together for a moment

Nick slept all the way until almost 9 o'clock, and Zhao Yimu covered his whole body to keep him warm. When he woke up, his cheeks were red and smoking, and turned into stuffy sweet potatoes again.

"Did you sleep well? How do you feel?" Zhao Yimu moved his shoulders and arms, feeling numb for a while.

"It's not bad, it's very warm, it's just a dream that a dog is licking me." Nick turned over and closed his eyes again, smacking his mouth.

Zhao Yimu turned sideways and looked at him with his head propped on his hands, pretending to be stupid: "What a coincidence? I dreamed of a cat rubbing against my arms."

Nick smiled with his eyes closed, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, he didn't answer the words and didn't express his opinion, he said whatever he wanted.

"Should I go to the hospital later? I should have gone yesterday. I suffered so much for nothing." Seeing that Nick was about to fall asleep again, Zhao Yimu wanted to pat his face, but his fingers had their own thoughts. Caressed.

Nick frowned and slapped his hands away, and went back under the quilt, "It's such a trouble to go to the hospital, I'll just sleep for a while and I'll be fine."

Zhao Yimu didn't bother him, got out of bed and made a glass of electrolyte water, then lifted the quilt when he came back, "Drink some water first, your lips are peeling."

Nick rubbed a few times and sat up leaning against the head of the bed, his face was still pale, his jaw line was sharp and sharp, only his eyebrows and eyes were like thick black ink on white rolls.

Before he woke up, he took two sips from the cup and was in a daze. It took him a long time to drink half of the cup.Zhao Yimu wanted to add more tea to the cup, but the phone beside the bed rang first, and a big "Brother" flashed on the screen.

Zhao Yimu handed the phone to Nick, and wanted to go to the kitchen to ask for some hot water, but he had already put his hand on the doorknob, when he heard Nick calling out in a low voice: "Brother."

This title is normal, but Zhao Yimu could hear the intimacy in the tone, he suddenly didn't want to go out, and fumbled around in the room to eavesdrop openly.

"Hmm...I'm fine, the sound is always like this when I just woke up...Have you ordered it? Okay...Understood...You can send me an email again."

Nick cut off the phone and continued to be in a daze. He sighed after not knowing what to think of, Zhao Yimu wanted to ask about the content of the phone and also about the background of this god-brother, so he pretended to be busy and said nonchalantly: "It's your god-brother's phone again? How come from last night..."

Before he finished speaking, Nick suddenly lifted the quilt and sat down on the edge of the bed, stepped on the cold floor with his feet, bowed his head and held his stomach with an ouch.

"Stomach hurts again?" Zhao Yimu quickly ran to his side, his tone tense.

Nick couldn't answer him, the small half cup of electrolyte water was churning violently in his stomach just now, his whole body trembling from colic, and finally he ran into the bathroom to seek relief.

Zhao Yimu went over to comfort him, stroked his palms, and the lines on his back were clear. After Nick finished vomiting, he helped him up, rinsed his mouth and wiped his face very smoothly, and took advantage of the danger to hold him in his arms. Coaxingly said: "Let me borrow you first, we will go to the hospital later, no matter what you say, we have to go."

"I can't walk, brother Owen." Nick leaned his head on his shoulder and said weakly.

"Then I'll pass you by with my back." Zhao Yimu felt sorry for this thin body, how could there be so many things to vomit?He said softly, "Good boy, go to the hospital."

"Do you know where there is a hospital?" Nick went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed to relax. It seemed that he had to go to the hospital today.

"I'll check online, and if I can't find it, I'll ask the hotel staff. You just need to dress yourself warmly, and I'll take care of the rest," said Zhao Yimu, and began to prepare. First, he found other backpackers in Varanasi on the Internet. Talking about the experience of seeing a doctor, some of them shared the hospital information. He wrote down the name of the hospital, the distance and the fare on the paper, and put some things that might be used in the backpack.

Nick changed his clothes and leaned against the bed to rest, looking down at Zhao Yimu busy, feeling guilty and some emotions he didn't understand. In the past, when he was sick during the journey, he could just sleep for a few days and grit his head. Now, there is The individual can be relied on, and the mental and physical bodies are all fragile. Not only will the illness fail to recover, but also inexplicable emotions will arise.

This is an illusion. Nick is very clear. He has seen many traveling companions get out of love as they walk, but not many of them can really stabilize. After all, travel is an extraordinary period of escaping from reality and society. The emotions that come out may not stand the test of firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea when they return to reality.

"Ready?" Zhao Yimu saw Nick sitting there in a daze, secretly amused, "We will set off when we are ready."

Zhao Yimu went to the bed and gave him a hand. He found that Nick's cheeks, mouth, and palms were covered with flakes due to lack of water, so he went to the suitcase to find the body oil that Xiaopei had prepared for him, and poured it on his palms to wipe it on him. superior.

"What are you doing?" Nick turned his face away.

"Apply some oil, your skin will crack later and you will be hurt." Zhao Yimu restrained him.

"Hey I'll do it myself," Nick insisted.

"You don't have the strength to fight with me now." Zhao Yimu pressed him to apply body oil.

"You...you..." Nick was so choked that he couldn't find the words, and he let him touch his face and hands.

"Okay," Zhao Yimu clapped his hands and he was done. He naturally took his hand and walked out of the room. First, he took the hospital information to the counter to confirm again. The service staff was very enthusiastic and told them where to go to take the bus. If the fare exceeds the amount, you will be cheated.

"Can I walk? Do you want to carry it?" Zhao Yimu asked him when he walked out of the hotel.

"Are you addicted to your back?" Nick quickly refused, "It's okay to walk slowly, I'll walk by myself."

Zhao Yimu led Nick to deliberately slow down his pace. He was usually a busy person, and he wished he could fly when he was walking. He took one step faster with his head bored, but now he was not used to the sudden slowdown so much.

Nick's mentality is that he can't walk fast, Zhao Yimu tried to look around to observe the street scene, so as not to walk like the wind.

"Look there," Nick pointed to the side of the road, "the locals put the weighing machine on the street and it becomes a tool for making money."

Zhao Yimu snorted and whispered to him, "The cost is quite low, I don't know how much to measure once."

"It's not easy to know, let's measure it?" Nick said and walked there.

"No, it's important to go to the hospital first." Zhao Yimu stopped him.

"It doesn't take much time to measure a person's weight. I want to experience the roadside weight measurement." Nick stood in front of the weighing machine booth with great interest and asked the price. The young man at the booth said that it would cost 10 rupees per measurement.

Zhao Yimu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and walked to the front of the stall to bargain with the boss, "It's too expensive, 10 rupees for two people."

Nick laughed, took out his mobile phone and said, "You measure first, I want to take a picture! Brother Owen weighed himself in public for the first time hahaha."

"I'm not a girl, I'm not afraid of being seen when I measure my weight," Zhao Yimu smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, the boss took a cloth to wipe the weighing machine seriously, and he stood up cautiously, the dashboard was a little dirty, look It took a long time to see clearly that it was 146 catties.

"Brother Owen is in good shape," Nick stood in front of him jokingly, with his toes on his toes, raised his eyes and asked him, "You seem to be a little taller than me, are you 1.8 meters five?"

"Almost," Zhao Yimu stretched out his hand to go around behind his back, and Nick slammed into his chest. Before he had time to protest, Zhao Yimu let go of his hand and said, "Well, you should be 1.8 meters. Stand on it and see how much you weigh."

Nick's pale cheeks flushed slightly, he stood on the scale in embarrassment and lowered his head, pretending to look at the dashboard seriously.

"132? Too thin!" Zhao Yimu paid the money and dragged him away, yelling anxiously, "It's okay to go on like this, go to the hospital quickly."

"Walk slowly, you don't have the strength," Nick shuffled lazily, "the hospital can't run."

Zhao Yimu didn't care about Nick, and walked slowly on the street holding hands with his pace, leaning over to have a look where there were novelties, and stopping to rest when he was tired from walking.

There is a shop selling yogurt on the side of the road. The small bowls are served in earthenware bowls. Customers smash the bowls on the spot after eating. The authentic old shop is full of people. Nick has a stomachache and can’t eat. With relish, he smashed the bowl and smashed it boldly.

Zhao Yimu sighed in his heart, and ordered a bowl from the boss.

"Do you dare to eat the yogurt at the roadside stall?" Nick's eyes widened, "Don't you even dare to drink Lassi?"

"I bought it especially to be greedy for you," Zhao Yimu arrogantly picked up a small ladle, took a big mouthful and put it into his mouth, smiling with a corner of his mouth, "Well, it's really fragrant."

"Is it delicious?" Nick murmured, eyebrows drooping.

"The best food I've eaten in India," because he's never eaten anywhere else. Zhao Yimu ate it with big mouthfuls, peeking at Nick's pitiful face, and dug the last bit into a small spoon. Sent it to Nick's mouth, "Just take a sip and taste it."

Nick's originally loveless face immediately blossomed, he bit the spoon, and said with a rich expression as if he was shooting an advertisement: "It's really strong and fragrant."

"It's so delicious?" Zhao Yimu felt that watching him eat was more interesting than eating by himself.

"It's delicious, especially after a day of fasting." Nick looked at the bottom of the bowl and couldn't get enough.

"Then I'll find a way to remember the location of this restaurant, and we'll eat again when you're well," Zhao Yimu took out his phone, wondering if it's time to use satellite coordinates for positioning.

"No, that's fine too," Nick waved his hand, "Every encounter is only once, it's the first and the last, I remember the deliciousness of this moment is enough."

Every encounter is only once...

Zhao Yimu looked at Nick and said this sentence silently in his heart.He remembered that Nick once said that he would not continue to communicate with the people on the trip after returning to China. If this was the case, then their encounter would only be in India. From the beginning, Nick became a name in his memory forever.

"So there should be no regrets," Zhao Yimu stared at Nick with burning eyes, with a serious face, "Let's enjoy the moment."

Nick read the sparkle and tenderness in his eyes, and it took a long time before he said: "Okay, let's go crazy together."

They walked on the road with their fingers intertwined, like many Indian boys, but they were completely different. Only they knew the difference.

When he got to the main road where he could pick up a tuk-tuk, Zhao Yimu picked up the car and took out a note written in advance to communicate with the driver. He first made sure that the driver really knew about this hospital before he started to negotiate the fare. He didn't kill much. , he didn't want to waste time on this kind of thing.

As soon as he got in the car, Zhao Yimu took out a scarf and a large shawl from his backpack, and wrapped the scarf around his neck to cover his mouth and nose, so as not to let the cold wind blow directly.The shawl unfolded with a few shakes, wrapping it tightly around Nick's body.

The shawl is smooth and soft, and feels great to the touch. Nick felt it with his fingertips and asked, "Is this Kashmir wool?"

"My colleagues in Delhi took me to a trustworthy store to buy," Zhao Yimu wrapped his hands in the shawl and hugged him

Nick smiled and didn't ask any more questions. They looked at the street scene on the left alone and the street scene on the right alone, and they were close together under the cover of the shawl.

It takes more than ten minutes to drive to the hospital. It is neither too new nor too clean. Fortunately, there are not many people.Zhao Yimu looked around and couldn't find any place to register, so he asked any person in uniform, and the person saw that they were foreigners, so he just said followme and took them to the clinic to find a doctor.

The doctor was an old gentleman with a beard. His glasses were pressed down on the bridge of his nose. His English had a strong British accent. He looked up at Nick through the gap above the glasses and said, "Stomach problem, poor boy."

Zhao Yimu is like an over-worried parent, explaining Nick's symptoms clearly one by one, and then eagerly waiting for the doctor's instructions, whether to buy medicine or get an injection.

"I can't absorb the medicine even after taking it. Let's get the injection first." The doctor scribbled the prescription and asked the medical staff to take them for the injection.

The cubicle where the needles were given was not big but there were nearly twenty beds. They were taken to an empty bed in the corner. The sheets were not very clean and there were some suspicious marks on them. Zhao Yimu felt nauseous just looking at them.

Without saying a word, he spread the Kashmiri shawl proudly on the bed, patted it, and said, "Lie down."

Nick didn't eat and didn't sleep well yesterday. He had exhausted a lot of physical energy during the journey. He was exhausted at this time. He lay obediently on the bed and let the medical staff inject the needles. The drips flowed into the blood vessels that emerged on his arms. Afterwards, within a few minutes of Zhao Yimu explaining the precautions, Nick had already fallen into a deep sleep. Zhao Yimu pulled a chair and sat down beside his bed, held Nick's cold hand with one hand, and rested his head with the other hand, and fell asleep after a while Come.

"Brother...Brother..." The hand held by him struggled, Zhao Yimu suddenly woke up, and found that Nick's brows were knotted and raving again and again.

"Nick, Nick? What's wrong?" Zhao Yimu patted him, and was held tightly by Nick's backhand, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, "Brother... don't go..."

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