He could still hear Chinese in a foreign country, Luo Qianqian was as happy as seeing his relatives, he nodded and asked again and again.
"Has he already been here?"
The monk shook his head and said in broken Chinese.
"He hasn't arrived yet."
Luo Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily he didn't miss it.
"Then… can I wait here?"
The Indian monk nodded, and then went back to recite the scriptures, leaving her alone in the temple.
Luo Qianqian saw that it was raining, and found a secluded place to shelter from the rain. She boredly held the angel of fate hanging on her bag, stroking the doll's pointed hat and muttering to herself.
"He'll be here soon, won't he?"
The last time I ran to St Malo was crazy, this time I was crazy again.
If it was in the past, she would never have done such crazy behavior.
However, since he appeared, she has done things she never dared to think about again and again.
The rain outside was getting heavier, and Luo Qianqian looked at the Shiva statue in the temple and prayed sincerely that the person she was waiting for must appear.
Just as she folded her hands and prayed sincerely, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside.
She suddenly opened her eyes and stood up. She thought it was Gu Yunche, but it was the Indian girl who just showed her the way.
The girl ran in with a terrified face, grabbed her arm tightly, and hid behind her, as if seeking shelter.
"What happened?"
The girl said a lot, but it was still Indian, and Luo Qianqian didn't understand a word.
She remembered that the monk she had just met knew Chinese, so she took the girl to find the monk and asked him to help translate what the girl was going to say.
However, as soon as she went out, she saw a large group of Indian villagers rushed into the temple, and someone pointed at the Indian girl behind her and said something sharply.
Luo Qianqian couldn't understand what they were saying, but the Indian girl hiding behind her shivered and seemed very scared.
A group of people said a few words, seeing that the girl was still hiding behind her and refused to come out, so several tall Indian men came forward and dragged them out from behind Luo Qianqian.
Luo Qianqian was dragged by her arm and staggered, almost falling into the mud.
The girl was crying and screaming, as if begging her for help.
Although Luo Qianqian didn't understand, he still pulled the girl and stood in front of her.
"What are you doing?"
A group of Indians were talking about something, pointing to the Indian girl behind her from time to time.
Luo Qianqian also spoke Chinese and English, but the other party didn't seem to understand her words. Seeing that she would not hand over the person, several Indian men stepped forward and forcibly separated the two.
Then, the struggling Indian girl was about to leave the temple.
Luo Qianqian clenched her teeth and caught up, forcibly holding the Indian girl, trying to stop them from taking people away.
Although she couldn't understand what they were saying, she felt that there would be danger in this girl being taken away.
But she was only one person, and the other party was a dozen or so, and they were all tall Indian men.
At first, I saw that she was a foreigner, so I didn't do anything to her, but she forcibly went to grab someone, and it was convenient to push her into the mud.
The monk came out and stopped her, persuading her.
"That's her family."
"Why did her family treat her like this?" Luo Qianqian couldn't understand.
The Indian monk looked at the group of people holding the Indian girl with a little sympathy in his eyes.
"Today is the day that girl gets married."