"It's totally unnecessary," he replied to the brown-haired woman. "She likes to run away to enhance her relationship with me. This is just a little fun between us." After Cheng Muyun finished speaking, he looked at the woman and smiled.
At the same time, someone pushed the door and walked in.
Put the two banknotes on the counter: "Trouble, I need a room." Looking up, it was a man with a fair face and a somewhat female appearance, followed by a young man listening to music with headphones.
At the same time, Zhou Ke, who was dozing off in the corner, switched arms and continued to sleep. The man wearing blue metal-frame glasses spit out the grape pits and passed Cheng Muyun...
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She ran like crazy, only the place he described in her mind.
There were fewer and fewer houses, and the dirt road was very dirty. She almost fell, but fortunately, she survived. By the end, the chest cavity began to have severe pain... panting, looking around blankly. Temples, yes temples, there really are, like thousands of temples seen in Kathmandu, small and delicate.
In the distance, local workers can be seen resting.
She slowed down, and in the sound of her heartbeat, she sorted out her torn clothes, dragged her sore legs, and lowered her eyes.
Step by step, come closer.
An old lama, wearing a ginger cotton blouse with a cane, walked past her. She was out of breath because of the violent running. She coughed, her hands trembled slightly, and grabbed the old lama's arm: "Excuse me, did a man ask you to buy something?"
The old lama narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
Can't understand Chinese? Wen Han looked back anxiously.
The old lama's eyes narrowed even deeper, and she even started to back away—
"No," the old lama smiled, and the wrinkles were filled with kindness, "you go back and have a look."
The old lama pointed to the back of the temple.
Wen Han breathed a sigh of relief and walked in the direction.
sky.
It's just a small market here.
Under the scorching sun, more than 20 lamas faced the booths in front of them. It was filled with various small prayer reels, butter lamps and other things, all spread out and placed in front of the lamas. Behind them, there are many locals wearing sun hats, or tourists and the like, sitting and resting behind the lamas.
She walked over, not knowing which to ask or what to ask.
Even, she would be afraid, as if since Cheng Muyun had said those words to her, suggesting that many people were following their footsteps, she began to doubt everyone she saw...
Now-
Turn around and leave? Or... Wen Han hesitated and found that the balance in his heart was shifting towards him. Although he didn't say anything, wouldn't tell her anything except his name, but she actually—
After the warm cold, he noticed the small bottle that he had always held tightly in his hand. Opening her palm, she recognized this medicine bottle, which was what she ate these days. The last thing he stuffed himself with before leaving turned out to be anti-inflammatories.
With a humming sound in her head, the heartstrings that had always been tense suddenly snapped at this moment.
This man—
She clutched the bottle tightly and closed her eyes. At the age of twelve, a woman committed suicide in the family's small hotel, and her adoptive parents were not around at the time of the incident. She saw it when she was going to deliver hot water. She was so frightened that she ran downstairs and called the police.
It's messy, you know, there's only one thing to do.
It was a call to the police at that time, and this time it was to find something according to what he said.
She walked to the long line of stalls paved with white cloth, squatted down, picked up a small prayer wheel, pretending to buy it, and slowly thought about how to find the person Cheng Muyun said.
Suddenly, a person threw a black cloth bag over. She was startled, looked up, the lama with vicissitudes of life, smiled: "A man bought this, he said, his wife will come to pick it up. Are you? His wife?"
Wen Han was stunned.
Under the sun, the lamas began to look at the back of her hand with admiration. She lowered her head and looked, and finally realized that these hand-painted drawings that were about to disappear were the key to being recognized.
She folded her hands, said thank you, and picked up the intricately patterned cloth bag. Learning from a few locals not far away, she slowly sat on the steps in front of the temple, and a few fat pigeons walked past her leisurely.
From the scorching sun to dusk, people walked one by one.
In the end, even the workers who repaired the temple left, leaving her alone, sitting there. Early in the morning in the camp, late at night in the cottage, in the afternoon in the western restaurant, and today, four times, since I saw him again in the small hotel, I have been repeating "farewell".
She lay on the knees of her legs, hugging her arms for warmth.
And, every time it feels like a goodbye.
…
What if he doesn't come
Wen Han closed his eyes, restrained his inner thoughts, and tried his best to keep his mind blank.
After an unknown amount of time, a figure in front of him walked up the steps step by step, picked up the black cloth bag, and dragged her up as well.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she was so flustered that she almost bumped into him. However, he was held at a safe distance by his arm.
His eyes lost the light again, terrifyingly dark.
This kind of look made her instinctively afraid: "You buy things in your hands, that lama—"
He shook his head, signaling her to stop talking.
She stopped.
Cheng Muyun was silent, exhaled breath sprayed on her forehead, stopped for a long time and asked, "Will you shave your head?" She didn't expect Cheng Muyun to ask this sentence, and then he was taken to a small room in the backyard of the temple by him. Afterwards, when he took the razor, he still couldn't come back to his senses.
It's being repaired, the workers are gone, and there are still unfinished rooms.
He didn't know where to find the butter lamps. There were several of them. They were placed beside the two of them, but the brightness was still very low. It was the first time that Wen Han took the razor, and his hands were shaking a little, and he didn't dare to open it several times.
Cheng Muyun noticed it, held her wrist and let her sit in front of him.
"I'll tell you about your friend," he whispered. "He's a smuggler, but he's not a senior. I got his information half a year ago, and there's no you in it, so you should always be When they are not together, you are not even important to him."
When she heard the word "smuggler", she was already stunned.
All the fragments of memory are quickly assembled in my mind, from the time of leaving Moscow to all that happened today. A little clue, especially everything that happens after meeting the man in front of you. Her body was cold for a while, and hot for a while, her emotions fluctuated too much, and her eyes were turbulent.
These, in his eyes, seemed to be slowing down.
She didn't know that every look, eyes, and even the corners of her lips were pursed tightly by him at this time.
And Cheng Muyun in front of him was also emotionally fluctuating.
He needs to do something to make himself forget what just happened. The girl in front of him didn't know that before he came here, he stole some water from an ordinary family's yard, washed his hands, and there was his brother Zhou Ke's blood on it.
…
"So... you're trying to catch Wang Wenhao? Who are you?" Wen Han's voice was uniquely sexy, and she didn't notice it herself.
Still quiet, he would not answer.
His silence tonight is very different, it seems that she has always been his target, and now, she has become an object he looks at from the sidelines.
Wen Han couldn't tell, she was always afraid even after he came back.
This kind of fear is not deep, but it is like a shadow.
"Many friends are involved in this matter," he said softly. "Wen Han, you are not alone by my side. Everyone's life is equally important. Don't ask me these questions that I can't answer."
"Can I make a phone call to go home and report safety?" She began to be unable to bear this kind of conversation. She didn't have the right to know, but needed unconditional trust.
"Wait until the border," he said.
…
The wind outside was getting stronger.
It's only a dozen degrees here at night, and her hands and feet are getting colder.
"What do you usually learn? Say some words I haven't heard before." Cheng Muyun changed the subject bluntly, and gave her a gesture by the way: "Let's start."
Wen Han nodded, stood up, and opened the cold razor.
The advantage of her following him around in the jungle all those days and nights is that instinctively, she has learned to get close to him, or in other words, the two people have begun to fit in with him in some respects. For example, he suddenly made this incredible request for shaving, and she could follow him.
It's like in the jungle, when he hides her and can't move, she can hide in the vines for hours and hours.
"Real variable functions, complex variable functions, ordinary calculus equations, differential geometry, geometric topology... Have you never heard of it?" she asked tentatively.
"Um."
"I don't like math very much, but my adoptive mother used to be a math teacher."
"yes?"
"Hmm." She was speechless again.
During the entire shaving process, she was always in a trance:
There is another possibility in this matter, he is a complete liar at all, because everything is his own words. But what good did he lie to himself? After experiencing today, and thinking back to the dense forest and the river with crocodiles swimming under the boat, if he just wanted to hurt himself, he wouldn't have to wait until today...
"Three months, and by next spring you will be back in Moscow," he said suddenly.
There was a momentary light in her eyes.
He looked at her from the shadow.
If it is not resolved within three months, the matter is considered a failure. And he, regardless of success or failure, must use three months to let the innocent girl behind him get rid of the influence of this incident, return to the sun, and return to the trajectory of his life.
"If you don't know Wang Wenhao, will you start this journey?" he suddenly asked again.
She thought about it and gave him an answer that made him more comfortable: "No, if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't come to Nepal this year."
He asks... guilt
Cheng Muyun smiled, as if seeing through her: "You know very well how to figure out people's psychology, this answer can indeed minimize my guilt. I believe that your future husband will definitely be jealous because of your company. ."
Wen Han was stunned.
The hand stopped for a while, and then slowly went to finish the last part.
Sexual openness is high in Moscow, where Agassi's views are most prevalent, that every girl should enjoy the pleasure of the flesh before she gets married. She almost forgot that the man himself had said that he was from Moscow, and she also grew up in Moscow. So what he means should be that after three months, the two will no longer have intersections
"Okay," she whispered.
Cheng Muyun touched the shaved area with his right hand, several shallow or deep wounds, he didn't seem to feel it: "Not bad."
He went out with the cloth bag and changed clothes in the open air where no one was around, but instead left her in this half-open room that leaked air everywhere to avoid suspicion. Soon, he returned here, with butter lamps covering his face and eyes, as well as his lama attire: "This place accommodates all religions, and there are pilgrims everywhere, so it is easy to leave."
Through the window, you can see the prayer flags flying in the sky on the top of the temple, rustling in the night wind.
It was like returning to the snowy plateau and seeing the original him.