Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

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My eyes gradually turned from fuzzy to clear, and when I saw a pair of big gray eyes with anxiety, I blinked and recognized Vrsartip in front.

"Great, you wake up!"

He wanted to hug me, but he touched my arm, a pain hit, and cold sweat came out of his forehead.

"I'm sorry, I always hurt you." He quickly put me down and looked at my arm carefully, "You can rest assured, I must cure you."

Looking around, it was actually my room in Guoshifu. Looking at his arm again, he was surrounded by layers and looked scary and swollen.

I asked him weakly what happened. It is a common thief in the Western Regions. When we saw that our team had only six men plus the driver, we attacked us. Vshatti and his four brethren are regular soldiers. With one block and four, the thieves saw that they could not succeed and fled. A few of them are okay, except that I am the most unlucky. It is a trifle to be hit by a stone on my head and a bag, but the original injured part of the hand was torn again. This joint is the most difficult to heal, and it is more serious now. .

Fashatib was angrily angry at the driver who jumped off the car to escape and wanted to take him to punish him. I was stopped. He is nothing more than a survival instinct.

The doctor in the palace came, carefully wrapped the gauze on my arm, and when the arm was fully exposed, I was stunned. If it is not my own arm, I must joke that this is red braised trotters. It has been infected by bacteria, and my arm will die if it continues to do so. God, why is this happening? This injury has been with me for nearly half a year, and I am not untreated, why is the healing ability so poor?

"Ai Qing, don't be afraid!" Fushati took my other hand, but his eyes showed an expression that was even more terrifying than me. "You wait, I'll go to the palace to get the best medicine."

Vrsati followed the doctor in a hurry, and I lay in bed thinking about it. what is the problem? Is it because I have been in and out of that machine too many times and was infected by radiation? Will my hand be useless?

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I finally sat up, unable to bear. Tell the waitress who is serving me that I can do it alone, and walk into Vrsati’s room with pain. He must have been in a very hidden place. I tapped lightly on the wall and turned into the bookcase. Only one left hand could move, and my speed couldn't be fast. I was in a hurry, not knowing when he would come back.

I squatted down on the bed and reached into it. As if I met a dark box, I was overjoyed and pulled the box out. It is an obscure rectangular box, about A8 paper size. Quickly open the box and suddenly petrochemical.

In a few strokes, a girl who smiled heartily was drawn into a fascinating, simple dress, clean and fresh face, that was me! It was drawn with my sketchbook and pencil.

Turning it over again, it was my bust with flexible eyes that seemed to fluctuate, and the most common silly smile I hung on the corner of my mouth. The next one is that I was riding on a camel, and it seemed like I hadn't sat down and was about to fall down. Next one, I slept on a few cases, with long hair falling and covering half of my face. Also, I made a strange movement, raised my head, and opened my mouth wide, thinking for a while, as if I was singing a children's song. Some of them are concentrating on reading, and they look serious and serious...

"Moved?"

I was terrified, the box overturned to the ground, and the paper was scattered all over.

Vshatti squatted down to pick up the paper, gathered it together, an unidentified smile hung on the corner of her mouth: "If you were told that I painted, would you fall in love with me?"

"I..." With a mouthful, my tears rolled uncontrollably, "Vasathi..."

He turned over one by one, his eyes fell on the painting, and smiled coldly: "Is the painting very vivid?"

The next few pictures show that the painting is not good, the brush strokes are jerky, and there are many traces of the eraser. My expression also looked rather stiff, not as flexible as the previous ones. He turned to the last few pictures, not my portraits. I understood at a glance, that is the portrait I painted for Roche. Like him in the picture, with a gentle smile, his left shoulder is bare and his body is thin. The painting is somewhat similar, but without the charm of his real person.

"I also hope that I painted." He still stared at the painting, but his hands were trembling. "That way, I can move you."

"Ai Qing, I was ten years old when I saw you, and I only spent three months with you. When I grew up, I only knew that I had met a fairy, but what a fairy looks like is really blurry. I only have you in my mind. Sing to me, the clear laughter when you were in the yard with my player's house, and the warmth in you."

He rolled the corners of the painting unconsciously, his eyes stunned: "You should guess who painted this. Seeing these paintings, those eyes are the pureness that I have never seen in other women in these years, and suddenly You in the memory become alive, and I can recall everything about you at once. You teach me rock paper scissors, you play me with soldiers and robbers in the yard, you make snowmen with me, you teach I carry those who do not, you sing me and sing me to sleep, everything is so clear. From then on I was thinking how good it would be if I could see you again."

"I stole this painting. He didn't dare to ask me to ask for it, but I knew he had been there several times. I used to look at these paintings throughout the year, and then I would be very angry. Why did he paint you It’s so expressive that I can’t help but want to see you again. I never heard that he has the talent to paint. It must be that he painted ten million times in his heart to draw such you.”

I shivered and stretched out my left hand to ask him for these paintings. He hesitated and handed it to me. I slowly turned over one by one, watching the brush strokes gradually change from jerky to the last one. No wonder he said that ten years ago, he had been guilty of vigilance for ten years. I unknowingly entered his heart until the deepest.

I can't even shed tears. The hole in my heart keeps expanding, and then expanding, my heart is completely lost.

"Ai Qing!" He suddenly supported my shoulders and shouted in horror: "What's wrong with you?"

What's wrong with me? A drop of red liquid fell and hit my smile in the painting. The silly innocent smile was covered with blood-red stickiness. Another drop fell on my eyes in the painting, covering the smart wave.

A hand reached me and wiped my upper lip helplessly. His fingers were stained with the dazzling blood-red liquid. He lifted his heavy head barely, and saw his horrified expression. I wanted to say that I was okay, with only one mouth and another blood-red liquid squirting out, like a little blooming flower, sprinkling all over my portrait in a showy manner. My body is getting heavier and heavier, everything in front of me is turned upside down, and he greets me fiercely, and everything is suddenly still.

Opening my eyes strenuously, I was still lying in my room. Vesatip's eyes were red and swollen, sitting beside me. Seeing me waking up, I kept asking cold and warm, some incoherent words.

I signaled to drink water, he immediately brought me warm water to feed me. Swallowed by the warm water, the whole body finally felt. I looked at him and didn't speak and didn't have the energy to speak.

"Ai Qing, don't look at me with this kind of eyes." He turned his head away and his voice choked. "From when you saw those paintings, I knew I had lost. In fact, I never won, you have always been It’s his, ten years ago."

He took a deep breath, shook his slightly trembling hands, and tried to calm down his chest: "He should come back soon, I have called someone to inform him."

I was startled, and I leaned back, but fell back in pain. He squeezed me quickly, with a stinging light in his eyes, and his throat was rising and falling on the slender neck: "When he comes back, I will go to Wang Ji and tell him to be vulgar. If he doesn't agree, I will use my fist he."

"No!" My voice sounded weak.

"Why not?" He leaned closer to my face, and the pain in his eyes was deeper. "Don't you love each other? Do you want to die and live without pain? If he really loves you, he shouldn't want that identity!" "

Tears crossed his face: "Vishati, it's too late..."

The bad wound on my arm, two inexplicable nosebleeds, and even vomiting blood, I have determined that my body was injured to some extent during the crossing. I don't know what the disease is, but I know I must go back, and I will go back as soon as possible. It may not be as simple as an arm injury. I smiled bitterly in my heart. Sure enough, there was a price to pay for changing history.

"Return that big bracelet to me." I said hard, "If you don't want me to die..."

"Ai Qing!" He hugged me and wept bitterly, "I'm not good, I forced to leave the fairy, I forgot, you don't belong here..."

He carefully put me back on the pillow, his deep sunken eyes filled with hot tears, and the corner of his mouth trembled: "I let you go back to heaven..."

Guizi rarely rains, especially in autumn. But on the last day of my life in Guizi, the rain silk floated up and down. The sky was dim and the cold was pressing, just like my sad state of mind. Vshatipah put all the people in the house on holiday, lest anyone be frightened by the disappearance of Mo Ming like me. My body is weak, and I can't put on a radiation suit with my left hand. Vrsati took the clothes to help me.

If it wasn't sick, my face must be so red that I dare not see anyone. It's the first time he has grown up so that he can serve boys and dress me so personally. I leaned into his powerful arms, and my face was hot, instructing him how to unzip those complicated zippers. He was clumsy, but he was very attentive. He put tight tights on his feet little by little, stopping from time to time to ask if it hurts.

His face is also red, but his eyes are endlessly sad, which makes people unbearable. When it is put on the arm, because the right hand is too swollen, it is difficult to stuff it in. I was cold and sweating, and he stopped immediately, holding my arm and sad again. I motioned for him to continue. He gritted his teeth and put on his sleeves, rubbing against the wound, and I almost collapsed in pain.

"I have never spent so long wearing clothes." I held back the pain and smiled at him.

He froze slightly, barely giving an unsightly smile: "This is the first time I have dressed a woman."

His eyes fell on the jade lion hanging on my neck, reaching for it: "Promise me, wear it all the time. In this way, maybe you can still think of me."

I nodded, and always felt that such a sad atmosphere was too sad, and said Ai Qing’s sign with a smirk: "Vishati, tell you that our school boys pursue the "Three Laws of Women" for girls."

He was really attracted, and asked with some curiosity: "What is "Three Laws"?"

I smiled and said in the lightest tone: "It's ‘the rabbit doesn’t eat the nest edge grass, the good horse doesn’t eat the grass, and there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world’.”

He was so angry and funny, he read it again and said to me jokingly: "Give you another chance, if not, then my good horse will never turn back to eat your little grass. "

I chuckled and caught the wound, tolerate it and continue to laugh. After so many days, I finally saw the original Vrsati.

He helped me put the Han suit that I had brought on the anti-radiation jacket and carried two big bags in front of me. "I still disagree with you carrying these two bags. Too heavy, your current body..."

"It doesn't matter, you just tie them to me."

He hugged me silently, and his movements were extremely soft, which was completely different from his usual.

He hugged for a long time, I had to be cruel: "I should go."

He let go of me slowly and turned to his head and asked in a soft voice: "Really not waiting for him? He should be almost there."

I shook my head. That night he asked me if I want him to be vulgar, even if I can ignore the history and let the future great translator Kumorosh disappear, but if I nod, where should I put him? He has his own firm and great ideals, and his outlook on life values. He has left this environment that he was familiar with since childhood, and has become a mortal man in reality. What can he do and adapt?

The ending in the fairy tale is always that the prince and princess live happily together. But after living together? Chai rice oil, salt, sauce and vinegar will soon wipe out his early novelties. He will slowly lose, will be at a loss, will lose the direction of life. No matter how good the love is, it can't make up for the torment of the broken spirit. Therefore, I cannot cruelly ask him to do that multiple choice question.

I am a realistic person, and I go back to save my life. Since he had to go anyway, since he wouldn’t make him a dilemma anyway, why bother and sadness? Seeing him, I have no confidence to hold it. Just walked away, maybe, the best way to say goodbye to me and him...

"When will I be back?"

"I don't know." He smiled helplessly, really don't know. After going back, what's wrong with your body? do not know. Will the research team keep me going? do not know. Even if you can wear it again, will you come back to this place of this era? do not know either. Too many, too many undetermined factors, too much chance, according to probability theory, the probability is almost zero. So, this life should never be seen again...

"The first is best not to meet each other, so you can not fall in love; the second is best not to know, so you can not fall in love..." I muttered the poem of the sixth Dalai Cangyang Jiacuo, the desolation in my heart made me instantly old After going to China for several years, I have left all my feelings here. What he took away was just a broken body without a heart...

"Ai Qing..." He hugged me again and lowered his head to kiss my forehead. There was no hint of heat on his lips, and it was a bit decisive. Then, he gently let me go and helped me to pull up the hood of the anti-radiation suit, cover the head, and closed the zipper. He slowly exited, staring at me momentarily at the door.

"Vishati!" I shouted at the moment the door closed, "Must be happy! Find a woman who loves you..."

"I will..." His shuddering voice floated through the door slit, "When you come back, you will see me live happily..."

Unscrew the button, the green light flashes, and the countdown starts. Looking around my room, I saw Vishati’s immature copybooks on the wall, and I saw a pile of Roche paintings in several cases. Vishati promised to return it to him. For me, this world is less than a minute away. I left, I hope I can forget...

In the moment of emptiness, it seems to hear a cry of tears, who is it? Calling me with such a sad voice? Why can't I see...