Wen Han returned to the inn with Cheng Muyun's things.
By noon, someone had already delivered her luggage. The luggage lost in Nepal was said to have been picked up by "kind-hearted people" three days ago, sent to Kathmandu, and arrived here this afternoon. Obviously, that "good-hearted person" must have been arranged by Cheng Muyun in the past.
Meng Liangchuan kindly opened the suitcase: "Look, what's missing?"
Full suitcases of luggage.
There are also souvenirs, cameras, long dresses.
Wen Han glanced over and saw the two shirts whose buttons had been torn off by Cheng Muyun, the long skirt, and the French sun hat that she wore to the Henna Tattoo that night... Everything was a memory, and her passport, Her real passport is also back.
Meng Liangchuan took out the passport and went out for an hour. When he came back, he had completed all the entry information, as well as exit procedures and air tickets.
That is to say, from now on, Wen Han can go back to Moscow at any time. Moreover, the superior has already ordered and explained that this woman must leave here tonight.
"Miss Wen Han," Meng Liangchuan cleared his throat and squatted down in front of her, "I am very lucky to meet you and Cheng Muyun in Nepal. I think this is the most precious memory in my life. To you Man, I respect him very much, although I couldn't help him this time, but I can accompany him to life and death in Nepal's smuggling base, and I don't feel sorry."
Wen Han's eyes turned slightly, looking at Meng Liangchuan.
"I hope you know that any of Cheng Muyun's friends will help you as long as you need it, including me." This is the purpose of Meng Liangchuan's words.
She didn't speak, she was thinking hard.
What else, what else could find his way...
In his mind, a not profound picture flashed.
It's a postcard that you want to see with your back facing the sun, Luyeyuan.
Luyeyuan…
Wen Han suddenly came alive: "Take me to a place."
"Where to?" Meng Liangchuan raised his wrist to look at his watch, "We don't have much time."
"I know," Wen Han knew that although these people were polite to him, they wouldn't really allow him to act recklessly, especially since she was an illegal entry status before, but she must go... "Luyeyuan, take me to Luye Garden."
"..." Meng Liangchuan knew that this girl believed in Buddhism as much as Cheng Muyun.
But she didn't expect that at this time, she would also go to see that famous Buddhist holy place.
Of course Wen Han wouldn't tell him why, she was very careful, very careful, she only said that she must go to that place. Meng Liangchuan looked at the time and it was okay, so he drove ahead and took her to Luyeyuan at full speed.
That place is more than ten kilometers away from Wananasi, not too far.
When she walked in, a large number of Chinese monks were gathered to visit, all wearing khaki cloth robes, with cloth bags straddling them, more than 100 people sitting on the grass and half-person-high stone steps, whispering in low voices. communicate in Chinese.
Wen Han didn't know where to go or what to look for.
There is a wide field of vision here, except for the most eye-catching Dahmeike Pagoda, tourists... there is only a vihara and a deer park. As far as the eye can see, there are the most tourists under the Bodhi tree, but it is nothing special. Just as Wen Han was looking around, the more than 100 Chinese monks slowly left.
I don't know if it's because they are Chinese or something else.
Wen Han couldn't help keeping up with them, pretending to be looking at the scenery, but he walked faster and faster, kept walking past everyone, and even ran over in the end.
I want to see every face clearly, want to see if there is him in it...
Unfortunately, in the end there was only disappointment, and the monks looked back in surprise.
Wen Han folded his hands apologetically, bowed to them frequently, and apologized for his abruptness. Meng Liangchuan watched this scene not far away, and it was an indescribable feeling. When he fell in love with Cheng Muyun, even if the man died, he would have to repeatedly search for even the slightest trace of him? Meng Liangchuan looked at the time repeatedly and let Wen Han search like a headless fly. When it was close to dusk, he finally reminded her: "Miss Wen Han, we should go."
Wen Han slowed down and looked at him unwillingly.
Meng Liangchuan smiled apologetically: "I'm very sorry, my mission this time is not only to accompany you, but also to hand you over to someone from Moscow so that you can leave India smoothly. So we have to go, Miss Wen Han."
Wen Han had no other choice. On the wet grass, she took a last look at the Meike Pagoda and said, "Can I pass by Wananasi?" She wanted to take a last look at the three-story building.
"Sorry, we don't have time."
Wen Han was not reconciled, looked back frequently, and left here with Meng Liangchuan.
Among the many tourists sitting cross-legged and resting under the Bodhi tree, a female tourist raised her head and said softly, "The boss woman is amazing, how did you find it?"
The person behind him held his chin: "I guess after having a deep physical relationship, the mind will be connected?"
The crowd took it for granted.
A male student next to him coughed and said, "I'm in such a good shape, I didn't dare to look at it in that valley in Nepal, but I did look carefully today, and my face is also superb."
"..." Several people around looked at him with a strange look.
"I'll just say," the male student shrugged and coughed, "Where does the boss feed the deer?"
"Yeah, I've been feeding those deer since yesterday. I asked the little fox and said that deer represent pure land in Buddhism or something. In short, for peace of mind."
After all, she is really my sister, blood is thicker than water.
After Wen Han arrived at the airport, he was taken into an unmanned office.
Meng Liangchuan, who had handed her over to the person from Moscow, was also ruthlessly blocked from the office and could no longer have any communication with Wen Han.
Although this is still the Indian airport, this room has temporarily belonged to Moscow.
Wen Han's suitcase was taken away by one of the middle-aged men.
Two Moscow women police officers in civilian clothes were left behind, and they were doing a full body check on her and provided her with a new set of clothes from the inside out. Politely speaking, they wanted to treat her like a VIP, but in fact, they wanted to give her a new set of clothes. She does an inside-out inspection.
"Miss Wen Han, according to the information we got, you have been injected with contraceptive injections in Nepal, do you know it yourself?"
Wen Han was stunned and shook his head blankly.
No wonder Cheng Muyun told himself with such certainty that he would not be pregnant...
It turned out that after he kidnapped himself, he once injected himself with this kind of thing
"This kind of thing is not dangerous. It will be completely metabolized from your body in half a year. Don't worry." The female police officer explained routinely.
Wen Han didn't speak, his eyes blinked slightly, a little tired and helpless. If he's really gone, she'd rather have a child of him who looks exactly like him...
The female police officer took out a needle: "As a routine, you will have a very quiet sleep time. When you wake up, you should be on the plane."
Wen Han didn't understand what she meant by "routine", but with so many police officers from Moscow in this room, even if she wanted to refuse, she had no excuse and no right.
She sat down as the woman said.
Rolling up her sleeves, the other party's injection technique was very good, and there was only a slight tingling sensation. Soon, she became sleepy and slowly couldn't open her eyes...
after she lost consciousness.
A hand pushed open the inner door, and a man with blue-rimmed glasses came out. Everyone in the room straightened their backs and saluted him in unison.
The man smiled slightly and replied hastily: "Don't be nervous, everyone is a routine." The big blue eyes of the female police officer in charge of injecting Wenhan stared at the person who came, and smiled softly: "Then we will leave it to you. , Officer Chen. In order to prevent any side effects on the body of this beautiful young lady, the medicine only lasts for about ten minutes, please hurry up. "
Chen Yuan nodded and regained his serious expression.
All those people withdrew.
"Miss Wen Han, we meet again," he took off his glasses, closed them, and put them on the table, "let's talk about a relic with a Buddha statue. I believe Cheng Muyun will let you see that one. A priceless collectible."
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A warm light shines on her eyelids.
Wen Han was awakened by the flight attendant's soft chat. It was strange that such a soft and polite voice could actually wake her up from her slumber. She moved her fingers, a little weak.
"Miss, do you need any service?" The flight attendant patiently approached and whispered to the supremely distinguished guest, "You can call me at any time."
"I..." Wen Han frowned slightly and thought about it, "My backpack."
The flight attendant immediately found her backpack, Wen Han took it, put it on her lap, and was flipping over something. After searching for a long time, I finally found the empty amulet from the bottom of the notebook. The embroidery was not so good, and the Buddhist totems outside were still a bit thorny.
She was stunned for a long time, took out the notebook, and opened it.
This is what she wrote when she first arrived in Nepal...
D1 (9.9): Enter Kathmandu, Nepal (arrive at 16:06 local time) via India, and live in Thamel.
D2 (9.10): Nepal Tiki Festival, visit Bodna and Durbar Square in the morning, exchange currency. Evening Henna Tattoo.
D3 (9.11):
The third day was still blank. It seemed that after that morning, she was not in the mood to take travel notes anymore... It was rafting on the Cuisuri River that day. She still remembered a male tourist who fell into the water. How Cheng Muyun rescued him and gave him The male tourist slapped him awake with one mouth...
She remembered him taking off his shirt and shoes and sitting quietly on the boulder basking in the sun.
The afternoon sun wrapped a faint halo around him.
He has a large tattoo on his back.
It is lotus.
Large pieces of intertwined vines and cascading lotus flowers are finally stacked to form a more complete single lotus.
…
Wen Han covered his eyes with one hand, and the tears couldn't stop flowing.
The flight attendant who was in charge of her was a little flustered. This was a VIP, although she didn't tell the flight attendant why this girl who looked only about nineteen or twenty years old was so honorable...
The stewardess came up, bent down slightly, and comforted her in Russian softly: "Miss Wenhan, why are you not feeling well? They told me that because you were injected with tranquilizers before boarding the plane, you might experience airsickness, or you might not feel sick somewhere else. Are you comfortable? Can you tell me all about it?"
Wen Han kept shaking his head, biting his lips, desperately trying to hold back his tears.
Force yourself not to cry anymore... You are not dead, why are you crying, Wen Han, why are you crying!
She wiped away tears with the back of her hands, sobbed, and asked softly, "Can you... help me see, is the hand-painted on the back still intact?"