"You're fucking crazy!" Wang Wenhao struggled, trying to grab the dagger, but just as he raised his hand, his two fingers pinched his throat.
There was no gap, no oxygen was given to him.
Wang Wenhao raised his head, grabbed his wrist in a panic with both hands, struggled, and tried his best to break free. Totally useless.
The torrential rain smashed Wang Wenhao's face with ice cubes the size of his thumb.
In the blink of an eye, he remembered the night when he first engaged in smuggling, his hands trembled, and he kept looking around. The moment he took the money, he was snatched back and stabbed with a white knife. That was the moment he had feared the most, thinking he was going to die in that corner of the Moscow train station. Later, as the business got bigger and bigger, this fear faded.
There is no problem that money cannot solve.
But now, it's different, totally different!
In his dazed vision due to lack of oxygen, he saw hell.
Something is shaking, the picture in front of you, and your body...
Wen Han shook Cheng Muyun's arm desperately, and shouted loudly, "Let him go! Let go!" She ran all the way, fell twice, and her face was covered in mud.
He looked away slightly and turned to look at her.
Wen Han's face was reflected in her red eyes from the high fever, and her long hair was scattered on her shoulders: "Mad! Let go of him!" He didn't even know that under his soaked clothes, there was a layer of cloth from last night's injury.
In front of everyone's eyes, he let go of Wang Wenhao, pulled back the dagger he had inserted in the soil, and pursed his lips into a dangerous arc.
Turn around and leave.
terrible.
All the men who saw this scene were shocked. The women, on the other hand, were watching the fun, and by the way, their hearts were beating rapidly for the hand-to-hand combat between the two men. Too manly, too bloody!
Of course, this does not include Wenhan.
She stopped them at close range just now, but was also frightened by his anger. When she returned to the tent, Wang Wenhao kept drinking hot water in a pale face, telling them that she must leave this tourist group and that man tomorrow, and she still used herself His left hand clenched his right hand tightly, and he was afraid behind him.
The two guides made peace, kept clasping their hands together while apologizing, and said that the two men would leave tomorrow. "What, they will leave tomorrow?" Agassi was obviously disappointed in his surprise. Rum became more and more dissatisfied, complaining that Agassi couldn't distinguish between friend and foe, and even after his friend was beaten, he still thought about each other. Agassi laughed, mocking that Rum didn't look like a Moscow man at all, and even took street hand-to-hand combat so seriously: "Look, which bar doesn't have one or two hand-to-hand fights in the middle of the night?"
So this night, the first half was spent in the dispute between Agassi and Rum.
In the second half of the night, Agassi fell asleep, and Wen Han gradually returned to calm.
It was her instinct to rush out of the tent to persuade the fight. She didn't even dare to admit that she was more afraid of him getting hurt, although he was obviously far better than Wang Wenhao.
This heavy rain had been brewing for a few days. After it was completely finished, they finally saw the first sunny day after arriving in Nepal.
Early in the morning, the guides assigned the tourists to sit on the elephants that Cheng Muyun brought last night.
Wang Wenhao was still full of anger, but the male tourists had already come over to appease him, you see, before he left, he still didn't hold any grudges because of what happened last night, and left the elephant to all the tourists. "It is conceivable that everyone was too emotional because of the storm last night and the disaster the night before." The two Korean girls added that they were very reluctant to leave this man.
In addition to the elephant driver, an elephant can sit three or four people in the square enclosure on the elephant's back.
Wen Han didn't want to listen to the quarrel between Agassi and Rum, and chose to sit with two strangers. When the elephant got up and left the camp in an orderly manner, she didn't even see him.
left already
She grabbed the railing in front of her and kept looking around.
I'm in a hurry, want to see him, it shouldn't be like that last night. Should, at least go to him in the middle of the night and say goodbye to him, or something. leave a contact...
Elephant did not know her nostalgia, and walked forward with the team without stopping.
When the first elephant passed by the river, the tune rang out. It was an unfamiliar tune, and some people were curious to find it. On the other side of the river, there was a blind man in white clothes playing the tune, and a child squatting beside him was listening to the passing tourists. money.
A girl in the team exclaimed in surprise: "It's him, it's him!"
More people see it.
It turned out that the point was not the blind man in white, but the man who squatted in front of the blind man and handed a banknote to the boy.
Across a river, he turned his back to the elephant team, stretched out his right hand that nearly suffocated an adult man in the rain last night, and patted the child on the head.
Until the elephant team disappeared, he closed his eyes, hid all the light in his eyes, and quietly listened to the blind man playing this Buddhist song.
He didn't look back at her.
…
The elephant team went to the collapsed hillside and found it difficult to pass. The tourists had to pay and watched the elephants abandon themselves. "Let's go." Wang Wenhao stretched out his hand, wanting to support Wen Han, but Wen Han shook his head slightly and avoided it. He was a little unhappy, but he was relieved when he thought that the business had been completed and he was about to return to Moscow.
The mountain road is difficult.
Everyone around me was complaining in a low voice that this trip was really bad.
Wen Han's head is full of his last back, is he angry? In the end, he didn't even look at himself.
After walking for three or four hours, I finally saw a small village.
The guide greeted everyone to sit down and rest, and wait for the van here. By the way, the porters also unloaded all the tourists' luggage and piled them on the open space.
"When the van comes, we will go to Pokhara, where there is hot water and delicious food. It is the second largest city in Nepal. I believe that you will soon forget the unpleasant experience of the past few days." The guide clapped his hands and enthusiastically offered Everyone introduced the city of Pokhara.
Wen Han and Agassi took out wet tissues from their small backpacks, wiped their hands, and began to share the biscuits.
After a while, Wang Wenhao, who was helping everyone to count their luggage in the open space, suddenly became a little strange. First, he yelled at the porters, then ran over with a dark face. After drinking half a bottle of water, he sat silently for a long time with his face covered.
Just when the van arrived, he suddenly got up and rushed up to ask the guide if he could pack a van to go to Lumbini.
"Lumpini?" the guide was surprised. "That's not part of our itinerary."
"I know, I know," Wang Wenhao's voice was hoarse, sweating anxiously, "but I must go there, you know—" Wang Wenhao turned back and pointed to Wen Han, "My female companion is a devout Buddhist, This is my surprise for her."
Wen Han was stunned.
She did mention going to Lumbini before she came, but when she got to Nepal, it seemed that all the plans were messed up, and she even forgot that she had said that she was going to go there - the birthplace of Mrs. Mahamaya, which is the birthplace of the Buddha. to Lumbini.
The guide gave Wang Wenhao a warm hug: "As a Nepalese, I'm very happy that Mr. and your friends like Lumbini so much, but there are only two vans today, and there are fifteen of us, so it's impossible to separate one. The van does what you want."
Wang Wenhao kept lobbying, saying that if he did not go to Lumbini in his line, he would regret it for the rest of his life, and other pious and exaggerated words, and finally moved the guide. Although he didn't give them a van, he promised to let them return a van to take them on this devout journey.
This is an unexpected itinerary.
Except for Wang Wenhao, even the three of them don't know.
Even Wen Han always felt that this itinerary was set just now, and it was just her intuition.
Although Agassi and Rum were strange, they both guessed that Wang Wenhao was trying to restore Wen Han's heart left on the Chinese man, so there was no objection.
So, the four of them finally separated from the team, and in the afternoon, a van came back to take the four of them and went to Lumbini in the dark.
"Look, Wang Wenhao still treats you very well, even though he can't beat that man," Agassi said softly, "Oh my God, I understand that that man can make any woman lose her heart, but don't lose heart anymore, my dear Yes, think about where we're going. How exciting, Lumbini, where the Buddha was born."
Wen Han sat at the window, looking at the large paddy fields by the roadside, and his mind was empty.
The excitement of coming to Nepal for the first time, the ambiguous excitement after meeting Cheng Muyun, and the jealousy of alienation and separation after being injured. These days have passed by more than twenty years.
At dusk, they reached their destination.
Wang Wenhao seemed to have already figured out where he wanted to stay, and went straight to an unremarkable hotel.
It can't compare to Kathmandu, it's very simple.
There is an air conditioner in the lobby, and there is a row of old computers against the wall. Several tourists are surfing the Internet with their backs to them.
Wang Wenhao and Agassi went to the bar to register, and Rum went to the bathroom.
She stood in the yard, taking care of everyone's luggage. The French sun hat on her head was not suitable for this place, and it was a little dirty, but it could cover her unsightly face.
By the sunset sunlight, she saw the writing on the wall: Chinese people's home in Lumbini.
This sentence is really good, the home of the Chinese.
She stared blankly, thinking of him again.
"Did you come to this strange place to find me?"
The speaker's voice was very soft, like a flirtatious tone, hitting the softest part of her heart. She turned back in the evening and looked at the man standing against the door at the entrance of the yard.
He was laughing, put his hand on the door frame, and knocked on the door lightly with two fingers: "What? Did I guess it right?"