[Dhvani].
Before I left, my parents told me in every possible way, don't eat the stalls on the roadside, the flies have stopped, it's very dirty... And don't drink raw water, drink it, you will have diarrhea for three days, Indian medical treatment The system is outdated, and at that time, every day should not be called to the ground, and there is no place to cry!
I said no, I'm in good health, two versions of the medicine belt are enough, and I can't hold any more.
My mother was in a hurry and rushed over from the outskirts of the city to see my suitcase, "Is life more important or painting?"
"Drawing is important."
"It's really going to die!" My mother untied the plastic bag of the big pharmacy, revealing Xiao Shan Gao's medicine, and asked me how much I could put down. I said it was full, it was full. My mom put on her hips, looked around the room, and asked, "He's going with you?"
"Yes." I nodded.
"What about the others?"
"Student's house, I'm doing ideological work." I looked at the clock, "I'll be back later."
The old man sighed, "We can't control you anymore, put these medicines in his bag, don't forget!"
I agreed immediately and said I would definitely bring it.
My mother rambled for a while before I left. I listened patiently. In fact, it was very good for them to accept that I went to India. I mentioned it to them several times before, and the two elders all frowned and pouted in unanimous agreement - go there and fuck Well
Now, I'm in Old Delhi, staring at the milk tea stalls on the roadside.
They were packed in sturdy crocks, neatly stacked on a flatbed, and the scent wafted out tantalizingly. The sign says it's only five rupees, but small portions of milk tea are served in mini crock pots. People can't leave the stall too far, because they have to return the crock pot after drinking it.
The street was a mess, when I stopped, Shen Xu also stopped with a hunch, turned around and asked me if I wanted to drink.
He still had his back to me, his shoulders slightly sideways, and his chin drew a graceful arc in the backlight. I was slightly startled, this scene is so familiar, it is shockingly familiar, have I dreamed of it before... or experienced a similar scene
At the same moment, I also felt very familiar with this place, but I prefer to call it intimacy, it slammed into my arms without warning, as if this land had been incessant for the first twenty years of my life. Summoned me, and now that I have finally come, I am entertained with all the good things.
"Xiaojin, drink if you want." Shen Xu came over and rubbed my head, "Don't worry too much."
Reason told me what to avoid, but my body didn't obey, and I heard myself say yes, and even got closer to him.
The owner warmly invited customers. We each got a small blue-gray jar and found a shady place to squat down to taste. The fine sunlight filtered through the leaves, making Shen Xu's eyelashes look like two fluffy velvet grass.
He took a sip of the milk tea, looked at me and smiled, then raised his wrist to brush the hair on his forehead.
Click, it overlapped with the image from many years ago, the slightly drooping corner of the eye, in a trance, is the appearance in memory.
double exposure.
I must be kidding, I thought to myself, why would anyone ask a stranger they met on a trip if it was their boyfriend? It's really out of bounds, and it's crazy.
"...Is it delicious?" Shen Xu turned to me and asked me in a gentle voice.
My heart beat faster. He's good-looking, almost unreal good-looking... If he doesn't have great self-control, maybe a little stumble will fall into his bewitching range and never get out.
Even a glimpse of such a person will be unforgettable. He will talk to his friends about him, guess him, smack him, and hope to see him again.
The crock pot sinks into my hand, and I unconsciously follow the horizontal lines little by little, as if it were the only real thing here.
"Sweet," I said, "and a nice fragrance."
"Indians like to eat sweets, which means happiness and peace, and a smooth life." Shen Xu did not forget his duty as a guide, and explained to me seriously, "Is it too sweet?"
He can always guess what I'm thinking.
"A little." I said, after all, drinking milk tea in China only orders three points of sugar.
"I didn't add a lot of cane sugar to this can, let's change it." Shen Xu took the crock pot in my hand naturally, as if she knew I would agree.
But I really didn't resist, Shen Xu changed the pot, turned his wrist in a direction intentionally or unintentionally, and the two lips covered the position I had touched before.
His closed eyelids are quivering, if I'm not mistaken.
My ears were hot, I drank the rest of the milk tea in a few sips and sat there waiting for him.
It’s a bad habit, I eat gobble, I know, but I can’t change it. In the past, my mother couldn’t get used to the speed of my cooking. She said slow down, like a hungry ghost. Others thought we treated you badly. .
I have a stalk in my neck, saying that I have to hurry up and study!
"Study? What do you like to learn?" My mother teased me, "Come on."
But I really want to learn, because of a promise, I have never studied so passionately. Now that I think about it, I am a bit in love, but it is worth it. It is very cost-effective to change a boyfriend.
In our high school, students can go out to eat one night a week. In twos and threes, Yuyo and Yingdai go. I go with a friend from the same studio. Only Diyo is alone. He is alone every time.
In fact, he also went out to eat with everyone, but that time I was in the training camp so I didn't participate. When I came back, I heard my classmates talk about him. He is a person who likes to take advantage of small things. Everyone says enough is enough to eat Bo Bo chicken, but he still wants to continue. His emotional intelligence is very low.
I don't believe this. There must be a misunderstanding. How could Didai be that kind of person? Didai, who draws the global ocean flow line with his freehand, is perfect and does not allow any refutation.
So I've been trying to find a chance to ask him what happened that day, but it takes time to ask such a thing, and I can't catch it.
But once I finished eating yellow stewed chicken and rice, when I went out, I saw him pestering in front of the milk tea shop, looking up at the glowing menu.
"Jiyo! What should I buy?" I wrapped his arms around his neck, and the schoolbag slid to one side. Young people like to cover up their real thoughts with those seemingly careless behaviors.
"Milk tea." He turned his head sideways, the tip of his tall nose was very close to me, "I got a scholarship, I want to treat myself to a drink."
"Congratulations, have you ever tasted the milk tea from this shop?"
He lowered his eyes: "No."
"This is delicious." I pointed to "Yakult Green".
"Okay." He agreed very succinctly, as if he had not thought through his mind, and then dragged me, who was still hanging on him, to the counter and asked for two glasses of Yakult Green.
"Two cups?" I continued to hang brazenly on his shoulders.
"I, please." Didai smiled. When he smiled, two pear eddies appeared at the corners of his mouth. He looked very clear.
The school-level scholarship was not very much, and I reflected later that I should have invited him.
The clerk asked us what the sweetness was. I said that we wanted three-point sugar, and he followed me and said three-point sugar, the drink should be iced, and it was cold in hand. I bowed my head and took a sip of the milk tea. Food friends!
"Fanyou, what is it?" He was confused.
"As the name suggests, friends who eat together!"
"Is that so..." He bit the straw and said thoughtfully, "You have a lot of friends."
I choked, "But no best friend!"
"Okay." He agreed suddenly, faster than expected.
The wheels of the waterwheel ran over the ground, and the wooden hair made an overwhelmed sound. I raised my head and met Shen Xu's gaze. He had finished drinking the milk tea, and the small earthen pot was dangling on his fingertips.
"daze?"
"Yeah." I nodded, stood up and patted the dust on my pants, "Let's go."
"Okay." He raised his head and smiled at me, with two shallow pear eddies on the corners of his mouth, "Want to go to the dance?"
"What dance?"
"The Mahabharata, a dazzling dynasty story."
I got interested and happened to have a pen and paper in my pocket, so I could record it well. Shen Xu took me through the bustling market, the naan merchants shouted at us vigorously, and the flying fingers jumped in the dust.
Naan, black and white naan, white is naan, black is flies.
Someone waved their sleeves, and they dissipated, and then swept back like a dark cloud. The palm-leaf hut watching the dance was located behind the naan shop, and in front of the well, bare-chested men and women came in and out, with dark skin draped over the dark skin. The golden tears may be fake, but it does not prevent them from displaying their beauty.
I opened my eyes wide and walked into the bamboo curtain that Shen Xu raised for me. The palm house was stuffy and airtight. The original vocals were accompanied by unknown musical instruments, and the light fell like a zigzag. Shen Xu, like a regular visitor, walked in front leisurely, he dug his fingers into the pottery plate, turned around, and while retreating, he smeared two colored mud under his eyes, a green like a tree frog.
"Do as the locals do."
"Xiaojin..." He raised his chin and looked at me with a dangerous signal, "Why don't you keep up? Don't you like watching the show the most?"
Suddenly, being led, my palm turned blood red, and the wet mud melted away, sticking to my fingers.
The entrance is long and narrow, and the drumbeat from the inside is getting more and more confused and frantic. Shen Xu suddenly stopped. I approached him step by step, but he just lowered his head and stared at me without retreating.
Many pairs of eyes glow in the dark.
As close as I could get, the side effect of the gold and silver spice might be hallucinogenic. I reached out and grabbed his collar and slowly tightened it, leaving mottled red marks there, like a dying struggle.
"Shen Xu, do I know you?"