box of hearts

Chapter 164
Qingtian crushed and swallowed everything, without frowning again.

At the end of the evening, because he didn't want to bother Jingguo anymore, Qingtian even said and gestured that he could take care of himself, and asked her to go back to the room to rest.Jing Guo even talked and gestured, but she just refused, said that she was in a hurry, and simply forced Qing Tian into the bed, blew out the lamp, and curled up on the floor under the bed.

Qingtian was moved, and could only pay with two words: "Thank you."

Jing Guo laughed halfway, and returned two words: "Quick sleep."

Qingtian couldn't sleep, not only because of the pain in his hands.In the past few months in Shuyue Nunnery, although she was forced to work hard, she herself was willing to do this, she would rather keep moving, and when she closed her eyes, she would faint from exhaustion without thinking or doing anything. feel.But at this time, she lay on the bed for five or six days, and those sorrows, anger, pain, and despair that followed her all the way and chased her all the time... all smelled the fragility of her dying at the moment, like a group of hyenas swarming for food. Go up, tear open her heart and liver and peck at her five internal organs.Qingtian silently bleeds and hurts in the dark, allowing himself to be torn apart by these emotions, and then hollowed out.

It was about four watch days later that she really fell asleep, unconscious.But after a while, the dream came again, and it was still the sharp claws of the beast, pulling and scratching on her heart.Qingtian was so crushed that he couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, he pushed instinctively in a sleepy way, and suddenly heard something, he woke up suddenly, and the chill hit his bones.She opened her eyes and began to struggle violently.The person on top held her arm and continued to pant heavily, "What's there to be ashamed of? Don't be shy, I'll accompany you to have fun! How did the Prince Regent favor you, huh? Isn't that so, he is I don't like you so much..."

Indeed, it was Jinguo's voice, a half-baked, unpronounceable back-nasal sound.Qingtian was shrouded in a huge terror, gritted his teeth and shouted hoarsely: "Let go, let go! Let me go! Jingguo, let me go!"

Jingguo pressed her knees against her legs, kneading her breasts as if she wanted to take them off, "Stop thinking about those stinky men, follow me from now on! I really like you, as long as you are good to me, I will treat you well. Jinghui, you are so beautiful, so soft, so smooth..."

Those words came out of Jingguo's mouth, Qingtian could no longer hear them, her ears were filled with the buzzing sound of blood beating, her head twisted wildly, because she couldn't move anywhere except her head up.Qingtian was desperate, she opened her mouth and screamed.

The cry was so sharp and urgent that there was a rush of human voices immediately.Jingguo paused for a while in obscene movements, climbed off Qingtian's body, and also screamed loudly.Just as Qing Tian struggled to sit up, the door had already been kicked open, and three or five nuns holding lamps rushed in first, with some rain stars on their bald heads.Jing Guo ran directly to them, pointed at Qing Tian on the bed and spoke a series of words quickly.In his eagerness, Qingtian couldn't understand a word, but he understood that Jingguo was biting back.Before he could open his mouth to plead, the nunnery master rushed over.She looked around with a slender horse face, rushed forward and waved her hands and gave Qingtian two ears, "You bastard, why don't you put on your clothes quickly?" It was very standard Beijing dialect.

It was only then that Qingtian realized that the green cloth robe on his body had been torn off by Jingguo, and his two breasts stood up in the air tremblingly, like a pair of frightened bunnies, staring out bright red round eyes.She hastily pulled off the thin quilt to protect her body, trembling with anger.Needless to say, in Jingguo's mouth, she must have unbuttoned her clothes herself, coaxing him to drink water or urinate—whatever, to lure him to the bed and hug her, and invite him in an obscene manner.

Liaokong pointed at the bedding on the ground, and said sharply, "Jingguo, pack up your things and go back to your room. Such a shameless thing does not deserve your mercy!" Aomori's murderous magic wand pointed at the tip of Qingtian's nose, "Jingguo took good care of you, but you forced her to do such a shameless thing. The century-old temple was completely destroyed by a bastard like you. Amitabha, since there is still If you want to do something like this, don't lie in bed and pretend to be sick, get up early tomorrow morning to work. Come out with me."

The inside and outside of the door were already surrounded by nuns who watched the excitement. Hearing what the temple master said, they reluctantly scattered and retreated. Around Qingtian, in the pitch-black night, I emitted a green light that I was looking at.

Under the beast-like gaze, Qing Tian curled up in the corner of the bed by himself, trembling unceasingly.She has read a lot of Buddhist scriptures, the Three Jewels of Buddhism, Dharma and Sangha, but she only trusts the first two. The history of Buddhism is like the history of a country, and the books are full of disputes and cannibalism.Before she took refuge, she did not expect anything from the so-called "Buddhist disciples", and what they did to her later made her confirm her thoughts. This is just a group of women who are right and wrong and jealous, the only difference from a brothel That is, they are even more jealous and jealous.But Qingtian never imagined that the only person who was kind to her and sympathized with her had such dirty and ulterior motives!

The rain was softly ringing outside, and I thought again of these days and nights, feeding her, hugging her, wiping her feverish limbs and chest, and staring at her with a smile... Qingtian never had a trace of it again. The feeling of warmth, only the coldness and nausea that penetrated into the spinal cord.The wrapped right hand was stinging and throbbing, and the medicine juice in the stomach pushed upwards.Qingtian tilted his head and began to vomit.

11.
Before dawn, the door was kicked open again, and it fell into a pole with a "slap".There is a vegetable garden in the temple, which is fertilized by itself. This is the pole that was used to pick up the fat, and it emits a faint stench.Obviously, what Kong Kong said has taken effect, and Qingtian's sick leave has come to an end. This is her first job today.

Qingtian was as quick as anger, dressed and got out of bed, put on the coir raincoat, picked up the pole and went outside to hang buckets.Fortunately, the rain had lightened a lot, and it stopped after a while. When she finished watering the vegetable field, the sky had cleared up.While the other aunts were doing morning classes and eating breakfast, she went to the back mountain to collect firewood, and didn't come back until almost dusk. She ate two sticks of leftovers and continued to sweep the yard.She was unable to use her right hand, but was almost as flexible in her instrumental left hand, and even so, all the work was done much more slowly than usual.It was easy to finish, and the evening class was over there.Liaokong sent a trusted aunt to spread the word, telling Qingtian to clean all the floors of the Daxiong Hall.

Qingtian had no intention of resisting, and went to the main hall with water.The hall was extremely dirty, with black footprints and mud everywhere.Qingtian was so tired that he didn't even have the energy to think about whether this was deliberately punishing her again, so he forced all his energy to deal with these cold bricks.The knee hurts in no time, the skin under the thin material is worn out, one hand is holding the rag, and every time it is twisted, the other elbow has to be clamped, and after several times, half of the body is covered in black water Thoroughly understand.As soon as it was wiped clean, several pairs of feet came out of nowhere and stepped on it. The nuns put their hands on their chests, and their tongues were flying up and down. ", "Niang Niangweiwei", "Naibaizai" and other strange words continued one after another, causing laughter one after another.The underground Qingtian did not respond, and continued to push up and pull down the rag in his hand.The rag was trampled on by a foot wearing mille-soled leather interlining shoes. It was a nun who could speak some Beijing accents, and she simply said to her: "Yo, what's new about this, haven't you heard of it? People That Chen Guang is the hottest prostitute in the capital. She changes a man every night, so she has to sleep alone all day. It’s not easy to dig in a place like ours. How can she survive? Don’t mention that Jingguo is a woman, just a cow. Put it on the bone, I think she also pushed away the pair of tits, and climbed up naked!"

Louder laughter.Qing Tian let go of the hand that was still holding the rag, straightened his hunched waist, rubbed his wet forearm against his sweaty face, and leaned against the bucket beside him to rest his breath.Until the foot kicked the rag away contemptuously, she grabbed it and continued to wipe.

The nuns continued talking and laughing for a long time, seeing that Qingtian was still unmoved, and they themselves felt that it was not very interesting, so they dispersed in twos and threes.After they left, just like before they came, the lacquer Amitabha in the middle of the main hall stood like a vow seal with his right hand, and a lotus platform in his left hand as his chest, looking down on one of the suffering beings.Qing Tian, ​​who was kneeling at the foot of the giant statue, never cast his eyes upwards, but repeated the monotonous scrubbing movements with his body and eyes calmly, as if he was trying hard to erase some invisible dirt because he was unable to erase the invisible dirt in the world. visible.

It was already the second watch after wiping the entire hall, and everyone except her had fallen asleep.Qingshan cold trees, leakage forever night deep.She dragged her numb body back to her room step by step, but when she opened the door, she took half a step back.

The stench rushed out, because of the darkness, Qingtian couldn't see anything clearly, but he guessed something.She began to tremble uncontrollably again, fumbled to light the small lamp on the table, and held it up to shine out: a narrow Zen bed in the corner of the room, the pillows, mattresses and quilts were all drenched with rotting manure used as fertilizer It's clear.Even under such poor light, one can see the black and yellow black and yellow one after another, drying up and forming scabs.

(End of this chapter)