The people at the bottom are still looking up to watch the excitement, and the people who jumped up have been kicked down...
Wen Han sat up abruptly, hugged his backpack tightly, and stared at the boy nervously.
The people on the ground laughed.
The young man got up and patted the soil off his body, hehe smiled: "What a thorny sister, forget it, if you don't sleep, you won't sleep, great monk, let's go, the monks are merciful, Amitabha." He put his hands together and asked for a seat very religiously.
Cheng Muyun didn't lift his eyelids.
The long-haired girl died of laughter, squeezed her companion, and just left a small side: "Hey, handsome boy, sit here with my sister."
The young man didn't twist too much, just rubbed over and sat down.
Is he really just a tourist on the way
Wen Han subconsciously looked at Cheng Muyun, trying to see some hints from him. However, there was nothing, as if no one or anything had anything to do with him, he was simply a person enjoying the journey alone.
So from the appearance of this young man, it became more lively underneath. This handsome young man couldn't stop for a moment. He went from east to west, from south to north. He came to India to see the floating corpses on the Ganges, but he found nothing. When it came to being almost slept by a male priest...
The long-haired girl yawned: "I'm so sleepy, why didn't I buy a sleeping ticket?" She looked up at Wen Han, "Did you book a ticket in advance?"
Wen Han thought for a while: "It was booked online for more than a month." She remembered that Rum, who was in charge of India's itinerary before coming to India, had complained that it was difficult to book train tickets in India.
The long-haired girl nodded, a little depressed: "If I had known, I would have made it earlier."
He muttered like this, complaining that the three male companions around him were unreliable, and that everything was not carefully prepared. Finally, the girl raised her head again wearily and looked at Wen Han: "Can I squeeze with you for an hour? I'll get off in an hour."
Wen Han hesitated for a moment.
"Sister, I'm so sleepy too, I'll get off the bus within an hour." The boy was even more pitiful, looking up at Wen Han at the same time.
After chatting for so long, they are half-baked, and it is not easy for Wen Han to refuse them again. Anyway, she can't fall asleep lying here for so long, and soon, she will get out of the car: "Then squeeze, I'll go down." It may be safer to go down than to sleep with a stranger.
At least there is Cheng Muyun down there.
She quickly climbed off the bunk.
"I'll carry you up." After the young man finished speaking, he quickly dragged the other party's waist up and sent it to the narrow upper bunk space. "I don't want to squeeze with you, men and women can't be kissed!" The girl was not happy, the boy had already jumped up and lay down on his back as a rogue: "It's good if you want to sleep, but you can choose, I won't take advantage of you." The girl After muttering, he turned over and faced inward, and that was enough.
On the girl's side, there were originally many people and few seats. After walking for two, two Indian uncles forcibly squeezed and sat together. In just one minute, she had no place to sit.
Wen Han rubbed his arms, thinking, let's go to the next station like this.
"Great monk," the short-haired girl noticed her embarrassment and said to Cheng Muyun with a smile, "You squeeze and let others sit by the window for a while."
Cheng Muyun raised his eyes, glanced at the short-haired girl, and then at Wen Han, moved his body without saying a word, squeezed out, and vacated a narrow space between himself and the window.
"Go and sit, it's hard to stand here." The short-haired girl pushed Wen Han kindly.
"Well," since Cheng Muyun had let him out, Wen Han had no reason to refuse. She lowered her head and walked over, rubbing her bare knee on his leg, and sat down next to him, "Thank you." Her tone was polite.
Cheng Muyun nodded slightly, and Quan Dang replied.
The seat was very small and crowded. The legs of the two were next to each other, and she dared not move.
He rested his hands on the small table by the window and looked out the window.
On the glass, half of his profile can be seen, which is not very clear. But she could imagine the dark pupils under his drooping bushy lashes. When I was a child, I heard a Chinese doctor in the hospital say that Chinese babies are born with very black pupils. As time goes by, the color of the pupils will gradually lose the original pure black, which is mature and The price of sophistication.
But he seems to have violated this rule.
Cheng Muyun turned a page of the book and touched her with his elbow.
Warm and cold reflex sitting upright.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and continued to read.
Only then did she realize that she was moving too much, and with a little embarrassment, she pushed the broken hair on her face behind her ears to hide the embarrassment under the surging dark tide.
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"Look, this is the linden tree I talked about with that handsome guy just now," the short-haired girl brought her camera over and showed Wen Han the scenery along the way. "It's more than 2,500 years old." Wen Han politely leaned over. I glanced at it: "This is the place where the Buddha's relics are located in the Eight Kingdoms? I remember it."
The other party smiled: "Have you been there too?"
Wen Han nodded and returned a kind smile.
The girl became more and more excited, and began to show her the pictures she took one by one. The other party was so interested, Wen Han could only get closer and appreciate it politely. She leaned out, and her hair naturally brushed off the back of Cheng Muyun's hand.
The train rolled over the rails, vibrating rhythmically, and the ends of her hair floated softly.
This touch reminded Cheng Muyun of being tied into that virgin forest by herself, dirty like a savage, with a fever, so fragile that her bones could be broken all at once, and she couldn't cry without crying... His middle finger song He stood up and passed through the soft ends of her hair. At this moment, he was thinking of the way her back was covered with thin sweat, raised her head, and lowered her waist deeply.
Obviously there is nothing, no movement, no eye contact.
But Wen Han suddenly felt uncomfortable. I was still focusing on the photo just now, but now, I can clearly feel the presence of this man beside me.
She pursed her lips and tried her best to pretend not to show any emotions.
But Cheng Muyun had already placed the book on the small table first, put his palms together humbly, got up, and disappeared into the crowd. Don't know where to go
Five minutes later, when the train began to announce the station, Wen Han suddenly realized that he was going to get off.
Wen Han remembered this site, and she needed to get off here.
Almost at the same time, her quilt was thrown from the top: "Arrived at the station? I almost fell asleep!" The teenager jumped down, as innocent as seeing her stand up just now, "Beautiful sister, are you getting off too?" Wen Han nodded.
The boy didn't talk too much, he made a gesture for Wen Han to follow him.
The train had no doors, and the car did not stop steadily. People who got on the train jumped up and squeezed into a pot of porridge with the passengers who got off the train. In the confusion, the teenager grabbed Wen Han's hand and tried to rush out of the car. At the same time, screams came from behind: "Where's my passport?! There, that boy is there!"
Amidst the screams, the girl's three male companions rushed up immediately and pressed the boy on the dirty floor.
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Wen Han sat in the corner, the boy beside him was locked on the bench with a broken chain wrapped around his hands.
"Sister," the boy moved his butt, "do me a favor."
Wen Han immediately sat up straight and listened intently, waiting for him to say what to do next.
"I have a napkin in my trouser pocket, trouble, runny nose..." The boy asked for help in embarrassment.
Wen Han was stunned, in this atmosphere, he actually wanted to laugh.
She reached out, took out the package of napkins from the boy's trouser pocket, and took out one and stuffed it into his hand. The teenager grinned, put his face to his hand, and began to wipe his nose like no one else.
Isn't he worried
Inexplicably being wrongfully stolen your passport
Wen Han was still nervous, not knowing or guessing what would happen next. She was obviously going to get out of the car as planned, but she was suddenly wronged as a teenage thief's accomplice, and was brought here - the patrol officer's office in the corner of the waiting hall.
And the five tourists, just five steps away, told the platform police in India about the "stolen" experience.
"My passport and wallet are gone, and the cash is still there," the short-haired girl said. "You must interrogate the two of them. They must know each other." The girl pointed to Wen Han and the boy.
The Indian policeman got a headache from the noise, frowning and nodding.
Robbery and theft happen all too often in India, and this is the sixteenth record made by this station police today.
"Last night, there were many monks and a lama in the car. They were all monks and had no luggage. It must be because of this that the thief came to us." English complained and waved a few pieces of paper in his hand, "Look, the transcripts are all here. Let me ask those two people when you're done talking."
The Indian police also referred to Wen Han here.
…
Wen Han closed his eyes and comforted himself: it's okay, it's okay, Wen Han, at least now at the police station, it will always be safer.
Fortunately, he left first. she thinks.
He is the real target of these people.
Just as she let out a light breath, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside: "There is a lama here who heard about the theft and said that he was on the train at the time and would like to testify for you."
Wen Han suddenly opened his eyes.
A tall and thin man dressed in red duga and a purple robe walked in calmly. She held her breath and opened her eyes - who is this
"Who is this? I haven't seen him!" The short-haired girl was also shocked.
"It's the lama who took the train with you all the way," a ticket was thrown on the table. "Here is his ticket, time, carriage, seat, all of which match you."
The lama seemed to be cooperating with the staff, put his hands together, and said with a three-point smile: "Hello everyone, we meet again, and I will be a witness for the two young people."
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The five tourists looked at each other.
"He's not, he's not. Believe me, we've never met this lama," the girl explained, stammering. "He's a fake!"
The Indian police rubbed their temples: "You just said in the transcript that there was a lama last night. Now, they even have the ticket, and you said you don't know him?"
Girls have to argue.
"Okay!" The Indian police were very annoyed. "In order to steal your passport, a fake lama was created out of thin air? Are you really here to make trouble?"
The whole people here believe in religion, and although lamas do not believe in Hinduism, they are respected.
It would be too blasphemous to say that other people's masters are fake.
The old Indian policeman who was arguing next door couldn't stand it any longer: "I see, those two young people seem to have been wronged, these people are not looking at other people's little girls. If they didn't succeed, they framed them for stealing Passport?"
The five tourists were completely incapable of speech and did not even know what to say in defense.
Obviously the lama is fake, obviously it is Zhang Guan and Li Dai...
Even five mouths can't tell a fact.
The boy continued to wipe his nose, not bothering to lift his head.
Wen Han lowered his eyes, stared at the tip of his shoe, and continued to pretend that he didn't understand English well.
I don't know, that lama is really a stranger.