Peacock

"...Do you know why Chen Wumian was taken away by the police that day?"

Tang Ling was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "Yes."

"You know?" I slowly got up, "She told you? Have you ever heard her mention a person named Liu... Liu Pingyan!"

Tang Ling shook her head: "We're not that familiar."

"Then what else did she tell you?"

"She said that she has to learn to face up to everything now that she is being forced, and then she wants me to widen my dog's eyes earlier." Tang Ling thought for a while, "And she said that she still prefers to be in her teens if she admits it. This matter about me is too cruel for me, so I reluctantly put together the ones I like, and ask me to stop being sentimental."

At that time, I didn't understand what Chen Wumian's words meant, but I just thought it seemed so funny that Tangling repeated Chen Wumian's fiery words with a blank face.

I lay on Tang Ling's arm, and Tang Ling grabbed my back collar and pulled me out: "Hot."

After saying that, he got up and dragged in a big cardboard box from the balcony. When I looked over it, I saw three gray and old fan blades.

"Bring the screwdriver from the second drawer in the kitchen."

I nodded, and the moment I got up, I felt dizzy to the degree of psychedelic, and the first thing I did when I ran to the kitchen was to hold the sink and retch.

There is an illusion that the esophagus and trachea are constricted to twist together.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, I was a little unable to react. I just lay down on the table weakly, probably in a very funny posture.

Tangling pulled me up from behind: "Hands are so hot."

Then he reached out and touched my forehead, and frowned: "Don't you know that you have a fever?"

I thought to myself, I know, I know all too well.But I wanted to see you so much just now, and I also thought, if you have to take care of me because of a fever, everyone can naturally blur out those annoying words in Paris Blue, and blur out the self-righteous talk that only lasted more than ten hours Cold violence plan.

"I used to send you messages every day."

"But I didn't post it yesterday."

Tang Ling responded vaguely.

"Why didn't you take the initiative to look for me once? Don't you think it's strange?" I felt my brain burn and short-circuited, and I bit his arm. "What if I was hacked to death by Zhang Yong yesterday? Some of you will regret it." !"

Tangling didn't answer, just carried me back to the sofa.

He has few things in his house, but there is a lot of medicine. There are two layered medicine boxes under the cabinet. I watched him squatting and looking through medicines. It seems that he never takes care of others, and he still looks a little hectic when doing things.

So I squatted beside him, hugged his knees, and put on the fever-reducing patch that he had found and put aside.

"How did you make it like this?"

"I don't know." I said honestly, "It was so cold when I woke up, I kept shivering, and then I went to Blue Lotus in my coat, and Lao Xu looked at me as if I was mentally retarded."

I pulled the sweat-soaked short sleeves on my body: "I started to feel hot again in the afternoon..."

Tangling turned over a box of acetaminophen and came out, watching me swallow it: "Go to the hospital if it doesn't work later."

"No..." I said, "Sister Nurse is not as good-looking as you."

Tang Ling ignored me and led me to the bedroom: "It won't be uncomfortable after a while."

It's definitely not the first time I've been lying on this bed, but it's indeed the first time I've been lying so unscrupulously.

The bedroom fell into pure darkness, Tang Ling turned off the light.I saw Tang Ling was about to go out, and I reached out and grabbed the tail of his clothes like a muscle reflex, but I couldn't make any excuses, so I had to keep looking at him.

Half compromising, Tang Ling sat back on the edge of the bed and said in a low voice, go to sleep, I won't leave.

Suddenly curious, I whispered: "...Tang Ling, do you have a younger brother? Where are the other brothers and sisters?"

I didn't wait for Tang Ling to speak for a long time, and I seemed to hear Tang Ling humming before falling asleep in a daze.

Heartbroken Pema Bay.I also said that if he didn't have it, maybe I could choose a good day and auspicious day to make a sworn alliance with him in Taoyuan.

I was woken up by the squeaking of the fan.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the old fan that was still in dismembered state not long ago. It has become a complete body, and now it is shaking its head with difficulty, making a clicking sound every time it moves.

Tang Ling fell asleep leaning against the window next to the bed with her elbows folded, the wind blew his light golden pigtails upside down.There is a layer of glass between him and the rain curtain. It is probably midnight now, but the hot flashes of Baima have not stopped.

My body temperature seems to be higher than usual, but the feeling of soreness and fatigue is much lighter. When I saw that Tang Ling had changed my clothes, I was wearing his usual white short sleeves, and I was suddenly a little embarrassed.

I told the police that it was a lie that I was a very light sleeper, but Tang Ling was indeed a very light sleeper. I just got closer to him and he opened his eyes.

The black sleeveless Tang Ling was wearing was slightly stuck to his body because of the hot flashes, and he just leaned against the rain-hit window and looked at me with calm eyes.

She is slender, but has a wet sensuality dyed by the boundless heat, and has the most primitive and ambiguous sexual attraction.

I can only be sure that Tangling must have become the blueprint for my whole teenage dream.

It was rare for me to be speechless, I leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth in a daze, but I didn't reach out to touch him, because I felt that he was like a piece of ice smoked by heat, my whole body was so hot, no matter how much I touched him He, he will be gone.

Tang Ling looked down at me, her voice hoarse: "Are you still uncomfortable?"

"can not fall asleep?"

I leaned closer to him: "Have you installed the fan?"

Tang Ling replied: "You kept saying that you were hot when you were sleeping."

I thought to myself that this dying character might not be of much help.

A sharp flash flashed across the room, followed by thunder.

It was only then that I noticed that there were five or six Buddha statues on the shelf above Tangling's bedside table, each about two palms high, including Guanyin and Maitreya. They didn't look old, but they were all incomplete, without exception.

I asked curiously, "What are you buying these for?"

"They were thrown away by others."

I took a closer look at the Buddha statue with severed arms and body, and looked up at Tangling in puzzlement.

"There are still many in the back mountain of Nanputuo Temple, and they need to be cleaned regularly if they are put on the whole rock wall." Tang Ling looked at the row of Buddha statues and explained, "Some of them were seriously damaged, even the ones that were thrown in the abandoned Buddha mountain No qualifications."

"So you are distressed?"

"It's just a little funny." Tang Ling said with downcast eyes, "They went to the temple to invite the Buddha statue away, and they got their wish, and then sent the Buddha statue back under the banner of fulfilling their wish. It's not a thank you, maybe they just don't think they need it anymore It’s always like this, many people can pull their emotions out the moment their goals are achieved, and then naturally transfer to other places.”

"You actually brought them from Xiamen to Baima."

I thought about Tangling's suitcase when he came here, I could hear the crackling of porcelain and jade.

Tang Ling said: "The monks there also found it difficult to deal with these Buddha statues, so I said to help repair them. After repairing, they can put them back and continue to 'work'. Anyway, pilgrims use these Buddha statues as consumer goods, so they must be kept. Make the most of it."

"I have sent all the repaired ones to Baima's temple. These are not ready yet." Tang Ling held the bronze-like Guanyin at the top of the row, "This one is made of sapphire. No materials were found in Pema."

I touched the lotus seat with my hands: "Isn't this bronze? What is sapphire?"

"A type of Hetian jade."

I stared at Ding Tangling seriously: "Why do you know so much? Didn't you only study in college for more than one semester?"

He just said indifferently: "Someone in the family does this, and I've seen it a lot."

As if thinking of something, Tang Ling picked up the SLR camera on the bedside table and pulled up a photo: "It's a coincidence. At that time, I was collecting images for my homework, and I gave the abandoned Foshan Qingshi at the back mountain of Nanputuo Temple. I took photos of all 24 Buddha statues on the stage. When I was going down the mountain, there was a new round of cleaning, so I asked for a half-legged statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva that was about to be thrown away, and then spent a few days repairing his broken tin staff. Alright, send it back to the temple."

Tang Ling looked at the window quietly: "Then I saw that Buddha statue on the worship platform on the ferry to Baima."

I don't understand: "How can you be sure that this is the previous one?"

"Because I made a mistake." Tang Ling wrinkled her nose childishly, "I showed it to the teacher at that time, and he said that the tin rod in my reference book and the image of the tin rod that the statue was originally based on were not from the same dynasty background , became a donkey's head and a horse's mouth."

It turns out that chance coincidence is defined in this way.

After Tangling finished talking about this matter, I couldn't help but start to think, could everything in the world really be destined in the dark?Including me and him running to this unknown island in the south, including the fact that I met him.

These bodhisattvas accept the prayers of all living beings with pity and numbness, and they have tossed and bumped here, but they don't know where the end point is.

Seeing the long shadows of Buddha statues cast by lightning on the wall, I said vaguely, "They seem to be wandering."

After a while, I said in a low voice again: "Do gods and Buddhas have to learn to wander?"