When Wen Han found Cheng Muyun, he was at the front of the line, talking in English with an Indian old man in Chinese clothes and bare feet. Wen Han walked over, stood quietly, listened carefully to their conversation for a while, and probably guessed that the Indian old man in Chinese clothes was the owner of the manor.
"Congratulations." Wen Han clasped his hands together and congratulated Cheng Muyun softly when he was leaving.
The old man smiled, put his palms together in return: "Thank you for coming from afar."
The music sounded, and the ceremony officially began.
Wen Han followed Cheng Muyun and waited aside.
The patient staff around me kept saying to the distinguished guests: "Please wait patiently, the team will be back soon."
The first to go out with the old man was the ascetic team.
Most of the ascetic monks here are those who walked all the way from Wananasi yesterday. When they passed by, Wen Han also saw several familiar faces in the manor, those who lived beside the peacock shed with Cheng Muyun.
She remembered that one of them had a red mole on her forehead.
Next are the monks.
The procession of monks is followed by a herd of elephants.
The sound of heavy footsteps, from far to near, in a situation where the earth was shaking, made Wen Han feel uneasy. Because he was standing close, Wen Han was almost swept away by one of the elephant's trunks. Fortunately, Cheng Muyun dragged her behind him and blocked the trunk with his hand.
Because of this touch, the male elephant, whose trunk was blocked, let out a dissatisfied cry, and was yelled at by the elephant driver, barely suppressing his emotions, but he still waved his trunk and swept over fiercely.
This time, the elephant chaser gave a loud rebuke.
The trunk of the elephant was caught by the thrown rope and stopped in front of Cheng Muyun.
Cheng Muyun shrugged lightly, lowered his chin slightly, raised his eyes and looked at the elephant, as if he was negotiating with his eyes. Slowly, the manic elephant shook his nose and groaned again.
Go away.
Wen Han broke out in a cold sweat, and after the group of elephants left one after another, he still held Cheng Muyun's sleeve tightly: "They are large beasts after all," she said softly with lingering fears, "Even if they are tamed, they are very dangerous."
She has done this kind of professional translation in the past, and she has seen many elephants that are suddenly violent and even trampled by elephant drivers.
"Worrying about me?" Cheng Muyun grabbed her small head, put her fingertips on the top of her auricle, and made a small circle...
Wen Han didn't forget that he was still his "sister".
But she didn't have time to dodge, he had already let go, as if he had done nothing, "You forgot, in the virgin forest of Chitwan, who brought the elephant herd for the injured you? Animal tempers are well understood."
He looked at the distant elephants and the dust behind the elephants, wondering what he was thinking.
However, in Wen Han's mind, he brought the group of elephants into the desperate camp, and the tourists cheered him as a hero. It was obviously last month, but it was like a previous life.
The scorching sun scorched everyone who was waiting on the ground.
One hour.
two hours.
At 2:35, there was no sign of any team returning.
Wen Han's legs were sore when he stood, but he moved on tiptoe when no one saw him. Naturally, such small movements could not escape his eyes.
Cheng Muyun shifted his gaze and looked at her: "Are your legs sore?"
Wen Han pretended to hold the sun hat with his hand, and tilted his head slightly to look at him: "Yes, do you have any relief?" Cheng Muyun smiled: "There will be no more ascetic monks in that small building tonight, just me and you. , I think, is the relief you need most."
Wen Han bit the corner of his lips, what a shameless man.
"18,000 bamboos, yes, that's 18,000," the staff enthusiastically explained to everyone on Wen Han's left hand. The high platform not far away was built with a full 18,000 bamboos. , It took more than half a year, except for bamboo, there is no extra material.
Wen Han looked at the high platform in the distance, haven't any extra materials been used yet? How is this made
"And the platform is hollow, it is a holy place, and there are the most precious things that our master dedicated to the Buddha," the Indian youth said proudly, "but please rest assured, it is very safe, very safe, and will never collapse, Thirty people can stand above it."
That's really safe.
Only the old man and a few monks would stand up.
Just thinking about it, the music slowly floated.
All the distinguished guests standing under the scorching sun let out a long sigh. It seems that the gold coins and banknotes have been lost, the gold has been scattered, and they have finally returned.
Soon, an old man in fancy clothes appeared. His bare feet were covered in mud, but he didn't realize it, his eyes were pious, and he passed in front of the guests.
The focus of the old man's line of sight only fell on the bamboo platform.
The ceremony officially begins.
Wen Han followed Cheng Muyun and walked towards the high platform made of bamboo in the crowd. Under the scorching sun, the old man was stripped of his fancy clothes by the two monks beside him, leaving only the white cloth robe...
The ceremony went on quickly and smoothly.
But after the end, Wen Han's waist and legs were still stiff and sore from standing for a long time.
The old man has left with the monks and is said to be going to a nearby temple. The rest of the guests were still warmly entertained by the old man's son, drinking tea and taking a short rest under several white awnings beside the high platform.
This old man is one of the richest people here, and his business is very big. Two people around Wen Han grabbed one of the old man's sons and were talking about the coffee business and the tea garden.
The eldest son who was rescued by Cheng Muyun, the eldest young man among the priests, came over and asked Cheng Muyun if he could escort that precious treasure
"Go ahead, I'll be here waiting for you," Wen Han said softly when Cheng Muyun looked at him, "I can't walk anyway," she said, picking up a cup of tea and looking at the other side of the high platform The group of elephants gathered under the tree on one side, "By the way, you can also see these large beasts you like from a distance."
He wiped the sweat from her forehead with his fingers, leaned closer, and whispered in Russian behind her ear: "The Buddha's return to the Buddha, the world's return to the world. My dear, I will definitely return to you before the sun goes down. Also Remember that rainy night?"
Wen Han was still holding the teacup.
The image of his fingers digging into his rain-soaked hair already appeared in his mind.
Cheng Muyun saw through the fluctuations in her eyes, word for word, and repeated the words of that night in her ear: "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. night."
this man...
Wen Han's ears were hot as he watched him leave.
After Cheng Muyun stepped out of the shed, the four monitors who were always in the crowd followed, but were stopped by the servants outside the high platform. Looking at it from a distance, they seemed helpless, but because of their identity as the owners of the manor, they couldn't force their way, so they could only wait outside.
Wen Han didn't look there anymore, and took a new cup of tea from the staff not far away.
After drying for an afternoon, my mouth was so dry that I couldn't even drink two cups to relieve it. She looked around, Fu Yiming and Cheng Jia also thought they were too bored, they had already found a shady place and went to rest early. Can't see anyone at all.
Suddenly, a shocking explosion shocked everyone.
Wen Han suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.
In the line of sight is a group of crazy and restless elephants, constantly roaring up to the sky, waving their noses to shake off those elephant drivers. Furious as if out of control, he rushed towards the bamboo platform.
In the deafening roar, there was also a violent explosion under the bamboo platform. The fire was soaring into the sky, and the entire high platform and the earth shook violently with the deafening explosion.
Before Wen Han could rush out, there was a huge force pushing towards her. The priests worked together to throw her to the ground: "Get down!"
Because of the stimulation of the explosion, the enraged elephant group became even more insane, as if they were not afraid of the flames and explosions, and rushed towards the bamboo platform. Stamping, the trunk waving desperately, as if to dismantle the bamboo platform that was already on fire due to the explosion.
A few monks, covered in blood, rushed out from under the bamboo platform, stumbled, fell, and got up again. Compared with the explosion, it was the crazy elephant herd that was even more terrifying.
"Let go of me!" Wen Han kept twisting his body in the soil, trying to break free of the Indian man who was pressing on him, and trying to rush over, but it was impossible.
The priests pressed her hard and kept saying in English, "Miss Wenhan, don't move, there is an explosion, a group of irritable elephants, it is hell!"
"Let go of me!" She only had that name in her head, and she tried to force the Indian man to let go with her hands and teeth.
But she was a woman, and she couldn't move at all when several men pressed her hard.
Dust flew into her eyes and mouth, and she coughed violently.
"Miss Wenhan, calm down, you can't go over, you can't do anything," one of the priests said to her with a cry, "Look, our elephant chasers are doing their best to appease the angry elephants. group."
Wen Han's eyes were full of tears, and in the pungent dust, he twisted his body desperately, and in the end he couldn't cry, and kept saying in English, "Please let me go, I'm going to find him, I'm going in. find him."
It must be, must have been knocked unconscious by the explosion.
As long as you find him and bring him out, there is still a chance.
definitely is…
But no one let her go, and no one dared to rescue Cheng Muyun.
Wen Han didn't dare to look at the high platform when she was crying. She was afraid that it would collapse at any time. She choked up and kept saying, "Please, I'm going to save him if you don't let go. Go and save him..."
After the monks escaped, no one came out again.
The eldest son of the manor owner who went in with Cheng Muyun did not come out. The few priests who suppressed Wen Han were also flustered, staring at the place where the fire was soaring into the sky.
To see a miracle, to see at least a figure crawling out.
However, no one dared to help.
The elephants are crazy.
No one but the Buddha dared to approach a dozen or so crazy elephants, it would be suicide...
She watched as the elephants attacked the high platform.
A little bit in despair.
nobody.
No one's shadow appeared.
Among the more than ten-story-high elephants, the high platform was like a solitary toy, which was devastated. Even the sound of bamboo breaking was not heard, and it was covered up. No one escaped, and no one dared to take even one step closer.
The elephant drivers did not dare to approach, they all avoided them, fearing these crazy animals.
"Go away!" Someone blurted out and cursed in Russian.
Wen Han was shocked, and panicked to find the source of the voice.
It was Fu Yiming, and it was Fu Yiming who had already left.
Like Wen Han, that man madly threw out all those who wanted to stop him, pushed him away, kicked him away, and decisively pulled out the gun from his lower back. The dark muzzle pointed at everyone who wanted to stop him. person: "Get out of here if you don't want to die! Get out of here!"
Fu Yiming was completely insane, completely unaware that he spoke Russian.
No one here can understand.
He couldn't care about it, completely lost his mind, and had only one thought, rushing in to rescue Cheng Muyun. The high platform would collapse at any time, he must rush in and drag the man who was alive or dead.
This was the only thought in Fu Yiming's mind, and he had to drag it out regardless of life or death.
The Indian servants hurriedly raised their arms and tried their best to explain in English: "It is very dangerous there, sir, and we want to ensure the safety of every one of your distinguished guests."
Fu Yiming ignored their nonsense and rushed into the dust.
In contrast to the elephant herd, even a man like Fu Yiming was like a poor ant. Wen Han stared at his shadow disappearing, annihilated in the darkness, as if staring at the last hope.
Gotta be rescued, gotta be...
The terrifying group of elephants continued to attack the bamboo platform.
Warm heartbeat, slowly, slowly, as if to stop. He didn't dare to breathe, all his hope was on Fu Yiming.
There was a sudden loud noise, and the high platform collapsed with a bang in the sound of the huge bamboo joints breaking and shattering...
All screaming stopped.