Wen Han unconsciously took a half step forward.
He pulled up the hat of his hiking jacket, put it on, and walked towards her with half covering his face: "Don't worry, I'll come to you at night." Then, he passed by.
The smell of Nepalese incense comes through the cracks in the door.
Meng Liangchuan immediately jumped into the threshold and almost bumped into a female tourist who was about to go out. He shrugged and smiled apologetically. He threw a bag of cakes to Cheng Muyun: "Eat it while it's hot."
for a short time,
She, Cheng Muyun, Meng Liangchuan, and the strange female tourist passed by the door, like the most ordinary backpackers, with no connection to each other.
The two of them went straight up the escalator to the second floor.
Before the figure disappeared, Wang Wenhao caught a glimpse of Meng Liangchuan's back. Meng Liangchuan was also looking at him, and soon after comparing his middle finger, he jumped up to the second floor. Wang Wenhao lowered his head as if nothing had happened, continued to write down his passport information, and clenched his left fist on the table.
The second floor is a very simple corridor.
He went to the end, took out a copper-colored key from his pocket, and unlocked it.
"When I bought the cake just now, I always felt that I missed something in this matter," Meng Liangchuan bit the cake, followed him into the room, pulled over the folding chair and sat down.
"Oh? What's missing?" he asked casually.
Meng Liangchuan frowned, and his index finger pointed at his temple: "I haven't figured it out yet."
From Kamandudu, Wang Wenhao's rafting trip was deliberately advanced one day, disrupting Wang Wenhao's plan, and tracking him to the delivery date;
On the night when the poachers attacked, he took the opportunity to transfer Wang Wenhao's goods before delivery, leaving a message that seemed to be black and black, and asked Wang Wenhao to come to Lumbini to "buy back" his own things;
up to now-
"Why come to Lumbini?" Meng Liangchuan finally asked the first question.
"Because, the Buddha is here."
"..." Meng Liangchuan lowered his head and continued to eat the cake.
"This is a holy place for Buddhists from all over the world. A large number of tourists from all over the world come here every day. The security here is heavily guarded. Even the big trees in Lumbini Park are guarded by soldiers with live ammunition. No one dares to easily engage in bloodshed here. Like no one will cause trouble in the holy city of Mecca or in Jerusalem, neither bystanders nor your own heart will allow such a thing to happen," Cheng Muyun finished, and thought for a while, "It sounds impeccable. ?"
At least here, she has the highest safety factor.
Meng Liangchuan gave up the questioning.
It is the man in front of him, no matter what he says or does, it makes people uncomfortable. There must be something more real hidden.
three hours later.
Wen Han washed all her dirty clothes and hung them to dry on the terrace in the dark. She looked at her clean and white nails soaked in washing powder, and her hand-painted hands that had not faded. Through the moonlight, it can be seen that his depiction is extremely detailed.
If this man opens a hand-painted shop, the threshold should be broken, right
The light bulb in the room suddenly went out.
She was startled.
There was a laugh and a low voice from downstairs, saying "there is a power outage again" and "Nepal is really the country that loves power outages the most in the world". Not only here, she saw that there were not many small shops on the street not far away without lights, and some people had already lit candles.
The phone rang next door.
The decoration here is very rudimentary, and all the slightly louder sounds next door can be overheard through a layer of wooden walls. In another room, Wang Wenhao picked up the receiver.
Meng Liangchuan said, "Boss Wang, welcome to Lumbini."
At the same time, the phone in Wen Han's room also rang.
She dried her hands hastily and ran to pick up the receiver.
"Open the door of your room and follow the corridor on the right to the end. I'll be waiting for you in that unlocked room." Through the receiver, even the sound of the wind in his room was so clear.
The phone "clicks" and hangs up, leaving a rhythmic beep.
She held the receiver and heard her own heartbeat.
She took the key to her own door and walked out of the room without taking anything with her. Coincidentally, a few strangers who came upstairs just now passed her by. Wen Han passed them by and heard them talking in the Kirgiz language. The words "Sunori" and "Baiwala" appeared twice. She vaguely remembered that this was the name of a place in India, and it was a border crossing. port.
Perhaps realizing that Wen Han could understand them, several men raised their eyes and glanced at her.
She smiled shyly and made way for them.
Since childhood, she has always been involuntarily paying attention to strangers and what they say.
At the end of the corridor, as he said, one room was locked, and the other was hidden. She pressed down on the armrest and walked in quietly.
In the room, a candle burns on a folding chair.
She took a deep breath and closed the door with her backhand.
He was sitting on the small sofa, shirtless, and there was a small radio on the small table beside the sofa. There was something in a language she couldn't understand, and he was still very excited.
"What are you listening to?" She moved closer to him.
by candlelight,
She saw his tall, wiry body, with enough wounds across his chest and back that anyone could see and feel uncomfortable.
Her eyes flickered slightly.
"Are you thinking, how bad are you, that you actually deepened these wounds yourself?" He took the radio and turned his voice to the highest, "I'm listening to the news, several cities in Nepal are on strike, I miss you guys It may take more patience to go back to China next time." He was actually answering the question she used to hide his nervousness, but he was looking at the long blue dress on her, and the fact that she wanted to come over but lingered. The small movements dominated by the small restraint - the nibbling lips, the undulating curve of the chest.
After realizing it, she realized that she was also observing him in front of her.
In addition to the shock of those wounds, it was the first time I saw him without a shirt on. This man, every line from his shoulders to his crotch was very strong, and his straddle posture clearly made her see—
Wen Han's face was obviously red.
"It's better than this, it only takes one train from here to India." In this reserved and ambiguous look, he finally broke the boundary, pulled up the corner of her skirt, and forced her to get close to him again until she fell. Sitting on his lap, "I'll take you to Sunory, and you can choose to go back to Moscow from there."
"But I just got back from India."
She touched his hot chest with her hand and curled her fingertips. His skin is not as delicate and smooth as a woman's, giving people an unfamiliar sense of oppression and real rough heat.
The heat of men—
Cheng Muyun grabbed her hand, and the eyes under the eyelashes stared at her.
Eyes wet and sexy.
"Okay, baby, this topic is over, let's do something else." He raised her hand and licked her palm.
The flirtation in the palm of her hand made her body even softer: "It doesn't seem to be soundproof here."
She remembered, in Kamandudu.
The two have yet to quarrel every moment. Although it was only a short period of time, it made her feel hot when she thought about it now.
"I know, look, there's a radio there," he turned her under him in the cramped space, "and all they could hear was news of the general strike."
The small light bulb above his head lit up.
The TV in the corner of the room also began to have a picture, and it was saying something in sync with the broadcast. The picture was the general strike crowd in the night, and there were physical conflicts, conflicts with live ammunition—
Noisy.
In the ever-changing Nepal, in addition to the weather, the current situation is also unpredictable.
His lips, at this moment, seemed to be on fire with her.
"I never asked your age."
"Just turned twentieth last month."
"It's almost as I guessed." His voice was soft, right next to her ear.
Wen Han slightly arched his body.
Hands unconsciously wrapped around his neck.
Desire is absolutely poisonous for the person who just started to try it, and it is easy to become addicted. When the person who poisoned it was this man, she found that no one could find the antidote.
I have done translations before, about rosemary.
This rich spice, in Europe, will be sprinkled into the graves of the dead by the Italians as a permanent memorial. In the distant Victorian era, rosemary also symbolized "remembrance", a long and long loyal love.
Her chest heaved violently, and she felt dizzy because of the thought in her mind. The scene in front of her shook violently, as if she had been sunk to the bottom of the water, and she was looking at the ceiling through the silent stream.
…
He never made the last step.
But he already knew her body like the back of his hand, and knew how to let her release her passion to the end as quickly as possible, and then lowered her head and kissed her continuously until she calmed down tiredly.
"I got in a little trouble." He escorted her to the door.
Her heart skipped a beat and stopped.
"So, I can't stay with you all night tonight," he said softly behind her ear, lowering his head. "Now, go back to your bed with your skirt on, and don't run around."