On the seventh day, she developed a low-grade fever after being bitten by an unknown object.
Cheng Muyun also had nothing to do. For her fragile body, which was only suitable for growing in the city, even he would have no choice.
That night, he left her alone in the woods where there are wild beasts at any time: "Here, don't move at all, even if you feel uncomfortable, don't move."
These are the words he left before he left.
In the dark night, the woods are even more opaque.
Wen Han was holding a pointed stone in his hand, constantly scratching on the boulder under him, gasping for breath, and even coughing cautiously.
All around, there are sometimes subtle, sometimes harsh voices.
from different animals.
She curled up and retracted into the corner of the boulder, where the vines had fallen. Compared with the dangerous animals in the dark, those unknown bugs in the vines are too insignificant.
The hatred that was exploited a dozen days ago was so shallow that she couldn't remember it. Compared to this hopeless march, the unimaginable danger of the jungle, and the fear of not knowing what the future holds, all the feelings have become extremely small and not worth mentioning.
Every time he leaves, what she looks forward to most is that he will come back soon.
Everywhere here is horrible.
Gradually, footsteps sounded.
Wen Han opened his eyes wide and went to find the source of the sound, panting more and more heavily.
Cheng Muyun saw a dirty little body crawling out of the darkness, he wiped his bloody hands on his trousers, stretched out with one hand and hugged her: "Uncomfortable?"
Wen Han shrank his body and lost consciousness.
Time seemed to be swallowed up by hell.
During this long night, she woke up several times, feeling like she was in his arms, walking through this endless forest.
Yes, he is on foot.
She couldn't be bumped any more, he had to abandon the horse and walk out of the jungle with her in the safest way.
He was supposed to leave Nepal tomorrow, but now he has to change direction and choose to stay in Nepal. With Wen Han's current situation, he must first find a safe place.
His figure dragged into a long black shadow, shuttled through the trees, met a giant tree root, hugged the person in his arms tighter, jumped up a few steps, and then disappeared into the deeper darkness...
In the early morning, she woke up twice. She was in his arms, watching him talk to the locals who were punting by the river. She struggled and wanted to go down to the ground and walk by herself. Cheng Muyun pointed her to the corner of the boat, There lay a corpse covered by a white cloth.
"There are crocodiles in this river, and this young man is a local person who has just been salvaged," Cheng Muyun whispered to her in Russian, which only she could understand. Grass, was attacked by a wild tiger, two men and one woman died. I carried you out of that forest, you should be grateful to the Buddha for blessing, instead of... Always want to stay away from me, at least here, only I will really protect you."
Wen Han moved his lips, a little thirsty.
He asked the punter to borrow a water bottle, and regardless of whether the water bottle was too dirty to swallow, he stuffed it into her lips. After taking two sips, he drank two sips himself.
On the river in the early morning, the water waves are rippling, calm and beautiful.
Wen Han was lying in his arms, and it could be seen that Cheng Muyun seemed to be in a good mood now.
After so many days of getting along, she even found that she did not understand his background and origin, but she had begun to understand his temper. For example, when he is in a good mood, just like now, he likes to slightly narrow his eyes and focus on the distance.
"Where do you want to take me?" Wen Han asked him.
"India," Cheng Muyun said casually, "we are already close to the border of Nepal. Because of your injury, you need anti-inflammatory drugs and a few days of rest. You need to find a place to stay for a few days." This is the first time he told she plans.
She just wanted to take advantage of his good mood and try to ask some questions, but she didn't expect him to be so frank.
There was hope in her eyes, perhaps, this man just wanted to punish her for disobeying him, and when he got tired of it, he let her go in India.
Cheng Muyun looked down at her: "I can't let you go. If you want to curse, just curse your fanatical suitor. He made you fall into the current situation and live this kind of life."
As he spoke, he fed her a few sleeping pills, and his hands were still gently stroking her hair, making them look like a loving little couple to each other.
By noon, they finally entered a dilapidated place. Cheng Muyun knocked on the door of an ordinary house with temporary accommodation. The middle-aged woman who opened the door was extremely shocked and saw a few scars on his face that were obviously scratched by sharp plants. He was completely soaked in mud, filthy trousers.
When the woman saw the person whose gender was no longer distinguishable in his arms, she quickly understood and welcomed the two in. Cheng Muyun skillfully communicated with the woman in the local language, explaining that he was a self-help tourist and encountered a beast in the nearby forest...
He spoke succinctly and sincerely.
The hostess of the family had no doubts about it, and quickly let them in.
The place is not big, and the best rooms have no furniture at all, just a rudimentary arrangement of a bed and table, not even electrical appliances.
"There is only four hours of electricity here every day, and there will be no electricity at night. It is estimated that you will have to get used to it for a few days. I will boil hot water for you now, and quickly take a bath-"
Middle-aged women quickly make beds without any futons.
Cheng Muyun bent down and put down the girl who had been in his arms for more than ten hours. When he took off the clothes that covered Wen Han, the middle-aged woman's voice stopped. She found that Wen Han had a high fever and was still breathing heavily. Get angry.
"She needs a doctor, could it be pneumonia? She looks very tired," the woman frowned, finally having a chance to see Wen Han's face seriously, and barely recognizing her as a very young girl, "but We don't have that kind of doctor here..."
"It's okay, I can, please prepare hot water for us to take a bath," Cheng Muyun finished, in order to make this enthusiastic hostess less suspicious, he took out the first aid kit he carried with him.
The hostess looked at the professional needles and anti-inflammatory drugs and believed his words.
Soon, hot water was delivered to the room.
Although this is a temporary small hotel, the bathroom is very simple, only wooden buckets and spoons for scooping water are used for bathing. Cheng Muyun took off Wen Han's clothes, put on clean local trousers, sat on the floor, hugged her, and carefully washed her body.
The warm water ran down her body and onto the floor, soaking his trousers.
Wen Han slowly woke up.
Unconsciously, his legs twisted slightly.
She had a fever, and could not clearly tell whether she was in a dream or in cruel reality. The sound of conversation through the wooden board is vaguely in my ears, it is a language I can't understand...
"Don't move," he whispered, picked up half the bottle of shampoo on the floor, poured it on her hair, scooped another spoonful of hot water, and slowly rubbed her long hair with his fingers, "Let I'll wash your body clean."
She heard the voice and woke up from a half-dream.
The sleeping medicine made her exhausted and swallowed hard: "Where are we..."
"Where I live." Cheng Muyun's palms were filled with white foam.
It was rare for him to be so calm, it could even be said that he deliberately spoke to her gently.
Wen Han felt hot water and began to rinse his hair slowly, then towel, from hair to face and finally body. Until he threw down the towel, stood up from the floor, and carried her onto the bed with bare feet. She was naked and had several obvious bruises on her body.
He wrapped the quilt tightly for her, locked the door and window, and told her in a low voice: "Don't try to escape, it's very remote, they don't understand English, you can't communicate with anyone at all. Besides, you've tried I've run away many times without success, right?"
She felt that he was not lying, and when he turned around, she subconsciously reached out and grabbed his clothes: "Where are you going and when are you coming back?"
Without getting any answer, he walked away reluctantly.
She didn't even leave her body-covering clothes.
At night, the hostess brought an oil lamp, which filled the whole room with a heavy and greasy smell. She tried to communicate in English, but she found that no one could understand.
She didn't even know what Cheng Muyun had confessed before leaving. The hostess seemed to avoid her and only left her a glass of water for taking medicine.
When Wen Han heard that the door was locked again, disappointment and fear flooded her heart again. She threw the medicine bottle on the table to the floor, lay on the bed, and couldn't help crying.
It's obviously not soundproofed here, but no matter how hysterical she cried, the owner of the house didn't respond.
Tired of crying, she began to feel uncomfortable again, so she could only climb down from the bed again, and in a small animal posture, helplessly searched for the pills she had thrown away on the floor.
Swallowing the medicine with water, she went back to bed and lay on her back to see the black stain on the wooden roof.
Twenty days ago, she was a tourist.
Now, she is like a woman who is imprisoned. She doesn't know what the man in front of her wants to do, where she will take her, or even when she will die. Could he be a smuggler as he was in the news, or as he said in the original little hotel
Or, will he sell himself like a prostitute
Or, it's the sale of human organs...
These random guesses, while the painkillers worked, also made her fall into a deep sleep.
Cheng Muyun came back with the new medicine in the middle of the night, opened the door, and saw the black shadow drawn by the tiny flame of the oil lamp on the wall, motionless, like her on the bed. He walked over and leaned over to feel her pulse. It was steady. He was asleep, but his eyes were swollen and he had cried.
He saw her body, which was half-covered by the light quilt, and leaned deeper, the tip of his nose touched her cheek, warm and soft, with rough skin from running around for so many days, at this moment he made him Hard to hold on to.
Poor little woman.
He actually felt guilty. Very unfamiliar mental activity.
He took out a small plastic bag, wiped the inside of her arm with alcohol cotton, and injected the anti-inflammatory medicine he just bought into her body.
Then, he quietly took off his dirty coat, got on the bed sideways, and took her into his arms.