together for a moment

Zhao Yimu woke up naturally on Sunday, changed into the casual clothes he bought yesterday, and had breakfast at the hotel. Basically, hotels of this level provide English-style meals and services.The British ruled India for nearly 200 years. It is like splashing British black tea on a colorful sari. Even after time has passed, the color has been indelibly soaked into the bone.History is a fact, right or wrong is difficult to determine, and the newly integrated culture is good or bad, as long as the country is not destroyed and the family is not destroyed, it is lucky after all.

The coffee, scrambled eggs, ham, and toast on the table were seasoned with the sunlight coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Zhao Yimu was very satisfied. After yesterday's toss, he just wanted to recuperate today and had no plans to visit scenic spots. He had a leisurely breakfast and spread it on the table. I bought a copy of "Top 10 Must-Visit Attractions in India" that I randomly picked up from the hotel's public bookshelf. I chose this book for no other reason than the rose-colored Taj Mahal in the morning light on the cover.

"The Taj Mahal is located in the north of Agra, on the right bank of the Yamuna River. It is the mausoleum built by Shah Jahan for his concubine Baru. It is said that more than 2 craftsmen were mobilized during the construction period, and tens of millions were spent to make it strong and expensive. The main body is marble, which took 22 years to complete.

The background story of this masterpiece is Shah Jahan's unswerving love for Baloo until his death. Shah Jahan fell in love with Baloo at first sight and married her when he was 20 years old.Baloo gave birth to eight boys and six girls for Shah Jahan, and died of dystocia after giving birth to the last child. Before his death, he made three demands on Shah Jahan, one is to love himself forever and never marry; children; the third is to build an extremely luxurious mausoleum for himself.Before the death of the beauty, she entrusted Shah Jahan with tears in her heart, regardless of the loss of national power, regardless of the waste of people and money, and finally built this mausoleum that can be passed down through the ages..."

After Zhao Yimu read this well-known love legend at home and abroad, he felt that it was similar to the fairy tales he read when he was a child. It started with love at first sight and ended with unswerving death, interspersed with happy days and parting promises.This kind of content is not bad in the story, but when it comes to the real world, he can't help but think about some practical issues, for example: the physical damage of having fourteen children should not be small, or the cost is enough to shake the country. A huge sum of money was spent to build the mausoleum, which is definitely not a wise king. No wonder he was placed under house arrest by his son when he was old.

In short, the love story is not as attractive to him as the photo attached to the article.

The photos of the Taj Mahal are taken at different times of the day. It looks like a masked beauty in the early morning mist. Under the clear sky and blue sky, it fully shows the purity of white marble. Lingbo Weibu changed from yellow to orange, and then to rose pink, and the last one appeared was the mysterious dark blue face under the moonlight at night.

The next few paragraphs of the article describe the architectural features of the Taj Mahal, including gem inlays, flower reliefs, lattice windows, and scripture carvings. For him, the description of these architectural features is the love story of Bisha Jahan and Baloo. More interestingly, the great works completed by more than 20 craftsmen are really attractive. Zhao Yimu imagined that he visited the marble mausoleum in the morning light, and silently endorsed the architectural features written in his mind, reviewing them one by one on the spot...

"Are you a navigator?" Accurate and accurate, lacking emotion

Nick对他的评语鬼使神差地在脑子里骤然蹦出，赵以沐顿了一下，从口袋里拿出那张写了车次时间的字条「12/16TrainNo.142111PM4:00SL18」

Although he just asked casually along the topic, it would be nice if we could go to Agra together. Unfortunately, Nick’s departure time is Thursday. Zhao Yimu never skipped class when he was a student, let alone skipped class. Asking for leave to go out to play, just arrived at this company, it is wise to maintain a hard-working image.

After breakfast, Zhao Yimu went out in a light suit. His hotel was located in a good location, next to a big park and some high-level shops. With the experience of wandering outside yesterday, he felt that India was not as good as it was written in the travel book. Horrible, he strolled around in a relaxed manner, still afraid to eat at the roadside stalls, but tried an Indian pastry shop, and was frightened by a piece of fudge that was so sweet that he had a toothache.

On the whole, after more than a week, he began to get used to the country.It’s not too much fun, but at least he doesn’t have to worry about everything. He gradually accepts Indian curry, and he can find pleasure in the bargains you come and go. He also considers staying for a few days after work. trip?

That night, he mentioned this idea when talking on the phone with Xiaopei, "Think about it, we haven't traveled abroad together yet, do you want to come here? India...is very special."

Xiaopei's light laughter came from the microphone, Zhao Yimu was a little embarrassed, as if finding someone to play in India was an unreasonable suggestion, Xiaopei laughed for a while before saying: "It seems that this is the first time you invited I'm going abroad to play, but don't worry, your new job is just on track, and we'll see where we go to Europe when we go on our honeymoon."

Zhao Yimu analyzed this passage with logical thinking. In short, there are three key points:

One is the loss of words, he finally thought of taking her abroad to play

The second is to remind him to focus on work first, and then think about marriage

The third is to hint to him that if she wants to go abroad to play, she wants to go to Europe instead of India

He understood, smiled and agreed to her, chatted a few more words and hung up the phone.

It seems that he had to go to the Taj Mahal himself after work.

When he went to work on Monday, Zhao Yimu returned to the elite mode of the workplace. The documents sent to the local government for review have not yet come down. He first listed the results of last week's work, wrote them in an email, and sent them to the supervisor, and brushed them in front of the boss. Keep your senses, so as not to be forgotten for too long.

Then he went to the merged company to discuss the order transfer procedures and tax laws with Raju. Raju is a very flexible person who can find loopholes in complex and rigorous regulations and make use of them. Raju's mantra is: "Why not?", As long as it can achieve the goal, it is a good method, and it is quite smooth in dealing with others. It can talk about favors to others as if others are doing him a favor. It is an extremely high-level social technique.

At noon, Raju showed this kind of social skills again. He obviously wanted to invite the customer to eat Chinese food, but verbally asked the customer to accompany him to the restaurant at noon for a teeth-beating festival. He would not dare to come to these top-notch restaurants if he hadn’t reported the public account, and the customer readily accepted it. Invitation, the atmosphere during the meeting was good, and Zhao Yimu also gave Zhao Yimu a lot of knowledge about local tax laws in India.

Everyone knows how to socialize, but there are not many people who are as natural and unhypocritical as Raju.

It was only after two o'clock in the afternoon when we left the restaurant. Raju was driving the car, and Zhao Yimu sat in the passenger seat, expressing his appreciation for Raju's superb communication skills without hesitation.

"No, no, it's nothing, we Indians like to pursue happiness." Raju smiled brightly after hearing his praise: "youhappy, Ihappy, everybodyhappy"

hapiness?In this crowded, chaotic country with a huge gap between rich and poor?

Zhao Yimu turned his head to look out of the car window, and suddenly realized something was wrong: "Aren't we going back to the company now?"

"I'm sleepy when I go back to the company after eating so full, let me go out for a walk." Raju reached out and touched his slightly protruding belly, and asked him casually, "Did you go somewhere to play during the weekend?"

Zhao Yimu simply replied that he went to the Jama Masjid and visited the market, and praised the beauty of the Muslim architecture.

When the car stopped in front of the Red Fort, a famous scenic spot in New Delhi, Zhao Yimu realized that this was another careful arrangement by Raju, and specially took him to visit the scenic spot. Raju parked the car and said to him: "You can't miss this city when you come to this city. I haven't been here for a long time, so I just reminisce."

Just like this, two people in suits walked around inside the Red Castle. Zhao Yimu peeked at Raju out of the corner of his eye. Raju looked so at ease, as if he was completely intoxicated in this historical attraction, rather than accompanying him on purpose.

"If you have a chance, you should go to the Taj Mahal and the Ganges, really. Seeing the Taj Mahal will reveal love, and visiting the Ganges will reveal life."

Zhao Yimu couldn't help turning his head to look at Raju.If these words were normal, he would definitely get goose bumps because they were too hypocritical, but Raju said it so smoothly and so plainly, it seemed to be from the bottom of his heart.

"Let's take a look after work!" Zhao Yimu recalled the note Nick gave him, and asked casually, "Do you always take the train to Agra?"

"You can take the train or the bus, and you will arrive in more than 3 hours. You are a foreigner, and it is easier to take the train." Raju suggested to him: "India train seats are divided into many classes. I will help you when the time comes." You order."

After visiting the Red Fort, it was past four o'clock in the afternoon. Raju drove him back to the hotel without asking any questions. It was still early and he had nothing to do when he entered the room. He was so busy that he didn't even have time to look out the window. Now he was wandering aimlessly in a suit, almost like an unemployed person.

Zhao Yimu bought an ice-cola and sat on a fairly clean bench watching the crowds, groups of young people, students laughing and playing, girls in improved sari, the climate of North India in December Pleasant, around 18 degrees at noon, and now the sun is westward and the temperature has dropped a little bit. It is very pleasant to sit and enjoy the cool breeze. He hasn’t been so leisurely for a long time. It’s the kind of leisure that has nothing to worry about. Distant like the last life.

When he talked with Xiaopei on the phone that night, he mentioned that he would go to the Taj Mahal by himself after work. He mentioned it before, and he didn’t know why he had to mention it again. Maybe it was because he subconsciously hoped that Xiaopei could accompany let him go.

Seeing the Taj Mahal will know love.

Zhao Yimu recalled what Raju said. It was rare to be romantic and wanted to go with his girlfriend, but it was not what people wanted. After hearing this, Xiaopei still replied with a smile: "When the time comes, you will take more photos. Show me, I heard the best photos are taken in the morning.”

"Of course, the tickets are not cheap. I have to get a photo that is worth the fare." Zhao Yimu lightly lifted the subject, somewhat disappointed. He forgot that Xiaopei is a playful girl who doesn't like to travel far. No special hobbies, regular life, Tang Qing is quite satisfied with this future wife candidate, probably because her mother is also such a person.

"Hey, my brother wants to talk to you." Xiaopei's voice brought him back to reality

"Well, are you with Zong Pei?" Zhao Yimu was a little surprised

"Today my elder brother and sister-in-law invited me to have dinner to celebrate." Xiaopei said

What are you celebrating? Before Zhao Yimu had time to ask, Lin Zongpei's loud voice came from the microphone: "Xiao Mu, are you okay there, are you vomiting from the curry?"

"It's alright, curry is not the only thing in India." Zhao Yimu pulled the microphone away a little: "What are you celebrating? Have you been promoted?"

"What's the promotion? Let me tell you, I'm going to be a father!" Lin Zongpei raised his voice a little bit

"Damn! My ears are broken by you!" Zhao Yimu scolded with a smile: "Congratulations! I have to invite you to have dinner with my sister-in-law when I go back."

"Hurry up, hurry up, marry my sister home and have a baby, and life will be complete." Just as Lin Zongpei finished speaking, Xiaopei snatched his mobile phone and said with a smile: "He was too happy and drank a few more Cup, ignore him, hang up first, we will talk tomorrow."

The hilarious noise from the phone suddenly disappeared, making the hotel room even more unbearably silent.Zhao Yimu pulled the quilt over his head and fell asleep.

Entering the office the next day, the case they sent to the Indian authorities for trial was still pending. The domestic supervisor knew that the situation was urgent, so he didn't say anything, and sent him a few cases that were also about investing in Indian companies. Although Zhao Yimu was a lawyer, Double majoring in accounting in university, and understanding the tax system and law at the same time is very helpful for cross-border mergers and acquisitions and investment cases. The supervisor encouraged him to take the accountant's license after returning to China, which is very helpful for his career.

But he just couldn't get motivated, and he didn't have any interest in accounting.

On Thursday, he was bored looking at the International Financial Processing Principles in the office. Raju went to the back of his seat and patted him, saying, "Go, accompany me to the client."

Same as Monday's pattern, go to the customer's side to discuss investment conditions and regulations, bank capital circulation restrictions, and then chat again after lunch. Zhao Yimu is now very accustomed to Indian English, and the chat is quite pleasant.

It was past three o'clock when we left the restaurant.

After getting in the car, Raju directly said that he didn't need to go back to the office, and asked him if he wanted to go back to the hotel?

Zhao Yimu was silent for a while, and said, "Can you drive me to the train station?"

Raju immediately said OK, without asking him why, he had to add by himself, "A friend is leaving for Agra today, to see if we can meet up."

This is only one of the reasons. Zhao Yimu wanted to say that if he met Nick, he would return the handkerchief to him, but mainly he wanted to see the New Delhi train station, and it would be better to see the interior of the train, so as to plan for his future journey alone.

On the road, there was a traffic accident in front of him and he was stuck for a while. When he arrived at the train station, it was only 10 minutes before [-]:[-] pm. Usually, people who want to take the train should be waiting on the platform at this time, probably not meeting Nick.But now that they were all here, he still walked to the station. On the way, N people stopped him and said that there were some things, but he ignored them. Raju had already warned him that there would be many brokers at the station. Just go ahead.

It is normal for the train station in the capital to be full of people, but it is quite spectacular that the entire hall is full of people lying on the ground. It is already four o'clock, so let's get on the train. Zhao Yimu probes to find the direction of the ticket gate, and wants to say at least take a look. What kind of Indian trains are there? I wonder if there are platform tickets for sale?

A lot of people were chaotically crowded at the ticket gates, with their chests pressed against their backs and shoulders. He wanted to turn around and leave after a squeeze, but he couldn't get away from the crowd pushing forward. I don't know who pushed him away. He almost threw his face on the back of the head of the person in front of him, but when he was about to start scolding, he suddenly found a familiar orange scarf hanging around the neck of the person in front of him.

"Nick?" Zhao Yimu called out

"Hey, my friend!" Nick turned his head and saw his eyes lit up, grinning and showing his neat white teeth: "Are you going with us? To Agra?"

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