This noon, when Fu Yiming was sitting beside the sunflower field, thinking whether to continue on foot, or simply go back and ask for a car for the person who interrogated Cheng Muyun just now, Cheng Muyun was already walking with his little woman from the endless sunflower field. come out. Cheng Muyun wanted to kiss Wen Han.
The person sitting on the edge of the field bowed his head, looking for gravel everywhere, trying to throw it over to break the ambiguous picture. Seeing him, Wen Han immediately pushed Cheng Muyun away.
Although Fu Yiming has never had a girlfriend because his identity is too dangerous, he has not seen anything for so many years. Even Wen Han looked at Cheng Muyun with the same eyes as his sister, but Wen Han was much luckier. In a sense, she got Cheng Muyun.
Because the background is clean? Or some other reason
Who knows, who will look into it.
Those who like to delve into "why to love", "when to fall in love" and "how much to love" are those who have a lot of life to squander, and what people like them lack most is life and time, no one They will understand the profound meaning of "this moment" better than they do.
At this moment, it is already wonderful to have a fresh life.
Anything left over to life is an extra gift.
I don't know how Cheng Muyun, a man who started to keep his precepts at the age of fifteen, thinks about the word love.
In Fu Yiming's eyes, love is hard to find, but it's easy to lose. You can never know if you will fall in love with an enemy, or a potential enemy in the future. It is too common to be dependent on life and death in the first second, and life and death in the next second.
At the end of the field, a dilapidated jeep chased after him. They were three men and one woman who were in charge of monitoring Cheng Muyun. The driver jumped off and whispered sorry in English, a request from above.
Fu Yiming had no objection. After all, it was better to have a car to send back than to walk back.
The car quickly drove into the bustling street. Cheng Muyun looked at the people sitting along the street outside and asked her, "If you were given a whole day, where would you like to go?"
There were four strangers in the car who were monitoring him, and Fu Yiming, who was sitting in the passenger seat, could hear their conversations.
"Me?" Wen Han replied softly in Russian, "Kathmandu."
That was the place where the two met for the first time. Although he couldn't see the slightest faith in that place, he was very shameless, but in retrospect, it seemed that it was the most beautiful place in that place.
Whether it is a small hotel with Indian incense burning and a small wind chime hanging at the door, a small western restaurant with a canopy leaking rain, or a simple hand-painted shop on the street corner, it is still so vivid in my memory, with the humidity of the rainy season in Nepal. .
If time could be reversed, she would never have avoided him at the very beginning. With just a little quiet time, she would seize every minute and every second to get to know him.
Wen Han's eyes were a little sour, and he lowered his head in disguise, and then heard him laugh, and said in lazy and somewhat helpless Russian: "However, we will have some difficulties in returning to Nepal, both in time and on the way, tomorrow at noon I have to rush back to participate in this grand ordination ceremony. How about Wananasi? It only takes an hour to get there," Cheng Muyun turned his head to the side, ignoring the gazes of the three men in the back row, his warm breath slid from her forehead to the In my ear, "Have I not made you happy enough in a room filled with one bed?"
There was a violent cough from the passenger seat, and Fu Yiming was really choked.
But Wen Han didn't care that anyone heard it, and completely lost the consciousness of blushing.
She just stared in amazement, and even forgot to answer, just guessing randomly, is he going to give himself a complete day? Nothing will happen, just two people
"Go to Wananasi." Cheng Muyun made a decision and told the driver of the car.
"I wish you a happy next 24 hours." Fu Yiming opened the car door directly and jumped out of the still moving car. At the moment when the driver slowed down reflexively, he took a few steps backward by inertia and stopped steadily. on the roadside.
After deducting the time spent on the road, it was already less than twenty-four hours.
This may be the last time Cheng Muyun can give her.
The car galloped all the way.
It's like he's racing against time to save someone.
Cheng Muyun only spoke up when he needed to give directions and simply told the driver how to drive. As he said, he really lived in India for a long time ten years ago, and is familiar with every road here. In the end, when she saw the familiar streets, she found that she was really back where she originally lived in India.
Cheng Muyun jumped out of the car and extended his right hand to her in the car.
The food and beverage shops on both sides, and the little yellow dog walking around in front of the shop are still there... But this idea is so silly, how could it not be there in such a short period of time.
Wen Han got out of the car and followed him.
The last time she came, she found this place by groping according to the environment described by Cheng Muyun.
At that time, the Indian uncle in white who was selling souvenirs in the alley was still standing at the door enthusiastically, greeting Wen Han with a smile. Wen Han remembered the door, and when he looked over, the uncle in white was sitting in the shop dozing off.
"What do you want to buy?"
She shook her head, what to buy? It was clearly not a trip, she had even lost her luggage.
"Don't you want to buy incense?"
It seems that Cheng Muyun really wants to fulfill his obligations as a boyfriend. When a girlfriend is in a foreign country and stops in front of a small store, she must immediately find her wallet to meet her needs. Whether it is accessories, souvenirs, or even completely unnecessary things are all bought.
Wen Han shook her head again: "Are we going to stay at your Indian friend's house for one night?" She looked at the metal stairs not far away, and the small buildings next to each other at a high place.
"Live where you want."
"Do you have the key?"
Cheng Muyun's eyes stayed on Wen Han's lips for a few seconds, and he smiled very obscurely: "Is something like a key so important? My dear."
Wen Han sneered.
Shouldn't he smash the door
Fortunately, Cheng Muyun didn't see such a thing. He found the door key in the gap under the cement stone platform, opened it, and took her into this small apartment where she walked into no one.
The four people who followed behind looked at each other and decided to follow.
After all, this is a three-story building, so it's fine to stay outside all night, but I'm afraid that Cheng Muyun's behavior will not be fully monitored.
As a result, when they followed up, they found that the two had entered the kitchen.
What exactly? Was the former head of the Moscow operation always acting so weird? The four of them sat calmly around the carpet and waited quietly in the living room.
Wen Han glanced at the living room and asked softly, "Are they yours too?" She didn't know what happened in the interrogation room, nor did she know that Cheng Muyun had been monitored.
Cheng Muyun smiled a little... Strange: "It is, it is not."
She sighed and started rummaging around in the kitchen to see if anything could be used. There are many spices, you have to open the lids one by one to identify which ones are needed and which ones don't.
Cheng Muyun saw that she had dug out a lot of spices, as well as tomatoes and carrots. He picked up a tomato and put it in his hand: "Do you want to cook?"
"Um."
"Don't bother, we can go anywhere and eat something good."
Wen Han piled the last vegetables she found on the cement table: "But I don't want to go that far," she stretched out her hand and slowly grabbed Cheng Muyun's hand, "Go spend time looking for restaurants, look at the menu, and choose what you want to eat. It's a lot of trouble and a waste of time. Let me make it for you so you can stay with me in the kitchen."
Accompanying, in a place like the kitchen, is the most daily life of ordinary people.
No one even thought it was romantic.
But he, Cheng Muyun, can let go of everything and belong to one person completely. This is a life he has never had before.
Wen Han saw the burning eyes in his eyes, and his face was a little hot: "You are my first man, although it is strange for someone who grew up in Moscow to say such things, but I really want to spend the most ordinary day with you. "In this way, every memory in the future will not only be left with romantic encounters and sex, but also the constant dangerous journey, the endless sourness of separation.
Cheng Muyun's suffocating energy subsided, he put his right hand on her shoulder, took a step forward, and her back hit the cement platform.
The lips were on the bridge of her nose, almost touching.
"So, dear, what do you want to do to fill your sweetheart's stomach?"
Wen Han wanted to say something, but left a little suspense, but he sealed his lips first, kissing him in a very ungentle, a bit rough.
He directly stirred her tongue, pressed his slender legs onto her thigh, slid his hands around her waist, and held her on the cement table with one hand, so that their eyes could be at the same level: "This morning, Before I left that small building, I regretted why I wasted time in the cold wind all night last night, and if I just died like this, how boring the six hours last night would have been."
After he finished speaking, he gave a deep kiss again, which was torturing her.
Silent and direct, hot and deep, she slammed her head on the high corner of the cabinet, hesitating, and Cheng Muyun held the back of her head with his palm, cushioned her, and separated her from the corner of the cabinet with his rough and scorching palm... Wen Han's brain was chaotic, until he was released, he took a big breath, put his palm on his chest, coughed, embarrassed and laughed.
The blushing was because the door was not closed at all, and all this was undoubtedly seen by those few strangers. Laughing comes from the bottom of your heart, just wanting to laugh.
Cheng Muyun wanted to go further, but she was firmly pushed away.
Also cook.
However, things didn't go as smoothly as she thought, you see, as long as there is room for Cheng Muyun, get ready a little bit, it's about to take the pot, she asked him to go out and wait: "Look, your friends are still waiting You, how embarrassed they are, sitting there without saying a word."
Cheng Muyun glanced outside with a funny look. If he told Wen Han that these people were legally carrying guns around their waists, once they realized that Cheng Muyun was going to endanger social security or other people's lives, it would be a blink of an eye to draw a gun and hit him directly. Know what Wen Han will think.
In the end, the big pot that was brought out was fragrant and smelled rich in spices, but the red soup was somewhat different from Indian food, which surprised Cheng Muyun.
"Look, you don't eat meat, and there just happens to be no beef here. There are no beetroots, only tomatoes, and the color is right," Wen Han asked softly in Russian, sticking to his neck, "Remember? Beetroot soup." Moscow beetroot soup.
Borsh, Борщ. A very popular soup in Eastern Europe.
No matter how many practices have been extended in many countries in Eastern Europe, they are all thick, rich, bright red soups overflowing with the rich flavors of spices and onions.
Cheng Muyun's fingers rubbed her chin, looking at the steaming thick red vegetable soup.
It's been ten years.
Moscow, that is really a nostalgic homeland.