Six months later, Moscow.
Wen Han took an old air conditioner remote control and kept turning the air conditioner on and off, trying to get it working again. This year is the highest temperature in Moscow, 36 degrees. Her forehead was wet with sweat, thinking, I hope the air conditioning upstairs is good...
The debugging failed, the remote control was thrown on the counter, and she sat back in the small chair.
She still clearly remembered how Cheng Muyun picked it up, paid for it, and bought it after watching the lady boss look at the stack of postcards for a long time. At that time, he called himself "Mrs."... She was lying on the table, pressing two fingers against the top edge of the postcard, holding the tissue paper upright in front of her, staring at the Tameikefo Pagoda above.
On that day, if you have more time, look for it in Luyeyuan...
Wen Han closed his eyes.
If it weren't for this postcard and the tattoo on her back, she would have thought it was her hallucination. Wang Wenhao is already in jail, and both Agassi and Rum believe that while they were being quarantined in Nepal, Wen Han was also being quarantined somewhere. And her adoptive parents were more naive, thinking that her Buddhist pilgrimage was just over a month longer. Anyway, she had just graduated and didn't have a job at the time, so it didn't matter if she had more fun.
From Nepal to India, there are so many things that no one knows except Wen Han himself.
The door was pushed open, and a series of copper bells hanging on the door rang softly, bringing in a hot, sticky heat mixed with car exhaust... Someone approached and put his hand on the counter.
Two bills on the counter: "Trouble, I need a room."
Wen Han was shocked, and slowly, almost out of his body, he raised his head. It was a man with a fair face and a somewhat female appearance, followed by a young man listening to music with headphones...
"Miss Wen Han," Fu Yiming narrowed his eyes and laughed softly, "Now, you can answer my last question. If Cheng Muyun leaves you one day, will you be in pain?"
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The scorching sun pierced through the dense branches and leaves and fell on the courtyard of the ruined temple.
On a small cement table, there are cracks everywhere, and tiny dried mud and debris can be seen everywhere.
Cheng Muyun was wearing a gray cloth robe, and most of his back was exposed, revealing a faint tattoo pattern. He sat cross-legged, nodding as if patiently, listening to the two people beside him ramble and persuade him not to go to which place to do the dharma deeds, and which one he must go to...
A line of ants crawled past him in great formation.
In fact, he was counting how many ants there were.
"Master, you are well-known for your transcending rituals. That family has always been at odds with the neighbors. The eldest son in the family is a murderer. A child, the older generation will not be a good stubble... "
Sixty-seven? almost.
He nodded slightly: "Donor, arguing about others will have karma of speech and tongue."
"..." One of them shut up.
Another sneered: "Master, we are just gossiping to pass the time..."
"There is a mountain on the east mountain of Jambudi, called Tiewei. The mountain is dark and deep, without the sun and moonlight. There is a great hell, the name is extremely endless, and there is a hell, called the big Abi," He closed his eyes slightly, covering the light in his eyes, "Maybe the donor can understand?"
"...Abi hell, I can understand, I can understand."
"Then there are hundreds of small hells in each, and any karma can find its own place. Maybe the donor can understand?"
"..." The other one also shut up.
"Don't take evil for trivial reasons. Every word you say now will not be remembered by humans, ghosts will remember, and the Buddha will help you remember. Therefore," Cheng Muyun looked at his nose and nose, "please be careful, sir. Word."
Suddenly, a silver light flashed across his eyes.
He looked sideways reflexively, and there was a young girl with a white sun hat, standing under the scorching sun, shaking a string of cheap metal bracelets in her hands. laughing.
Cheng Muyun turned his back to Sunlight, narrowed his eyes slightly, and watched her walk all the way to the front.
Wen Han stopped.
She looked at the man in a dream.
It took her half a month to leave Moscow without a trace with the help of Fu Yiming, abandoning all the past under the name Wen Han, and "died" once to stand here and find her. Even if it is himself, there is no exception. If you want to see Cheng Muyun, you must "die".
As he once asked himself by the Ganges: Are you willing to die for a man
Yes, she would.
Because this man is Cheng Muyun.
Before leaving, Fu Yiming handed her two thick investigation files, one from Cheng Jiayi and one from Chen Yuan, and asked her to pass it on to Cheng Muyun. Here is the final result that took half a year to verify.
According to Fu Yiming:
Thirteen years ago, Zhou Ke exposed his information when he backed Cheng Jiayi. In order to protect Zhou Ke, Cheng Jia also had to sell out the list of team members, directly killing more than a dozen people, and because of this, he was trusted and got rid of all the people in the smuggling group who knew Zhou Ke's information. Ten years ago, Cheng Jiayi was the one who killed so many brothers. She was protecting Zhou Ke.
And Chen Yuan, who was the first insider to stay at the headquarters, was accidentally assigned to the Moscow Action Team to monitor Cheng Muyun. In the thirteen years, he never betrayed Cheng Muyun. Only in that small hotel in Nepal, in order to protect Cheng Muyun from escaping, he took the initiative to leak Zhou Ke's information to the smuggling group, and gave Cheng Muyun a chance to escape with Zhou Ke's life. Half a year ago, the one who killed Zhou Ke was Chen Yuan, who was to protect Cheng Muyun.
After Fu Yiming said everything at that time, he sighed lightly: "I guess Chen Yuan stole the relic, perhaps so that he could go back to the smuggling group smoothly and avenge Zhou Ke."
"Guess? Are you sure?"
"I can't be sure, the clearest person is dead."
The truth doesn't make anyone feel easy.
They all have their own reasons, but no matter what the reason is, if you kill someone, you will pay for your life. One took more than a dozen lives, and the other killed his brother. When Cheng Muyun handed the gun to the two of them, it might be the easiest to choose to end his life compared to his life debt.
Wen Han did not receive the two documents at that time, and only asked one question: Is this what Cheng Muyun wanted
Fu Yiming's answer was: No, he didn't want to know.
"Let him put it down." This is Wen Han's low-pitched plea.
Fu Yiming thought about it for more than ten seconds and burned all the data and conclusions with his own hands. From now on, apart from him and Wen Han, there will be no more people in this world who know the most complete truth.
"This... female benefactor," the uncle who was squatting beside Cheng Muyun stood up and rubbed his hands together, "Who are you? Are you here for a tour? How did you find us here? This backcountry... "
Wen Han shook his head lightly: "No, I'm here to find someone."
Cheng Muyun's figure sitting cross-legged was reflected in her dark blue eyes. She smiled very friendly, put her hands together reverently, and bowed to him: "Good afternoon, Master. Nepal once said, did my beauty make you fascinated?"
The two middle-aged uncles beside Cheng Muyun were frightened by these words. This master did leave for seven or eight months, but I heard... Didn't he go on a pilgrimage...
"Oh? Really?" Cheng Muyun turned his back to Sunlight, changed his posture, and continued to look at her with his chin up, "Have we met in Nepal?"
He seemed to have forgotten her.
But those eyes are still like the fourth floor of the small hotel in Nepal, like the eyes in that room, with a deterrent and unpredictable danger that people dare not look directly at. And the smile hidden in the deepest, darkest eyes is also real.
Him, still him.
But how could she be afraid of him again.
"It's okay, I'm sure you will remember it tonight. Oh yes, I forgot to say," Wen Han said softly in Russian, "Nice to meet you, in China."
The author has something to say:
0.0 Whoa, whoa. Done!
Routine, come on, a rant, as if I write every article for this last little rant...
There are a lot of emotions about the story of Cheng Muyun and Wen Han. After so many years, it is finally over on the Internet today.
How to say, too many words, and finally thought about it for a long time, just want to say, why should I insist on writing it even though there are many obstacles? There are only two reasons. The first is that I love Boss Cheng too much. The second is that I must write about this pilgrimage road to Nepal and India. This is my dream because of my belief.
In the end, there is actually only one sentence to summarize: I love writing books, I just want to keep writing and keep writing. It’s so nice and happy.
Here is the end of the network.
The book version will be available in March, and will be supplemented. Everyone, the old rules, the last sentence: thank you for your company, goodbye~