"Brother Yejia, I want that lotus pod...you pick it for me..."
"Yejia, here again, you are here again... I don't know why you chant scriptures and worship Buddha every day, and you hate it so much..."
"Die Yejia, your name is so ugly. Change it, change it... It seems like you will be a monk at birth... I don't like it..."
...
Her name for him was gradual, from Brother Yejia to Yejia, to Dead Yejia and so on - but the word "Dead Yejia" is rarely used unless it is extremely occasionally, secretly
, when she gets angry.
On the eve of his adult coronation, he was busy preparing his new robe and preparing for a debate, but she sneaked over and insisted that he accompany her out for a walk. After walking out for a while, she said nothing again.
She didn't say anything urgent when she asked.
After asking three times in a row, she replied contemptuously to his three words "Dead Yejia", and then ran away.
At that time, he never knew why she was angry.
At that time, he never knew why she didn't congratulate and bless herself like others. Even the gifts she gave him were very vicious clay dolls: a clay sculpture with one arm cut off from it.
Buddha.
...
His thoughts drifted far and wide, with sweetness and relief. She was so silent that she began to get angry again.
"Yejia... Why don't you speak? Do you also dislike me for not being a woman?"
Her lips were flat, and she was about to cry. But there was a smile between her eyebrows, and she used her hands to pull his eyebrows, not thinking about adding insult to his pain.
"Yejia, if you dare to dislike me, I will kill you immediately."
He smiled, his breath was so weak.
"Miaolian... am I in a dream?"
"right."
"I often dream of this kind... I dream of you coming to me every day... I had wanted to leave long ago, but I was afraid that if you came out, I wouldn't find anyone..."
She still stared at him, her voice extremely gentle: "You will continue to do this dream and will never wake up again..."
"Well... I don't want to wake up either... I think dreaming is so good... Miaolian... Dreaming is such a good thing..."
His intermittent voice stopped and slowly fell into a sleep.
After a long time, he has never slept so hard and so sweetly.