Life: A Black and White Film

Chapter 26: Lovesick to whom (3)

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Wen Han opened his eyes and stood up happily. Just as he was about to talk to him, he saw a familiar figure appear in the crowd in the distance.

Meng Liangchuan took off his sunglasses and grinned, "I'm here."

Wen Han frowned subconsciously.

Meng Liangchuan was very depressed: "Miss Wenhan, why are you unhappy when you see an old acquaintance? Don't forget, you have escaped death several times, not only did Cheng Muyun help you, but I also did a lot of work." , did not forget to shake his head, "Sure enough, for women, looking good is more important than anything else."

She murmured softly: "Anyway, it's never good to see you."

"...Miss, you must make it clear that the man behind you is the one who brings you bad luck, not me." Meng Liangchuan took out a small bag from his arms and handed it to Cheng Muyun.

Cheng Muyun took it, walked down the stone steps, half squatted, opened the small bag, and poured the contents into the river.

"What is that?" Wen Han asked softly, with a bad feeling.

"Zhou Ke's ashes."

"Zhou Ke?" Wen Han lost his voice and looked at Meng Liangchuan with wide eyes.

Meng Liangchuan: "Yes, the ashes of the good-looking young man who brought you back to Cheng Muyun from the Russian consulate. I originally wanted to stay in Nepal and let Cheng Muyun bring it back to Moscow for burial, but he asked me to bring it. , spread here."

This must be another wonderful story, Meng Liangchuan guessed.

He even began to speculate with great interest that he would always follow Cheng Muyun, how would he die? where did you die? Crazy, so fucking exciting.

too suddenly.

Wen Han's head was confused. He was in the temple that night and shaved him by himself. Could it be that Zhou Ke was already... She thought that in the weak light of the butter lamp, his eyes were looking at his nose and his nose was looking at his heart. He was using Is the ordination ceremony for one's own friends

Cheng Muyun threw the bag containing the ashes into the water and walked up the steps.

"There are too many ashes in this river, and they said that they can give people rest. If you want me to see, they will be squeezed to death." Meng Liangchuan is not a Buddhist, and he speaks a little more openly.

"Zhou Ke doesn't believe in Buddhism." Cheng Muyun replied without expression.

However, that kid said very seriously: Boss, whatever you believe, I will believe it.

She had a lot of questions to ask him, but thinking that he wouldn't answer anything, she could only keep these questions in her heart. Going down and sinking.

The chaotic mood continued until sunset.

Seeing her depressed, the young priests asked her, since they saw the sunrise in the morning, would they like to see the daily Ganges ritual? She just arrived yesterday, and these people were embarrassed to invite her, but now, they think she can go and see.

Wananasi.

She had been to this city more than a month ago.

At that time, watching these sacrifices at night, they just passed by in a hurry. There were too many tourists and too many young artists gathered by the river, which was her impression at that time. Looking at these priests at the time, she never thought that she would revisit the old place in more than a month. This time, she was sitting among these locals, rather than watching from a distance as a tourist.

She is watching the sacrifice.

And that girl was chatting with Cheng Muyun in a low voice. She couldn't help but take a few more glances, so that she didn't listen to Meng Liangchuan's jokes.

The girl turned her back to the lively crowd, her eyes were red, and she wiped it with the back of her hand: "I heard that people can rest in peace when the ashes are scattered in this river. But it's the same wherever they are buried. I can't go to sacrifice anyway."

Cheng Muyun lowered his eyes and said nothing.

The girl turned the ring in her hand, and a minute later, Li Suo took it off: "I threw it into the river in a while, and I was widowed when I was only twenty-six years old. It's really... The stinky boy hurt me, when he said he was better than me Three years younger, he insists on saying how good the junior female junior is," the girl babbled, and after a while, she asked him, "Can you make an exception and tell me how he died?"

Cheng Muyun was silent for a while: "Someone leaked his identity."

In that early morning, in the small hall on the first floor, everyone thought that those people would attack Cheng Muyun first, but they didn't expect that they would know Zhou Ke's identity. Zhou Ke had no time to escape and was seriously injured. When he barely ran out, Meng Liangchuan was rushing over with the local police, and that kid... blocked another fatal blow for Meng Liangchuan.

Although Zhou Ke despised Meng Liangchuan in his mouth, and even in his heart, he had no choice but to be recognized by Cheng Muyun, that is, his brother.

It's my brother's, and they'll all die after me.

This is the simplest idea of all those who follow Cheng Muyun.

The two stood silently, and after a while, the girl suddenly smiled: "She has been looking at us. That's how women are, as long as they like you, any woman who is close to you will be a rival in love, no matter how generous you are. , here," the girl touched her heart, "it will be uncomfortable."

Cheng Muyun replied, "If even a twenty-year-old girl can't fool her, do you think you can fool other trained people?"

Who is this group of people, what is their relationship with each other, Wen Han can't know. She had to be in a fog, and she didn't even notice that she escaped at the end. This would be best for her and the safest for the people around Cheng Muyun.

At the climax of the sacrificial activities, the tourists began to applaud.

Cheng Muyun walked back to her, the girl followed him, Wen Han sitting on the blanket, moved his seat to them. In front of everyone, she was still his sister, she sat upright, trying her best to ignore the girl sitting on the other side of him.

Cheng Muyun didn't say a single word to her all night.

But from time to time, he talked to the girl in a low voice and smiled.

She always wanted to say something to him, but the pride in her heart no longer allowed it. Yesterday was the best she could do. Ask him to "must" be with him, lie in a bed all night, even under his guidance, take the initiative to linger with him in the most daring way.

But it seems, as long as this girl appears.

All efforts go to zero.

Here is a lively sacrifice, and in the distance, it is dark and people are burning corpses. There is a culture she has not seen here, and the foreign country can't make people's hearts quiet. She lowered her head and looked at the corners of her skirt. It seems that Buddha still thinks that this wish is too small. He just prayed in the morning, and now he has actually answered it.

Cheng Muyun noticed that Wen Han's mood had fallen into a trough, and after being silent for a while, he continued to chat softly with the girl on the right. As for the chatter, no one could hear it.

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This is a family manor.

When she heard "coffee plantation" for the first time, she thought that Cheng Muyun would take her to the countryside. Now it turns out that I guessed completely wrong.

The young priests she knew in Wananasi were college students and members of the family. And according to the Indian girl in front of Wen Han at this time: "Don't you know? Have you never heard your brother mention it? God, he is really a low-key person. He is my eldest brother's classmate, a college classmate, in my When my eldest brother was kidnapped, he rescued him. He is our family's benefactor." There was a very subtle admiration in the girl's eyes.

Of course it was hidden by her.

She would even hope to get the heart of this man and take her out of this country. Although she has a generous dowry and three powerful brothers, she still doesn't like a patriarchal society where everything is based on her husband's family.

Wen Han did not expect that he also went to university.

She didn't experience those in Nepal at first, and kept wondering if he was just a socialist, and then he couldn't get along, or he became a monk after some setbacks? After going through all of that later, she still thinks he's a mixed society...

He should be in any dangerous place.

Displaced, not enough to eat, not warm, in ruined temples, or on the plateau, in short, it is not like a person who can appear in a normal place.

The Indian girl was not allowed to be alone with strange men, so after chatting with her, she asked the family servant to take her to the coffee plantation.

This is the first time she has seen a large coffee tree up close.

Workers are picking fruit.

Cheng Muyun sat cross-legged under a tree and fished out a handful of coffee beans: "Coffee berries have a long development period, such small grains take 8 to 12 months, and can be picked that year, while some medium and large grains will be picked next year. Patience is required."

Beside her, the girl snorted and muttered softly, "Do you want to plant it one year ago and harvest it the next year? Then I'm definitely not suitable for growing coffee. Zhou Ke said that I lack patience the most."

Cheng Muyun raised his lips slightly.

Then the girl looked up to see Wen Han and smiled: "I always feel that we have met many times, and it is inconvenient for you not to know my name."

Wen Han shook his head and said softly, looking at the coffee beans in the basket: "Don't tell me, he said, I can't know anything."

The girl continued to laugh: "It's not that serious, you can call me Zhou Zhou."

Is it Zhou again? Wen Han nodded.

After Zhou Zhou finished speaking, he pointed to the three men walking in the distance: "Have you seen them too?"

Wen Han came over just now and noticed the two of them sitting side by side, but only now did he notice that there were people in the coffee tree in the distance. A man with a fair face and some female looks wearing a hat, isn't he a fake lama at the station? Of course she knew the boy beside him. There was also a man wearing blue metal-framed glasses. Wen Han also remembered that he was the one who called Zhou Ke's name in the valley that night.

Zhou Zhou smiled and looked at the three men: "Hello, my name is Zhou Zhou."

"Fu Ming," said the fake lama.

"Xiao Zhuang." The boy said.

"Chen Yuan." The man with glasses said.

"It's all so ugly, it must be a fake name," Zhou Zhou smiled, and continued to ask Cheng Muyun curiously, "You said just now that there are two coffee beans in each coffee berry?"

"Yes," Cheng Muyun opened a coffee bean, "Look, there are two coffee beans in each one facing each other."

Zhou Zhou took it from Cheng Muyun's fingers without hesitation, and laughed softly: "It turns out that every coffee cherry is a sweetheart's bean."

Wen Han stood neither embarrassed nor embarrassed, as if she was superfluous: "It's a little sunburned here, can you take me to rest?" She whispered for help to the servant, who immediately bowed and took her away.

The pair of men and women under the tree are like no one else, popular science coffee beans or lovers beans.

Chen Yuan couldn't help but glanced at Zhou Zhou more.

In fact, Chen Yuan met Zhou Zhou twice: once in a hotel in Kathmandu, and once in a camp where Zhou Zhou vaccinated tourists against rabies. It's just that in these two meetings, he and Zhou Ke were protecting them in the dark, so they never really met. But Chen Yuan remembered that when Zhou Ke saw this Zhou Zhou, his eyes were very wrong. He thought that Zhou Ke secretly liked her.

But now it looks like it's wrong, this Zhou Zhou obviously has an affair with Cheng Muyun. How did Cheng Muyun find someone of his own

At the same time, Xiao Zhuang also quietly gave Fu Ming an ambiguous look:

Damn it, the big monk found two women after he broke his precepts? Another one of your own