together for a moment

From New Delhi to Varanasi, you can take a plane or a train. If it was before, Zhao Yimu would rather spend more money than suffer on the long-distance train. But this time he wants to make different choices. Last time he took the train to The experience in Agra is not bad, and the steady and continuous progress on land is actually unique.He chose a sleeper train that departed at 05:30 in the evening and arrived in Varanasi at 08:30 the next morning. Of course, it was the best waiting time. Zhao Yimu followed Nick and bought scones to satisfy his hunger on the train, and he was selling tea (chai) The uncle watched the sunset while sleeping, watched the sunrise again, did not take a bath, but simply washed his face and brushed his teeth. He touched the stubble of beard growing on his face, imagining himself as a rough traveler with shining eyes .

When the train enters the station, there is always a panic. Nick said that he will come to the station to pick him up, but it is a difficult task to pick up people at the Indian train station. Zhao Yimu was already sweating when he got off the train with his luggage, and the platform was bustling with people. Tens of thousands of heads moved, he couldn't figure out the east, west, and north for a while, and he scared himself to see everyone close to him as stealth, and the grass and trees were all in chaos. He wanted to pull the luggage to the corner to calm down, and then called To Nick, he was drawing up a battle plan in his mind, but before he could act, a familiar voice came from behind, very magnetic and emotional: "Hey, my friend!"

Zhao Yimu just turned his head and bumped into a warm hug. The scent of chamomile rushed to his face, calming his anxious soul and quelling all the noise around him. Say, "I'm about to call you!"

Nick let go of him after slapping his vest twice, and asked with a smile, "Is everything going well?"

"Except that the air conditioner in the car is a bit cold, I can't hear the radio, and I'm afraid of passing the station." Zhao Yimu glanced at his face quickly. Nick seemed to be a little thinner and darker, but his smile was still like Dongyang Make people comfortable. "There are so many people at the station, how did you find me?" Zhao Yimu asked.

"There is nothing more conspicuous than a brand new 28-inch silver suitcase. I saw it at a glance." Nick glanced at his suitcase disdainfully, and then became a little worried, "The hotels are all near the Ganges River, where tuk-tuks cannot Go in, it will take a little effort later."

The result is not a little effort, but a lot of effort.The road is narrow and rough, which is a small case. If cow dung and shit of different sizes get stuck in the wheels, he will not dare to take the suitcase. No wonder foreign tourists all carry big backpacks.

After Zhao Yimu dragged for a while, he simply carried the suitcase on his shoulders, and Nick helped him carry the computer bag, and walked to the door of the hotel with hardships like this.

"Why do hotels have to be by the Ganges?" Zhao Yimu asked through gritted teeth.

"It should mean that tourists mostly choose hotels by the river," Nick shrugged and smiled, "When you get lost, go to the river, at least you can find your way home." He pushed the door of the hotel open and let Zhao Yimu go in sideways.

"I asked around the hotel on the river bank yesterday. The price and room cleanliness of this hotel are very good, but it is the peak season now, and the boss said that he will not know if there is any room until after the tenants check out at 10 o'clock every day." They walked into the lobby. , the hour hand on the clock just went to 10.

Many backpackers are asking about the room situation, it seems that it is very popular and hard to find a room.Zhao Yimu threw the suitcase to the corner and followed Nick to the front of the counter. The waiter at the counter caught a glimpse of Nick out of the corner of his eye, clapped his hands and shouted, "I remember you, do you want a double room, right? The waiter frowned and fingered the booking booklet." After moving up and down, I looked up and asked them: "Now there is a room with one big bed, 750 yuan, facing the river. There is also a room with two small beds, 800 yuan, facing the street. Which one do you want?"

Zhao Yimu knew that Nick's first consideration was the price, and Nick didn't care about the furnishings and how many beds in the room. He thought for a while and offered a suggestion: "If you don't care about sharing the same bed, why don't you choose a room with a double bed? It's cheap. I can see the scenery again.”

Nick shook his head, smiled and said, "If you don't care, I'm fine."

The location of this hotel is excellent. Although it is near the river, it is far away from the main altar full of people.The room is on the second floor. When the door is opened, the first thing that catches the eye is the bay window facing the Ganges River.

"This window is great!" Nick threw away his backpack and ran to lie on his stomach by the bay window, smiling happily, and said with great satisfaction, "Hey, I can lie here for a long time."

Zhao Yimu lay down on the bed in a large font, releasing the exhaustion of running all the way from last night to today. He did his homework and read travel books before coming to Varanasi, but now he didn't want to go anywhere after he settled down. He turned over , I saw Nick sitting on the bay window, Nick seemed to be intoxicated by the riverside street scene, like a lazy cat basking in the sun and watching everything indifferently.

"How long have you been there? Did you go to any scenic spots?" Zhao Yimu walked to the window. There was no room for two people on the window sill. He stood behind Nick and looked at the scenery of the Ganges River.

"I just arrived the night before yesterday. Yesterday, I was not in a hurry to go to the scenic spots, so I went shopping nearby. I found a very fragrant lassi shop, a grocery store where you can buy mineral water very cheaply, and a pastry shop where locals are vying to queue up. shop, but the problem is that I can’t find it when I want to go back after shopping around haha.” Nick looked up at Zhao Yimu as he spoke, the sunlight illuminated his eyebrows, eyes and nose, and the back of his head gently touched Zhao Yimu Zhao Yimu's heart itch was scratched through the clothes on his belly and soft fluffy hair.

"However, there is a stall selling chai by the river bank. It's super delicious and the location is easy to remember," Nick raised his head and continued excitedly, "I was drinking yesterday and thought I must bring you to try it."

"I'm really addicted to drinking chai. Obviously, in order to maintain my figure, I usually avoid these sweet and high-calorie drinks." Zhao Yimu scratched his head doubtfully, "I don't know why after coming to India. You break your own principles casually, and you can't tighten it up again, why..."

"Of course it's because you've been with me for a few days and found how happy it is to relax yourself. You can't go back." Nick smiled triumphantly and wildly, "Master Nick's famous saying: There are no principles when traveling."

Infected by his smile, Zhao Yimu also laughed, and grabbed Nick on the shoulder, saying: "Is it because you are infected by a fool and you become silly?"

"Hey, who are you calling stupid?" Nick couldn't accept it, and his eyes widened.

Zhao Yimu saw himself in Nick's clear, clear and black pupils, smiling gently, he was a little strange and flustered.

After regaining his composure, Zhao Yimu squeezed Nick's shoulder and said, "I'm hungry, go out and have something to eat, and you will lead the way." He hasn't had any hot food since yesterday.

When Nick heard that he wanted to eat, he immediately let go of the past and jumped off the window sill, "Come on, Master Nick will take you to explore the holy city to find delicious food."

Varanasi is called the holy city in Hindu mythology. It is said that there were no rivers here thousands of years ago. At that time, the king of the Sun Dynasty used ascetic methods to pray for salvation from the goddess of the Milky Way in order to wash away the sins of the souls of his ancestors. Moved, use the water of the Milky Way to purify the soul. The water of the Milky Way falls on the hair of Lord Shiva and turns into seven holy rivers.

Leaving the hotel, Zhao Yimu and Nick stepped into the narrow and winding alleys of Varanasi. There was an old atmosphere in the air. As the travel book said, the crowds and the years are stored in the winding streets. , the sari passing by is swaying with the charm of history, and the bricks and tiles are tempered by time, and the winding and crowded streets accommodate all kinds of species. It seems that if you are not careful, you will be swallowed and lost in the time. In the mezzanine.

After lunch time, Nick asked Zhao Yimu to choose a place to eat. When he first arrived in a new city, Zhao Yimu conservatively chose a restaurant that sold fried rice and fried noodles. The shop was almost full of foreigners, probably recommended by travel books.

After the fried rice was delivered to the table, Zhao Yimu realized how hungry he was. He was eating scones in the car yesterday, and now he finally had some hot food. Seeing the bottom of the sky, when I looked up, Nick couldn't even eat half of it! ?

Zhao Yimu saw that he was slowly putting half a spoonful into his mouth, and he was not the same person who jumped up when he mentioned food just now. "What's wrong with you? The fried rice is not to your liking?" Zhao Yimu asked.

"No," Nick sighed, put down his spoon and picked up a glass of water to drink, and said lazily, "I feel sick to my stomach these days, and I feel bloated when I eat something."

"I think you've lost weight," Zhao Yimu said, "I'll get you some gastrointestinal medicine when I go back to the hotel. I prepared several before going abroad. It's good to take precautions."

"Don't be nervous, this situation has happened before, I have experience," Nick smiled weakly, his face was a little pale, "It's good to fast for a meal and let the stomach rest."

Zhao Yimu helped him clean up the leftover fried rice, and walked out of the restaurant full of wine and food, but was terrified by a row of people defecating in the street on the side of the road, let alone humans, dogs, cats, cows, monkeys, and even donkeys. Defeating in the surroundings, he couldn't adapt to the strange smell in the air, and wished he could lose his sense of smell. Nick was also full of patience, and there was a fine line between heaven and hell.

"Let's go to the river?" Nick suggested, "The view is wider and the air is better."

Sure enough, when we reached the bank of the river, everything suddenly became clear. The kite-flying children shouted wantonly, three or five cows sat lazily on the river bank, ascetic monks spread all over the place, and there were also women drying clothes and hawkers pulling tourists on boats.This is not only the center of belief, but also a true interpretation of the current situation of people's lives.

A group of young boys walked in front of them holding hands. This situation is not unusual in India. Zhao Yimu is very used to seeing it. He remembered what Nick said: Many things make a fuss for the first time, but after watching it a few times, they will feel nothing. .

Zhao Yimu turned around and looked at Nick who was walking behind, his mind froze for no reason, why did he meet you here?Why did I meet such a different you?

Nick walked behind, looking at the children laughing and looking up at the painted paintings on the altar wall. Any scenery in the world can attract him. The place where Nick steps is flying pigeons and birds, and the scenery is picturesque.He approached step by step, and when he walked in front of Zhao Yimu, he withdrew his gaze from looking around, looked at his slightly startled expression, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, I'm just thinking..." Zhao Yimu was in a state of confusion, pointing at the boys in twos and threes in front of him and said, "Holding hands like they do, it's... that... I don't know... what it feels like..."

Nick blinked, his eyes were like autumn water and morning stars, he extended his hand generously and said with a smile: "Would you like to hold hands for a while?"

"it is good."

Zhao Yimu took Nick's hand, knuckles pressed against each other, palm to palm, there was no embarrassment or awkwardness as imagined, and no one even paid attention to them.Those who dry clothes continue to dry clothes, those who invite guests work hard to attract guests, ascetic monks are still in meditation, and the world is still running.

"How does it feel? Holding hands with boys." Nick asked him.

"Well, it reminds me of holding hands with my classmates to go to the bathroom when I was in elementary school," Zhao Yimu laughed in a low voice, waving the hand he was holding with Nick, "I'm rejuvenated."

"It's not as bad as imagined!" Nick smiled, "Take a good experience, and you won't have a chance if you leave India."

Zhao Yimu clenched Nick's hand so tightly that he could feel his pulse beating in his palm.The kite-flying children in front chased each other and laughed and shouted together. Suddenly, a strange wind blew up, and the kite took the opportunity to break free from its shackles and slowly fly into the sky.

Unable to control it, Zhao Yimu looked at the kite that went to freedom.

so is his heart

I can't control it anymore.

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It was supposed to be double updated yesterday, but it turned out that Chapter 14 has been in the blue review for more than a day, and it has become a double updated today!