptions. By Song Dynasty, Su Muzhe had become a brand name. The most famous Su Muzhe's Ci was Fan Zhongyan's "Biyuntian, Huangyedi". When Xuanzang was in Guizi, he witnessed Su Muzhe's excitement and recorded it. King Qizi invited him to watch it together. When singing and dancing reached its climax, King Qizi also invited Xuan Zang to take off his shoes and socks and dance together. Alas, did Xuanzang watch singing and dancing too? Why can't he...Forget it, Xuanzang is a guest from afar, and it's no wonder that he went to the countryside to follow the customs.

I wore a mask I had bought in Subash and swayed in the street. All the main roads are all people, everyone wears a mask, and everyone who knows or doesn't know, says hello to each other. In such a harmonious atmosphere, my mood became super good. Following the crowd stood on the side of the street. After a while, the parade began.

First, there was a drum team, headed by the Daqi drum, sitting on the carriage and knocking fiercely, which opened Su Muzhe's prologue. Followed by a group of entertainers, holding drums of various sizes in hand, with the dance movements, should be in harmony with the big cap. A couple of men and women danced back after a period of time, dressed modestly, holding silk scarves at both ends, with a solemn expression and a simple dance style. Well, it's a bit like the Yangge dance that our aunts perform on the streets every year. Then there was a phalanx performing rope dance, a young girl wearing a flower crown, holding a rope decorated with various floral decorations, dancing gracefully and charmingly. Then came the streamer dance, monkey dance, etc., which dazzled me. Each phalanx has its own small band, sitting on a carriage decorated with flowers, Xiezhuo, Jingzhuo, pipa, horn flute, etc., sweet and crisp.

In 1903, two Japanese found a reliquary box containing the ashes of monks in the ancient city of Subash. They secretly brought the relic box back to Japan and stored it. Until 1957, the Japanese discovered that there were faint traces of painting under the color layer of the relic box. They dialed the surface color to reveal the original image, which is a beautiful and amazing picture of the Su curtain dance music. Painted with various figures on it, holding a musical instrument with Western characteristics, wearing masks, posing in different dance styles. Today, this relic box is still in Japan. We have to study it ourselves and we have to take a picture from Japan and take it back to our country.

At present, the long-lost Oriental Carnival appeared in front of my eyes, and the joy was beyond words. Su Muzhe will perform for seven days in a row, day and night. If you can copy this grand ancient festival after going back, you can have a clearer understanding of the historical inheritance of the folk customs of music and dance. These alone can cause many colleagues to shoot angry red eyes. Ha ha, I was dizzy.

It was already noon, the dancing square was touring along the street, and there were a lot of food stalls along the road. The smell of roasted lamb attracted my mouth water. Take off the mask and make three kebabs with the stall. Lamb skewers of this era are super large, and each piece of meat is the same size as an egg. When traveling in Xinjiang, the size of mutton skewers decreases from southern Xinjiang to northern Xinjiang, from Xinjiang to the interior, and then to the coast. In southern Xinjiang (Kashgar, Hotan, Kuqa, etc.), it is the same size of eggs as mutton skewers of 1,650 years ago, usually two yuan per string. The stall in front of our school is the smallest lamb skewers I have ever seen, one yuan a skewers, but girls have to eat 20 skewers to feel the bottom.

Pulling thoughts from the modern back to the ancient festival in front of me, nibbling the mutton to see people coming and going on the street. It’s best to watch handsome guys while eating, but it seems that there are not many handsome guys because they all wear masks. Suddenly, I opened my mouth that was about to bite the meat and forgot to bite it.

Someone in the crowd came to me, with a slender figure, wearing a short goose-yellow short dress typical of the aristocratic turtles. This kind of dress looks very much like the European knight costume in the Middle Ages. As long as the body is good, men will wear heroic poses. And that man, dressed like this, looks particularly prone, and his tall figure makes it stand out from the crowd.

Although he couldn't see his face, he could conclude that he was a superb man. Such a man is approaching me, and how is that figure so familiar? He was wearing a grimace mask, and the eyes under the mask showed strange and inquiring eyes as he approached me. I squinted and looked carefully. Those eyes are the light gray that I am familiar with. My heart suddenly jumped out of my chest. He... he... isn't it right?

"Ai Qing, are you?" It was his voice, but there was a slight trembling.

"Of course it is me." I lifted the mask on my wrist and suddenly remembered that the other hand was still holding three large mutton skewers. When it was over, my mouth was full of fangs and I ate the meat. I stared at him with an oily mouth, and it fell into his eyes.

Being annoyed, I fell into a warm embrace. My heart thumped and my confused thoughts flew by: how did he... why did he...

The lamb skewers were held high in my hand, and my whole person was like a hole, letting the tall man hug me and take a few laps in the air.

"Ai Qing, you really are back..."

Hearing in dizziness, although a bit like it, this is not his voice! His arm doesn't have the obvious tight muscles, he won't laugh so happily, he can't hold me in circles without scruples in the big crowd.

I was put back on the ground, and the man in front of him leaned slightly towards me and lifted the mask with one hand. Tall nose bridge, big and bright eyes, long thick eyebrows, light gray eyes, like him! His height and figure are similar to him. However, his face was not as long and narrow as he was, and his skin was lighter than his wheaten color, and the corners of his mouth were curvy. My faintly disappeared loss was immediately overwhelmed by another burst of joy.

"Vishati!" This time, I changed him and hugged him. But why is he so tall?

When he let go, he saw that he had never closed his smiling mouth and said to me Nunu: "Ai Qing, the oil on your mouth is all rubbed on my clothes."

I just felt a little embarrassed to hold such a big guy, and immediately choked back with this sentence. This dead child has not changed!

"So, you have to invite me to dinner!" Before I could react, the skewers in my hand had been taken by him and returned to the hawker. Then I was pulled by him, and I didn't have time to mumble, wasting food! You are a bad guy!

I stared at the dishes in front of the dishes that looked quite like that. How long has it been since I ate Chinese food? How long have you seen white rice? In this era, rice was transported from the Han region, and it was a luxury to eat rice in the Western Regions. Looking at the furnishings here, I also got a box to sit in. I was stuffed with food in my mouth and whispered in my heart, really a prodigal!

He didn't eat too much, just staring at me all the time, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help. I saw hair in my heart, so I had to bow my head and eat violently. When a Chinese woman came in to deliver the food, he still held the smiling smile and thanked him. He saw the woman's face flushed and ran into the door when she exited.

Alas, I sigh. "Vishati, do you know that smiling like this will kill all the women in the world."

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows and leaned forward to me: "So, Ai Qing, what about you?"

The dead child, said this to me. I looked at his sunny and handsome face and swallowed: "Don't, my old arms and legs, let me live a few more years."

He laughed loudly. His smile is different from Roche. He laughed arrogantly, without fear. And Rosh's smile is always so calm.

"Ai Qing, you're a fairy, you won't grow old." He suddenly chuckled and said to me in a serious tone.

I opened my mouth and couldn't say anything. Alas, I told him myself, and he witnessed my sudden disappearance again. Knowing that he would come back, he should not sow such a bad reason in his young mind. Now, this young heart has been distorted by me for ten years, can it be pulled back?

"Ai Qing, when did you come back?"

"I..." I stayed for a while, my brain quickly turned: "Yesterday."

I don't want him to know that I have been here for almost three months. In that case, he will know that I have been with Roche. Rosh, I want to love him in my own way... protect him...

Then he asked where I lived, and I told him the name of the inn. He looked at me still filling rice in his mouth and asked impatiently, "How long will you have to eat?"

I froze: "Are you all right? So anxious?"

"Of course something." He returned to me seriously, "I'm going to help you carry your luggage."

"where to?"

"Of course it is the State Teacher's Mansion."

Fawsati followed me to the inn to check out. When I was packing up, he was seen by my little Nene. He even took my BRA and asked curiously what it was, causing me to make a big blush. Then he couldn't help but say that he carried my NORTHFACE, and threw a string of money to the shopkeeper in a dash of fashion. Alas, this bad guy!

As I approached the State Teacher's Mansion, I held Vishati with a sorrow: "Hey, how do you tell me about others? My appearance hasn't changed in ten years."

He stopped and turned his eyes a few times: "Well, then you are Ai Qing's niece. It's okay to call Xiao Ai Qing." I faint! Worthy of being brothers, the way of thinking is really like it.

"However, I will not hide my father." He looked serious on his face. "I never hide anything from my father."

Kumoroyan, that scholarly and elegant person. His words should be able to accept such a weird appearance.

I stared at everything in front of me. It's still my original room, the furnishings haven't changed at all, and there's even a copybook on the bedside that was made by Vishati Pom. He had to post it there at the time, but I couldn't help but only let him post one silently. The handwriting is crooked. I used to look at it and sighed, but now it is very kind.

"The room is cleaned every day, just wait for you to come back." A silky breath fell into my ears, itchy, and a warmth flowed in my heart.

"Come and show you something again." Before I was moved enough, he was dragged away. Alas, it's just as anxious as the hour.

I was pulled into his room. There are quite a few changes here. There are several swords hanging on the wall. You can see the craft of the scabbard to know that it is a good sword. A small bookcase, with a quick glance, almost all spit in Luo Wen and Sanskrit. I don’t understand Sanskrit, it’s probably a type of sutra. Thunder books are all about the art of war and war. The few Chinese documents are "Sunzi Art of War", "Han Feizi", "Warring States Policy" and the like.

I was looking at his room, watching him take out a frame-like thing carefully from the cabinet, and carefully uncover the cotton cloth wrapped around it to reveal a picture inside. My mouth is open, it's Doraemon, I gave him a New Year's gift! He actually framed it like a rare masterpiece!

I lifted my eyes to look at him and called out "Vishati..."

"Don't worry about crying your nose first, and what else." He turned out a book under his pillow and stuffed it into my arms. It was the Book of Songs. The leaf edge of the book was curled so badly that it was almost torn. "Which page do you want, and then test me."

I didn't turn the book and thought about it: "Will the "Drumming" in "Guo Feng? Bei Feng"?"

He grinned, his hands behind his back, paced, shook his head, and read in frustration in Chinese:

"Drumming and boring, eagerly using troops. I will travel south alone in the country.

From Sun Zizhong, Ping Chen and Song. I don’t think so, I’m worried.

Where do you live? Yuan mourning his horse? In pursuit of it? Under the forest.

The life and death agreement is broad, and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old together.

Yu Zangkuo, not me alive. Yu Zunxun, don't believe me. "

This is my favorite song in The Book of Songs. Vshatipah and I both speak Tyrannosaurus, unlike Rosh, who speaks Chinese. At first glance, Vishati recalled Chinese poems and listened to his weird pronunciation. I wanted to laugh, but I also felt sore in my nose.

"Remember, did you say that as soon as I recite the Book of Songs, you will come back?" I nodded, but I never thought I was just talking casually, but he took it seriously.

"In the first year, I memorized all the "Book of Songs", but you didn't come back. I thought, I didn't study well, so I memorized it again in the second year, but you still didn't come back. Every year at the beginning of the first month of the Chinese calendar Ten, I will go back to your room and recite the Book of Songs. After memorizing ten times, you are finally back..."

"Vishati..."

"Moved?"

I nodded, my nose was sour, and I couldn't hold it anymore.

"Then let me hug."

A bad wolf pounced on Little Red Riding Hood, and I quickly flashed off. The tears that I just wanted to gush out all over my stomach.

I went to see Kumoroyan that day. In ten years, his sons have grown to the most gorgeous age in life, but in ten years he has been severely cut by a knife. It turned out that Qingzhen's face was even thinner, and his hair was completely white. He would be in his fifties this year? However, he looks bad and coughs from time to time. But the light gray eyes embedded in the deep concave eye sockets, the eyes full of wisdom and life perception, seem to penetrate the heart. Suddenly the heart struck, Rosh's eyes looked like him.

Vishati, a hippie with a smiley face, was extremely respectful in front of her father, and he seriously talked to Jumoroyan in Sanskrit. Jomo Moro looked at me with surprise in his eyes from time to time, and it made me panic. However, until the end, he didn't say anything to my strange origin, so he gently asked me to stay in peace with the words of Tharto, and the people in the house would treat me with honorable guests. I guess it's not bad, the wisdom is like Kumoro, even if he can't understand my true identity, he will never burn me as a witch. No wonder he can have such two outstanding sons, and the brothers respect his father so much.

That night, I slept very sweetly in the room where I had lived for more than three months. Before going to bed, I wondered how Roche knew what I would do when I returned to Guoshi Mansion. Alas, I don't know what he is doing now. Will he think of me?

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About Su Muzhe: Su Muze's series of dances written in the article refer to the "Tianshan South-North Series"-"The Ancient Kingdom of the Turtles" that explores the ancient civilization of the lost western region. For the historical materials of the Kizil Grottoes, refer to "Exploring the Kizil Grottoes".