That temple that person

"Wait, wait," I yelled in fear, "It's not good to do this!"

"It's a good thing to do."

"But, but I'm afraid of pain." I was trembling all over, and my hands groped in vain in the void, but I touched a solid chest.As if my hand had been scalded, I retracted abruptly, but was suddenly held firmly by him.His hands touched my hand all the way up, and he held my trembling shoulders tightly, and his tone was very gentle: "Don't be afraid, I will be very gentle with you."

"I, I, I, I'd better stop doing this." I groped for the head of the bed and stood up, feeling like I was going to rush to the door.My waist tightened suddenly, and a strong force pulled me back. My dark world swayed twice, and the back of my head hit the hard pillow with a "boom", causing me to grin my teeth in pain.The man held me tightly and began to gasp due to the force: "Give up, benefactor, resistance is useless."

I writhed on the bed like a snake, swearing to the death: "No!" The man said again: "If you keep doing this, the poor monk will have to tie you up."

He stabbed deeply and mercilessly, blood flowed out, my tears flowed down, and I cried, "It hurts! I hurt! Slow down! I beg you!"

He has never been so ruthless as he is now: "This matter can't be slow." I grabbed the corner of the quilt tightly and shouted: "I tell you to stop!" His tone was mixed with forbearance and tension: "The poor monk is It’s the first time, it’s inevitable that some... benefactor, bear with me.” I cried, “But it’s also my first time! How can you be so cruel!”

"Crack".The sound of something breaking in your mouth.The little ghost came in to interrupt again, sounding like he was gnashing his teeth: "Hmph, just get acupuncture and put on a show!"

I knew that this little ghost dog couldn’t spit out ivory, and I finally found my own bad taste in the pain: “What’s your business if I pretend to be? It’s the first time I’m in such pain, because it’s also the first time for your senior brother. experience."

"Shut up!" The brat frowned.I'm glad I'm temporarily blind, so I don't have to face that terrifying expression. I wanted to say "you know a lot", but the simple monk has already started to self-examine, and his tone is full of guilt: I didn’t do it well the first time as a benefactor, but I will do it well in the future.” My face turned red and white, and I couldn’t help feeling guilty, and I heard him say to the little novice: “I want to crack sunflower seeds, don’t drop them. It's on the ground."

He pricked my forehead back and forth, with many needles, like a villain.I slowly became numb, and flicked the upright silver needles with my fingers, the man apologized in my ear: "I have wronged the benefactor." I grinned: "Do you think I look like a brush now? "The man said: "Don't worry, benefactor, after a few hours of piercing every day, with the help of medicine, you can recover your eyesight."

This time the footsteps were a bit heavy, I cleared my throat and said loudly: "Master, you don't have to feel guilty, I gave it to you for the first time, and the master gave it to me, it's fair."

I heard footsteps staggering, as if I was about to fall.The great monk walked over in a hurry, and it took me a long time to hear an old voice, with a vain air: "These two baskets of potatoes are donated to the temple as incense money." The old man's lips seemed to tremble twice like dead leaves, There was an awkward silence.I was also very embarrassed, so I just lay there pretending to be a dead body, and the little monk's voice came later, gruffly: "Brother, let's go eat."

I really didn't expect that that little devil is so old that he is actually responsible for the food in the temple.I thought of his short stature, and imagined him standing on the bench stretching his arms and neck and wielding a shovel to reach the pot. I almost burst into tears of laughter.After thinking about it, this kid looked at me like a scourge, maybe he showed a dark smile in the dark kitchen, and then took out a bag of blood-sealed throat-clogging powder and poured it into the soup, no one was around.In the weird smoke, he stirred it with a spoon, and stared at me gloomily through the fog, his eyes were bloodshot: See if I don't kill you!

I immediately shuddered.The monk said to me tenderly: "You can't see the almsgiver, and the poor monk will feed you."

I yelled like a madman: "No no no no no! I won't drink it! It's poisonous! I won't drink it!"

He was still very gentle: "It's not poisonous, it's life-saving."

Between half-belief and half-doubt, my stomach was rumbling.A strange wind came from nowhere, stirred the dining table twice, and sent the aroma straight into my nose.I greedily sucked it twice, and suddenly felt that even the strength to refuse disappeared without a trace, I licked my lips: "Okay." After speaking, a bitter medicine juice poured into my mouth.

I was shocked: "This is not soup!" The man was a little embarrassed: "Drink the medicine first, and then eat. But I am afraid that the benefactor will not drink the medicine after eating." I shrank with bitterness and stuck out my tongue. Make gag under the table.The kid, who was silent for a long time without speaking, finally laughed sinisterly: "This medicine is made from cockroaches mixed with boy's urine." I finally vomited a puddle of acidic water.Suddenly he heard the man put down the chopsticks, and his footsteps hurried to nowhere.

After a while, he came back again, stuffed a bag of things into my palm, and said, "This is candied fruit."

After a few days, I got used to being woken up every day. Drinking medicine is like drinking water, and I drink it generously. The monk asked me why I didn’t eat candied fruit.At this time, the little ghost is confident: I still owe the last consultation fee!

It is midsummer, and the sun shines on the earth.The monk pulled me out of bed and led me around the temple.I heard him describe in my ears how blue the sky is, how green the grass is, how fragrant the flowers are, how clear the stream is, and my ears are filled with the tidal chirping of cicadas.The summer wind is warm and intoxicating.His voice is like a clear spring, always trickling in my darkness.

He kept holding my hand.I said to myself: They are all men, I am blind again.

I wanted to pretend I didn't care, but my hands trembled unconsciously.He asked me if I felt cold, and I shook my head with sweat on my face, and said, "It's not cold, not at all." He was a little worried, so I said, "I want to go shopping for a while to get familiar with the environment. He was still worried: "The benefactor is still ill." Somehow, I stiffened my mouth: "Go for a while, I don't want to go back. If I become blind like this in the future, I won't be able to hide in bed for the rest of my life." He smiled somehow Yes, the warm smile as light as a feather tickled my heart for a while.

He took me around a few more times, and those invisible things gradually came to life under his description.My hands became more and more disobedient for some reason, and I gradually stopped listening to what he said later, because my mind was glued to my palms that were gradually sweating: My hands are sweating, will he Will you find me disgusting?I wanted to withdraw my hand, but felt that it was too deliberate.Besides, after I wipe my own hand, do I need to hold his hand again?Thinking of this made me sweat more frequently.

When I came back to my senses, he was pointing at something and said to me: "Look, this is Lagerstroemia indica, there are white ones and some pink ones, they are really beautiful, waiting for the donor..." The warm hot wind blew again, I heard the rustling sound in my ears, like the tide of the sea.A piece of gauze gently covers my face, I can't smell the fragrance of flowers, only the sandalwood on the tip of my nose seems to be there: "Flower, it fell on you."

My heart suddenly started beating violently, almost jumping out of my chest, and I heard him say: "Almsgiver, you don't look well, this poor monk will take you back."

That night, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.I covered my ears, only to realize that those voices came from my heart, repeating, repeating over and over again: "Flower, it fell on you."

The warm sunlight finally fell on me again.I waited and waited, but for the first time, I didn't wait for him to stab me.Thinking about it, I feel that I have become a habit of masochism, which is crazy.Wanting to sleep back into the cage, but found that he couldn't sleep anymore, so he could only curse secretly.

I am already very familiar with the route in the temple back and forth, but I didn't hear his voice after turning around, so I was very puzzled.Slowly pacing to the vicinity of the kitchen, I suddenly heard a chaotic sound from the kitchen, hurried footsteps rushed out of it, and suddenly stopped, I heard someone on the other side shout in shock:

"Someone?"

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