Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

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I woke up early in the morning and saw him sitting in front of my bed. I'm already surprised, no matter how noisy he is next to him, since I've been a bit lazy for a long time, I get up reluctantly. He walked into the yard in the clothes he sent and saw him wearing a light green tunic. His figure is really awesome, put it in modern times, it's just a violent act to not be an idol star. However, what he wore today and what I wore was really like a couple. When he saw me, he whistled first, then turned around me again, giving me beauty. As a result, this guy asked me something that made me sad: "Why don't you put on makeup? And your jewelry?"

He even gave me a set of make-up utensils with his clothes yesterday. I have packed it up and intend to take it back to the 21st century as evidence to study how ancient women put on makeup. As for jewelry, I don’t have one at all, and if it is, it will be collected as a cultural relic. The headdress of women in the Han Dynasty is the simplest, and it is sufficient to pick out a sister's head with a bun. Every day I do this clear soup noodles, it doesn’t bother anyone, and why should I be put on a big radish stand in front of the bronze mirror today to force me to put on makeup. The worst part is that I won’t use those ancient things, so the big radish waved his hand and went into battle.

I was forced to make him play on my face, the cold in my heart, oh my god, how much lead should I absorb today?

Finally, I looked at the bronze mirror, and I almost didn't smile. My eyebrows are almost the same as that of Zhang Fei in Peking Opera. The two ruins are like Wu Junru's matchmaker. The **** mouth will make children have nightmares. Oh my god, it's like a flower in Zhou Xingxing's drama. Hurry to fly out and wash your face so that not too many people will hit you.

After finishing cleaning, he made up his mind when he came back. If he asked me to put on makeup again, I wouldn’t go on the street today, although I still look forward to Su Muzhe on the sixth day.

He didn't force me anymore, there was never a blush on his face. I turned around him in turns, is that his face that hasn't been broken for thousands of years?

When I arrived on the street, I saw today that there are young men and women, not wearing masks, all dressed up and showing off, and there are many pairs of hand-in-hand wearing couples. I understand that Su Muzhe's sixth day is the Valentine's Day of the Turtle version. Then I found that many women looked at me with his clothes and his hand that would never fall off my shoulder. I said that he was so good. He sent me clothes to dress me up. It turned out that I was being used as a shield to offend people for no reason. I angrily attempted to break away the devil's claws one hundred and one times. As a result, alas, needless to say, it was the same as the previous hundred.

A pair of lovers gathered in front of the stage on the central square, and they were all very excited. I looked around strangely, as if there were no professional dancers. Is it a mass participation activity today?

"This is a duet competition, where a man and a woman come to the stage to sing love songs, scoring according to the content, performance and singing level of the love song. The winning couple will be the best couple this year. Look, the prize is there."

I looked in his hand, and there were two boxes on a high platform, which should be jade-like things. Far away, you can't see the specific shape.

He sighed heavily: "Ai Qing, a lot of women want to sing to me. For you, I have refused. I have been thinking about the prize for a long time..." He looked at the prize and showed what he wanted.

"Come!" I pulled him up and walked to the podium.

"Ai Qing, I am very happy that you took the initiative to pull me for the first time. However, can you tell me what are you doing?"

"Help you win prizes." I smiled secretly at him, "Reward you for dancing so beautifully yesterday."

After registering, I pulled him aside and sang to him in Chinese. He smiled straight and was despised by me: "Seriously, this is a game."

He finally stopped laughing, listened carefully to my singing, and then translated into spitting. Although the tune is simple, he can translate it so quickly, and it still rhymes. Listening to me sing again, he can basically sing a voodoo version. I was shocked secretly. He is actually very smart. Even without his brother's talent, IQ is still much higher than ordinary people, but it is usually too hippy to smile, let people ignore his IQ.

We rehearsed a few times to see if there were no loopholes, and then came to power in the presence of the host.

I stood on both sides of the stage with him. He walked on the street, then saw me and turned around with admiration. I am a shy person, eager to go, he wants to stop, I hide, he sang behind me:

"Hey ~ what water surface is fighting, hey hey you. What water surface rises tall, hey hey hey. What water surface holds parasol, what water surface is whiteheaded. Hey hey hey ~ hey ~, what water surface holds parasol, what There are white heads on the water."

His voice was loud and full of energy. Unexpectedly, he danced so well and sang so charmingly. I set my nerves and looked back at him, revealing a shy expression, using my singing voice at karaoke to respond in a clear voice:

"Hey~ the ducks are fighting on the water, hey hey. The big ship rises on the water, hey hey. The lotus leaves support the parasol, the mandarin ducks have white heads. Hey hey hey~ Hey, the lotus leaves support the parasol , Mandarin ducks have white heads on the water."

He was overjoyed and wanted to come forward and take my hand, but I turned around and escaped. Staring at his eyes, I sang around again and again:

"Hey~why don't you talk, you hey hey. What a noisy chatter, hey hey. What do you have no feet to walk, what do you have to walk a thousand homes. Hey hey hey~Hey~, what have feet If you don’t walk, why don’t you walk a thousand houses without feet?”

I scratched my head while singing him, and my face was confused. He opened his hands to me again, and asked my sister not to show so many difficult problems. These movements did not exist during the rehearsal. He improvised, but did not pretend, which promoted the development of the plot. This guy really has a talent for acting. Looking at his serious expression, I almost couldn't sing with laughter.

I finished singing, but he didn't take it immediately, but he walked a serious step, thinking hard, making the audience think he was stumped, and secretly anxious for him. Finally, he suddenly realized that he was happy, knocked his palm, and turned to sing to me:

"Hey~ Bodhisattva has a mouth and doesn't talk, hey hey. You can't make a gong without a mouth, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey. The rich man doesn't walk with his feet, and the copper money walks thousands of houses. Hey, hey, hey~ Hey, the rich man has If you don’t walk on your feet, you can’t walk through thousands of homes without money."

The audience immediately applauded and applauded him, and the atmosphere was completely mobilized by him. In the midst of everyone's emotional upsurge, I finally shyly replied that he wouldn't take the hand he took from me. Under his affectionate gaze, we sing together:

"Sing when you want to sing, and go to the river if you want to catch fish,

You take the Penny and I take the net, which river you support. "

He changed from holding my hand to embracing my waist, resting my head on my shoulder, and there was sweetness in the song that was so greasy that we couldn’t get away, and then we ended at the climax, posing a Titanic thirst quenching and screw classic POSE, caused a sensation in the audience. In the flowers and applause, I stabbed him secretly, but I was still held firmly by him. Hey, I should have warned him if I knew it. I can't eat my tofu at this opportunity.

This is the antithesis in "Liu Sanjie". Originally, there were any papaya, banana, pineapple and grapefruit in the original lyrics, which were all subtropical fruits. It is estimated that I have not seen it before, but I deleted it.

Being first is inevitable. The judges commented that the style is unique, the lyrics are interesting, the performance is in place, and the singing voice is first-rate. The pair of prizes were indeed good things, and they were flawless Shangtian Hotan sheep fat white jade. The carving process was very exquisite. A pair of lions come to life. It is a symbol of Guizi. In modern times, no one can buy it. Vesatip hung the lioness on her neck, and hung the male lion on my neck indiscriminately, as if she had never seen such a good baby.

That whole day, he hung that greasy smile, and caused many crushes to hit the pillar. He always said "Hey~" to me. At that time, in Yangshuo West Street, the most concentrated place for tourists, almost all bars and restaurants will repeatedly release "Sister Liu". Every day in Yangshuo, the sound of "Hey~ what..." floated in his ears, even after returning home for a few days, I would hum unconsciously-"Hey~" He still hums all day long I sang and made my ears cocoon. I can't stand it anymore. If I warn him to sing again, I will go back alone and stop watching the next show, and finally shut him up.

In the evening, he slipped into my room as usual. This time, he didn't mention any topic that made me blush. I just kept entangled in making me sing the songs I had sang to him before. He still has impressions of some songs and will hum along with me. When I sang "Kiss My Baby", I remembered the situation of singing this song to Roche. Then I found out that I really missed him and thought about it, and I thought about it all together...

My voice was dumb, and my eyes were confused. I couldn't resist it and was embraced in a warm and powerful embrace. I really regretted that I was too lazy to teach women self-defense at school and didn't go to school. Wu is not good, I have to use the text.

"Vishati, why do you always like to hold me?"

"Because you have a very good smell, it's very fragrant." His nose rubbed against my neck like a puppy, making me tickle to laugh. I raised my arm and smelled it myself, what's the fragrance? I don’t have a modern shampoo, shower gel, lotion, or makeup. I use the pancreas that I usually use in the bath.

"Unlike those women, there is always a smell on my body. I don't want to touch them like this kind of woman." He took another deep breath and said with satisfaction: "It's better to smell Ai Qing."

I suddenly realized. It turned out that the bad smell he said was body odor. I remember that Chen Yinque had a special article on "Hu Hu and Hu Shi", saying, "The so-called body odor, the earliest name should be Hu Hu, this refers specifically to the physique of the Hu people in the Western Regions, and it was named after the Xi Hu race. Long after the race was confused with the ethnic lineage of the Chinese people, even among the Chinese, there was this smelly person, and Su still used the name of Hu, and it was appropriate to doubt it. It was changed because of its resemblance to the spirit of the wild fox. 'For' fox' carries on." Most modern westerners also have body odors. I always feel that their eating habits are different from those of the Orientals. They are formed mainly from bloodless meat and have been formed for a long time. And the Oriental yellow races rarely have body odor, no wonder that Vrsati likes rubbing on me so much. I chilled again, but fortunately neither of their brothers had this taste...

"Also, you are warm..."

"Nonsense!" I pushed him, "I am human, of course, warm."

"But my mother is cold." He let go of me and slowly paced himself, looking up at the copybook he posted on the wall. "From my memory, my mother’s memory is that my father took me to see her in the temple after a while. She was wearing that nasty clothes. She saw her father cold and saw me cold. Even the one behind her My father told me to call his elder brother also cold."

"I never told my father that I actually hate going to the temple to see my mother and my elder brother. Later they went on a study tour for four years. Finally, I don't have to see those cold people. I'm happy in my heart."

"However, I remember when they returned to China, you cried very sad holding your mother."

"That's for my father." He shifted his eyes from the copybook to me and said with a sneer: "Father wants me to like my mother. As long as the father is happy, I will do it. Although I don't understand, it's so cold. The two people, why did his father miss so much."

I was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, when he was ten years old, he would play like that to please his father. However, it is also inevitable to think about it. In his heart, his father was his relative who grew up with him. The mother and brother were separated from him by an unbreakable membrane.

"That was the first time I held my mother. I also wanted to know what it was like to be held by my mother. However, she was cold. I hated her for being so cold, just like her people. Since then, I will never I don’t want to hug my mother."

A trace of sorrow appeared on his face, which looked like Roche. After all, brothers, no emotion, the blood is the same.

"But you are different. Holding you when you are ten years old, you feel so warm and totally different from holding your mother. At that time, I like to hold you very much." He stretched his arms and stirred me into his arms again. , A slight sigh touched my neck. "Hugging you ten years later still reminds me of the warmth that year."

I was hugged this time, and I didn't struggle like I used to. The woman's natural motherhood makes me unbearable to refuse to warm him at such times. He actually lacks maternal love. When the senior woman pursued her ideals, did she ever think that it would hurt her children? She should have loved the brothers, but is such love considered abnormal?

Let him hold for a while, I think I still have to explain to him. Even if these intimate moves are his subconscious desire for maternal love, but I can not replace the role of mother after all. He is now spoiled by those women who love him, and it is estimated that he never thinks how I feel. However, this ambiguous move, I can not let it go on. In particular, I absolutely do not want to be seen by Roche. Although he did not have any verbal commitments with Rosh, he was regarded as the only one in the bottom of my heart.

Sigh, I break him. "Vishati, you have grown up now. There is a Chinese saying that men and women don't accept each other. It means that men and women can't be too intimate. This is etiquette. So, don't hug me. Men have such frivolous behavior."

"Don't you like it?" Seeing me nodded solemnly, he sighed and let go of me, "I thought that all women like to be held by me."

"That's because they love you. The two people who love each other like physical contact."

"Then..." He suddenly approached me, interrogated my face with those beautiful eyes, and asked softly, "Do you love me?"

"Don't love." My answer was also neat: "You are my brother. Don't forget, I'm three years older than you."

"But you are a fairy, and I will be older than you in a few years. When I am old, you will not be old."

Ugh! This is the "fairy" problem. What should I explain in order to lie to a 100% perfection?

"Vishati..."

A strange light flashed in his eyes, and quickly interrupted me: "Well, since you don't like it, I won't hold you when it's okay." Then, it returned to the same wave that hasn't changed for years, "But, Is it OK to hold something?" Alas, after a few minutes, I returned to the prototype. Still lifeless.

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The antithesis in "Liu Sanjie" deleted by Ai Qing is:

"What results in a hug, what results in a heart, what results in a comb, what results in a fish scale.

Papaya results in a mother's neck, banana results in a heart, grapefruit results in a comb, and pineapple results in a fish scale. "