Chapter 27: : Let's splash water

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On the last day of Su Muzhe, I was not awakened by the big radish crouching in front of me, but the suona and the faint laughter from outside brought me back to reality from the dream of watching the sunrise with Rosh .
"Ai Qing, I have never seen a woman who likes to sleep like you. Get up, today is Su Muzhe's most lively day."
I hummed, still closing my eyes, and really wanted to go back to my dream. Rosh and I were the only ones who could hold hands without fear in our dreams.
"You can't get up anymore, I want to hold you up."
I snapped and got up immediately.
I went out with a mask from Vrsati and I just dumbfounded when I opened the gate of Guoshi Mansion. The ground is full of water, and people walking on the road have wet clothes, and they don't care.
"This is..."
"Come, let me show you first. The last day of Su Muzhe, the most interesting..." The sound of music rang again on the corner of the street, and Vshatipah pulled me up and hurried towards the direction of the music.
A flatbed car was slowly moving, sitting on a few suonas. A large wooden barrel filled with water, two young men scooping water, splashing the water over the pedestrians, and yelling in his mouth, "The plentiful year has come, the plague will destroy the disaster." Every door is open, there is a bucket of water in front of it, and some people are splashing water on the people on the flatbed. Everyone who drenched the water, although wearing a mask, couldn't see the expression, but they must have been laughing, and there was a lot of laughter on the street. I was so excited that I saw the Songkran Festival 1,650 years ago.
The daikon dexterously avoided a spoonful of water, but caught the pond fish and splashed my skirt. "Go, Ai Qing!" He was caught by the radish, and he jumped cheerfully in his eyes, "Let's splash water!"
He dragged me back to Guoshi Mansion again. There was a decorated horse-drawn flatbed in the yard, and a large bucket of water was on the car. He greeted him, and a young guy happily got into the car and drove the horse, and two people came up to play suona. He helped me into the car, and then jumped on his own, with a smart posture. After getting in the car, he gave me a spoon and shouted "Go!" while driving. The carriage started, and suona sounded, and we went to the street and splashed water in the sound of the beep.
I also experienced the Thai New Year-Songgan Festival in Thailand, which is the familiar Songkran Festival. That day, there were people holding water guns all over the streets of Bangkok, pick-up trucks on the road, the music was at its loudest, young men and women kept pouring water from large plastic buckets to pedestrians. When there is a crowded place, stop to fight a water fight. Sometimes it goes side by side with the bus and just splashes into the bus. The splashed man threw water on his face, happy. But I just watched as a bystander all the time. Although it was also splashed, there were also a group of Thai people who didn’t know. I ran in front of me and painted a white powder on my face, but it was never like this time. Integrate yourself into it.
Along the way, there were people who splashed water. We splashed on the people on the street, and they splashed on us. When the carriage meets, the two carriages will stop to fight a water battle first, and they still speak auspiciously. At first I was pretty gentle, just scoop a little water on people and just say something. Later, I was thrown too much, my body was wet, and I also got rid of, greeted others with big spoons, and then left and right to avoid the bright guns. It is summer now, and the weather in Guizi is dry again, and the water splashes on him, so there is nothing uncomfortable. Instead, the sweat was washed away. I screamed loudly and never played so happy. There are people on the street holding water guns made of wooden barrels and pushing the piston, they can hit the water column far away. Someone fired a shot at me, and I hid, but I did not stand firm on the swaying carriage and fell to the side.
I did not fall off the carriage, but fell into a steaming embrace. His light gray eyes were close at hand, his eyes glanced at me, and his feet were seen from the beginning. I suddenly realized that my clothes were clinging to my body, and the word commonly used in romance was "curvy." I can’t see anything but the eyes, but I can imagine what this big radish will look like now. My face was a little hot, but fortunately I was wearing a mask and quickly struggled to get up. He didn’t eat my tofu as usual this time, just stared at me slowly and sighed: "Ai Qing, your chest is too small..."
A tablespoon of water dripped from his head. Of course I can't compare with that group of turtles.
"However, I heard that more rubbing can be bigger."
The second spoonful of water served him.
He fell and fell his head, and his maroon curls were wet on his forehead, adding another sentence without fear of death: "I can help..."
The water is not working anymore. I rushed straight up and strangled him, so as not to stay in the world and harm people.
The carriage slowly walked around the city, and our water quickly ran out. Vrsatip asked the carriage to stop, and he and the boys moved the empty bucket down to fetch water from the tributary of the Tongchang River that flowed through Wangcheng. I jumped out of the car and helped them scoop water. Vshatipah had just played crazy than anyone else, soaked all over her body, the thin summer clothes stuck to her body, the tight muscles in it were revealed, and the inverted triangle behind was even more obvious.
This man, watching me stare at him staring blankly, leaned into my ear and whispered, "Don't look at it this way, there is time to go back."
I blushed with nowhere to hide, and immediately waited for him with a spoonful of water. He evaded flexibly, and an innocent person behind him was victimized...
The man's clothes were originally dry, but now I was soaked in water, hiding a little awkwardly. He was tall and thin, wearing a moon-white tunic and a robe, and wearing a lion mask. He had an indescribable airy temperament. Even among so many people, he seemed lonely. My heart was beating wildly, and I hurriedly looked into his eyes, but he had already turned away. I wanted to chase and was caught by Vrsati. Suddenly stunned, I shook my head gently. It must be an illusion, how could he come? Besides, the man obviously had a brownish shawl hair. But why am I sad to see such a lonely figure? Even Fusati's humor didn't have the energy to respond.
The carriage moved forward again, and the inn where I used to live was passing by...
We finally returned to the State Teacher's Mansion. Vishati still hadn't played enough, and yelled that he would go again. It's been crazy all day, this guy is really fun.
When I entered the door, I felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, and the servants seemed a little serious. A maroon monk's clothes, a lonely, tall, thin figure standing in the courtyard, staring at the sky in the courtyard. Hearing our voice, turning around, the wind is light...
At that moment, my eyes got wet. Rosh, how long have I not seen you? It was so long that I thought it was a long life.
His eyes twitched around me. The blush floated across the cheek. I was still drenched, and I didn't care much in front of Vrsati. Under his eyes, I was a little heartbeat and a little hot. The face lowered involuntarily.
The mask on my face was uncovered, and radish claws were put on my shoulders again: "Brother, who do you want to see? It's Ai Qing, our fairy. After ten years of disappearance, I finally came back."
Rosh raised his eyes and looked at me. A little surprised, quickly disappeared. To me, folded my hands together and calmly bowed: "Rosh meets Master."
He treated me in front of his brother in such a formal way. I was a little confused, not knowing how to respond, staring at him staring.
"Go change your clothes, look at you, soaked, beware of the cold." For the first time, Vishati spoke to me in such an indulgent tone. I looked at Rosh awkwardly, but his eyes were not surprised. No expression.
I was irritated for no reason at all, and felt that the hand that Vrsati put on me seemed to have thorns on it, and stabbed me to fall off angrily, and walked quickly towards the room.
He heard Vishati ridicule behind her: "Women, love to lose your temper for no reason..."
Rosh interrupted him suddenly with a stern tone: "You also changed your clothes and waited in your father's room. I have something to say."
I changed my clothes and walked in the courtyard with my wet hair. The two brothers are now in their father's room, and I don't know what Rosh is going to tell them. My heart is still messy, why is he here today? Is his Theravada master Pan Dado still there with him?
Uneasy, the door of Jumoroyan opened, and Vishati came out pale, seeing me, approaching silently, and cuddling me into her arms. I gritted my teeth, and this time I must not let him succeed. I never want Rosh to see such a situation.
"Ai Qing!" Po Fatih forced me to struggle, and his voice choked: "Mother, she... passed away..."
For a moment in my heart, I forgot to struggle. It turned out that he came back to inform his family... Eyes raised and saw him standing on the steps in front of his father's door. The sky was dark, and the dim light enveloped him, drawing a lonely arc.
"Princess, your room has been cleaned." Kumaroyan made all the servants in the family call Rosh the grand prince, even if Rosh was already a magi in the famous Western Region. The father did this to remind his son: Does he still have a secular identity at home?
He nodded slightly and went down the steps to his room, ignoring Vladimir and I in the middle of the courtyard. When I passed by, I saw his mouth squeezed, his eyes cold, as if everything in the world was nothing to do with him. My heart twisted, and the tears came down in pain, and I tried my best to break away from Vishati's restraint.
"Ai Qing, what's the matter?" Vishpatti seemed to be messing up, patting me on the back, "I am very happy that you will cry for me. But, don't cry, please..."
I dropped his hand, rushed back to the room, and plugged in the door pin.
"Ai Qing, open the door." Fushati was patting the door. I ignored it and just buried my head in the blanket. When I am depressed, I will ostrich once, allowing myself to torture myself overnight, and then, the next day, another day. All unhappiness is thrown away, and there are no barriers in the world. However, I still did not want to understand, why did I cry?
"Crying for my mother is not worth it."
Ok? I got out of the blanket and saw Vshatti crouching in front of me. He entered my room and never seemed to walk through the main entrance.
At this moment, he has an expression on my face that I have never seen before, a little sad, a little bit of resentment, a little...pain...
"Mother has never cared about this family. In her heart, she has only practiced to relieve herself and enter the world of Elysium. From then on, she will not reincarnate." He chuckled and his chest undulated. Is it better than having a husband and children?"
He bit the corner of his mouth and took a deep breath: "Even the son, she has only the elder brother in her eyes, without me. She gave birth to me, but just gave her father an explanation before she decided to go out, let me pass on the blood and perform her The last responsibility in the dunya. So, she took her elder brother out of the house and left me to inherit the family lineage. In the past 21 years, I have seen her a few times? My father missed her so much, what did she do for her father? Can becoming a Buddha really make people feel indifferent?"
He stood up suddenly, his waist straight, and said aloud: "Everyone wants to become a Buddha, but I don't want it. The price of becoming a Buddha is to abandon all sentiments in this world. If I become a Buddha, would I be happy? I would rather fall in Abi hell, don't suppress yourself in this world. Life is only a few decades, the next life, I don't want to be a person, as long as this life, as I think, do what I want, whether it is a pig or a dog or a fly. "
I froze and forgot to cry. He has never told me such an inner word. In his game world, his cynicism, deep in his heart, is it a rebellion against his mother to abandon his family? Is it despair about the post-death world portrayed by Buddhism?
"There is a gap between life and earth, like Baiju, suddenly, that's all." I dropped the blanket and stood behind him, said softly, "Vishati, cherish this world, there is nothing wrong with it."
The whole person shuddered slightly and turned to look at me fixedly: "Ai Qing, don't you think I'm out of touch?"
Everyone believes in Buddhism so deeply and everyone draws a beautiful dream for his afterlife. His thoughts are really shocking.
"The waters are flat, and each flows from east to south. From life to life, An Nengxing sighs and sits back." Thinking of Bao Zhao's poems, he sighed, "Vishati, what you think and do, In my opinion, I just want to catch my eyes and have fun in time. It's just that you have no love in your game like this, where can you be happy?"
"In my heart... Is there no love?" He murmured, his eyes confused for a moment.
"Maybe, it's just that you never know what love is! You don't dare to admit that you actually love your mother. Just because you love her, I want to know whether her hug is warm, and whether she cares about her family or not, is jealous of your brother. Only with more care will she resist the relief she seeks."
"Ai Qing!" There was a gleam of light in his eyes, and he whispered to me, "You said, does my mother love me?"
"Of course! There are no parents who don't love their children. She doesn't love you, she just loves in her own way, and you don't feel it, or don't expect as much as you expect. When you become a father yourself , Naturally they can understand their thoughts."
He was silent and his eyes started to turn red. In fact, he is still a big child longing for maternal love.
That night, for the first time, he spoke to me in such a serious tone, without moving his feet, without a hippie smile. When he left, there was a solemn expression, which was totally different from him. I turned off the oil lamp in the room early and sat in front of the window staring at the opposite room. His long and slender figure would sway across the window from time to time. Although it was not clear, it caused me a heartbeat. I stared like this until the lights in his room went out. In the dark, I have a lot of thoughts and I can't calm down.
Su Muzhe is over.
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Regarding the Songkran Festival: Su Mu covered with masks, splashing water, and hip-hop are historical facts. Su Muzhe spread to Japan, still wearing a suit, wearing a mask, splashing water with a water sac, still popular in Japanese folk.