She continued to have a high fever into the night.
A black figure came in from opening the tent door, squatted down beside her bed, and touched her forehead and neck. Wen Han was so confused that he wanted to grab that hand, but failed, and murmured softly in Russian in a daze.
His hand left her forehead, and she reached out unconsciously, trying to grab him again in mid-air. This time, he didn't dodge so ruthlessly, and let her grab her sleeve.
But Wen Han didn't know who he caught.
This man, she was rejecting him yesterday morning, keeping him at a distance from herself.
Cheng Muyun looked down at her condescendingly for a long time, and finally bent down and inserted his fingers into her long scattered hair: "Baby, let go first, I'll go get you some water."
this voice.
Dozens of hours ago, he was still talking to her in this casual flirtatious tone on the bed in the hand-painted shop.
He left here, and after a while, he walked back to the tent with a pot of water, lifted the lid, took out the towel from the copper pot, and wrung it dry.
The warm water mixed with wine made the air in the entire tent permeated with a faint aroma of wine.
The male tourist who was separated by a curtain was awakened by the aroma of the wine, and quietly opened a corner of the curtain. He saw the man who fought with the Tibetan mastiff in the hellish night last night and climbed out of the blood-filled lake. At this time, he was hugging. Looking at the injured girl, he took off her shirt, unbuttoned her underwear, lifted up her long skirt, and let the girl lie on his lap.
The man looked straight.
Cheng Muyun didn't lift his eyelids, the tip of his boot lifted the lid of the pot, and a black shadow flew over.
With a groan, the curtain was lowered.
The wet washcloth ran from the inside of her arm to her fingertips, and then from the inside of her thigh all the way down the vascular richness. Wen Han was in chaos throughout the whole process, and I vaguely heard him say, "You shouldn't come to Nepal." Or maybe, he didn't say it at all, she was dreaming.
Two full hours.
He wiped for her several times, and she finally started to sweat and gradually became more comfortable.
She opened her eyes, woke up from a serious illness, and looked at him in confusion.
He took off his heavy military boots, relaxed and lay down beside her. Because of a shoulder injury, she could only lie on her side, and she just left such a space for him, feeling his arms around him: "I will be like that beast at any time, silently dying somewhere. If It will be much easier to meet you a few years later, or a few years earlier."
He didn't continue speaking, his lips pressed against the exposed skin behind her, feeling the temperature of her body, like a snake wrapping around a human body, wrapping her whole body in his arms.
Just avoided the wound on Wen Han's shoulder.
She also felt tired, and before she could think about what the male tourist would hear behind the curtain, she already felt groggy and wanted to fall asleep. In this state of physical and mental exhaustion, she gave up her confrontation and instinctively snuggled up to him.
Touching his temperature, the skin, will feel very safe.
After sleeping until late at night, Cheng Muyun woke up naturally and wanted to slowly pull his arm away.
Wen Han had not slept soundly, and the hand on her waist left, leaving the empty space and cold, and she was awakened.
The moment she woke up, she felt like she was in a nightmare, as if everything was a dream. When she woke up, she slept by the small warm windowsill, with the rising sun shining on her eyelids... Unfortunately, when she woke up, she fell into her shoulders In the severe pain, the anesthetic that Cheng Muyun applied to her wound had begun to lose its effectiveness. This kind of pain had thousands of changes.
At this moment, it was like a fire.
"I never asked why you came to Nepal." Cheng Muyun asked suddenly.
"Because I believe in Buddhism, I feel that it is a pity not to come." She said softly.
"Really?" Cheng Muyun was suddenly silent, and turned to say, "I heard that your itinerary is to enter Mongolia from the border and then go back to Moscow."
Wen Han was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, maybe Agassi or Wang Wenhao mentioned it when he was chatting with him. He seems to have gotten a little closer to some of his friends these days, and it's not difficult to understand them.
Moreover, their travel routes are not military secrets.
The tents are piled with some necessary living items, all of which were transported here by the guide in advance, prepared for the camping last night. There are also a few boxes, I don't know what they are, but they are just placed in the center of the tent.
In addition, the curtain drawn in the middle just separated them from the injured male tourist.
But it's just to separate the sight, she believes that the sound can't be separated at all.
So she kept her voice as low as possible, but the man beside her suddenly had some interest in chatting. She never thought that she would lie in a bed with him and talk about ordinary life. From Wen Han's college major to her adoptive parents, he seems to be interested in listening, and he can always ask another new question after the conversation between the two people is interrupted.
"Department of Mathematics, what would you do with the Department of Mathematics?" Cheng Muyun was particularly interested in her major. "The only job I can think of that is easy and not dangerous is a teacher. It sounds like a good career—"
This kind of man doesn't seem to be born to talk about these topics.
When Wen Han chatted with him, there was a strong sense of disobedience, as if he could talk to you about firearms, so many religious beliefs in Nepal, and even talk about hookah and hand-painting, all of which can be… Only talk to you about it These topics in daily life, such as study and work, will make you feel that he is actually not very familiar with these topics.
"Are you deliberately looking for a topic with me?" She finally couldn't help it and ended the topic by herself.
"Me?" Cheng Muyun put his arms on the bed and looked at her from the side of his face, "I think it's very interesting."
"Interesting? Don't you ever need to go to school or work?"
"Job?" He savored these two words, squinted his chin slightly, and lowered his head to answer her, "I think I should be needed, but it's more dangerous than the career you choose in the future."
If it was before last night, she would have thought that the man's words were a mystery.
But now...
She looked up into his eyes, and he lowered his eyelashes to look back at her.
"you-"
"In the future, when you face those children in the classroom, will you tell them about your days in Nepal?" Cheng Muyun took the lead, put his forehead against Wen Han's forehead, and softly interrupted her questioning with his own question. "Tell me how you hung out with a man in the laundry room, that you were stripped and painted by a man in a simple and unfamiliar inn, and that you experienced an attack by poachers by the Trisuri River?"
His fingers lightly touched her eyelashes, then slid down, down the bridge of her nose to her lips. Cheng Muyun gave her a gentle kiss that she had never had since she met. This person, if he wants to be gentle, he may kill someone: "Good night, dear."
The voice of his words slowly seeped out from the tip of his tongue and penetrated into her heart.
Cheng Muyun got out of bed and put on his shoes, but Wen Han suddenly grabbed him and let go when he turned around. She just suddenly wondered if she could change her clothes with her bloodstained body. In normal times, it would not be difficult, but now she needs someone to help her.
But he really grabbed him, and realized that he didn't even think of looking for Agassi, but thought of him first.
"What do you want to say?" Cheng Muyun stood up straight and stood beside the bed.
"I have a clean top in my backpack," Wen Han said in a low voice, "please help me change my clothes."
It is rare for Cheng Muyun to have no extra words.
He took the backpack that was placed at the end of the bed and leaned against the tent, found a black top, and replaced her with a clean, blood-stained one.
From undressing to re-examination of the wound, to finally dressing her, he did it himself.
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The next afternoon, Wen Han was woken up by Agassi.
The pain of the wound is still piercing into the heart. She used dry powder to make her sweaty hair as visible as possible. "We're going to cancel the trip and go back to Canada," Agassi smiled and handed her the comb, frowning to remind her, "Go back and take a good shower. Now, don't let any men get close to you, you smell really bad... The alcohol smell is so strong."
Wen Han's throat was sore, and he turned to touch the kettle, hiding his slightly red cheeks because he couldn't confess what happened last night.
The two left, and it was lively outside.
There was a girl in white trousers wearing a red sun hat, sitting on a bamboo chair with her legs crossed, with her back to them, giving injections to those who were bitten, and by the way, told to return to Kadu, or After returning home, continue to vaccinate. She asked Meng Liangchuan to count the number of people for herself, and Meng Liangchuan just saw Wen Han who came out: "Oh, yes, there is one more."
Meng Liangchuan snapped his fingers to Wen Han.
The girl pressed her hat, turned back, saw Wen Han, something flashed in her eyes, and said enthusiastically "Hi": "Is it you?"
is her? Wen Han was a little stunned, and there was a strange emotion pressing on his chest. She was anxious to make herself look better just now, and came out to express her gratitude to him. Now, these emotions have all disappeared. The only thing left in front of me was when I first saw this girl, her clothes were torn to shreds by Cheng Muyun, and she wrapped her upper body with a shawl in embarrassment, fled in the sound of his fingers tapping on the door frame, and the girl's happy laughter. scene.
this girl...
In just a few days, she almost forgot.
This is what Cheng Muyun said, the special service introduced to him by the proprietress, the girl who made him happy. Appears here now.
Wen Han's face turned pale, and he answered vaguely. Under Agassi's curious questioning, he hastily explained that he had a relationship with the girl in the small hotel in Kathmandu. She walked over and sat next to the girl as naturally as possible, letting her vaccinate herself.
How embarrassing the situation could be.
And Cheng Muyun happened to be not at the camp.
All afternoon, Wen Han watched the girl re-treat the wounds like an angel, treating everyone with kindness. The emotions surging in her heart were very unfamiliar and uncomfortable, and she even thought about going back to the tent and sleeping with her head covered.
"It's too expensive," Rum muttered beside Wen Han, complaining about how expensive the porter hired by the guide was. "We are tourists fighting against poachers, and we should be treated like guests, but this price is just treating the enemy."
Wang Wenhao didn't care about here, he was always looking after everyone's luggage.
"Wang Wenhao is a very patient person," Agassi whispered. "Look, he is not only looking at us, but also checking whether the luggage of other tourists is properly packed."
The few soldiers guarding the lake carried guns and were in the woods picking up the hounds that had been killed last night. When Wen Han saw one, he grinned and said something, his eyes were fierce, making people shudder.
Perhaps it is the perennial confrontation with these poachers. This kind of ruthlessness in the battle has long been eroded into the marrow.
She inexplicably thought that after Cheng Muyun almost cut a Tibetan mastiff into two pieces last night, he looked at her like an evil ghost who had been soaked in black blood all year round and had just climbed up from hell.
…
She looks around.
He still hasn't come back, it's already dark.
No one expected that Cheng Muyun appeared in the middle of the night and came back with a dozen elephants.
Many elephants here are used for sightseeing and cannot be taken out for leg strength. No one knows how he got this done. This man seems to be omnipotent.
The tourists sitting in their tents to take shelter from the rain all cheered, laughed and communicated, and they were glad that they would not have to hike in the rain tomorrow.
Wen Han did not hear the cheers.
But she was in the big tent, facing the unboiled kettle, trying to keep herself from moving. Sitting here, the girl with whom he once had a dewy relationship is in this camp, maybe... She came here specially to see him again.
Outside the tent, the guides were busy arranging elephants and herders.
Hilarious and full of laughter.
Wen Han couldn't help thinking about it, looking at the girl all day, and the other party still looked at her with exploratory eyes from time to time. As if she knew very well that she was also one of his women.
His black boots appeared to her right.
"If you'll give up staring at that stove and look at me with your beautiful eyes," his voice followed, half crouching down, and whispering, "I'll stay here tonight."
Wen Han avoided him.
"What's wrong?" He smiled lightly and sexy.
He went around behind her head with one hand and pressed her face to him, only to feel the movement she was struggling to avoid.
He laughed again and bit her earlobe.
Wen Han took a deep breath, afraid of being heard, so he could only struggle in a low voice: "I don't want to, I told you not to come near me-" I don't want to show affection with you during the hasty journey, and I don't want to watch you and others women together...
But she couldn't tell.
Cheng Muyun stared at her.
Slowly, the arm that had trapped her loosened.
Wen Han panted, hurriedly dodged from the small stool, and took a few steps back.
She was jealous for that girl, but she dared not admit it, after all, the man in front of her had only known her for no more than a hundred hours.
Cheng Muyun put his hands on the ground, got up, and the moment he raised his eyes, he was back to normal. His quietness and the noise of the rain outside the tent seemed so antithetical and out of place.
His body became inflexible because he did not rest for two days and nights, and because of the injuries all over his body, he was always in a state of high fever, and he walked for too long in the afternoon.
In short, do not listen to the control of the brain.
But that didn't stop him from talking to her with his last patience.
"I'll leave this team tomorrow." He said goodbye first.
"Tomorrow?" she blurted out.
"Yes, tomorrow. I will end this beautiful journey ahead of schedule," he said with a small arc on the corner of his mouth, "I wish you and your friends a good time in Nepal next time."
Wen Han didn't know how to answer.
She did not expect such a sentence.
Although she knew that her time with him was short. But she didn't expect the parting to be tomorrow. She even prepared just now that he was going to be the same as a few days ago, and figured out how to deal with him.
Cheng Muyun bent down and picked up the soaked coat that he had just thrown on the small medicine rack, moved his right shoulder slightly, and left the tent without saying a word.
The rain outside the tent is getting heavier.
Converging into ditches on the ground, his black boots slowly waded through the streams, bypassing the tents, and walking towards the shelter not far away.
The elephants all gathered under the tree to take shelter from the rain. Meng Liangchuan and the guides discussed how to get people and goods out of the place under such heavy rain under the temporary shelter. a location.
Wang Wenhao was also under the canopy, very anxious, and kept arguing with Meng Liangchuan in Chinese loudly. Wang Wenhao noticed that someone walked into the shelter behind him, and when he looked back, it was him, and his anger jumped up a few heights. The woman who warned her to approach her—
"You tell you, I'm going to fire you tomorrow! I'll need another at the next location—" Before Wang Wenhao finished speaking, Cheng Muyun grabbed his collar slowly. He approached, and through the pair of glasses that Wang Wenhao put on the bridge of his nose, he saw the depths of his soul at a glance: "Take a good look at your goods, I can't guarantee that I will give up those rewards in the next second and put you and you together. They are thrown into the river together to feed the hungry little beasts. You know, the Nepalese government is very protective of wild animals, and they won't have any trouble eating you."
Every word is very low, so low that Meng Liangchuan's teeth are cold.
Wang Wenhao raised his hands high and begged for peace with a dark face: "Okay, okay, I can't afford to offend you. I will pay you enough tomorrow so that you can get together and disperse."
There was a slamming sound of fists smashing into flesh and blood, accompanied by screams, Wang Wenhao hurriedly fell after a few steps and fell into the muddy water. He cursed in embarrassment and climbed twice before getting up.
Cheng Muyun walked out of the canopy step by step, pulled out a dagger from his waist, and stood with his legs apart, standing in the rain.
The tourists in the tent not far away gathered around the entrance of the tent, watching the sudden battle nervously. Everyone saw the knife he was holding in the rain, and all replayed in their minds the image of how a ferocious Tibetan Mastiff was almost cut in half by the knife last night.
He walked to Wang Wenhao's side, and the moment he lunged at him, he bent his knees and slammed into Wang Wenhao's body.
Wang Wenhao fell into the muddy water again.
The man in front of him pressed his knee on his right leg, and the dagger slammed into the dirt, leaving only the black handle.
in the roar of rain,
He asked the person under his knee in a voice that couldn't be softer: "Are you enjoying it?"