Section 2
5:20 AM
Agassi mocked Ram: "You are merely jealous because you see the boss's wife treating him specially. I swear, he will definitely be mine, while you can confidently pursue your little fox."
If you could obtain several hundred hours or something that can never be obtained, how would you choose
She hurriedly dodged, discarded the card in her hand, and ran to the window to accompany Agassi in watching the street view
Half an hour later, I will be waiting for the two of you downstairs
Not bad
It will be ready soon, and the proprietress will bring it over herself shortly
The tourists at the two tables nearby were all startled and looked over here
Although she did not know why Wang Wenhao suddenly changed his mind, shortening the period from twenty days to ten days
The female guest fled in panic
Wenhan's face pressed against the sheets, closing his eyes, all he could see was the laundry room on the top floor attic
The result is naturally without any issues
There are eighty-four thousand paths in the practice of Buddhism. Cheng Mu Yun rested both elbows on the table, clasped his hands together, and supported his chin with the back of his hands, gazing intently at Agassi. "I have chosen the path of practice that is most suitable for me."
What filled her mind were the words that Cheng Mu Yun had said to them when he took the bedding from Agassi's room: "Bring it over tonight." Agassi was very excited and enthusiastically said that he would definitely wait for him, even if it meant waiting until dawn.
Wen Han realized that it was the room he had booked, and he felt a bit embarrassed as he explained with a smile: "Because one of our companions suddenly had some matters to attend to, we had to shorten our travel time at the last minute"
Unexpectedly, at the end of the wait, what she heard was his invitation for Agassi and herself to fulfill a dream of getting a Henna Tattoo. It was yet another surprise; she could never predict what he would do next. Since going to the temple in the morning, she had convinced herself not to waver, but unexpectedly, upon returning, she ended up having lunch with him. Then, due to a casual complaint of hers, he took away her bed sheets and blankets, and now, late at night, the topic of Henna Tattoo suddenly emerged.
What about the unmarried ones
"Would you like to try a Henna Tattoo?" He glanced over at the door next door, "Call your friends, I know a nice little shop."
They are enjoying a pleasant atmosphere while having dinner
He had an air of indifference, pointing towards the depths of the dark street
The male regular leaned against the wall, watching the silhouette of the woman run down the stairs. Only after the sound of her footsteps had completely faded did he cast a faint glance at the doorman, who had been peeking at the laundry room door for quite some time.
He locked the laundry room door from the inside
In fact, as soon as she heard the footsteps, she had already jumped up from the bed, nervously sitting on the sofa, her bare feet tightly pressed together, sitting upright and waiting for him to knock on the door
"Once you have made up your mind, come find me." This is what that man said.
During lunch, she was distracted and went downstairs with Agassi
Never give him a chance
... ...
The doorman lowered his head and walked upstairs holding the clothes
On that morning, as the inn's bellboy was carrying the landlady's clothes up to the top floor, he happened to see a female guest on the third floor holding her freshly dried clothes, her cheeks flushed with an unusual shade of pink, as she walked out of the laundry room on the top floor. Just as the bellboy intended to step aside, a male regular who had been staying here for many years walked out of the laundry room.
Only Wenhan looked at the steak in front of him, continuing to cut the beef with great seriousness
She continued to sit on Agassi's bed, arranging a stack of playing cards in her hand, covering half of the bed. Wang Wenhao stood behind her, noticing that she had made an error in the order, his face close to her shoulder, softly saying: "You made a mistake"
The proprietress smiled and waved her hand, saying it was no problem, as there were few tourists from Nepal at this time anyway, and it would not affect the business.
Wen Han was slightly taken aback, feeling Wang Wenhao's breath beside his ear
He took two steps forward and casually closed the glass door of their small inn. A barely audible voice floated into her ear: "You have been swaying in front of my eyes all day long, are you testing my patience?"
However, Cheng Mu Yun hinted that they should not make it public, lest other guests find out. He even kindly offered to personally take it to the two ladies, but Wang Wen Hao was not so delicate and politely declined. Later that night, Lang Mu learned about this matter and became increasingly displeased, warning Agassi to be cautious of this man: "His gaze is toxic"
There is an Indian-style carpet laid above.
The old machine is operating, and the noise is somewhat loud
All that follows will no longer be under control
She was reluctant to part, just about to close the door to her room
She kept telling herself to quickly take the blanket, say "thank you" to him, and then close the door
At this moment, she realized that she did not even know his full name, only having heard the landlady call him Yun last night
He still supported his chin with the back of his hand, smiling: "I think there should be no problem."
"Weren't you complaining about missing out when you were in India?" Agassi placed a red French wide-brimmed hat on his head and casually put her black hat on her.
Cheng Mu Yun: "Indeed"
Walk in that direction, there is the small shop he mentioned
Wang Wenhao occasionally spoke softly to Wen Han, asking her if she had slept well the previous night. "It was quite good, just a bit damp; the dryer upstairs can only manage to dry some clothes," Wen Han replied, "If only the sheets and blankets could be dried as well"
"Look, you can't even refuse a single man, let alone us women," Agassi said with a smile, putting her arm around Wen Han's shoulder. "Wen Han, he shouldn't be your type, right?" As she spoke, she glanced at Wang Wenhao.
Due to the unsuitability of the local environment in India, Agassi had previously successfully avoided this traditional craft: "Wenhan also likes it very much, but unfortunately she has to stay with me in the hotel. I don't know if the people here would hand-paint for women from outside. From fingertip to toe, I wonder what it feels like when being painted? You know, I am very ticklish."
The doorman shrank his neck and walked into the laundry room with his head down
The knife struck the plate with a bang
The dark green glass door obscures the street view outside in the late night
On the stone path back to the inn, I unexpectedly saw Wang Wenhao and Cheng Muyun sitting at the entrance of a small Western restaurant by the roadside, accompanied by a smiling man. Wenhan's footsteps came to a halt, but Agassi suddenly became enthusiastic, linking her arm and walking over to sit down.
Ah, there is a leak here. Agassi sat down too hastily and did not notice that the seat was wet
Why has it returned to secularism again
These conversations were clearly heard by Wenhan, separated only by a layer of door panel
Will there be a storm here?" Agassi turned his head at the same time, smiling sweetly, "Or when will it clear up? Will we be able to see the sun in Nepal in these ten days?"
A few people entered the temple and saw groups of elegantly dressed Hindu women gathered together, filled with laughter and joy, singing and dancing, seemingly unconcerned about the persistent light rain. Agassi watched with curiosity, continuously tugging at Wenhan's arm, asking her to explain this festival. "This is a festival for praying and fasting for men. After the revelry today, these Hindu women will fast for twenty-four hours tomorrow, praying for their husbands and families. The last day is the bathing day, during which they will thoroughly cleanse their bodies"
Were you really a monk before
Agassi's eyes lit up: "Great, otherwise I really wouldn't know what to do tonight"
He pulled her into his arms, directly thrusting his hand into her collar. The shirt that had just been fastened was torn open by the force of his arm, and the sound of a plastic button falling to the floor could be heard. She wanted to protest, but he had already lifted her and placed her on the two old wooden boxes in the corner.
Although he was more than ten minutes late, Wang Wenhao still wore a patient smile. He was waiting on the first floor with Lang Mu, and when he saw Wen Han, he stood up and said: "Let's go for a walk and take a look at the temples here; it is said that they are celebrating today"
It depends on luck
Wenhan looked up at the open-air rain shelter; it was not leaking, but rather, the two seats outside were completely beyond the coverage of the shelter and could not be protected from the rain
It seems that the boss lady never refuses any of his requests
"Dual cultivation?" Agassi suddenly looked at Wen Han, "Dual cultivation, we saw it in the library."
By around 10 PM, Cheng Mu Yun finally appeared with the bedding in his arms
The proprietress leisurely tidied up the water pipe utensils from last night: "Nepal celebrates festivals for one-third of the year, and if you stay here, you will often celebrate festivals too." As she spoke, a small dimple appeared at the corner of her mouth, adding a unique charm.
A deadline of ten days, will you accept it
Cheng Mu Yun smiled, slightly turned to the side, and spoke a language that no one else could understand to the person at the open window. After a while, the owner of the Western restaurant came out and invited them to come in and sit down
It sounds like Chinese pronunciation
Wen Han, dressed in the freshly dried clothes, returned to the room, holding a chaotic bundle of clean clothes in her arms, which contained a dirty garment—a shirt from which he had torn off all the buttons. Before leaving, she had attempted to search for the buttons, finding three, while two remained missing.
Is that true?" Agassi asked excitedly, then reacted with regret, "Unfortunately... we are not regulars.
Wang Wenhao smiled slightly: "Agassi, your question is too ambiguous; let me help you clarify it," he patted Cheng Muyun's shoulder, "the beautiful woman in front of you wants to ask if you are willing to break the vow of chastity"
Cheng Mu Yun also cooperated as expected; apart from occasionally showing interest in her from the wild night of revelry last night, the rest of the time was spent dealing with Agassi's enthusiasm
Cheng Mu Yun's fingers slid down along her collarbone, stopping at the position of her heart: "We will be very happy"
She placed the clothes at the bottom of the box, reflecting on everything that had just happened. She sat down along the edge of the bed, curled up with her legs hugged to her chest, sitting on the floor with her back against the bed
Then... what should be done if one breaks the precept
It is still a night scene of water pipes, with guests engaged in laughter and conversation
He
Agassi thought he would receive her obvious hints on this deep night, but unfortunately, the man who piqued her interest did not express the same enthusiasm towards her
Wen Han followed him out, avoiding his gaze, and politely nodded in greeting
At this moment, she recalled how Agassi, at just over ten years old, returned from her first date with a boy, her cheeks flushed and excitedly describing the wonderful sensation of kissing. "That boy wanted to touch my chest, but he didn't even dare to unbutton my shirt," Agassi had laughed brightly at the time
She pressed her hat down and looked up, seeing him through the glass covered in water droplets. Agassi pushed the door open, and the night breeze flowed in, along with his gaze looking back at her
Dating, how could this word come to mind
Several people went downstairs
Rangmu felt a bit of warmth in his palms: "Unfortunately, we can only stay for ten days this time. Next year, when it is no longer the rainy season, I will come to Nepal again. At that time, would you be willing to be my guide, Madam?" Rangmu's English was already not very fluent, and with a hint of flirtation, he became even more stammering
The crowd entered the restaurant and sat down by the window facing the street
Wenhan could not help but laugh.
Agassi was determined to succeed, even questioning why Wang Wenhao was sitting with him for dinner. And who was that short stranger? Wang Wenhao explained that after getting separated from them, he encountered Cheng Muyun, who invited him to dinner with a friend, and he did not decline.
Surrounded by women dressed in red saris, each with a bright red mark on their foreheads, applied by the priest upon entering the temple. They stood for a while, only to realize that the two men had disappeared. Agassi quietly complained a bit, wanting to leave after having enough of the place. Wen Han had been distracted since morning and was not particularly interested in this cultural scenery, so she left the temple with her.
"Lust Caution?" Cheng Mu Yun's peripheral vision swept across the corner, fleetingly. "Enduring the pain of abstinence is also one of the eighty-four thousand forms of苦修 (spiritual cultivation)." Such a fresh perspective; the faces of those present revealed their interest in this topic, even the man beside Cheng Mu Yun found it quite intriguing
Cheng Mu Yun leisurely stepped back and smiled
... ...
"I pray to find a good man and have a happy family," Wen Han said softly
He knocked on Agassi's door. Under the dim light of the corridor, Agassi received the bedding and noticed that the landlady had thoughtfully wrapped an additional layer of cloth around it, which surprised him greatly. "What about Wenhan?" Agassi realized that he had only brought this one set.
Wang Wenhao looked down as he cut the beef, seemingly a bit displeased. He cleared his throat, avoided the topic, and instead asked Wen Han how they had enjoyed their time at the temple. Agassi appeared to be quite dissatisfied with the women fasting all day to pray for the men, and oddly complained a few times, while also expressing interest in Indian hand-painted art
Cheng Mu Yun clearly did not leave her much time to choose
Wen Han coughed twice
"If you are a regular customer, that is completely fine," Cheng Mu Yun said, as if he were not familiar with her at all, narrowing his eyes slightly to glance at her. "The boss's room has a faux Russian-style fireplace; she can help you dry and warm up."
"Dual cultivation?" Cheng Mu Yun gently repeated, "This is a very ancient and also a very profound topic"
Wen Han's gaze was somewhat awkward, and he smiled apologetically at the people around him
... ...
Agassi was amused by him: "So what you're saying is that you are still in training?"
Agassi came to find her, and she made countless excuses but did not avoid him, after all, she could not reveal the true reason for her evasion
"What a strong wind!" Agassi also pressed down on his hat brim, stepped outside, and reached out to catch some rain. "Why has this rain never stopped?"
Outside, the fine rain is falling, and the composition of holding an umbrella is naturally not as appealing as that of a wide-brimmed hat.
Wenhan was startled and turned back in surprise
Oh? Only ten days? The landlady tossed her hair, How come it's so urgent? The journey here is arduous, why not stay a few more days? I remember your reservation was for twenty days?
The scene was vividly illuminated, revealing a hidden moment: the male regular customer grasped the female guest's arm, leaned down, and gently captured her lips. The female guest appeared somewhat anxious, attempting to pull away, but he seized her wrist, and under the coercive gaze of the male regular, she reluctantly took two steps back and nodded slightly
Before the arrival of the cold and warm weather, I did my homework, and today happens to be the first day of the Tihar Festival in Nepal
If there is a man who will never be encountered again in your lifetime, here, at the foot of the world's highest peak, in the land where Siddhartha Gautama was born, inviting you to whisper sweet nothings like lovers.
This morning, several guests checked out, and a few girls from Hong Kong arrived, whispering to each other. Agassi held her hand and navigated through the disordered small sofas to exit.
The beef here is very tough, practically testing the quality of the knife. Initially, she cut off a large piece and put it in her mouth, taking a long time to soften the meat enough to swallow it easily. Therefore, when it came to the next piece, she had to exert more effort, cutting the steak into smaller pieces.
Wen Han is next to Agassi, opposite him is Wang Wenhao, and to the right diagonal is Cheng Mu Yun. She holds the menu, trying her best to appear indifferent as if she had never been familiar with him
Agassi's eyes sparkled, and a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. Suddenly, she leaned close to Cheng Mu Yun's ear. Although the quilt in her arms separated their bodies, her face was very close: "Thank you"