mud buddha

Benoit was recuperating in bed, so Nibel called a servant and planned to go to the city to pick out jewels.He cut the collar into pieces with scissors and threw it into the kitchen stove.

The broken leather is slowly curled, shrunk, and carbonized in the fire.Leather burns much slower than firewood.The tongue of fire was licking bit by bit, and the skin gave off the smell of burnt eggs.In the ashes, only the red-hot metal button remained, flickering like a red butterfly.

The servant who came over after changing his clothes was called Charlie. He was tall and thin, and looked quite smart.He was wearing gray-blue civilian clothes, rumpled and a little too baggy, making him look like a clothesline on a clothesline.Due to too many freckles on his face, his complexion is a bit dull, and his short blond hair looks like it has been chewed by a dog.Nibel was impressed with him because he was good at gagging and had some flair for humor.

"The carriage is ready. Do you need a wheelchair today? Don't worry, if you need it, when you come back from this trip, I will make sure that the soles of your shoes won't even get a speck of dust."

"You pushed me?" He shot Charlie sideways.

"Although I know you're expecting something different from a wheelchair pusher, I'm kind of an expert at that. Sometimes you have to admit that getting what you want is the most unrealistic dream of an adult."

"If I say one sentence, you can have ten sentences, right?" Nibel was hurt by his words, and felt that it was not worth fighting with a servant, not to mention that he was quite funny when he talked, and sometimes his sense of humor often stepped on offense The bottom line hovers.

"Don't worry, sir, I will lock my mouth as firmly as the gate of a castle when I go out this time."

"You better be."

"Except if someone knocks on the door." Charlie smiled and helped Nibel to the door. When he narrowed his eyes, the freckles on his face became more conspicuous. It felt like a face had grown on the freckles.To Nibel, who couldn't see clearly, Charlie's face was like a blurred cloud.

After getting into the carriage, Charlie took the wheelchair with him, even though Niebel said he didn't need it.He was about to start a long speech, but as soon as Nibel saw him open his mouth, he quickly raised his hand to stop him, and reluctantly allowed him to take the wheelchair.

"Where are we going, sir?" asked the coachman.

"To the Heinz Jewelry Court."

Today the weather is fine and the sun is shining brightly. On the country road, a large carriage is driving steadily. The horse in front is handsome and has strong limbs.

George was working in the fields again, and this time Charlotte was with him.Having lost their cattle in the winter, Charlotte and Amy rushed to help in order not to miss the opportunity of planting.

"It would be nice to have a bite of veal and a cider in this weather."

"Yes, it's best to simmer for half an hour with Aunt Amy's special sauce, until it's crispy and soft—" Knowing that the Georges and Mrs. George didn't want her to really call her parents, Charlotte called her uncle.

"Add some pickles, not to mention how delicious it is!" George answered.Amy supported her waist and asked George to work quickly, not to fantasize with Charlotte.

"Don't get caught up in his dreaminess," she told Charlotte.

"This car belongs to Mr. Guy's family!" George saw the carriage in the distance, pointing and shouting: "We must thank him very much! The last time I saw him was here—Charlotte, he also He is your half-benefactor. If it weren't for him, your medical expenses at that time would not have been covered."

Charlotte's originally smiling face cooled down, and she watched the carriage approaching very stiffly.George had begun waving in that direction, calling out, "Mr. Guy—good morning—"

The carriage passed by them, slowed down, and the curtain was lifted, revealing a gentle face.There was nothing wrong with that face, and it was more punctual than those leading actors in the theater.But if you take a closer look, you can find his dull eyes, with eye waves flowing in vain, but no focal length.

The man smiled slightly, nodded to them, and the pockmarked face next to him came over and waved to George: "Good morning, old man!"

"You are?" George carefully recalled the last time he placed Guy's house, but he had never seen this pockmark.

"Yesterday I was talking to Allen, the one who opened the door for you. I was in the kitchen and you didn't see me."

"Oh! I'm fine! I hope your master is fine too! This must be his friend, and he's also very handsome!"

"Thank you." Nibel laughed and waved his hands: "Goodbye, ladies, and this gentleman."

After they left, Amy covered her heart: "He's more handsome than any actor I've ever seen! He's so gentle, I don't know if he's married or not. It's a pity, those eyes must have delayed a lot of things."

"I don't know what's wrong these days. Well-meaning people always have some shortcomings. Mr. Guy is not in good health, and this gentleman is blind." George sighed and said, "I suddenly feel that we are very lucky, at least in good health. .”

"What are you talking about!" Amy pushed George

Charlotte didn't speak, she lowered her eyes, and when she looked closely, she could see that her shoulders were trembling slightly.However, her face was very calm, neither sad nor frightened. To be precise, she seemed to have given up something, just like the blood that flowed between her legs that day, she looked very determined.

She sighed: "maybe he did something wrong. There is always a price for doing something wrong."

Amy glanced at her in surprise, but she didn't answer, but changed the subject subtly.

Nibel sat in the carriage and asked Charlie who those people were.

"It's the couple who came yesterday." He gave Nibel a brief explanation.

Last night Benoit asked him if he knew a woman with black hair and brown eyes, after receiving the couple.He couldn't see very well, just the figures of a squat farmer and two ladies.One of the women was quite muscular, the other slender.

If you ask him if he recognizes her, only Mrs. Mill fits the description best in his memory.When I saw Mrs. Mir last time, that woman was already crazy, but this woman I met this time was very calm, like a normal person.

"Sir, it will be a while on the road. Would you like to rest first?" Charlie found a blanket out of nowhere: "This is what the young master usually covers."

The blanket was white and very light, probably stuffed with goose down, fluffy like a cloud.Although Nibel was not too tired, he did not resist resting, so he covered the blanket and leaned against the back of the chair.

He could smell the faint scent of incense on the blanket, which was the same as the incense commonly used in the carriage, it was a very gentle and lingering floral scent.

Although the coachman tried his best to drive smoothly, the carriage was always bumpy.Nibel fell into a drowsy sleep with a jolt, in a light, half-dream, half-awake state.

The whole field is divided into two halves by this wider road, and there are some small paths that farmers walk out in the field, which divide the farmland into small pieces.

The carriage drove all the way along the road in the middle, and when it reached the end, there was the Arnis Forest full of oak trees.Charlie opened the curtain a slit, careful not to let the light leak in and disturb Nibel's rest, and looked out with all his attention.

He seldom went out, and took care of Benoit in the castle when he was a child, and he was kept in the castle after Benoit left.There are not many opportunities to go to the city, and he cherishes this journey very much.He has always only heard about the glamor and luxury in the city from other people's mouths, so this time he made up his mind to experience it.

A road has also been built in the forest, which is mainly used by workers who transport timber.The carriage quickly drove out of the forest, and soon arrived in the city.Charlie patted Nibel lightly to wake him up.

"Is it there?" Nibel rubbed his eyes.

"We'll be there soon, master, put on your coat first, or you'll be cold when you get off the car soon."

"There is no difference between the city and Psyche, is it colder in the city?"

"Well, the city is a cold life of petty bourgeoisie, with ruthless capitalists."

Nibel laughed at the inexplicable remark: "You have to know that one of these ruthless capitalists is right in front of you."

"Then it's over. It will be even colder in the city after you arrive." Charlie clasped his hands together and bowed in the direction of the city, showing a guilty look.