Crocs suceurs de sang

Chapitre 8

Ye You dared not laugh and could only hold it in.

Xianjing got up.

Xian Shiyu's attitude had clearly improved; she probably hadn't enjoyed sleeping on the floor last night. "After dinner, let Jingjing accompany you for a walk," she said, giving him a meaningful look.

Han Mei smiled, and Xian Jing's face was very red, as red as the kiss mark on Ye You's neck, a small strawberry flower.

Ye You quickly went inside and changed into a turtleneck sweater, which finally covered her up. She also took out a piece of clothing, which surprised Xian Jing. It looked familiar; it was decorated with snowflakes, had a lemon-yellow collar, and a white base.

When was it bought?

Ye You said casually, "Change your clothes. Didn't you say you'd come with me to Dengfeng today?"

Dengfeng, Mount Song, has been known since ancient times for its martial arts origins from Shaolin.

After a bumpy, dilapidated ride, they arrived at the mountain gate close to noon. The gate wasn't large, but it was crowded with people. The stone lions at the entrance sighed at the passage of time. Many things are more beautiful in imagination than in reality. Ye You was somewhat disappointed. Xian Jing took out a tissue from her bag and helped Ye You wipe her sweat. "Let's go in. Since we're here."

Tickets cost eighty yuan for two people. Ye You sighed, "I ran away from home once when I was very young, and my dream was to visit this place. Later, my mother caught me, and after twenty years, I finally saw Shaolin Temple."

Xian Jing smiled brightly, "So cute."

If a man is willing to share stories from his childhood with you, it proves he likes you. Except when he's drunk.

From a distance, the Sixth Patriarch Hall appears majestic and solemn. This is a sacred site of Mahayana Buddhism, where the Bodhi tree provides shade and all beings find peace. "The body is the Bodhi tree, the mind a clear mirror. Constantly wipe it clean, lest dust settle." Inside the hall are enshrined Bodhisattvas Mahasthamaprapta, Manjushri, Avalokiteshvara, Samantabhadra, and Ksitigarbha. An elderly monk strikes a wooden fish drum; the loose threads on his robe indicate its age, and he appears drowsy.

Ye You went in, with Xian Jing following closely behind.

“This lady, please stand outside the door.” Monk Qingxu of the West Hall stopped striking the wooden fish.

Ye You asked, "We bought tickets, why aren't we allowed in?"

Qingxu walked up to Xianjing, put his hands together, and said, "Please speak to me, benefactor."

Xianjing walked outside the hall.

“You have karmic debts to repay, so it is not auspicious for you to burn incense and worship Buddha today. Well done, please leave.” Qingxu withdrew.

Ye You called to Xian Jing, "Come here, what is he talking about?"

Xian Jing said, "My head hurts a lot. I'll wait for you at the main gate. Come out after you've finished watching."

Ye You thought, "That's fine too."

"Does your head still hurt?" Ye You asked as she ran out of the temple ten minutes later.

"Much better, you're done with the tour? How come you're here so fast?" Xian Jing thought of the red lacquered box in her bag, and felt as if a needle was pricking her stomach every two seconds.

"It's no fun without you." Ye You pointed to her stomach. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat vegetarian food. There's a vegetarian restaurant up ahead."

It's meaningless without you. Seeing beautiful scenery alone is just a futile experience.

That evening, Xian Shiyu wore the sweater Ye You had given her, making her look much younger. Clothes make the man, and gold plating makes the Buddha—that's absolutely true. Han Mei looked at Ye You, thinking how handsome this boy was; she wished her child with Xian Jing would resemble him.

After dinner, the family sat on the sofa watching TV. It was a movie about police catching robbers, and the gang leader mysteriously told his heavily made-up mistress, "I'm only telling you this, don't let anyone else know."

Ye You couldn't help but say, "Haha, we TV viewers all know about this."

Han Mei couldn't help but laugh and asked Xian Jing, "Where did you find this guy?"

Xian Shiyu's tense face finally relaxed. It's better to have a daughter; at least you can have a son.

Xianjing was smiling when her expression suddenly turned pale, and she rushed into the bathroom. Perhaps the vegetables at that vegetarian restaurant had pesticide residue that hadn't been washed properly; she was experiencing excruciating abdominal pain.

"I have diarrhea," Xian Jing thought. She regretted not bringing a copy of Reader's Digest before coming in.

After I finished, I glanced inside (many people do this subconsciously), and what I saw almost made me faint. The toilet was full of worms. Under the light, the flesh-colored worms, as thick as a thumb, were writhing wildly. Covered in blood, they struggled in pain, intertwined with each other, their slime mixed together indistinguishably.

Unable to call out, Xianjing leaned against the wall. How could this be?

As soon as I flushed the toilet, the insects floated to the surface, blocking the toilet bowl. As the water level dropped, more and more insects appeared. Several tried to crawl, but the toilet bowl was slippery, and they kept falling back down.

.

Ye You knocked on the bathroom door, "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing," Xian Jing said, suppressing the acid churning in her stomach.

She pressed the flush button again, picked up the rusty iron rod her mother had kept in the bathroom to unclog the drain, and as the water surged up again, Xianjing closed her eyes and forcefully shoved it into the drain. Some insects were cut into pieces, wriggling as they were flushed down with the water, while a few that crawled up the iron rod were violently flung away from Xianjing's hand.

I lost count of how many times I flushed, until the last worm went down the drain, until the last pool of murky water became clear.

Xianjing's arms ached, so she put the iron rod aside, washed her hands, looked in the mirror, and her eyes were terribly red.

(fourteen)

After having diarrhea, feeling weak and powerless, and remembering the worms from last night, Xianjing had no appetite at noon and sat on the bed refusing to eat.

Ye You walked over with a bowl of millet porridge. "If you eat this, you won't need to eat lunch."

"I don't want to eat anything." Xian Jing's face was pale and her eyes were red. The insects were a sign that disaster was about to strike.

"Be good, open your mouth and say, ah~~~" Ye You demonstrated by opening her mouth very wide.

"Ahhhhhh" Xian Jing laughed and fed herself a mouthful of porridge.

After feeding her, she lay down on the bed. Ye You stayed by her side, holding her hand. He suddenly felt a responsibility to cherish her. He waited until Xian Jing started breathing evenly, then tucked her in, gently walked to the living room, and turned down the TV volume.

Xian Jing slept until the afternoon, feeling much better. She opened the door and saw Xian Shiyu arguing with Ye You. Her head throbbed, and she walked into the living room.

It turned out the two were playing chess, and the argument was because Xian Shiyu took back a move.

“Once a move is made, there’s no going back, boss.” Ye You said stubbornly.

"Well, you didn't say that you couldn't take back your moves."

Xianjing walked over and said, "Can't you let Dad have a turn?"

When Han Mei returned from grocery shopping, she saw the three of them sitting around a chessboard and said to Ye You, "Don't play chess with him. He's a notorious player who takes back his moves, and he has no sportsmanship when it comes to chess."

Xian Shiyu said aggrievedly, "Then one more plate is fine."

During the meal, Xian Jing had a good appetite. Ye You seemed to feel wronged that she hadn't gone out during the day. "I feel much better. Let's go for a walk later."

"Great, great." Ye You put down her chopsticks. "That's exactly what I was thinking."

Xian Shiyu said, "That game of chess isn't finished yet."

Before he could finish speaking, the table shook slightly.

Xian Shiyu immediately added, "Take a walk, take a walk after meals, and you'll live to ninety-nine."

Ye You looked at Xian Shiyu with guilt. Last night, because of him, Xian Shiyu was kicked off the bed and slept on the floor. Today, she was kicked again because of him. Judging from the frequency of the table's vibration, the kick was quite hard.

Han Mei said, "A new amusement park just opened nearby, come back early."

I put down my chopsticks and went outside. The setting sun had already succumbed to the night, and the dark clouds surrendered to the stars. I looked up and counted the stars, palm to palm, gazing at each other, and wandered aimlessly.

The brightly lit area ahead must be the newly opened amusement park that Han Mei mentioned. The two walked forward, and at the ticket window, a young boy said impatiently, "It's closed. Come back tomorrow. Now you can only leave, not enter."

"We just want to go in and take a look." Ye You took out five hundred-yuan bills.

The boy looked around, then sized up the two of them, and quickly stuffed the money into his pants.

"Why don't you put it in your pocket?" Xianjing asked curiously.

"Our company policy requires ticket sellers to sew their pockets shut, there's nowhere to put the money." The boy winked at the security guard at the door, and the door opened.

Ye You leaned closer and whispered in Xian Jing's ear, "It's turned into stinking money."

Xian Jing was both amused and exasperated. "You're a scoundrel."

Most of the machines were shut down, but all of them were back on after making money. Ye You rode the bumper cars, Ferris wheel, roller coaster, and parasitic rides in turn. She particularly enjoyed Xian Jing's unrestrained screaming; it was exhilarating.

It turns out that romance, like military and political affairs, needs to be based on economics.

There's a carousel! Xianjing ran over excitedly, "It's the kind that goes left and right in the movies."

She didn't look twenty-seven; she seemed only seven. Ye You stood to the side, watching the dazzling lights illuminate Xian Jing's face, falling in love with her unreserved smile at that moment. The music was beautiful; meeting you was the most beautiful accident. The carousel running in place made people forget their pain. No matter how long I can stay with you, at least I can let you imagine flying with me...

When she went back, Xianjing said, "I need to stay with my parents alone for a week. You can go back now."

No. Ye You refused to be separated.

I knew I shouldn't have brought you. Xian Jing was somewhat annoyed but didn't know how to explain.

"We're not going back." Ye You stopped in her tracks. "We came together, so we should go back together."

If you don't go back, we'll break up.

Okay, I meant I'm going back. Ye You saw that she wasn't joking, so he said, "I'll go back tomorrow."

The next day, when they sent Ye You back to Beijing, the airport announcements urged him three times before he finally left, looking like a child leaving his mother, feeling wronged and heartbroken. Seeing his innocent expression, Xian Jing turned her face away and said, "Let's go."

As we stepped out of the airport, a sandstorm began. A little girl, holding her father's hand, shouted towards the sky, "Look, an airplane, an airplane, an airplane..."

Xianjing patted the red lacquered box in her bag and muttered to herself, "Don't worry, I'll take you home tomorrow."

(fifteen)

Xianjing felt a little guilty because she couldn't give her parents more time.

Before leaving, Xian Jing covered herself with a white silk scarf, looking like a mysterious Loulan woman. The good thing about the sandstorm was that she could wear a beautiful silk scarf. Her long hair danced in the wind. "Don't see me off. I'm just going to visit a friend. I'll call you when I get back to Beijing."

Xian Shiyu thought for a moment, "Jingjing, actually that kid is not bad either, make the most of him."

Xianjing nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. Where in the world are there people closer than parents?

The plane landed at Mianyang South Suburb Airport. Xian Jing had never been to Sichuan before, and her deepest impressions of it were nothing more than Sichuan cuisine and the face-changing Sichuan opera.

An Zhu's call came as expected; her college sweetheart, Tang Zhou, was coming to pick up Xian Jing. Tang Zhou had pursued her from freshman to senior year, but all his efforts were in vain, and Shi Lei had snatched her away, all because Shi Lei had acted first.

To win someone's heart, you must first win their body. Shi Lei put this theory into practice, and practice proved the theory to be correct. (Please do not imitate.)

An Zhu and Tang Zhou still maintain contact, albeit only occasionally, while Tang Zhou is now the father of two children.

"Why don't I see him? What does he look like? He didn't call me either," Xianjing said, looking around.

"He's very tall, you can tell at a glance, and he's both tall and ugly." Anzhu didn't get up until noon, it was Saturday.

"Why bother others?" Xianjing asked, puzzled.

“I haven’t seen him in many years either. Could you go and see him for me? Besides, you’re all alone in another city. It would be helpful if you knew someone there in case something happened.” Although An Zhu was usually carefree, she was quite thoughtful when it came to important matters.

"Oh, I see." Xianjing hung up the phone.

Ugly is one thing, but tall too? That's unforgivable. — This was the first thing An Zhu said to Tang Zhou when they met many years ago. Women, to some extent, look down on the men who pursue them, but they are willing to be humble and lowly towards the one they like.

"Not ugly at all," Xianjing saw a tall man holding up a piece of paper that read "Welcome Ms. Xianjing" neatly.