Wen Han tries to stay out of the way.
The lama took the initiative to walk in front of her: "Before I got off the train, I left a book on the train. I wonder if you saw it?"
Wen Han raised his head and met those unfamiliar eyes.
At the moment when her eyes collided, she subconsciously started her own derivation:
This strange man was holding Cheng Muyun's ticket, wearing his clothes, the number of trains, the time, and the question he asked her all flawlessly trying to prove that he was Cheng Muyun on the train.
Of course, this is a big lie.
But the train had already left, and the only people present were she, the teenager and five tourists. For now, the police have begun to disbelieve what the five tourists said. As long as she and the teenager can identify this strange man as the lama on the train, the police will definitely believe it.
Besides, there was indeed a lama in the records of those people just now, which is also evidence.
So, as long as she is willing to cooperate.
This strange lama can in turn prove her and the boy's innocence and help them escape.
"It should be... still in the car," Wen Han heard himself reply softly, "I thought the master would come back, so I didn't put the book away, sorry."
The lama had a smile in his eyes and nodded regretfully: "Unfortunately, I haven't finished reading that book." He turned around and said to several police officers, "After I got out of the car, I saw that you arrested these two young people, I came here specially to see if I can testify for them. After all, they are two good children who believe in Buddhism, and I don’t want them to be wronged for some misunderstanding.”
Several station policemen were already getting impatient with the five rowdy young tourists, and at this point, the natural choice was to take the Lama's word entirely. Fake Lama? Are you kidding
The Indian police politely pointed to the chair: "Master, please sit down and ask a few questions as a routine."
The lama sat down calmly: "Okay."
ten minutes later.
Wen Han walked out of the station police's office and walked to the crowded station hall. Inside the glass door behind him, five young tourists were locked inside, and it was said that they would be released only after dark.
It's a punishment for obstructing official duties.
"Thank you." Wen Han looked at the bald-headed man who looked rather feminine.
The man smiled: "You're welcome, Miss Wen Han."
This isn't their first meeting.
In the morning in that small town in Nepal, the man and the boy saw Wen Han with tears on his face, screamed and rushed out of the small shop before entering the shop and put down a US dollar bill on the counter like ordinary tourists.
That was the first time he saw Wen Han, although Wen Han didn't know it.
At that time, he couldn't see anything special about this woman, except that she looked good, now... at least she is a smart and calm woman.
When Cheng Muyun was working in Nepal, the man was planning the next itinerary in India, so he didn't know that Wen Han was the woman Cheng Muyun had an affair with in Nepal. He also thought that he was another hidden member of the many groups under Cheng Muyun.
Only later did I know this little episode: this Miss Wen Han was an unplanned woman.
The man winked and stepped into the crowd first.
The teenager standing beside Wen Han threw the tissue in his hand to the garbage pile in the corner: "Don't be afraid, we are all here." The teenager whispered, took out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack, plugged it into Wen Han's hands, and then left.
No goodbyes.
Surrounded by the chaos and noise of the train station.
Now, she is the only one left to continue the rest of the journey.
Wen Han looked down and saw that the packaging of the mineral water in his hand turned out to be Nepalese packaging. Could it be that these two people... came all the way from Nepal
She thought of Cheng Muyun's friends who woke up in the valley early in the morning and appeared one after another from the grass in the woods. I didn't count them carefully at that time, but now that I think about it, there should be twenty or so. Most of them wear ordinary clothes, and most of them don't look good. They are not even as good as ordinary backpackers in terms of food and accommodation, and they have to constantly deal with various emergencies.
Since last night, it has been all sudden: being wrongfully stolen passport, taken to the station police office, trapped. Until that strange man exchanged clothes and tickets with Cheng Muyun to relieve them, she believed that these were their temporary countermeasures.
What are these people and Cheng Muyun doing
Just like a math problem, she was calculating the final answer by herself according to Professor Cheng Muyun's formula.
She doesn't like math that much.
But now, unexpectedly... Began to look forward to what will happen next.
She silently recited what Cheng Muyun explained.
Next, she's going to find a place.
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Before dark, she stood at the mouth of the narrow alley.
There are open-air dining shops on both sides of the alley. There is a dog sniffing around Wen Han. Her sudden appearance attracted the glances of several young men who were having dinner. As if she didn't see it, she hurriedly walked into the alley, with small shops with souvenirs on both sides.
She looked up, looking for where she was going.
There is no house number, only Cheng Muyun's description.
There is an Indian uncle in white, with a big belly standing in front of his store, smiling and looking at Wen Han. She smiled back embarrassedly: I'm sorry, uncle, I don't have time to buy your souvenirs...
After a right turn, several rusted metal escalators appeared.
One, two, three, four, and the fourth escalator. She was worried, counted again, finally took a deep breath, and went up the stairs to the platform on the second floor. The door was closed, she walked over, there was even the sound of the TV inside, and she could smell the strong aroma of food.
What happened on the train left her with lingering fears.
Anyone she saw along the way made her feel unsafe. So along the way, she didn't dare to eat anything casually, and only relied on the bottle of water to get here. Already hungry. "When you get there, you'll be safe." This is what Cheng Muyun told her.
Therefore, at this moment, she inexplicably felt that she had returned to the normal world.
Wen Han raised his hand and knocked on the door.
There was someone talking in English and asked with a smile, who has the hand to open the door? A girl said she came to open the door. There was still laughter, and the door was then opened.
What caught my eye was a very harmonious party scene.
A few men in grey or white cotton trousers gathered together and seemed to be chatting. They were all young Indians, and the door was opened by a young girl of Western appearance. And a girl leaning against the kitchen door…
Wen Han looked at her in surprise. This was the third time they had met. Little inns in Kathmandu, doctors in camps, and now, what? Wen Han's heart was slightly sour. She could rationally guess that this girl must be the same group of "friends" of Cheng Muyun as Zhou Ke, the boy and the fake lama, but emotionally... This girl is too special It was so special that it made her very uncomfortable.
It's hard to tell how uncomfortable it is. She just wanted to see him right away and ask thoroughly, who is this girl? Does it really have nothing to do with him.
The girl smiled and said to the small kitchen, "Your sister is here."
younger sister? Wen Han was slightly startled.
The tall, thin figure who disappeared on the train last night walked out of the kitchen carrying a large stainless steel tray with a stack of pancakes on it and several mushy Indian dishes in stainless steel bowls. He put the things on the low table: "Just in time, it's time to eat."
Everyone smiled and welcomed Wen Han in.
Sitting on the ground enthusiastically, around the low table, the girl sat down next to Cheng Muyun, her eyes and body movements like his girlfriend. And Wen Han was introduced as his sister from the moment he entered the door. "My friend, please tell me, does your beautiful sister need an Indian boyfriend?" someone asked half-jokingly.
Cheng Muyun put his arms on the cushion behind him, resting in the most comfortable position: "We Chinese are not like your country. Brothers can decide the fate of sisters, and I have no right to ask her friends." He knew that she had come all the way. Hungry, she has already cooked the best local food for her with the best ingredients available here. It's a pity that she doesn't seem to be looking very well, and the reason why it's so bad—
He was clear.
Dinner was pleasant and everyone was very welcoming.
Wen Han even thought that he had returned to the small family gathering of college classmates in college. It's just that her thoughts are always wandering. After shaving him from the temple that night, she feels more and more that there is always an inexplicable sense of distance between the two people, and why there is such a sense of distance—
She didn't know.
While chatting after dinner, Wen Han learned through dialogue that the Indians in this room are all young people from the Brahmin caste. Because there are a lot of mentions of Indian race names in the classics, she naturally understands that this caste has the highest status in India. "Of course, the current law considers the caste system to be unreasonable," said the boy who was very attentive to Wen Han with a smile. "However, this does not affect the respect we deserve."
They had priestly work and left temporarily in the evening.
The two girls also quietly left the room, leaving her and him alone. Cheng Muyun stood up against the floor and motioned her to follow him upstairs without any extra words.
The two went to the room on the third floor.
It's very small, open the door, there is only a big bed with orange-red sheets, and a terrace, a small terrace that is all sealed with glass.
Obviously, along the way, the most looking forward to seeing him is.
From entering this small and full room furnished with only one bed, in addition to the bathroom, is the terrace. She has some...
"Don't dare to come in?" Cheng Muyun turned his back to her, passed through the arched patio door, stood in the small glass space, and looked at the Nile River under the moon, which was not a beautiful view outside the window.
"When did you get here?"
"An hour and thirty-four minutes ahead of you," he replied.
The moment she stepped into the door, she was still wondering if this calmness was real.
Since meeting him, every day has been very twists and turns, and even, she will have an unrealistic imagination, will there be any danger here in the next moment? For example, those young people of the Brahmin caste suddenly turned their faces, such as...
But he said that once she got here, she was safe.
Trust, not knowing when it took root in her soul, she no longer doubted his words.
The windows on the terrace are half open.
It smells like night.
There, at the end of the alley under the window is a small burning gathering place by the river.
She heard him say, "In Hinduism, life doesn't begin with birth, it ends with death, it's just one part of an endless journey of countless lives, so you see, India where people wait for their loved ones to burn their bodies. People are not sad."
"Yeah." She had liked to hear him say this since she was on the train last night.
"They don't shy away from the two sides of people," Cheng Muyun turned around. "Good and evil, sadness and joy, love and hate, lowness and nobility, selfishness and altruism are the contradictory mixture of a complete person."
The moment he raised his hand, Wen Han's face was a little hot.
But he just rubbed her long hair lightly: "Go take a shower?"
The fluctuations in her eyes were easily captured by him. The first time the girl with a beautiful body in front of him was his, so he was familiar with all her sexy little movements, including the breathing rate she tried hard to be calm and reserved. absorb.
He even remembered the frayed wounds on her back after the first night.
I don't know, will those scars leave a lifelong mark? When she is seen by her future lover, will she ask the origin
"Will we be in India all the time?" She was in a trance, burned by his gaze.
"Yes," he whispered, "as far as I tell you, you can read books, make friends, and relax in the coffee plantation. This is the first country in Asia to grow coffee, and the colonial history is very interesting," his The voice was getting lower and lower, but her hand left her long hair, "Darling, I'm sorry for letting you spend those days of running around in Nepal. It's safe here."
He leaned over to her and looked into her eyes: "Go, take a shower."
This urging is too straightforward.
She couldn't stay any longer, so she hurriedly picked up clean clothes on the bed and went to take a shower. When he came out again, the room was empty, and he was gone.