Wen Han knew that these ascetic monks occasionally wiped the ashes of the dead on their own bodies, and she did not dare to get too close out of fear of the lost life. In particular, most of their faces were painted with slightly scary patterns, and the way of cultivation was too unique, so that ordinary people, even people with similar beliefs like her, could not really fully understand them.
For example, the one closest to Wen Han, according to Cheng Muyun, has been raising his right arm for more than ten years, never letting it down for a minute or a second, this is how he hone his body...
It started to rain in the middle of the night.
The late-night showers reminded her of Nepal.
The rain was not heavy, and the bonfire was blocked and would not be extinguished.
On the contrary, the ascetics were delighted by this strange change of weather, and for them, of course, the more physical torture, the better.
However, Wen Han did not think so.
She quietly held Cheng Muyun's hand and said softly, "Let's go back?"
She was obviously worried that the wound on his body was infected by the unclean rain, but somehow, the feedback in his eyes made her feel as if she had made a warm invitation...
"Where are you going?" he asked in a low voice.
Wen Han looked towards the second floor.
Fortunately, her proposal was earlier, and as soon as the two walked under the eaves, water began to flow down.
Back light here.
Cheng Muyun blocked her against the corridor wall with his body, put his hands on her side, bowed his head, and kissed her face and neck without any defense. She was flustered by him and protested softly: "Is it bad to go upstairs?" He replied in a low voice, "Darling, you must know that sometimes men are more impatient."
The rain has become heavier, perhaps because the decoration here is simple and the rain is particularly noisy.
Noisy people impetuous.
So noisy that she sometimes forgets where she is.
She could always feel and see his eyes that were more suffocating than the Himalayas looking at her, searching for her soul.
At this moment, she seemed to see an alpha wolf who lost a pack of wolves in the wilderness, looking for a companion in the dark night and the wind.
He inserted his hand into her long hair wet with rain and sweat, and made her look at him attentively: "I don't like your sympathetic look, if you don't invest in it again, trust me, I will make you unforgettable for the rest of your life. this night."
Sadly, what he said was completely contrary to what the body did.
Wen Han completely lost her willpower in the next second, raised her head, and made a blushing sound. She bit her lip abruptly, and used her remaining consciousness to look at the bonfire and the cascading figures in the distance.
…
This rain comes and goes quickly.
Early in the morning, the ascetic monks, who had been in the rain all night, were making their own breakfast, that is, swallowing a kind of flour given to them by the owner of the manor with cold water.
Wen Han watched them eat with relish.
Cheng Muyun took her by the shoulders and asked her, "Are you hungry?"
"A little bit," she thought, "you wouldn't let me eat this too, would you?"
Cheng Muyun narrowed his eyes, and pretended to be thinking for three seconds: "That thing actually doesn't taste that bad." "Then I won't eat it either..."
He used to hate people who dislike any food.
But obviously, the girl in front of him will be an exception, and he wants to be nice to her these days.
Cheng Muyun shrugged and said that he would take a cold bath and take her to dinner. She thought that he would take him back to the small building where he lived and have a "warm and harmonious" breakfast with his friends. Unexpectedly, he took the initiative to take himself out of the manor through the back door.
Out of the two-meter-high gray wall.
Only then did she know what was behind it, the lively streets and markets.
Thankfully, she was still worried last night that she was alone next to the peacock, and that some thieves would climb into the manor...
After walking out of that building, Cheng Muyun began to keep the distance he should have with her.
The two were really like a pair of brother and sister, walking side by side on this dilapidated and dirty street without high-rise buildings.
He is not picky, he just found a small shop and walked into it.
What was ordered was still pancakes and a stainless steel bowl filled with various mushy curries. Wen Han carefully discovered this time that he really doesn't eat meaty things. Thinking about it this time, it seems that he escaped from the valley at that time, and when he was eating in Kathmandu, he didn't move the chicken in the set meal, but—
"Don't kill, don't steal, don't drink, don't tell lies, don't sleep on a gorgeous bed, don't dress up, don't watch songs and dances, don't eat after noon," she laughed, joking with him, "Great monk, you are broken. Many quit."
"Also," Wen Han pointed to the curry in front of him with his chopsticks, "Buddhist believers don't eat five kinds of meat and five kinds of spicy vegetables. Is this curry considered to be broken again?"
Cheng Muyun put his hand on the side of his face, listening to her, he smiled without answering.
Wen Han's provocation failed: "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking that the woman in front of me has become more and more interesting since she was not afraid of me," Cheng Muyun sincerely expressed her appreciation, "I am enjoying the feeling of being with you more and more, and few people can say this. Something interesting to me."
Cheng Muyun looked into her eyes and added softly:
"Or to put it more simply, Wen Han, I should be starting to fall in love with you."
The evening before Zhou Ke died.
He asked Meng Liangchuan to go to the tent to change Wen Han's dressing, while he sat in the woods chatting with Zhou Ke. Zhou Ke asked him if he fell in love with this Chinese-American girl from Moscow. He didn't answer. It shouldn't have been at that time. He just wanted to get close to her instinctively.
But now, he knew very well, everything had changed.
Although there is such a big age gap between the two, and although the girl in front of him is like a blank sheet of paper to him, he really does not want to let her go. Every time he made the decision to leave, he would overturn it and start over again. Perhaps, it was the pitying eyes she looked at him many times last night that made him realize this.
Before and after, everything that happened started to point to an answer:
He, indeed, began to fall in love with this ordinary Moscow girl.
sky.
Wen Han was still holding the stainless steel spoon, completely at a loss.
She tightened her fingers and was hurt by the metal edge, but she still couldn't suppress her most direct heartbeat.
Just yesterday, she just knew his identity, approximate age, where he came from, and what he was going to do. She didn't even know what he was going to do after he found out the undercover among his brothers.
There are still a lot of questions, a lot of speculation and uncertainty, a lot of…
He told himself that he was starting to love himself.
Omg. What am I going to say
Wen Han couldn't say a word, and was completely speechless.
However, Cheng Muyun didn't give her a chance to think about how to respond, waved and paid the bill. He got up and walked to the door of the small restaurant, with his hands in the pockets of his trousers, to see the various Indian locals and tourists on the long street.
Until Wen Han caught up behind him.
Just because of Cheng Muyun's sudden words, the atmosphere became strange.
He began to become reticent.
Wen Han quietly looked at him several times, but got no response.
The two looked like tourists wandering around. Outside the temple, Wen Han took a second look, and he finally said, "Want to go in and have a look?" I brought her to India, and I haven't been to the temple with her yet, in this letter The kingdom of Buddha seems to be somewhat unreasonable.
Wen Han nodded hurriedly.
Of course, the wish made to the Buddha has been fulfilled...
To repay.
So two aimless people mixed into the long queue outside the temple. Under the scorching sun, after waiting for more than half a time, it was finally their turn, Wen Han took off his shoes under the signal of Cheng Muyun. He let her in by herself.
After all, he once became a monk, and he is not a follower of Indian Buddhism. If he really has to worship Buddha, it is not suitable for him to enter. Wen Han naturally understood, she went in and returned her wish.
Cheng Muyun squatted in front of a stall not far away that sold accessories for girls.
It is just a piece of white cloth spread out on the ground, with a lot of worthless local accessories.
When he saw her coming, he picked up a stack of golden copper rings, held her wrist, and put it on her: "Their customs, bracelets mean happiness and longevity, the more you wear, the better."
In fact, she has always wondered why Indian girls like to wear piles of bracelets and wish to put half of their arms on them. Now I understand.
"Look, the rich here give gold and gems," Cheng Muyun whispered and laughed, "But I don't have any money, is this okay?"
Wen Han raised his wrist to take a look, happier than receiving the gem.
She didn't think he could be rich. At first, she even thought that he was a down-to-earth prodigal son who returned to the secular world after becoming a monk, hanging out in Nepal every day. Later thought he was a robber smuggler who walked across the border to make illicit money, and now...
Anyway, he doesn't seem to have anything to do with being rich.
Thinking so, she shook her wrist and smiled: "What else do you want to give me? It's too shabby to give only this one."
It was meant to be said casually.
He really opened his palms, and there was a small amulet, which was the most common tourist souvenir in a Chinese temple. Usually there is a metal plate inside.
He untied the red cord and put it on for her.
Wen Han didn't know when he did this, as if he had already prepared it. She touched the inside, and there was something strange in shape, irregular... like a small piece of wood.
Is this a lie
Cheng Muyun seemed to see through her, leaned over, and said softly, "You're right, our great monks often use this to deceive people, keep it well, and don't lose it."