The old machine is running and is a little noisy.
Cheng Muyun's fingers slid down her collarbone and stopped at her heart: "We will be very happy."
If there is a man you will never meet again in your life, here, at the foot of the highest peak in the world, in the country where Sakyamuni was born, I invite you to rub shoulders with him like a lover.
Ten days, will you accept it
Get hundreds of hours and never get, how would you choose
Cheng Muyun obviously didn't give her much time to choose.
Five twenty in the morning.
He locked the laundry room door from the inside.
He pulled her into his arms, and put his hand directly through her neckline. The shirt he just tied was stretched by the strength of his arm, and there was the sound of plastic buttons falling to the floor. She wanted to protest, but he picked her up, and he put her on a two-story old wooden box in the corner.
It was covered with an Indian-style blanket.
Everything that follows is no longer under control.
…
This morning, when the little doorman of the inn was carrying the proprietress's clothes up to the top floor, he happened to see the female guest on the third floor holding the dried clothes, with a strange layer of pink on her cheeks, walking from the laundry room on the top floor. come out. When the doorman wanted to get out of the way, the laundry room had already walked out of the old male customer who lived here all the year round.
The doorman lowered his head and walked upstairs with his clothes in his arms.
Out of the corner of the eye, it was clear that he saw a secret scene, the male regular customer, took the female customer's arm, lowered his head, and lightly covered her lips. The female guest seemed a little nervous and wanted to dodge, but was caught by his wrist. Under the threat of the male regular customer's eyes, she took two steps back and nodded.
The female guest fled.
The male regular customer, however, held his hand against the wall and watched the figure of the woman run downstairs. When the footsteps had completely gone, he looked at the doorman who had been peeking at the door of the laundry room for a long time.
The doorman shrank his neck and walked into the laundry room with his head down.
Wen Han, wearing the clothes he had just dried, returned to the room, wrapped in a pile of clean clothes in his arms, wrapped in a dirty clothes, which was the shirt whose buttons were torn off by him. She also tried to find the buttons before leaving, found three, and two missing.
She put the clothes on the bottom of the box, thinking of everything just now, she sat down along the edge of the bed, hugged her legs curled up, sat on the floor with her back against the bed.
At this moment, what she thought of was that Agassi came back with red cheeks after dating a boy for the first time as a teenager, and excitedly told her about the wonderful feeling of kissing. "That boy wanted to touch my chest, but he didn't even dare to untie his clothes." Agassi smiled brightly at the time.
Wen Han put his face on the sheets and closed his eyes. It was the laundry room on the top floor.
Dating, how can you think of this word.
"Think about it, come to me." This is what the man said.
he-
She found at this moment that she didn't even know his full name, only heard that the proprietress called him Yun last night.
It sounds like Chinese pronunciation.
At lunch, she was absent-minded and went downstairs with Agassi.
Although it was ten minutes late, Wang Wenhao still smiled patiently and waited with Rum on the first floor. When he saw Wen Han, he stood up and said, "Let's go out for a walk and visit the temple here. It is said that they are celebrating the festival today. ."
The proprietress slowly packed up the shisha utensils from last night: "Nepal spends a third of the year on festivals, stay here, you will often have festivals." When the proprietress spoke, there was a small pear vortex on her mouth, which was unique. .
Rum's palms are hot: "Unfortunately, we only stay for ten days this time. Next year, it is not the rainy season. I will come to Nepal again. Will you be willing to be the guide when the time comes?" Rum's English version is not smooth. With some flirting thoughts, it's even more stumbling.
Wen Han couldn't help laughing.
"Oh? Only ten days?" The proprietress lifted her hair. "Why are you in such a hurry? It's a hard journey here, why don't you stay for a few more days? I remember your reservation information is twenty days?"
Thinking that he had booked the room, Wen Han forgot to correct the information, and explained with an embarrassed smile, "Because we were traveling with people, something suddenly happened, so the travel time was temporarily shortened."
Although she didn't know why Wang Wenhao suddenly changed his mind and shortened the twenty days to ten days.
The proprietress smiled and waved her hand to say that it was okay, anyway, there are few tourists in Nepal at this time, so it won't delay any business.
Wen Han did his homework before coming, and today happened to be the first day of Nepal's Tiki festival.
When a few people entered the temple, they saw full of costumed Hindu women gathering together, laughing, singing and dancing, not even caring about the drizzle that never stopped. Agassi looked novel, and kept pulling Wen Han's arm, asking her to introduce herself to this festival. "This is a festival of praying and fasting for men. After today's carnival, tomorrow these Hindu women will fast for twenty-four hours to pray for their men and their families. The last day is a day of bathing, and they will wash their bodies thoroughly. ."
"What about the unmarried?"
"I pray that I find a good man and have a happy family." Wen Han said softly.
All around were women in red sari, with bright red marks on their foreheads, which were pointed by the sutra teacher when they entered the temple gate. They stood for a while and found that the two men were gone, Agassi complained in a low voice, and wanted to leave after playing enough here. Wen Han has been distracted from the morning until now, and he doesn't really see this kind of humanistic scenery, so he left the temple with her.
On the stone path back to the inn, I accidentally saw Wang Wenhao and Cheng Muyun sitting at the door of a small western restaurant on the side of the road, with a smiling man beside them. Wen Han's footsteps stopped, but Agassi suddenly became enthusiastic, took her arm, walked over and sat down.
"Ah, it's leaking rain here." Agassi sat too hastily and didn't realize that the seat was wet.
Wen Han looked up at the open-air canopy. It wasn't that the rain was leaking, but that the two seats outside were outside the canopy and couldn't be covered.
Cheng Muyun smiled, turned slightly sideways, and said a language that no one could understand to the people in the open window. After a while, the owner of the western restaurant ran out and greeted them to come in and sit.
Everyone entered the restaurant and sat down next to the street window.
Wen Han is beside Agassi, opposite is Wang Wenhao, and right diagonal is Cheng Muyun. She took the menu and tried to keep herself as indifferent as she had never been familiar with him.
Cheng Muyun also cooperated very well as promised. Except for occasionally showing interest in her from the carnival night last night, the rest of the time was spent dealing with Agassi's enthusiasm.
"Are you really a monk before?"
Cheng Muyun: "Really."
"Why is it vulgar again?"
"There are 84,000 ways to practice Buddhism," Cheng Muyun rested his elbows on the table, put his hands together, supported his chin with the back of his hands, and looked at Agassi very seriously, "I chose the one that best suits me. the way of practice.”
Agassi was amused by him: "If you say that, are you still practicing?"
"good."
"Then... what if I break the precepts?"
Wang Wenhao smiled slightly: "Agassi, your question is too obscure, let me help you ask clearly," he patted Cheng Muyun on the shoulder, "This beautiful woman in front of you wants to ask you if she is willing to commit sex. Ring?"
"Lust and Caution?" Cheng Muyun's out-of-the-way vision swept his gaze and flashed past, "Enduring the pain of abstinence is one of the 84,000 kinds of ascetic practices." Such a fresh statement, the faces of everyone present showed signs of Even the man next to Cheng Muyun found his interest in this topic very interesting.
Only Wen Han looked at the steak in front of him and continued to cut the beef seriously.
The beef here is very old and it is a test of the quality of the knife. At first, after she cut a large piece, she put it in her mouth, and it took a long time to make the meat soft and easy to swallow, so she had to work harder to cut the steak into smaller pieces for the next piece.
"What about Shuangxiu?" Agassi suddenly looked at Wen Han, "Shuangxiu, we saw it in the library."
The knife slammed into the plate.
The tourists at the two tables around were frightened and looked here.
Wen Han's eyes were a little embarrassed, and he apologized to the people around him and smiled...
"Double cultivation?" Cheng Muyun repeated gently, "This is a very ancient and mysterious topic."
Seeing Wen Han bowing his head to cut the beef, Wang Wenhao seemed a little unhappy, he coughed, avoided the question, and instead asked Wen Han how they were doing in the temple. Agassi seems to be very dissatisfied with women fasting all day and praying for men, and makes two or three strange accusations, and by the way, expresses interest in Indian hand-painting.
Because he was not accustomed to India's soil and water, Agassi had previously successfully missed this traditional craft: "Wen Han also likes it very much, but unfortunately she wants to accompany me to live in the hotel, and I don't know if the people here will be women outside the school. Hand-painted, from fingertips to toes, don't know how it feels to paint? You know, I'm ticklish."
They ate dinner happily.
Wang Wenhao whispered to Wen Han from time to time, asking her if she slept well last night. "It's good, but it's a little damp, and the dryer upstairs can only get clothes out," Wen Han said. "It would be nice if the sheets and quilt could also be dried."
"If it's a regular customer, it's totally fine," Cheng Muyun squinted her eyes slightly as if he didn't know her at all, "The proprietress has a Russian-style fireplace in her room, she can help you dry and warm. "
"Really?" Agassi excitedly asked, and then responded regretfully, "Unfortunately... we are not regular customers."
He still supported his chin with the back of his hand and smiled: "I think it should be fine."
The result is of course no problem.
It seems that there is a request about him, and the proprietress will not refuse.
However, Cheng Muyun hinted that they should keep quiet, so as not to be known by other residents. He even kindly helped the two ladies take it in person, but Wang Wenhao was not so squeamish and declined. Rum later found out about it at night and became increasingly unhappy, reminding Agassi to be careful of the man: "His eyes are poisonous."
Agassi laughed at Rum: "You are just jealous because the boss is special to him. I swear, he will definitely be mine, and you can pursue your little fox with confidence."
Agassi was determined to win, and even asked why Wang Wenhao would sit and eat with him. And who was that short, strange man? Wang Wenhao said that after getting separated from them, Cheng Muyun brought a friend to invite him to dinner, so he did not refuse.
"Look, you can't refuse a man, let alone us women," Agassi smiled and took Wen Han's shoulders, "Wen Han, isn't he the type you like?" She said, and went to take a look Wang Wenhao.
Wen Han coughed twice.
She continued to sit on Agassi's bed, stacking a stack of cards in her hand and making half of the bed. Standing behind her, Wang Wenhao realized that she had made a mistake. His face was close to her back shoulder, and he said softly, "Wrong."
Wen Han was slightly startled, feeling Wang Wenhao's breath in his ears.
She hurriedly dodged, threw away the cards in her hand, and ran to the window to watch the street scene with Agassi.
All she had in mind was what Cheng Muyun said to them when Cheng Muyun took the quilt from Agassi's room just now: "Come here at night." Agassi was very excited and said enthusiastically that he would definitely wait for him, and it didn't matter when it was dawn.
By ten o'clock in the evening, Cheng Muyun finally appeared holding the quilt.
He knocked on Agassi's door. Agassi took the quilt under the dim light of the corridor, and found that the proprietress was very considerate and wrapped a layer of cloth on the quilt, which was very pleasant. "What about the warm ones?" Agassi found that he only used this set.
"It's almost ready, the proprietress will deliver it herself in a while."
Agassi's eyes flickered, the corners of her mouth raised, and she suddenly came close to Cheng Muyun's ear. Although the quilt in her arms separated the bodies of the two, her face was very close: "Thank you."
Cheng Muyun stepped back slowly and smiled.
Agassi thought that he would receive an obvious hint from him, but in the middle of the night, it was a pity that the man who had interested her did not show the same enthusiasm to her.
She was reluctant, and was about to close the door.
"Want to try Henna Tattoo?" He glanced at the door next door, "Call your friend, I know a nice little shop."
Agassi's eyes lit up: "Okay, otherwise I really don't know what to do tonight."
"Half an hour later, I'll be waiting for you two downstairs."
These conversations were separated by a layer of door panels, and Wen Han could hear them clearly.
In fact, since she heard the footsteps, she had already jumped up from the bed and sat nervously on the sofa, with her bare feet tightly pressed together, she sat there, waiting for him to knock on the door.
She kept telling herself to take the quilt quickly, say "thank you" to him, and close the door.
Never give him a chance.
Unexpectedly, after waiting until the end, what he heard was that he invited Agassi and himself to realize the dream of a Henna Tattoo. Another accident, she could never guess what he would do next. From going to the temple in the morning, she persuaded herself not to waver anymore, but she didn't expect to have lunch with him when she came back. And because of his casual complaint, he took his sheets and quilts away. Until now, late at night, the topic of Henna Tattoo suddenly appeared.
…
Agassi came to her, and she made countless excuses, but she didn't avoid it. After all, she couldn't tell the real reason for avoiding it.
"Didn't you complain about missing it when you were in India?" Agassi buckled a red French wide-brimmed hat on his head, and casually buckled her black one for her.
It was drizzling outside, and the composition of the umbrella was naturally not as attractive as such a wide-brimmed hat.
Several people went downstairs.
It is still the night scene of hookah, the guests chatting and laughing.
A few people checked out this morning, and a few girls from Hong Kong came, chatting in a low voice. Agassi pulled her and walked out of the small sofa that was haphazardly arranged.
The dark green glass door blurs the street scene outside at night.
She pressed her hat, looked up, and saw him through the glass covered with water droplets. Agassi pushed the door open, and the night wind blew in, and he looked back.
"Such a strong wind?" Agassi also held down the brim of his hat, stepped out the door, and reached out to catch the rain, "Why has the rain never stopped?"
Wen Han followed him out, avoiding his gaze and nodding politely.
He took two steps forward and closed the glass door of their small hotel. A barely audible voice drifted into her ears: "You have been in front of me all day, are you testing my endurance?"
Wen Han was startled and turned around in surprise.
…
"Will there be a storm here?" Agassi turned his head at the same time and smiled sweetly, "Or, when will it clear? Can we see the sun in Nepal these ten days?"
"It depends on luck."
He looked like he didn't really care about anything, and pointed to the depths of the dark street.
Going in that direction, there is the small shop he said.