They are like a pair of lovers who just fell in love, returning from an unknown town with a bag of mangoes.
While Cheng Muyun was picking out the fruit, she turned her back and curiously took a look at the contents of the amulet brocade bag. Fingernail-sized, irregular, sun-dried rhizomes. What exactly is this? it's wired.
Back in the manor, all the peacocks were released by the servants, and there were five or six, three males: "It's a pity that they didn't open the screen." She sighed with emotion.
Cheng Muyun heard her regret.
He walked up to a male peacock, squatted down halfway, dug out a small pebble from the soil, and rubbed it between his fingers.
Wen Han thought he would attack the peacock with stones.
Unexpectedly, he didn't have any aggressive actions, but, staring at the peacock, with a look full of intimidation ready to go at any time, the peacock stopped his sloppy footsteps, and was also looking at him.
He hissed without warning.
The peacock turned on the screen with a bang, and ran away screaming.
"Look, it also thinks you are beautiful," he weighed the stones and stood up with a smile. "It is opening the screen for you and expressing its admiration for you."
Wen Han didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Obviously I was scared by you."
Cheng Muyun's words could not deceive her. When she was doing social science thesis in college, she had studied a lot of animals. At that time, she thought peacocks were very interesting.
When he loves you, or when he feels that you are threatening his life, he will show you his most charming side only when these two emotions exist.
At this moment, she found that it was very similar to Cheng Muyun's characteristics.
Cheng Muyun didn't seem to plan to continue living in this shabby little building without any modern facilities, and went back to the white, modernly decorated two-story European-style villa with her.
There are many single-family buildings like this in this manor.
The servants and thousands of employees who were in charge of the preparatory work were busy preparing for the ordination ceremony of the manor a few days later. There are so many guests that no one pays special attention to them.
Notice in this single building, one, two, three, four, five, six—
six guests.
Wen Han changed into clean clothes and went to the terrace on the second floor to see a few people smiling and sitting together around the stone table with the bright red mangoes that Cheng Muyun bought on top.
"Monk, how do you buy mangoes? What's new here? Did you say that you said on the train Mozi'an Moruo?" Xiaozhuang peeled off the skin and ate it whole, "Am I right?"
"Do you believe what the monk said?" Fu Ming picked, "It's not delicious, and no one eats it. He was talking about it on the train. You can also try it. The most famous fruit in India is mango. "Fu Ming threw one to Chen Yuan, and Chen Yuan took it and put it on the table without eating it.
"Isn't there a kind of mango in India that can be eaten directly with a straw? I don't want to peel it with my hands." Zhou Zhou was really too lazy to peel it with his hands, and his hands were full of juice.
And happy.
Like a gathering of old friends.
These people, while doing the same thing a lot of the time, never introduce themselves to each other.
Now, everyone seems to be relaxed.
Wen Han took off his shoes, curled up on the edge of a sun lounger, lowered his head, and obediently peeled the mango in his hand. Not far away, two Indian boys holding plastic pipes, humming softly, were watering the flowerbeds. Actually, a rainbow was poured out.
She eats the mango slowly, watching them.
Zhou Zhou is Zhou Ke's girlfriend and Cheng Muyun's cousin. Even Fu Ming doesn't know her identity. Cheng Muyun told her just now.
"Aren't you going to eat?" she asked Zhou Zhou.
Zhou Zhou pursed his lips and smiled and shook his head.
It seems that apart from Xiaozhuang and Wen Han, everyone is not interested in the mangoes that Cheng Muyun bought. So eating and eating, Xiaozhuang and Wen Han also noticed that they were the only ones who were greedy, looked at each other and smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.
Wen Handa felt from the bottom of his heart that this young man was a good person.
Although she did not dare to influence Cheng Muyun's judgment.
She put the mango peel on the table, Zhou Zhou took out a wet tissue and stuffed it to her: "Don't be like those men, wipe your pants, it's disgusting." Wen Han smiled: "Thank you."
Xiaozhuang immediately went to see Fu Ming.
I rely on it, the great monk is too good at it. The Queen's Queen and the Queen are the blessings of the people of Qi.
Fu Ming was as if he hadn't drawn a knife and a gun to fight with Cheng Muyun at all last night, pretending that he was not interested in anything: "Look what I do, eat your mango."
The crowd laughed.
The sun is strong.
Chen Yuan got up, dragged two large parasols and placed them beside the stone table to shade everyone.
Fu Ming kicked Xiaozhuang and asked Xiaozhuang to get the poker and start the game. A few people didn't carry much cash with them, so Zhou Zhou, the only girl, held a book to keep accounts. It is said that after leaving the manor to go their separate ways, whoever loses will put the money into a public account, and the winner will take the money. Walk.
After going their separate ways
Wen Han's heart was slightly suffocated, even someone like her who had just been in contact with them for a few days could not imagine what would happen next, let alone... Cheng Muyun.
The small villager brought the cards and started the game.
Everyone was chatting, some people were complaining about not being able to eat meat, some people were complaining that the street outside was too dirty, some people were saying that it was unimaginable that in a few days, hundreds of thousands of people would gather here to participate in the ceremony of the manor master’s ordination…
Although they are polite to Wen Han, they are outsiders after all, and they can't continue without a few words. Wen Han also realized that she was a hindrance, Cheng Muyun squatted in the distance to look at the flowerbed again, she sat for a while and then left.
The moment Wen Han disappeared, all the complaints were gone, and a few people in the gambling game became silent.
From the lively back to the deserted.
"Boss Fu," Chen Yuan rubbed the three cards in his hand, and slowly, slowly, turned over the points, "Did you come back after hanging up last night?"
Fu Ming raised his eyelids and said nothing.
"Ah?" Xiaozhuang was surprised, "Have you been drinking and reminiscing with the great monk? What kind of prizes are there?"
Fu Ming smiled lightly: "Don't talk about me, Chen Yuan, you've been his shadow for so many years, and it's the first time you've been exposed to the sun, doesn't it feel strange?"
Zhou Zhou continued to shuffle the cards and sighed: "So you already know?"
Xiao Zhuang looked at the three of them and said nothing.
It seems that everyone here knows what Cheng Muyun, who was squatting under the scorching sun while looking at the flowers and chatting with the young Indians who were watering them, was doing.
Only the youngest boy didn't seem to understand.
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Wen Han returned to the guest room, closed the curtains, and threw himself into the soft quilt. He fell asleep after a while. The incense in the room was too hypnotic.
On the wrist, something cool slipped past.
One after another.
She hummed twice, frowned, narrowed her eyes, and watched Cheng Muyun playing with the cheap bracelet on her wrist in a daze. She put her hand on his back, curled up, and put her face against his leg: "Can I buy some incense to go home, my mother likes this very much."
India is the birthplace of incense culture.
Take it back, the adoptive mother will like it.
"No problem," he said, pulling up the thick white tent next to the bed.
As if it was an appointment in advance, a servant pushed the door and walked in. They assumed that the female guest had fallen asleep, and began to clean up the room lightly.
Cheng Muyun smiled and continued to move the bracelets on her wrist one by one.
Occasionally there is a crisp sound.
Wen Han withdrew his hand, causing a series of clattering sounds...
She silently took off the string of bracelets and stuffed them under the quilt, temporarily blocking the source of the sound. After all, she is still his sister in name now. If she is so vaguely pulled up to the bed tent and left alone, if she is seen, she will definitely have all kinds of fantasies.
Cheng Muyun narrowed his eyes and smiled because of her actions.
Wen Han's small actions reminded him of a wild lynx he once saw in the temple. Always walk up and down the eaves carefully, for fear of being discovered. However, the little wild cat didn't know that his small footsteps were very clear in his ears.
Cheng Muyun's quietness made her relax her vigilance, lying beside him and smiled. But before she was happy for more than three seconds, the man beside her pulled her under him without warning. After pressing it down, he reached to the soft chest and unbuttoned her shirt one by one. . She struggled still, and after being forced to take off her top, she saw Cheng Muyun took out a few tubes of paint from her trouser pocket.
Is he wearing these
She looked at him in surprise, and Cheng Muyun looked back with a faint smile.
With his legs apart, he knelt down at her sides, his waist was low, and in a posture that almost tortured himself, he picked up a tube of paint.
The moment the paint fell, Wen Han remembered a picture.
She can still remember how the sunlight fell through the gaps in the leaves, and she raised her head and faced the light, unable to open her eyes at all... That's when he said that he would paint her again.
During the first half of the hand-painting, the two servants were chatting softly outside the bed tent.
Maybe they saw the figure of the man kneeling on the bed, maybe they didn't, because the chatter was so low, no one knew what they were talking about.
Half an hour after the servant left, he completed the painting, and while waiting for the hand-painted to dry completely, he finally told her that the murals in the Taj Mahal were painted on her back.
Taj Mahal, a mausoleum built by an Indian emperor for his wife. Legend has it that after the death of this favorite concubine, the man turned white overnight, as if he had also consumed all his life with the death of his beloved wife.
Wen Han visited this famous scenic spot when she was in India last time. Photography was not allowed in the hall, but the brick red pattern carved on the wall outside the hall was very special, and she took pictures.
Too bad the camera was lost.
"Why are you so good at hand-painting?"
"There was nothing special to do during that time, and I learned a lot of boring things."
She thought about it, and he pointed out that during that time, it should be the time to be a monk.
While the two were chatting, the door was accidentally pushed open. Zhou Zhou's red eyes made all the warmth and ambiguity that echoed in this room dissipated immediately.
"I want to talk to you alone," Zhou Zhou whispered such a plea in Russian, not at all suspicious of anger, but physically and mentally exhausted after disappointment.
Cheng Muyun didn't say a word, his hand nudged Wen Han's waist lightly.
She knew what he meant, got out of bed as fast as she could, and ran out before she had time to put on her shoes. The servant who was driven out of the corridor was whispering timidly. Seeing her coming out like this, she showed a surprised look, and then bowed politely and retreated.
Xiao Zhuang stood at the corner of the stairs, and seemed to be chasing after him. Seeing Wen Han's slightly embarrassed look, he also smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head: "I'm sorry, she ran away suddenly while she was dealing cards. She wanted to catch up and didn't catch up. Didn't you disturb your intimacy?"