Born to haggard my heart

Kai asked: "Where are you going?" I pointed there, and he said: "Look for yourself, I will go to the curator myself. Be careful." I nodded and the two separated.

Following the mysterious power, I came to a large glass cabinet. In the center of the cabinet was a Buddha statue with a bun on the head, a square face, delicate features, two ears hanging down the shoulders, two eyes looking straight, wearing a cassock, with the palm of the left hand facing upwards, placed on the lap , with his right arm bent at the elbow, his fingers shaped like orchids, and he is sitting on a lotus throne in lotus position.

The expression is lifelike, the bearing is unrestrained, the overall shape is smooth, and the figure is huge.Like a real person sitting there.

I was shocked by the appearance of a statue of a Chinese Buddha in a Nordic museum. He is completely out of tune with the aura here.

I pressed my hand on the glass, feeling his own information through the glass.

He seemed to be telling: On a dark and windy night of the month, he was stolen from the temple in his hometown by some villains, and he wandered here several times.The loneliness of living alone overseas, thinking about the motherland day and night, the misery that no one understands.

I seem to see tears streaming down his eyes.

Looking at him, I seem to see myself, the loneliness in my heart, the endless longing, and the instant connection with him!

I saw a handsome monk sitting here!This is a real gilt bronze Buddha!

I surrounded him and observed him carefully. On the base of his back, engraved in traditional Chinese characters: Qingfeng, Guangdong, a certain village

I was watching carefully when Kai and the curator also came. Seeing that I was so interested in this Buddha statue, Kai smiled: "We really have a good understanding, do you like it?"

I nod. Kai and the curator chattered a lot of words again, with happy expressions on both sides, shook hands, and said goodbye.

I pointed to the Buddha statue, and he smiled: "It's ours."

I was relieved, and when I turned around, I seemed to see Monk Qingfeng smiling and waving goodbye.

Looking for a place to eat, I took out a notepad and wrote a few words: "Monk Qingfeng. The real body is gilded and bronze Buddha"

He looked at me in surprise: "How do you know it's the real body?" I just nodded.

He thought about it: "It's possible! The eminent monks in the Ming and Qing Dynasties used ashes to make Buddha statues. They also used real bodies to make Buddha statues. We'll find out after taking X-rays. If so, we'll pick them up." Big leak." He was a little excited.

Also wrote: Do you know it was stolen?

He was surprised again: "Stolen?"

I nodded again, wrote the address again, and went to ask.

"I'll get my staff at home, call, no, let them go and do a field trip," he said.

He also wrote: Since it was stolen from our China, why should we spend money to buy it back?

He looked at me, a little helpless: "Bai Bai, the world is like this, knowing that it is our property, knowing that it is stolen, but the international procedures for retrieving cultural relics are very long and tedious.

You need to prove that when did this cultural relic belong to you?how come?Do you have a photo?Do you have a file?Did you call the police after you lost it?Did you report *police* for *report? TMD is like proving your mom is your mom! "

The dish came, and it was a plate of stuffed beef. He recommended: "Try it, it's sure to taste like you. The meat is raw. I told them to put less seasoning. Your tongue is sensitive."

After saying this, he unconsciously pursed his lips and smiled, as if reminiscing about something sweet.Looking at me again, the seriousness in my eyes when I talked about the studio just now was a little more gentle.

I dug a little with a carved silver spoon and tasted it. Sure enough, it is different from domestic beef. It has no taste of feed, but is full of natural taste. level, nodded, and made a gesture of praise.

With loving eyes, he said, "Eat more if it tastes good, you don't like much."

On the way back, I wrote again: "What are you going to do with the Buddha statue?"

"Such a big one, put it in the museum first."

"Can you let him go back to his hometown?"

He looked at me, hesitant, I know this request is a little too much, after all, he has been chasing this thing for a long time, and he has spent a lot of effort, time and money.

He took my hand, looked at it, stroked it, and said, "Bai Bai, you are simple and kind. This world is ugly and sinister. I don't want you to be wronged."

This seems to have nothing to do with the Buddha statue. "If this is the result you want, I will verify all the facts, go through all the procedures, and let him return to his hometown."

My heart trembled.Withdrawing the handwritten words: Thank you, immeasurable merits belong to you

He smiled: "I don't care for any merit, I just want you." He took my hand again, with an emerald ring on it: "Don't ever take her down, okay?"

My heart constricts, I can't do it.

In this place far away from my homeland, the distance has not been reduced by half, and the pain of longing makes me miss An Feifei even more.

I miss the shrimp he grilled and the rice he cooked.

Kai's request, I can't do it.But he did such a big thing for me again, I will not make any demands on him in the future, but now, how do I face the growing guilt towards him?

The car was parked in the yard in front of the hotel, and there was white snow everywhere. I got out of the car and couldn't face the oppressive Kai in the car. He chased me, grabbed me, and faced him face to face.

The snowflakes in the sky touched each other's hair, eyes, and eyebrows: "You can't do it, can you?"

I nodded, my eyes moistened.

He sighed, and gently took me into his arms: "I really want to know who hurt me so badly, punished myself like this, didn't say a word, and cried every day, right? Can you forget him?" raised my tearful face and asked

I can not do it.

His lips kissed my teary eyes, the bridge of my nose, and my lips: "I said, if you cry again, I will kiss you until there is no one else in your heart but me."

The white snowflakes from the sky fell one after another, his sensual and warm lips and the cold snowflakes fell on my face together, but the misery in my heart could not be melted by his kiss.