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Wen Han quietly said to Wang Wenhao in Russian: "The second floor must also be vacant, as this is the off-season. I have asked those who have been here, and most inns and hotels are empty at this time. This child is saying this just to make us feel that the rooms here are in high demand"
September and October in Nepal are the rainy season, as well as the off-peak tourist season. The driver explained in broken English, "There are very few people... you must go to the inn I recommend, it is run by my good friend"
Agassi sighed, saying, "I want to take a hot shower, I want to come back to life," as she went to adjust the temperature of the water. "Will you be mistaken? But if you are mistaken, it's fine; it allows me to finish this seven or eight-hour journey so quickly.
Agassi? She looked around.
In fact, the four passengers in this car also speak English very poorly
She entered the room and quickly rinsed her body clean with hot water, thoroughly washing her hair as well, and dried it with a towel until it was half dry. Leaning alone by the window, she gazed at the deserted alley while contemplating what to have for dinner that evening. She thought of Wang Wenhao, finding it hard to see any faults in him; he was gentle and considerate, had a stable job, and loved her deeply
Six months later, the Himalayas
She went out and walked up to the fourth floor
Nepal is bordered by India on three sides and by China on one side. Young people, you understand, if the road in the middle of Nepal is well constructed, the people of India will feel uneasy.
In Moscow, men are particularly sought after, and love can happen anywhere and at any time. However, what she desires is a different kind of relationship, one in which she is willing to throw caution to the wind and take a chance, even knowing that the eventual outcome may be separation
It was said that the second floor had already been booked, leaving only the third and fourth floors with three rooms available. This meant that one more person would need to stay on the fourth floor. Wang Wenhao looked at the others and proactively offered to stay on the fourth floor.
Her back collided with the wooden door, and a tall figure pressed down on her, enveloping her entirely in a strange and dangerous warmth. Her mind was blank, and her lips were suddenly captured, as if a tongue that had just tasted glacial water forcefully slid in, entwining with hers and delving deep into her throat.
Wen Han attempted to look back several times, but was stopped by Wang Wenhao: "There are indeed anti-government armed groups here, do not look back, if you happen to encounter them, we can pretend not to have seen each other."
The fourth floor is also very quiet, with all four room doors tightly closed
Wen Han still found it somewhat difficult to regain his composure, as his mind was filled with the scene from just now
Um ...? ... I just entered the room by myself, and I don't know which one they will be in. ? "Agassi?" Wen Han quietly asked in Russian, as only a few of them should understand Russian here, and they would definitely come out soon without disturbing others.
Having grown up in a family that ran a small inn, she pays particular attention to this aspect
Her nails incessantly scratched at the wooden door, and due to the lack of oxygen, she began to feel dizzy, with large patches of white light appearing before her eyes
At first, she only saw a person whose entire face was mostly obscured by the hood of a black mountaineering jacket, wearing sunglasses in the rain, resembling a movie star who wished to conceal all facial features. However, just as she was observing him, the person took off his sunglasses, clearly having looked at the only car that had managed to keep going even as the road was collapsing.
The lama has renounced his monastic vows
Agassi smiled and murmured in Russian, "Good heavens, have we been walking for six hours and returned to India again?"
At this moment, he is no longer the serpent peacefully slumbering beneath the Buddha's seat
Agassi's brother Ram smiled and said, "There are many Indians."
She immediately turned around and said, "Why did it take you so long to arrive"
Wen Han nodded: "There must be hot water here, right?"
Dear, why have you been crying all this time?" he murmured softly in Russian, like a lover's whisper, "Oh right, I forgot to say, it is a pleasure to meet you, in Nepal
But what if it is just a visual illusion, and that lama is merely holding some black object instead of a gun
Wenhan nodded slightly
The snake, which has been coiled along the long border, has slowly begun to awaken, raising its body in a commanding manner and slightly flicking its bright red tongue at her
She spoke incoherently, staring out the window
The sound of heavy doors closing
The heavy rain has stopped, and four individuals, covered in mud, walk through this crowded city filled with tourists. Wen Han did not stay at the inn as suggested by the driver, but instead found the small inn he had already booked over the phone. After asking for directions for quite some time, they entered a narrow stone alley, and as Wen Han looked at the business card in his hand while glancing at the inn's sign, he finally came to a stop in the corner.
Through the rain-soaked glass, Wenhan's gaze fell upon the backpackers by the roadside. Due to the heavy rain, many people began to abandon their vehicles and proceed on foot, carrying their respective large luggage as they made their way along the foothills of the Himalayas
Upon hearing Wang Wenhao say he was getting off the car, I immediately thought of that ex-monk with a gun. What if he gets off and comes after us? "I just saw someone with a gun," she whispered softly in Russian, gripping Wang Wenhao's arm tightly
Is it really unlikely? Have you mistaken it for something else?
Fortunately, having grown up in Moscow, I have witnessed some of the gang conflicts there, so everyone is not completely terrified; we simply proceed forward in a taciturn manner.
In an instant, I was seized by the wrist and pulled into a dimly lit room
There is.
Those eyes are too special
Wen Han had never known that a man's strength could be so great, as if a snake were being grasped by its seven inches. Unable to swallow saliva, unable to breathe, all hope and sensations of survival were dependent on his own throat, being manipulated by a man's hand, his head tilted back deeply
Those eyes were scrutinizing her, and in that moment, she felt as if those eyes were like the Himalayas in a snowstorm, possessing an intimidating presence that made one hesitant to look up and an unpredictable danger.
Forced to gaze into a pair of eyes
Ah! Wen Han reflexively called out.
Before the end of this journey, he plans to find a temple in Nepal to confess his feelings to Wenhan. Although he does not believe in Buddhism, Wenhan is a devout Buddhist, and he is willing to accommodate her faith. The most critical point is that he has waited for her from the day she turned eighteen until she reaches twenty, and he is running out of patience.
When she said this, she was quite innocent. Of course, not in the sense of being utterly foolish, but rather as a typical girl who understands the world through the internet, having never encountered the darker side of real life
She told everyone, "This should be the place."
I see, you will be getting off soon," the driver sighed, "India and China have sandwiched Nepal in between, imposing all sorts of restrictions, and India won't even allow them to build a decent road
Just as I was hesitating whether to call again, a noise came from the left rear, clearly from an old and rusty door hinge, which was making this strange sound due to friction
They were actually speaking in a low voice in Russian
Warm and cold, warm and cold
She wanted to struggle, but two fingers were already pinching the sides of her throat, preventing her from moving
Wen Han extended his hand and pushed open the wooden door of the inn
He does not care whether the inn is empty or fully booked; he is more interested in staying in the same room with her
The voice was somewhat soft, fearing to disturb strangers
It is him ... ... it is him ... ...
Desiring to speak, yet having lost the ability to do so, only tears flow continuously and endlessly.
Yet she still hesitated
She gasped desperately, unable to draw in oxygen; the more she gasped, the less oxygen she could inhale
The person behind whispered softly, while Wen Han had already begun communicating with the doorman. That child was quite good, flipping through a yellowed notebook, and found Wen Han's name: "This one?"
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She had also seen guns in Moscow, where the gang controlled half of the city, and guns were not something to be hidden. However, in a foreign land, at the foot of the Himalayas, suddenly witnessing such a scene made her feel very frightened. They were there to travel, and if they really encountered any anti-government armed groups, how would they cope
The little boy led them to the third floor, where there are three rooms available for accommodation
Everyone is looking at her
Finally, there is sound
"Are you saying that the Indian government is imposing restrictions?" Wang Wenhao, who was sitting behind the driver, pushed up his glasses and pressed the driver further, "Why would India restrict road construction in Nepal?"
He hinted many times, yet did not receive any further opportunities
Amidst the sound of friction from the door hinge, a small boy quietly raised his head to look at them
In Kathmandu, Nepal, he wanted her to fall in love with him. Wang Wenhao thought to himself, after sending Wenhan into the room, he finally took off his glasses before leaving and looked at her gently: "Take a shower and rest for a while. However, the three of us want to play some poker, so if you're not tired, come find us on the fourth floor."
Shh... do not call out, do not struggle
The vehicle jolted and shook in the mud pit, and she was suddenly lifted by the car, only to be heavily thrown back onto her seat. She was still preoccupied with the monk who had returned to lay life, turning her gaze back to search for him. The car had already passed that stretch of road, the heavy rain pouring down, obscuring her vision. Yet, just as she finally spotted him, she distinctly saw a black gun in the palm of his hand, raised towards the backpacker who had just passed by the side of the car.
"It is a gun," Wen Han said, his voice trembling slightly
A typical Indian face
"You are truly beautiful," he whispered to her, "the kind of beauty that leaves me mesmerized."
Wang Wenhao looked at her, responding with, "Is that so?"
Seeing everyone so on edge, Wen Han decided not to tell them that he had encountered that person in Tibet six months ago
Two are Russians, and two are Chinese who grew up in Russia. The benefit of the clumsy meeting the clumsy is that what you say I can understand, and what I say you can comprehend. Everyone is happy.
Wenhan put down the towel, changed into a soft-textured blue shirt, wrapped himself in a shawl bought from India, and smiled at the mirror
Is that the lama encountered in Tibet
Unfortunately, the car has already turned this corner, and no one can be seen anymore
The companion behind me, Agassi, leaned in and asked: "What do you see? A gun?"
At this moment, heavy rain is pouring outside the car window, and the international highway leading to Nepal is rendered extremely muddy by the rain.
Wen Han listened, and his gaze suddenly fixed on a point
The monk from the silent snowy plateau six months ago, the man who raised his gun in the heavy rain a few hours ago, and the man who is now lifting her long skirt with his palm
However, due to her words, several companions became anxious and asked the driver if he could continue driving. The driver pointed to the road ahead that had already collapsed and refused their request. A few people got out of the car, all feeling somewhat tense, each adjusting their own luggage, braving the rain as they moved forward, their steps unconsciously quickening.
After walking for six hours, we have already arrived in the capital, Kathmandu
Wang Wenhao patted her on the shoulder, unsure of what had frightened her: "Take a good rest, we will be getting off soon. It is estimated that it will take about seven or eight hours to reach their capital."
In an instant, she felt a chill throughout her body, trembling weakly, not only due to the lack of oxygen but also because of him
He seemed to have forgotten her
It is said to be an international highway, but it is not as good as the winding mountain roads I traveled in Tibet, China, back in the day