Life: A Black and White Film

Chapter 15: The Prologue of Fate (1)

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Wen Han trekked with them for more than ten hours, and after another night, finally approached Kathmandu. Before entering the city, everyone gradually dispersed, and the team gradually became a dozen or so people. In the end, only she and Cheng Muyun were left.

Cheng Muyun and she both put on clean clothes, dark colors, in this rainy weather, it is easy to hide in the crowd.

"Where are we going?" She asked Zhou Ke softly after Zhou Ke and the man with glasses also said goodbye.

"Send you to the embassy," he said, "where you ask for help. If you are questioned, say that after being rescued that night, you got separated and returned here on foot."

What he meant was obvious.

Don't say that you know him, what happened on that night of the bandit suppression is all in your heart.

Her eyes flickered.

Cheng Muyun glanced at her with some deep meaning, put one hand on her shoulder casually, and talked to her in a low voice like an ordinary couple and foreign tourists: "You need to get your luggage and passport back."

"And then?" she blurted out. "Where are you going?"

From last night until now, he never said what to do next, where to go. It's over last night isn't it? Meng Liangchuan, who was with him, explained that it was a very hard-to-find smuggling gang. Although it was a few words, she guessed that he might be a police informant.

He smiled and did not answer.

"My visa will expire soon, I must go back... Will you go to Moscow to find me?" She thought that he had said that he would never go back to Moscow in her life, and asked softly, "Can you enter Moscow?"

He still didn't answer.

She didn't know how to continue the conversation.

The two were standing on the banks of the Bagmati River, next to the Pashupatinath Temple.

This is the largest open-air crematorium in Nepal.

The bodies of both the poor and the nobles were burned on the burial platforms on both sides of the river. The damp air was filled with the stench of burning corpses, but those who guarded the fire were very religious. Wen Han also saw cremation by the Ganges River in India, but it was watched from the other side.

And now, she's in it.

More than a dozen steps away were the burial platforms and the burning corpses.

Suddenly, Cheng Muyun held her shoulders, turned around halfway, and temporarily blocked the sight of all passers-by with his body. He lowered his head: "I'm a little hungry, how about you?"

She was startled.

This is the crematorium, everyone is devoutly saving the dead...

But he was so openly close, and the warm breath so clearly revealed what he wanted to do... A few steps behind her were the temple walls, facing him and the celestial burials along the entire Bagmati River.

The morning breeze mixed with the rain came blowing.

He pulled up the hat of the hiking suit with one hand and bit her lips in an instant, as if he was sucking a juicy and beautiful fruit deeply, forcing her to stick out with the strength of the sucking force and the force of his teeth. The tip of his tongue, for him to deepen this kind of deep kiss that is taboo in public. The whole process only took less than a minute, and when she let go, she was already panting and a little dizzy.

He put his hand deep into her neckline, touched her soft breasts, and then continued to knead a little bit greedily. Until she felt that she was pushing herself, she finally gave up, ending the dangerous flirting for more than a minute.

Live, live, live until the day you go back to Moscow.

There seems to be a lot of risk.

Cheng Muyun closed her neckline: "I know there is a good place nearby, it shouldn't be difficult to fill your stomach."

"Yeah." Wen Han thought, eating first, neither of them had eaten anything decent for more than ten hours. When you have time to eat, ask slowly.

When she sat down in a small restaurant in Kathmandu, holding the menu, it was like returning to the world. Yes, it is the human world.

Those dangers are gone.

It's humble, but it has clean tablecloths and a decent-looking menu.

Soon, a stainless steel plate was placed in front of the two, with rice, curry potatoes, carrots, and curry chicken.

A bowl of thick soup.

This was the local meal she hated most when she first arrived in Nepal.

But now, I can't wait to eat it.

"Baby, eat more," he said softly, playing with the silver fork in his hand, "you know, every man wants his woman to be a little fatter." She blushed, bowed her head, forked a potato, and ate it in her mouth inside. When I lowered my eyes, I was still wondering if it was ugly to eat like this.

His fingers are already gently rubbing the back of her hand holding the knife, as if waiting for her to finish eating, very gentleman, and very impatient.

She was distracted by him.

Thinking about ten hours ago-

The first hardship was more painful than she imagined.

But it's not as painful as the shoulder injury. It's more like someone is tearing the softest part from your body. He doesn't speak, but moves slowly, allowing her to adapt to the most primitive entanglement between men and women.

Not wonderful.

But slowly, I lost some of my judgment, and I don't know if my back was scratched.

He completely forgot where it was, like in the original small hotel, and he was the only one with her in the entire space.

"What are you thinking?" he asked in a low voice, as if seeing through her.

"Nothing." There was an unnatural redness on his face.

"I went out to smoke," he said.

She raised her head in confusion, she had never seen him smoking, as if he wasn't interested in this kind of thing except for the hookah in the inn that night. "Reluctant to let me go out?" He teased her.

She shook her head reluctantly.

Cheng Muyun slowly put the napkin on the table. Wen Han looked at his face, and his eyes, those swirling eyes.

"I'll be right back," he said softly.

Wen Han nodded.

Cheng Muyun walked outside the door, looked around with his peripheral vision, and glanced through the glass at the girl who was eating with her head down in the shop. He completely put on the hat of the black hiking suit to block the wet sticky raindrops in the air, and The rich smell of burning fatty acids on people's bodies turned a corner and walked deep into a secluded street.

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About ten minutes later, she began to fidgeting, and when the time passed for half an hour, Wen Han finally realized that he was gone.

She looked out at the street scene and clenched her fork.

Last time at the camp, he would at least tell her.

This time... do you want to wait a little longer, maybe he just went to buy cigarettes? It was so hesitant that two hours passed.

When someone came to ask her if she wanted to take the plate, she turned her head, red eyes, and said softly in English: "I'm sorry, I didn't bring any money, I can..." What kind of mortgage can I take? She had only inner and outer clothes all over her body.

"Mr. has already paid for it." The waiter's language was not smooth, but he could express it.

By the way, the waiter also handed her a piece of paper.

The route is simply drawn on the top, with black charcoal, without leaving half a word.

She walked out of the door, stood alone by the glass, looked around, without him, lowered her head to look at the paper in her hand, and began to look for the place where he drew with a little vacuous footsteps. As soon as she saw this piece of paper, she seemed to understand that he was not there, so when she saw the staff of the embassy, she was not too surprised.

Until Agassi rushed up and hugged her: "Wen Han, Wen Han, you're still alive, still alive," Agassi cried with joy, babbled, "The police said that man was a bad person, and he was the one who killed us. Wang Wenhao I finally escaped, got a lot of injuries, and now he was kidnapped by him again, Wen Han, Wen Han, do you know where that person is..."

Wen Han looked at Agassi stupidly, letting her dangling arms.

I found that I couldn't say anything at all.

In addition to knowing that his friend Meng Liangchuan had a relationship with the special police, he was automatically classified as a good person.

But—a middle-aged man in a local police uniform approached and handed over his documents: "Hello, Miss Wen Han, we have an informant Meng Liangchuan who colluded with an overseas smuggling group and has escaped control. I think, you We need to cooperate with us to do some investigation."

Wen Han was stunned: "I don't know him at all except that his name is Meng Liangchuan."

"But that night, you were rescued by him."