together for a moment

Zhao Yimu touched Nick's head and face, and said gently, "I'm here, I'm here" and "I'm here" and "Never go away" a few times. He waited until his brows were loosened and his breathing slowed down before he withdrew his hand. It was [-]% full, and the medicine in the small tube had just been changed, so I smoked a cigarette and walked outside the hospital.

Zhao Yimu found a corner to light the cigarette, took a big puff and then exhaled long, repeated several times, the tightness in his chest finally dissipated.

Zhao Yimu had also guessed about the tricky relationship between Nick and his god-brother, and he couldn't help wondering whether they were in love, unrequited love, or the past tense?But in the end, what does it have to do with him, Zhao Yimu is inexplicably upset about being entangled in these situations that have nothing to do with him but can't help thinking about them.

He and Nick have neither past nor future, only present, India-only.

He has no right and cannot participate in other people's lives. He has a direction he has already planned.

Zhao Yimu took out his mobile phone while smoking a cigarette, and called Xiao Pei through the Internet phone. He was relieved when Xiao Pei's voice came from the microphone.

"Hello? Yi Mu?" Xiao Pei lowered the volume, "Wait, wait, wait." After a while, Xiao Pei spoke in a normal voice: "What's wrong? Why are you calling now?"

Zhao Yimu didn't know what Xixi was at all. After thinking for a long time, he realized that it was Friday afternoon and Xiaopei should still be in the office.

"I forgot that you should still be in the company. It's okay. I suddenly wanted to hear your voice, so I called," Zhao Yimu picked out the truth that could be told.

"I miss you too. Your flight arrives on Sunday evening, right? My brother will drive me to the airport." Xiaopei sounded very happy.

"Well, see you then, you go back to work." Zhao Yimu took a breath and was about to cut off the call.

"Hey, wait," Xiao Pei shouted anxiously, Zhao Yimu put the phone back to his ear, and heard her ask: "Yimu, is everything okay?"

Zhao Yimu was taken aback for a moment, then raised his voice to pretend to be cheerful, "Everything is fine, what's wrong?"

"No, it's fine." Xiaopei probably felt that he had lost his composure, and smiled awkwardly, "It's okay, let's do it first, and be careful."

A woman's intuition is really not covered, Zhao Yimu thought.Xiaopei might have sensed something was wrong, but so what?He's leaving on Sunday and everything will be back on track.

Until then, just do what you want, he resolved, one of the rare moments in life is crazy.

After stamping out the cigarette, Zhao Yimu wandered around the hospital to see if there was anything suitable for Nick to eat. It is a bit difficult in India not to be spicy or fried. He looked around and found a Tibetan restaurant, thinking to try his luck.

The appearance of Tibetan restaurants is inconspicuous but clean. Although the owner is also dark-skinned and has a deep outline, he is slightly different from Indians. It is probably because Tibetans have a special quiet and restrained temperament.

Zhao Yimu ordered mutton fried rice for himself, thinking it would be unethical to bring the aroma to a ward of 20 people, so he simply sat in the shop and received the fried rice three or two times into his stomach. Tibetan cuisine really does not add as much spice as India , and take out a Western/Tibetan steamed dumpling (momo) for Nick.

Back in the ward, Nick was still sleeping, and the medicine was almost finished. He went to ask someone to remove the needle. The medical staff moved very gently, but Nick still moaned twice and woke up slowly.

He frowned and wandered around in a daze, until he saw Zhao Yimu beside the bed, his brows dropped, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved up, pulling out a weak but gentle curve, and he said in a weak voice, "I think I'm already healed. "

Zhao Yimu couldn't understand why Nick's smile could make him feel stagnant no matter what kind of smile he had.

"You'd better be ready, otherwise I'll have this box of steamed dumplings all to myself." After the medical staff pulled out the needle and asked Nick to hold the cotton, Zhao Yimu helped him sit up, "Will you feel dizzy? Drink some first." water."

"I'm full of sleep, my head is not dizzy, and my energy is much better," Nick looked down at the blood-soaked cotton, licked his chapped lips and said, "I'll drink it later."

"I'm so thirsty, what are you waiting for?" Zhao Yimu stood up and poured water into the cup, brought the paper cup to his lips, put one hand on the back of Nick's head and said, "Drink."

Nick raised his head slightly and drank slowly, staring at Zhao Yimu with his big round eyes, he might really be full of sleep, his eyes were dewy and clear, like a drop of water on a lotus leaf in the morning , fell into his heart with a slight swipe, rippling with ripples.

"What? Still thirsty?" Zhao Yimu stroked his head with a smile, extremely gentle, anyway, it will only be a few days if he is crazy again, and he has nothing to fear.

Nick blinked and blinked, Zhao Yimu poured him another cup, and when the water was finished, his arm had stopped bleeding, Zhao Yimu gave him the steamed dumplings he just bought together with a fork.

"This is momo!" Nick's eyes lit up, "Ah, it's good to be alive, it's good to be able to eat." Immediately, he forked a steamed dumpling and put it in his mouth

"Eat slowly, chew a little bit before swallowing," Zhao Yimu rolled his eyes, "Silly boy, you were just talking in your sleep."

"Say what?" Nick's attention was entirely on the food.

"You keep calling brother..." Zhao Yimu spoke tentatively, staring at Nick without missing any of his expressions.

As expected, Nick froze, and the steamed dumplings brought to his mouth fell back into the box, and he raised his eyes and waited for Zhao Yimu to say more.

"You keep calling me brother...I'm so hungry...so hungry..." Zhao Yimu held back at first, but then laughed out loud.

"I'm really hungry!" Nick blushed and stuffed the dumplings into his mouth angrily.

"Let's be more restrained today. When the stomach is fine tomorrow, I'll treat you to a good meal." Zhao Yimu hurriedly smoothed his hair, thinking that this stuff is really cute.

I bought the medicine according to the doctor’s advice and left the hospital at 20 o’clock in the afternoon. The temperature difference between day and night in India is huge. It can go up to 10 degrees in the middle of the day, but it will drop back to about [-] degrees in the evening. Whether it's hot or not, Zhao Yimu is used to walking at a leisurely pace, looking around with Nick all the way.

"I used to think that when I went abroad, I just wanted to visit the scenic spots, but now I find that the local people's customs and scenery are also very interesting." Zhao Yimu said.

"Nowadays the information is so developed, and you can find a bunch of photo experience at any scenic spot, and the real exploration and grand travel have long since disappeared." Nick looked much better and spoke with strength, "But I still like to travel and communicate with local people. Chatting with other travelers, even though tens of thousands of people have visited Varanasi, I still have to go and meet people and things in this place.”

"If it wasn't for this business trip, I probably would never have come to India," Zhao Yimu said with emotion, "After returning to China...maybe there will be no chance to travel abroad again."

"Actually, you don't have to go abroad. I used to take trains and buses to go around when I was free in China. Be curious and find something new everywhere," Nick said with high spirits. , jog to the other end of the city, or just hop on a random bus to see where it ends, and there are often new discoveries.”

"..." Zhao Yimu looked at the radiance in his eyes when he spoke, and was a little envious, "Living with you must be very interesting."

Nick scratched his head and said a little shyly: "Everyone's lifestyle is different, as long as you feel happy..."

The more you walk to the river, the more people there are. Everyone wears neatly dressed girls in gorgeous saris, and there are street vendors selling blessing oil lamps and wreaths on the side of the road.Tonight, there is a Shiva ceremony (Puja) on the river bank. During the one-hour ceremony, priests will lead the recitation of scriptures on a temporary altar, and believers will bring tribute to the gods at the ceremony. Of course, foreign tourists You will not miss such a close-to-people activity. Many people are sitting on the steps and waiting on the river bank before six o'clock.

They chose a condescending river step some distance from the stage to take their seats, leaving the front row seats for true believers.The ceremony started on time at [-]:[-] pm. The "Brahmin" at the top of the Indian caste system served as the priest. The priest chanted prayers on the stage surrounded by torches, sometimes waved the whisk, and sometimes held a small brazier over his head to pray for blessings. The song is like a song.

In the end, all the believers raised their hands and sang along with the priests, peaceful and joyful, and even tourists who didn't know the truth were infected with this touch.

Nick entered the country and bought a blessing oil lamp. The oil lamp is made of recycled paper and folded into a small paper plate, with flower petals for sacrifices placed on it, and a small oil core in the middle.Follow the locals to light oil lamps and place them on the Ganges River. The river is full of small candles, carrying blessings and drifting with the waves, echoing the stars in the night sky.

When walking back to the steps, the festival was coming to an end, and people around got up and left one after another. There was a lot of noise and joy after the festival. Nick came back after setting off the oil lamp, and wandered around in the sea of ​​people with his eyes. Zhao Yimu saw him at a glance, waved his hand, and the two looked at each other And laugh.

Nick walked back through the crowd and sat down next to him, with a cinnabar red mark on the center of his brow, which is said to ward off disasters, avoid evil and seek good fortune.

"Are you going back to the hotel or sit down for a while?" Zhao Yimu asked

Nick looked at his watch and it was only eight o'clock, "Sit down for a while, the night sky is so beautiful tonight, the moonlight is like water and sky"

Zhao Yimu smiled, "Can you still sing poetry? It seems that you have recovered." He took out the big shawl from his backpack and shook it to cover two people.

"What wish did you just make?" Zhao Yimu took his hand and put it in his palm, "Have you prayed to God for your stomach to heal soon?"

"I'm ready!" Nick was unconvinced: "Don't quarrel with the gods over such trivial matters."

"How can good health be a trivial matter? This wish is so pragmatic." Nick's expression was lively and amusing, and Zhao Yimu wanted to laugh when he saw it.

"Only my own health is a small matter, but I pray to God that all the people I know will be healthy and happy, and find their own happiness. You are lucky to know me, and you have hitched a ride and counted it together." Nick proudly Laughing, I saw that the crowd had almost evacuated, and some scattered oil lamps by the river.

"Would you like to buy an oil lamp and make a wish too?" Nick asked him.

"To be honest, I really haven't made a wish." Zhao Yimu shook his head.

"How is it possible, you never made a wish when you cut the birthday cake when you were a child?" Nick was full of surprise.

"I'm a single-parent family. It's just me and my mother. When I was a child, my mother never bought cakes for her birthday. She always cooked longevity noodles, so she didn't need to make a wish." Zhao Yimu looked at the night sky and said something that he rarely mentioned to outsiders. "Now that I think about it, it seems pitiful to live a long life without aspirations."

"My mother probably doesn't believe in making wishes. She always tells me that there are no miracles in life, only accumulation", such as memorizing a few English words every day, developing the habit of keeping accounts, and persevering in sports. One day, accumulation will develop Now it's fruitful."

"Your mother taught you right, it's easier to succeed if you do everything step by step." Nick also looked at the moon, feeling like a thousand miles away, thinking of his parents in his hometown, "My parents started their own factories from scratch, and they also started from scratch. I have accumulated bit by bit. But this is their dream, no matter how hard it is, it can be eaten as honey, so they often ask me to find a dream and give it a go.”

At the end of Nick's speech, his voice trembled a little, and his expression was gloomy. Zhao Yimu took a look at him and grabbed his shoulder, asking, "Did something happen at home?"

"Hey," Nick sighed with a smile, and wiped the corners of his eyes with his thumb, "there are some problems with the operation of the factory and they are not in good health recently, but it's okay, I just made a wish, and I will definitely get through the difficulties."

"If you have any legal questions, you can come to me," Zhao Yimu thought for a while, "I'm a lawyer, and I'm not very good, but I can provide some suggestions for reference. I'll give you a business card later."

"No wonder you are so good at reciting memorization! Did you practice memorizing the law?" Nick laughed, "I always thought that lawyers especially like to quarrel with others, fighting for the truth or something."

"Where did the stereotype come from? You also plausibly said that you should not label people casually," Zhao Yimu shook his arms, "It is more objective to say that lawyers like logical thinking and rational analysis. Fighting for the truth is fake , it’s all about money.”

Nick leaned on Zhao Yimu's shoulder and grinned, "I hate endorsement the most, and my way of thinking is often unconstrained. Hey, if we don't make it right in China, we will never have intersections for the rest of our lives."

"What about you? You didn't say what you do?" Zhao Yimu rubbed his arm.

"Guess!" Nick smiled slyly, sat up straight away from his shoulders, and fished out the harmonica from the backpack, "I must play some music at this time when the night is as cold as water, the moon is bright and the wind is clear. I'll order some songs for you. What do you want to hear?"

"Hmm..." Zhao Yimu was usually listening to music, but he couldn't answer the question for a while, so he said for a long time: "You can do whatever you want."

"Boring." Nick clicked his tongue, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile, "You should have heard this song before."

Sure enough, he knew what the song was after he blew the first line

Stefanie Sun's Encounter

He hummed the familiar melody casually. Sometimes when he went to sing with his friends, someone would order this song. In fact, he could also recite the lyrics, but he was embarrassed and just sang silently in his heart.

"Hearing the departure of winter, I woke up in a certain month of the year

I think I wait and I look forward to the future but I can't arrange it because of it."

Zhao Yimu looked at Nick's side face while playing, his eyes were half down, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

He recalled from the very beginning, when he met this breezy and handsome young man at the gate of the airport late at night, leaning against the wall and biting a cigarette, he was very chic.

"Who I meet will have such a dialogue

Later, we met again at the Jama Masjid. We ate kebabs and drank Lassi on the side of the road. Although we were in a mess, we made friends.Then he went to Agra together by accident, and Nick told him to be a different self during the trip, so he learned to wear colorful clothes on his body, followed Nick to find hotels along the street to negotiate prices, and went to the Taj Mahal early in the morning to queue up.

They share weal and woe, share laughter through adventures.

Friendship sublimates in an uncontrollable direction.

Now, this journey is coming to an end, like a movie, no matter how beautiful the picture is, how touching the plot is, the end of the movie is the end, if you laugh or cry, you still have to walk out of the theater.

"I saw that Lumeng's entrance was a bit narrow. Meeting you was the most beautiful accident."

it's a beautiful accident, that I met you.

"Hey, I suddenly have a wish." Zhao Yimu pulled Nick's shoulders and looked at him with burning eyes.

"Huh?" Nick looked confused, glanced at the river, and said, "Do you want to go down and make a wish with an oil lamp? It's still too late."

"No need," Zhao Yimu smiled, "My wish will come true soon."

He cupped Nick's face, bowed his head and kissed it

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