Wen Han walked around in the living room without lights, thinking about almost all the corners, and finally walked into the kitchen by magic. He opened the cupboard filled with spices under the sink. Indians like to eat spices. These young priests have a whole cupboard of all kinds of spices in their homes.
She found this cabinet when she was making Moscow red vegetable soup for Cheng Muyun.
Inside were eight rosemary jars.
Looking at this number, can it be used for next year? By next year, Cheng Muyun should also take this thing away. She touched the innermost jar, carefully took out some rosemary, stuffed it into her skirt pocket, carefully placed the relic deep in the jar, and covered it up.
Since rosemary is often sprinkled on coffins at funerals to express nostalgia, it should not be considered blasphemous to put it here. Wen Han tucked the jar into the corner and placed the remaining spice jars one by one.
The moment the cabinet was closed, a pair of eyes appeared on the window.
Wen Han was so frightened that he backed away and hit the wall behind him.
Taking a quick breath, I could see the outline of the animal in the moonlight. It was the little yellow dog that grew up eating corpses... It was it, it was a beast. Fortunately, fortunately…
She calmed her breath and saw the little yellow dog who had been teased by her, stuck out her tongue and licked the window, turned around, and jumped off the high platform again.
All done.
Back in the room, Wen Han rubbed the excess rosemary leaves in his pocket into crumbs and threw them out the window. There was the sound of water in the bathroom, she pushed open the door, and in the white heat, she saw him with a clearly textured back, and the little yellow light in the mist.
"Hide it up." The voice was quickly swallowed by the water vapor in the room.
Hot and humid water vapor dyed her eyelashes.
Cheng Muyun approached, grabbed her hand, lowered his head and smelled the familiar smell: "It's a good place to hide," he really couldn't hide anything from him, "But dear, you forgot to wash your hands."
Wen Han's wrist was buckled by Cheng Muyun and pulled underwater.
The remaining aroma in the palm of the hand was washed away by the water.
She raised her head, her forehead almost touching the tip of his nose: "are you always so careful?"
Cheng Muyun replied in a low voice, "It's always been like this."
I am really grateful to God for giving him the instinct of being cautious and suspicious, making him not believe in chance encounters, and do not believe that it would be such a coincidence that he encountered Wen Han in the plateau and Nepal successively. Without this instinct, she would not be standing in front of her alive with her clothes soaked in water.
"Are you rushing back tomorrow to attend the ordination ceremony of the manor owner?"
She would rather stay here for even an extra hour.
"Darling, why do you think I would tell you that you are safe when you come to India? It's because the rich owner of this family is my friend. They treat us warmly, and of course we have to give back in etiquette," Cheng Muyun told her The soaked blouse was peeled off. "Tomorrow there will be hundreds of monks, ascetic monks, groups of Indian elephants. Trust me, you will like it."
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This dawn, the four people who were monitoring them woke up to the very clear sound of running water in the bathroom.
A few people outside the room were a little weird.
The four fell asleep together, it must be Cheng Muyun doing something to them. But the four of them were fascinated, not for escape, but for what
After dawn, one of the men still walked into their room, entered the bathroom, and found some traces of the two having a passion in this bathroom not long ago. So, after they exchanged opinions, they decided to take this matter down in one stroke. In the two blank hours, it was as if Cheng Muyun was lingering with his little girlfriend.
I just don't know what the people at the headquarters will think when they see this 24-hour report on how this man who has been out of the world for ten years can have such a wonderful and romantic private life
They leave Wananasi.
Back to the manor before noon, the ordination ceremony is ready.
At this time, the young priests standing outside the door had already seen Cheng Muyun.
They warmly greeted them, and one of them stretched out his arms to hug Cheng Muyun: "I'm afraid you and your sister had too much fun in Wananasi and forgot the ceremony time."
"My dear friend," Cheng Muyun smiled, "I came all the way to India because of your invitation, how could I miss today?"
"Thank you, yun," another laughed, "my father will be very happy to see you here today."
"It's my honor." He nodded slightly.
"By the way, my dearest friend, my father wants you to help him escort the treasure enshrined under the bamboo platform to the temple. After all, you were a monk."
"Really? This is even more my honor." Cheng Muyun readily accepted.
Cheng Muyun continued chatting with them, motioning Wen Han to go to Fu Yiming and Cheng Jiayi first.
Wen Han looked around and quickly found the two of them. She walked over and sat down next to Cheng Jiayi, followed by a French sun hat, which was lightly buckled on Wen Han's head by Cheng Jiayi. Upper: "Dear, the manor who became a monk starts at twelve noon and has to go around the city for more than two hours during the hottest sun," Cheng Jiayi sighed, "I think you must need this very much. Come to cover the scorching sun, because we are out of courtesy to stand under the scorching sun and wait for him to return from the city."
"It's going to take that long?" Wen Han was surprised.
She didn't think it would take two hours to walk through such a small town.
Fu Yiming shrugged: "Although the town is small, the line behind this manor owner is five or six kilometers long. Behind him are six hundred monks and two hundred ascetic monks, as well as a dozen elephants and camel carts. In addition, they will throw a lot of gold coins and banknotes along the way, as well as car keys, to at least 130,000 people who come from various parts of India. I estimate that the journey will be longer than two hours. "
Wen Han imagined, when things like gold coins were thrown out... Hundreds of thousands of Indians looted.
It would be really hard to move.
"However, the priests told us just now that Cheng Muyun would send a treasure to the temple," Cheng Jiayi was very curious, "Wen Han, do you want to secretly see what it is?"
Asking this question touched the secret that she hid the relic last night.
Wen Han thought about it and said softly, "Not so good?"
Cheng Jia also smiled and did not continue to speak.
Wen Han picked up the chai tea on the table, sipped it, and stared at the two of them restlessly.
She couldn't imagine that among the two people chatting like friends at this time, one of them had betrayed more than a dozen brothers, betrayed Zhou Ke, and killed Zhuang Yan.
Returning here from Wananasi is like returning from heaven to hell, Wen Han knows that everything will start. Today's ceremony is a rest and a final peace.
No matter what method Cheng Muyun uses, someone will... die.
Fu Yiming noticed Wen Han's increasingly tense nerves, and laughed: "Miss Wen Han?"
"Huh?" Wen Han tried his best to act as if nothing had happened.
"You seem so worried? What makes you so uneasy?"
Wen Han was stopped by the question, he was asking knowingly.
She didn't have much contact with Fu Yiming, and she always felt that he was very eccentric, sometimes good and sometimes bad, and very emotional. Wen Han was deeply impressed by the forced questioning from the coffee plantation, the meeting with Cheng Muyun in the humble building, the rage and physical conflict in the basement of the hospital... But when Cheng Muyun was taken away that day, her instinct was to look for Fu Yiming.
How strange. It is obvious that Fu Yiming is very annoying when he speaks.
Wen Han used drooping eyelashes to hide his emotions: "Today's weather is abnormal, it's unbearably hot, maybe, I'm just not used to this kind of ghost weather in India."
"Really?" Fu Yiming unbuttoned the cuff of his shirt. "The weather is the weather. But I feel that Miss Wen Han's eyes are full of hostility, which makes me very uncomfortable."
"This is our internal matter, she is an outsider." Cheng Jia also helped Wen Han, "Don't point the finger at Wen Han."
"Outsiders?" Fu Yiming hit Range Jiayi up and down, "I'm the group leader of this group, but your files are not in my hands, so why are you not an outsider to me?"
"It seems that you are very concerned that Cheng Muyun didn't transfer all the team members' files to you?" Cheng Jia also smiled, "Although you don't know me, I am familiar with your past, Fu team leader."
"Really?" Fu Yiming smiled, "It's really an honor for me to have such a beautiful woman pay such attention to me. Then do you know a very important secret?"
Cheng Jiayi was startled: "What secret?"
"I'm not married." Fu Yiming said softly.
"..." Cheng Jia also frowned, "You really know how to joke, and I'm not interested in you."
Fu Yiming raised his eyebrows lightly: "That's a pity, I'm very interested in you."
Cheng Jiayi's voice became lower and lower: "You'd better speak politely."
Fu Yiming laughed: "Dear, why are you so incapable of letting go. Shouldn't you be happy if you meet a handsome man like me flirting with you in Moscow?"
Cheng Jia also smiled reluctantly, picked up the red sun hat that belonged to her on the sofa, and put it on: "But your flirting makes me feel very uncomfortable. Your method of attracting women is really clumsy."
"Really? Then I'll do it another way, I don't know if it will make you feel better?" He stared at Cheng Jiayi and said word by word, "Enjoy this rare scorching sun. Dear, no matter what your face is How many people want to take possession, as long as you are really a betrayer, I will definitely find evidence, so that you might as well die and fall into hell forever. There is no such a good sun there," Fu Yiming glanced at Wen Han, "You said Is that right? Miss Wen Han."
…
Wen Han pursed his lips and didn't answer.
Fortunately, an Indian man dressed in white approached, put his palms together and bowed: "Three distinguished guests, please follow me to the outside of the hall, it will be very hard to wait for the return of the master, thank you for coming from afar, to accompany our master through the world. last ride."
Wen Han hurriedly put his palms together, got up and returned the salute: "Thank you, we'll leave now."
The two people who were still with you just now, talking with guns and sticks, returned to normal.
Fu Yiming even gestured gently to let the two ladies go first.