For about an hour, she and Xiaozhuang sat at the corner of the stairs and chatted. Among these people here, only this boy is one year younger than her, and he is the same age, and only this boy will chat with her.
Xiaozhuang told her that he had not seen Cheng Muyun before.
On the train that day, that was the first time he saw the former team leader. At that time, it was Fu Ming who was in the dark and asked Xiaozhuang to approach Wen Han as an ordinary passenger to protect her. "You know what? When I walked over, he glanced at me, and I knew that he regarded me as a brother."
Xiao Zhuang said very excitedly.
She rested her head on her right arm and tilted her head to look at Xiao Zhuang.
Xiao Zhuang stopped, approached, and told her softly, "Tell you, my name is Zhuang Yan."
Zhuang Yan? Is this your real name
She didn't know how important a person's name was before she met Cheng Muyun. But now she knows very well that the name represents your past, your friends, your life, and the place you once lived. Everything is very heavy, even Cheng Muyun never told her Xiaozhuang's real name.
Wen Han didn't know how to express it, and he was flustered when he heard it.
Touching his heart: "You shouldn't tell me, I was scared to death when I heard it."
Zhuang Yan smiled: "You know, the great monk made this very bad rule. We brothers who are born and die, in the end, are not qualified to know each other's names. It's boring, you remember my name, you can't say that someday You're somewhere, you can see my tombstone."
Suddenly, a series of sounds of metal falling to the ground came from the room behind him.
Very crisp, like flying out, hitting something hard.
The two stopped at the same time and turned around.
It was the bracelet, that cheap bracelet, which she hand-painted and took off under the pillow in the afternoon. How could it be found and thrown out in such a secret place... She stood up immediately, something must have happened.
"You want to go in?" Zhuang Yan pulled her sleeves, "Fu Ming said that you can't do things that the monks are not allowed to do." For example, the door is closed now.
In other words, no one is allowed in.
Zhuang Yan's Russian is not very good. He told Wen Han just now that he is not from Moscow, and Fu Ming has not been in Moscow all these years. He is Vietnamese, so he is the only one among these people who does not understand Russian very well.
She heard that Zhou Zhou was calling Cheng Muyun's name in Russian and calling him brother.
"You don't come in, don't come in, listen to me, remember?" The conversation inside already involved Zhou Zhou's identity, and she didn't want Zhuang Yan to mix in.
She subconsciously wanted Zhuang Yan to successfully leave the manor.
I hope he is not a ghost, I hope he is safe.
Just because he was in the dirty and noisy train station, he said to himself: don't be afraid, we are all here.
She didn't care about Zhuang Yan's answer, rushed out the door, took a breath, closed her eyes, and gave herself courage. Yes, she was still afraid of this man... Afraid that he would sometimes throw away all restraints and beliefs and completely turn into an angry Moscow man.
Wen Han pushed open the door.
In the darkness, he closed the door with his backhand.
A chilling air flowed throughout the room.
Her mind was blank, watching Cheng Muyun pressing Zhou Zhou on the bed with one knee, pinching Zhou Zhou's neck with one hand, Zhou Zhou clenching his wrist tightly with both hands, like a fish that had lost its water on a cutting board , twisting with difficulty in vain...
Unable to breathe, all hope and feeling of survival clinging to the throat—
Wen Han can even recall this despair.
Those bracelets just now must have been Zhou Zhou's desperately throwing out signals for help.
"Cheng Muyun..." She walked towards him.
Cheng Muyun's eyes looked in the darkness without emotion.
"Honey," he whispered to her in Russian, as if he was seen robbing him in the back alley of some Moscow bar, in the most indifferent manner, "you know, I don't like people Watch my personal affairs, especially family affairs." He hadn't spoken Russian seriously to Wen Han for a long time, and now, his cold and lazy tone was a warning. In the basement, when Wen Han interceded for Wang Wenhao, his behavior was the same.
As soon as Cheng Muyun opened his mouth, she knew that he was in the darkest mood.
In warning her, the farther away the better.
Starting from the temple in Nepal, on the train, by the Ganges River, he was like a monk who climbed up from the abyss, restrained, humble... And now, what pushed him to hell again.
Wen Han's hand was unconsciously behind him, pinching his palm fiercely: "Cheng Muyun...you, calm down, I'm afraid you will regret it, look who she is."
He smiled softly: "Do you think I've lost my mind and forgot who she is?"
"No, I mean..."
He interrupted Wen Han: "This beautiful woman, I grew up with her in my arms. My dear, come, let me introduce to you in a fair and open manner, this is my youngest sister, her name is Cheng Jiayi. She Telling you her name is Zhou Zhou, just to remember her poor boyfriend who died early." When he said it, he didn't give up the act of letting her go to the funeral.
Cheng Jia was also unable to kick his legs, and his hands began to soften slowly.
I wish I could get farther and farther away from her.
"Cheng Muyun!" Wen Han took two steps forward, "Let go of her first, even if she does something wrong, you can't kill him yourself!"
She swears that even this Cheng Jia is really a ghost.
If Cheng Muyun did it himself this time, he would never let himself go in his heart for the rest of his life. That is his sister, different from others, no, it should be said that no one here, Cheng Muyun can do it himself. This man can bear anything, except these.
He is hell.
But not to his own brother.
He clearly has a hell in his heart, and he locked himself up ten years ago.
Wen Han took another step forward, kicked one of the bracelets, and then collided with the others.
Her heart was beating wildly with these subtle voices.
…
I don't know if she moved Cheng Muyun, or if he didn't plan to kill him. The second he relaxed his hand, Cheng Jia also used his utmost strength to escape from under him, and fell to the floor in a state of embarrassment. Cheng Jiayi gasped desperately, as if she had used the last ounce of strength to break free, and crawled on the floor, crying and coughing, Wen Han helped her up and was pushed away by her.
Cheng Jia also stumbled to the door and fled.
Cheng Muyun's figure got off the bed and walked over.
Wen Han was afraid that he would chase him out, so he stepped back a few steps and approached the door without moving.
Until he couldn't get in, so close that his legs pressed against hers, and his body pressed against hers. He bowed his head, there was no light in his eyes, like a vortex that could swallow her at any time.
She was very afraid, afraid that he would be the one she was most familiar with when he opened his mouth, and that he had heard the big language since childhood. Isn't it ridiculous, just a different language can make him a different person. Maybe it's because he learned the most orthodox Chinese from an old monk. Only when he shows his Chinese side can people feel that he is a person whose reason is within the normal line.
She may even have delusions.
If he doesn't make a sound, he will let himself replace Cheng Jiayi and die here—
"She felt that Zhou Ke betrayed me before she died," Cheng Muyun lowered her head and brushed away the broken hair on her forehead wet with cold sweat with her fingers, "This is the last vicious speculation I want to hear, especially from her out of his mouth."
Wen Han's eyes flashed: "Is your sister telling you that the four of them are innocent?"
"She begged me not to investigate further. She said that everything should end on the day Zhou Ke died, and no more people should die."
This sentence sounds familiar.
Fu Yiming also said that if Cheng Muyun insisted on looking for a ghost, he would definitely kill everyone.
Wen Han touched his face, and the tips of his ears were hot, as if they were on fire. She didn't know if Cheng Muyun started to sway, or if she didn't believe her cousin's words at all.
It's so hard.
The current situation is a Rashomon.
Each party insists on his own opinion, and each provides a confession and weaves a lie in the way that is most beneficial to him. Where is the final truth
It was Zhou Ke who was killed, and these four people had internal ghosts.
Or is Zhou Ke an inner ghost, and these four people were wronged
in the dark,
Cheng Muyun pressed her lips.
This was the first time he had closed his eyes when kissing her. While abandoning the light, she felt a warm hand on her shoulder... In the past, she wanted to avoid his gaze. But now she wanted to look him in the eyes, that was the only way to know what he was thinking.
There is music outside the window, as well as the sound of singing and dancing.
The manor has started the celebration of the ordination ceremony three days later. The distinguished guests, from all states and cities in India, have had business dealings with this owner and people who have intersected life tracks have come. In this country, abandoning earthly identity and taking refuge in Buddha is something to be celebrated.
However, in this room, he bit the tip of her tongue.
In the long dark road, with the bloody sweet taste on the tip of her tongue, she wanted to find some sanity. Or some firm, firm execution. Find the man, the betrayer.
Wen Han felt something stuck in his throat: "Cheng Muyun..."
The heart, in the chest, paced so hard.
It became more and more uncomfortable, and at the end, I could clearly hear the sound of myself falling to the floor and hitting those cheap bracelets. She clutched his sleeve tightly, Cheng Muyun, I felt something was wrong all over my body, it was so uncomfortable.
But she opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word, obviously so close.
A layer of black tide surged in front of her eyes, drowning her completely.
Wen Han didn't know how long he had slept, but when he woke up, he was still on the edge of his conscious consciousness.
In the line of sight, the first thing I saw was the breathing mask on my face, my limbs were paralyzed and out of control.
She raised her eyelids with great effort, and she could see many doctors in white clothes and masks by the bedside, speaking a language she didn't understand.
Unlike that manor, the servants in the manor are all educated, and even if they speak substandard, they still speak English to their guests. But now, people around me speak clearly the local language, the state's own language.
It was so noisy, she saw Fu Yiming grabbing Cheng Muyun's collar and yelling something. Cheng Jia is also crying, Chen Yuan is smoking at the window, one person is missing... Zhuang Yan? Where is that boy
The sound is muffled and inaudible.
Wen Han didn't have time to discern more, and lost consciousness again.