The window of the balcony was not closed, it was a little cold, she walked over, stretched out her arm to close the window, and saw him sitting on the platform on the second floor.
To go down, or not to go down
Wen Han lingered on this issue for three minutes, and finally thought, since he has traveled so far and came to this small alley in India after so many dangers, why bother with such an issue? She lifted her long skirt, went down from the third floor, and pushed open the door.
He was looking at the moonlit river, and when he heard the sound, he squinted and squinted at her.
This girl, she must not understand. After getting to know her, Cheng Muyun gave her many opportunities to stay away from him and keep a distance from him. Including just now, she can completely take a bath, wrap herself in the quilt and sleep, and go back to the coffee plantation with those young priests tomorrow.
The moment Wen Han walked in front of him under the moonlight, what he thought was:
The ignorant are fearless.
She doesn't understand at all, love and life, of course you have to choose the latter.
Cheng Muyun stretched out his hand to her.
She handed it over, and with a little force he dragged her onto the small high platform he was sitting on made of concrete. A yellow-haired puppy came up, Wen Han reached out and touched the puppy's head.
"Many of the dogs here grew up eating corpses," he said softly.
She stopped embarrassingly, it was so creepy, she was a little overwhelmed and thought, do you want to wash her hands? Cheng Muyun grabbed her hand when this thought flashed by her, put it under his lips, and kissed it. And what does that count.
The moment his lips touched her fingertips.
It was as if the unease that started that night at the temple had all collapsed. Wen Han even felt a sense of grievance, the kind that she couldn't tell. She felt uncomfortable from stepping into this stranger's house, and now the feeling is still there, but she doesn't. Know how to ask questions. What do you take me for? Who is that girl
He didn't say a word, spread his hands from her neckline, stroked the delicate skin of her back with his nimble fingers, lowered his head, and stared at her exposed chest...
This is a familiar way of communication for both people.
It wasn't until there were footsteps that he closed her shirt and hugged her. She sat on his lap, half leaning, still caught up in the madness. The two people seemed to be sitting on a small high platform watching the night scene, no matter who walked through the alley.
"Do you still want it?" He raised her face with his fingers, making that charming and stubborn face face him, "You have experienced it in Nepal, think about it with your cool head, I feel for you Interest, I like you, that's all right. But you know, my dear, I'm not an ordinary man in an expensive shirt wooing you in a bar on the streets of Moscow."
She looked him in the eyes, not expecting that he would bring up the topic in the first place.
"I'm a good sleeper, but it's a big joke to ask me to be responsible for you. You finally lived to twenty, just for a man whose body fit you, no ring, no wedding, don't say A house and a regular job, you may not even know your husband's name. You may be staying in an unknown private house one minute, baking bread wondering when I'll be back, and being tied up the next Hands and feet are thrown into the forest and burned to death, or, in rare cases, they will be taken to the police station after taking a train in a foreign land, waiting to be taken away by a group of strangers, not knowing their whereabouts.”
Moreover, he is very good at summing up: "Would you be willing to die for a man?"
He's not kidding.
Cheng Muyun continued to hold her tenderly in the night wind, his gaze fell into the distance, at the end of the alley, on the banks of the river with dirty debris. It was as if nothing she said just now existed. She was in a state of turmoil, and what he said was not a lie. If she was still in the laundry room of that small hotel in Nepal, she would have thought he was an alarmist, but he took her personally. experienced these.
Wen Han felt cold, lowered his head, fastened two buttons, and saw a dark red wound on his neck, which looked like a new injury. She touched.
He looked back and looked down at her.
"You said at the temple that you would let me go back to Moscow in three months?" she asked softly.
"Of course. You see, I'm a monk, and monks don't lie."
"Then will we meet again?"
"No." He was certain.
He didn't lie to her that morning in the laundry room. He told her that it could only be a dewy love affair, which was a fact, not a pretense of deceiving an unknown girl. Wen Han touched his wounded fingers, slid up, sat up straight, looked at him, and touched his upper lip with his lips.
Cheng Muyun didn't move.
Until I heard her whisper in Russian: "I don't care... these three months, you must stay with me."
long quiet.
Cheng Muyun lowered his head slightly and began to get her close. This reminded him of what the man said after he came back from the station. It is not ordinary for him to be able to bear the fear of the unknown. The brother smiled and asked him if he really broke his lust.
Broken, so what
Cheng Muyun kissed her on this platform on a hot night. At first, it was very slow, biting each other's lips lightly, and it was such a simple little lingering, she could faint, and she felt his body temperature rising in impetuousness. She is not the only one who wants to be together.
Of course he doesn't need her to answer, I'm willing to die for you. This unrealistic answer, if she said it, he would find it ridiculous.
He prefers the answer he has now.
At this moment, after fleeing Nepal, she still yearns for him, expressing her love for him.
must.
Since she dared to make such a request, if he were a man, he would not refuse again.
Cheng Muyun hugged her horizontally, jumped off the cement platform, entered the door, and went up to the third floor.
In that small room, when he went in and saw the bed just now, he wanted to throw her on it. Now, since she has asked for it, how could he not do it
This kind of cotton cloth in India is like paper in his hands, and it tears apart with a little force. Wen Han couldn't bear his strength, bit his shoulder, and returned him all the emotions that had kept him depressed for two whole days.
He chuckled and whispered something in Russian: Push harder, darling.
…
Some people have a cold body within a few hours of being born. Some people live for hundreds of years, but their last wish is a peaceful death without pain. Some people have an accident on the eve of their marriage. Yet still-
The birth of a human being is like the flower of the tuna bowl, which appears every moment.
discernible, discernible,
Today, what is most desired at this moment is enough.
Late at night, the priests came back.
Wen Han held a water glass with a ruddy face and sat in front of the TV watching an English program. Cheng Muyun cut a plate of fruit and put it on the low table.
The two girls who followed Cheng Muyun were relatively taboo and went to the hotel to stay, but this younger sister stayed here temporarily with him tonight. Wen Han was not used to being courteous to three young Indian men at first. "In India, there are Dry days where you can't drink," the young man told her enthusiastically. "There are no alcohol days, and there are states where you can't drink."
"Really? That kind of law must not work in Moscow, a city full of booze," she replied.
The young man laughed immediately: "But you have to believe that my mind is not so rigid."
Wen Han was embarrassed by this young man's enthusiasm: "I believe..." She looked at Cheng Muyun beside her. Thinking of him telling him to play brother and sister together, because if she is Cheng Muyun's family, she will get more and more favorable protection. After all, in a country like India, it's really not flattering to care about girlfriends or wives.
Fortunately, this is just a very warm and polite way of expressing goodwill. These men are Brahmins and rarely marry other castes, let alone a foreigner. They noticed that Wen Han was really not interested, and because her "brother" was by her side, she couldn't be too attentive, so the topic quickly changed.
However, they couldn't understand it at all, and Cheng Muyun's words of Russian from time to time were much more explicit than they were.
For example, now, there is the following dialogue.
"Congratulations," Cheng Muyun put his hand on the cushion and whispered, "You start to make men fascinated by you again, and I even start to wonder if I have been caught in your ecstasy all the time." Wen Han sat on him Beside me, but maintaining the "safe" distance that adult siblings should have, I also replied softly in Russian: "It's the first time you have mistaken someone..."
"Do you really think so?" He took a sip of mineral water.
"Isn't it?"
"no."
"… "
"I was fascinated by you in the snow-covered plateau. When I saw you in Nepal again, I just thought it was the Buddha's manifestation, and I could no longer control my lower body. I just made an excuse to drag you into the room and insult you," he whispered. Laughing, "Look, dear, are you satisfied with this answer?"
She bit the corner of her lower lip and began to learn how to interact with him: "Well, it's not bad."
I know it's a lie, but why bother with the truth. It seemed that something had been broken between the two of them after more than two hours of being alone in the room just now.
"It seems that I not only ripped off your clothes, but also ripped off your not-so-cute side." He raised the glass in his hand, and with a small gesture, touched the place where he was bitten through his shirt. . Her face was hot and she couldn't help kicking him.
"You and your sister have a really good relationship." People around you expressed their envy in English.
"It's always been the case. She likes to bicker with me occasionally, trying to challenge my authority as an older brother. But I prefer to give her up and let her fool around." He also replied in English, showing that he was a qualified older brother and didn't mind these men at all. pursuit of her.
And just fifteen minutes ago, in the room, he lowered his sweaty face to kiss her shoulders.
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How long has it been since she had a good night's sleep
Since the small temple in Nepal, she hadn't slept well, and she easily stayed up all night on the train before arriving here.
Wen Han slept very deeply that night, and even in her dreams, she pushed open the small wooden door of her Moscow home many times and saw a man's back facing him. She whispered his name in Russian, but he didn't move. Just don't look back.
A wet touch behind her ear pulled her out of her nightmare.
She was half asleep, still immersed in his ignorance of her injury, and a man's weight was already on her body: "Morning."
"Um..." She was confused.
She said "um" again.
"Have you ever thought, if I'm a total bad guy? How do you get away?"
She kept all her voices in her throat, her voice weak: "Go grab a bunch of Indians and be taken to the police station, there is always a chance to escape."
Across a door, someone was walking outside.
"Good idea," Cheng Muyun commented in a low voice, and then asked, "Do you know what they are going to do?" He pointed to the sound of footsteps walking outside the door, "In half an hour, the sun will leave the horizon. Many people prayed and washed their karma with river water."
His voice is so soft, it literally binds your consciousness.
I don't know if the snake is so silent when it devours the creature, and it also carries a deadly entanglement that goes deep into the bone marrow, seemingly gentle, but can actually suffocate you.
His movements were not as gentle as his words.
Even for a few moments, she felt that she would be trapped in this room and die on this bed for the rest of her life.
The first time he was in the valley, he was very gentle, he was accommodating her and taking into account her feelings. Later in the forest, he just wanted to ward off the cold for her, without any personal feelings. Last night, she was the one taking the initiative. Only now, in this dark early morning outside the window, is this the real him.
Aggressive, direct, and leaves no room for anything.
included in this matter.
When Wen Han put the small oil lamp made of leaves in his hand on the water surface and watched it slowly float into the distance in the formation of hundreds of oil lamps praying for blessings, he was still thinking that it was such an experience when he fell in love with someone for the first time. . A man who doesn't know anything but his name is so close.
How incredible.
At this time, the sunrise came.
Facing the orange river and the horizon, everyone began to pray devoutly. Whether it is the person sitting on the stone platform, the naked person in the river, or even the stranger who puts on a lamp and prays for blessings, all fell silent.
She looked at the man standing beside her, Cheng Muyun noticed her gaze, looked back, and caught her peeking action. Wen Han was a little embarrassed and couldn't help complaining: "Can you feel others observing you at any time?"
"It's instinct."
"Do you know what I was thinking just now?" Wen Han said softly, "I was thinking..." If he was really a dangerous smuggler, how would his story and himself go
Cheng Muyun looked like a person who had no curiosity at all.
He didn't follow up on her self-questioning and self-answering, and even when she stopped halfway through, he just glanced at her again and continued to look at the river.
The river was smeared with local women, old and young, diving into the water grotesquely and repeatedly until they were drenched before they came ashore satisfied.
She looked at his profile and thought: What if he was just a man who wanted to cheat in the beginning
A monk who has returned from secular life, with his good looks and body, deceives young women who come to pilgrimage in Nepal all day long? She imagined another story direction in her mind.
The two walked along the river and saw a lot of dying beggars, and extended their hands to those who passed by. "They are saving money to buy wood for burning the corpse," Cheng Muyun at this time seemed to be a dutiful man accompanying his girlfriend on a tour of a foreign country, "a few hundred rupees."
Wen Han reached out to him.
"What?" he laughed.
"Boss, give me some pocket money," she rolled her eyes. "Let me collect some virtue." He bought all the tickets for her journey along the way, and the only rupee was spent. There was no passport, no Any luggage is like a woman who has been abducted by him.
Cheng Muyun was amused by her words.
In his eyes, the girl slowly had more vivid expressions.
If it weren't for the two encounters in the plateau and Nepal, if it wasn't for her and Wang Wenhao being together, making him doubt her identity, the two would never have had an intersection. The later physical communication, and now, at this moment, began a real ordinary life communication, which surprised him. Want to know more.
Too bad there is no time.
In the early morning in the valley, he really thought about going back to Moscow, being an ordinary person, and falling in love with her.
But Zhou Ke died, and everything started to go off track.
He used to think that everything was under control. Ten years ago, the death of many friends gave him his first blow. Ten years later, the other party is still telling him with his brother's death: As long as you are still Cheng Muyun, it is impossible to have an ordinary life.
He has too many blood debts from his brothers on his back, and he will never look back.
He took a small dollar bill from his trousers pocket and handed it to her.
Wen Han looked at the beggars near and far, picked the one who was most likely to die first, walked over, and put the banknotes in front of the old man. The dying old man was lying on the broken blanket, unable to get up, struggling to express his gratitude.
The old man's dirty palms pressed against her forehead.
Wen Han didn't mind, closed his eyes slightly: Buddha is on top, please bless me so that he can fall in love with me and never leave me again.