together for a moment

Chapter 13 CH13

The restaurant is not far from the hotel, but at this moment, there is a kind of despair that can't see the end. Nick runs fast like an arrow, killing gods and Buddhas, even the passers-by automatically give way. He smashes open the hotel door, ignoring the surprised eyes of the boss. Go straight to the room, unlock the door with 120 points of concentration, put Zhao Yimu on the bed, and grab the black briefcase for him. Take the medicine, shake it, and hold your breath after inhaling it into your mouth.

Nick sat on the floor, leaning on the edge of the bed panting like a cow, staring at Zhao Yimu, thinking in his heart that if it really didn't work, he would immediately run to the hospital on his back.

Fortunately, the effect of the medicine took effect in real time. Zhao Yimu turned from panting to slightly panting, and the redness and purpleness on his face faded a little. Said, "I'm saved...it's all right."

"You're fine, I'm going to have a heart attack," Nick withdrew his frightened souls, and said angrily and aggrieved, "Can you be safe on Christmas Eve? Why don't you take your medicine with you for asthma? If you can't catch up Come back... I can't come back..." The more he talked, the more he felt scared. He lay on the bedside, stared at Zhao Yimu with a worried look on a critically ill patient, and asked timidly: "How long can you use that bottle of medicine? There is still time left at night. Could it happen?"

Zhao Yimu, who was turning around before the gate of hell, temporarily put down his usual reserve, stretched out his hand to scratch Nick's head, and murmured: "It's all right, it's all right." He repeated it several times, as if comforting him and himself, but Nick Obviously not convinced, Zhao Yimu had no choice but to explain: "Don't inhale the cold air for the time being, and then use a hot towel to cover your throat to soothe it, and it shouldn't attack."

Nick stood up as if he had heard an imperial decree, and ordered him to take a good rest before going out of the room. Zhao Yimu rested on the bed on his side, and Nick came back when his upper and lower eyelids were almost glued together, holding an old-fashioned hot water bottle in his right hand and A small electric heater.

"What is this for?" Zhao Yimu asked.

"I can't bear to be scared by you again. I'm going to borrow the heater and hot water from the boss." Nick first turned on the heater, then mixed the boiling water in the kettle with cold water to the right temperature, and twisted a hot towel for him. "The bathroom is hot." The water supply is unstable, so don’t take a shower, a hot towel will do.”

Zhao Yimu was a little moved by seeing him busy, but his speech was too emotional and a bit hypocritical. He said half-jokingly: "Yesterday I helped you keep your virginity, and today you give me back my life. India is really a good place to repay your kindness."

"Isn't that right, we are brothers and sisters?" Nick laughed, and said with a smile: "Running with people behind your back on Christmas Eve, this must be unforgettable forever, and I will talk about it when I grow old!"

The two of them relaxed a lot as they played and sang. Zhao Yimu took the hot towel and wanted to go to the bathroom to take a shower, but there was an electric heater next to the bed, which was warmer. After thinking about it, he took off his clothes and pants on the bed and started to wipe.

Nick helped him hold his pajamas, and saw him rushing to put on his clothes as soon as he finished wiping, Zhao Yimu couldn't help laughing and said, "Which one of us looks more like a mother?"

"I don't care if you go back to New Delhi tomorrow, but give me a place tonight." Nick said threateningly, patted the bed, and said, "Sleep, you lie down, I'll get a hot towel to cover your throat."

Heading back to New Delhi tomorrow?Zhao Yimu lay down, staring at the ceiling, feeling very depressed.

Nick turned off the light in the room and left the light in the toilet. He soaked a small handkerchief in hot water, wrung it out, folded it, and wrapped it around Zhao Yimu's neck.

"Go to sleep when you're tired, I'll change your towels later." Nick didn't lie down, but sat on the bedside and took out his mobile phone to play games.

"I'm going back tomorrow..." Zhao Yimu sighed, the hot handkerchief pressed against his neck was very comfortable, even his heart was warm, but as long as he thought of leaving tomorrow, it was like a bucket of ice water rushed away all the warmth .

"Your train at noon tomorrow will return to New Delhi at three or four in the afternoon. If you have time, you should go to a big hospital." Nick stared at the phone screen and instructed casually.

"..." Zhao Yimu was feeling bored. He raised his eyes to see that Nick was concentrating on the game, and he couldn't help complaining: "Stop playing, it's not good for your eyes. Lay down and chat with me."

"Tsk, why don't you have a good rest and chat?" After saying this, Nick put the phone aside, slipped into the quilt and lay down.

"Hey, let me ask you." Zhao Yimu stared at the ceiling, and thought about his words: "You said last time that you won't have a girlfriend, what do you mean?"

"It means I don't like girls." Nick answered without hesitation.

"Don't like girls? Are you crooked?" Zhao Cimu's lawyer had to ask about everything about his personality.

"Homosexual, gay, crooked, whatever you want to say," Nick replied very frankly, perhaps because everything was indistinct when the lights were turned off, or because they would never see each other again tomorrow.

"You... When did you know your sexual orientation?" Zhao Yimu asked again.

"It was in high school. At that time, my god-brother came out first. Later, I also felt that I was not interested in girls, so I confessed to my family." Nick explained simply.

"Your brother too?" Zhao Yimu was a little surprised, "Where are your parents? Will they accept it?"

"My parents, they are very enlightened, and they can't be said to be enlightened. It should be said that they love me very much." Nick said in a low voice, "They love me not because of material things, but because they love me no matter what I do. The kind of painful method that I fully support. I confessed to them without thinking too much at that time, and then for the first time, I saw their disappointed expressions for the first time, and my heart ached. But they were not willing to scold me, My mom turned away before the tears fell, so I didn't let me see her tears. In the end, my dad just said that he would find out what homosexuality is all about."

"Later they went to popularize some knowledge, bought books online, searched for data and watched movies. My dad said that others can't understand, but parents have to understand their children," Nick suddenly fell silent for a few seconds, and then said in a low voice. : "They are very good parents."

Neither of them spoke for a minute or two. Nick got up and soaked the cold handkerchief in hot water again, and covered him again.

"Have you...have you tried dating girls? Don't you think about getting married and having children, or starting a family?" Zhao Yimu asked.

"I tried it when I was in college, but it didn't work, and I didn't feel it at all. But I don't reject it. I am open-minded. Maybe one day I will find a girl who looks right and I feel like it. Maybe I will get married. Although it seems a bit Difficult, the chances of not being able to form a family are quite high." Nick smiled wryly.

"At present, domestic legislation in this area is not complete. Same-sex couples cannot marry and form a family. There is no guarantee in all aspects..." Zhao Yimu said matter-of-fact.

"Yes, but I always tell myself to look out for the best," Nick said nonchalantly, "Same-sex people don't think about having children, so there is no need to rush to find a partner at the marriageable age, and there is no need to consider whether the other party's financial ability can help Whether I have children or whether I can have children, no one will covet my inheritance."

"So my criteria for choosing a mate are very simple," Nick said lightly but clearly: "It's love."

is love

Simple and clear.

Zhao Yimu wanted to talk about something more, wanted to know this person better, but Nick insisted that he go to bed early, so Zhao Yimu could only toss and turn in bed, thinking about the three words "it's love", and couldn't understand it. A clear and transparent question suddenly became impossible to answer.

Waking up late the next morning, the two decided to pack their luggage and check out before going to have brunch. Zhao Yimu put back on his shirt and trousers. He couldn't tell what it felt like, and his life turned back to black and white.

Packed up his things and prepared to leave, Zhao Yimu took a look inside before closing the door, the luggage was taken away, the room was restored to its original appearance, there was no trace of their stay, Zhao Yimu disliked this hotel at first, it was not as good as the one he stayed in Any one, but now he has begun to miss this small room that doesn't even have a mirror.

Nick chose the rooftop restaurant where he could see the Taj Mahal to have brunch again, and told Zhao Yimu to take a last look at the love between Shah Jahan and Baloo. Crisp and fragrant, it is easy to eat one piece and another piece with hot tea. Sunshine, food, friends, and this leisurely carelessness. Life is like this, what more can I ask for?

"I'll accompany you to the station later, then find a youth hostel, and continue to stay in this city for a few days," Nick said.

"How long are you going to stay in Agra?" Zhao Yimu asked.

"I can't tell," Nick smiled, "Traveling, I like to stay in each place for a while, and after seeing the big attractions, I will take a look at the local folk customs and see how other people live their lives."

"So you didn't plan your next itinerary?" Zhao Yimu knew the answer as soon as he asked, and now he gradually understood Nick, "I'm asking for nothing, you must have no plan."

"The one who knows me is Owen brother." Nick smiled and showed his white teeth.

"Will you go to Varanasi?" Zhao Yimu remembered the two places Raju recommended, one was Agra and the other was Varanasi.

"Yes, I must see the sacred river of life with my own eyes," Nick said softly, as if making a wish, "If I have the chance, I hope to bathe in the holy river."

Zhao Yimu once read the introduction of Varanasi in a travel book. This Hindu holy land is known as the "most spiritual" city and is the favorite of many poets, philosophers and ascetics.It is very sacred. There are thousands of temples and altars in the city. It is the birthplace of many Indian myths.It is so ancient, its roads twisted and tangled in untraceable patterns, that no map can accurately grasp it.

Zhao Yimu remembers these beautiful praises, but what he really only remembers in his heart is the little travel recipe. The book reminds readers to be mentally prepared to face the ubiquitous urine smell and garbage mountains, and must bow their heads when walking, otherwise they will fall apart. You will step on bullshit and shit in minutes, and don't even try to figure out the road over there. If you see something you want to eat or buy, please act immediately, because you will never go back...

Because of this passage, Zhao Yimu was afraid of Varanasi, but if he was with Nick, who can laugh at all kinds of difficulties and see a sense of humor in chaos and filth, he was looking forward to it. Make a pilgrimage to this indescribable city.

It doesn't matter if it's indescribable. Only after he has visited it can he describe Varanasi in his heart.

"My work will come to an end in two weeks..." Zhao Yimu asked very tangled, he wanted to go with Nick, but would Nick want to go with him?Could it be that being alone is his style?

"Okay, I'll play all the way from Agra, and I'll wait for you in Varanasi first." Nick travels as he pleases, without those small entanglements and small theaters, and we go together when we meet, and it doesn't matter if Zhao Yimu doesn't come by then.

"Okay, give me your Indian mobile phone number." Zhao Yimu took out the mobile phone and handed it to Nick, "I will send you a message after I confirm the end of work and see when I can arrive in Varanasi."

"Don't be nervous. I think I'll be in Varanasi for a while. It's okay if I don't meet you. You don't have to force it. You'll be a passer-by after all." Nick rested his head on one hand and entered the number with the other. Dongyang covered him furryly, and his whole body was shining.

Zhao Yimu understood, Nick didn't want to swim with him, nor didn't want to swim with him, Nick went with the situation wherever he got together.

Come and go, after all passerby.

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