together for a moment

The rhythmic swaying of the train is similar to the cradle. Zhao Yimu felt that he just squinted his eyes and fell into the endless abyss. He didn't wake up until a magnetic low-to-medium voice called "Owen" in his ear. .

"Are you there?" He rubbed his eyes and asked hoarsely.

"Another 10 minutes, today is not bad, only one hour delay," Nick took out a coat from his backpack and put it on, glanced at him, and said with a smile, "You seem to be a very alert person, why do you fall asleep? Unsuspecting, sleeping soundly and soundly like a child."

"Who is worried about falling asleep?" Zhao Yimu laughed, "You didn't sleep all the way?"

"Well, I chatted with Anuj all the way. His family opened a restaurant near the Taj Mahal. You can watch the World Heritage Site and eat with food. Isn't it awesome?" Nick turned around and yawned: "I'll be there later Then the three of us took a tuk-tuk into town and then he came home and we had to find out where to sleep tonight."

"You didn't book a room?" Zhao Yimu was stunned and shouted.

"I don't make a plan for my trip. How long I want to stay depends on my mood. How do I book a room?" Nick smiled, "But don't worry, there are definitely many accommodation options in this world-class tourist attraction."

It seems that today I can still experience the experience of looking for a hotel all over the street for the first time. Zhao Yimu frowned. He doesn't like this feeling of uncertainty, but seeing Nick's attitude of carrying it on his shoulders without shocking the sky, and It eased his uneasiness a little.

He's a planner who likes to keep everything in his hands.

Maybe it has something to do with his mother Tang Qing who raised him alone.

When Zhao Yimu was just in primary school, his parents divorced, and there was no fight or quarrel in his impression, but one day when his father didn't come home for dinner, Tang Qing looked dignified at the dinner table and didn't say a word. He didn't dare to ask more questions until before going to bed that day , when his mother covered him with the quilt, he asked why Dad didn't come back?

"He doesn't want this home anymore."

After talking about all the entanglements in seven words, he never saw his father again.

Tang Qing has seldom smiled since that day. Except for going to work to buy vegetables, she hardly goes out. When he went to talent and tutoring, she made a study schedule for him every week. It was very rigorous, and even the time for eating and bathing was included. Smiled and said: Good boy.

This is how he began to like planning.

When to study and when to play, what time to get up in a day and what to do, he immediately drew a timetable and made an appointment for the future.

Didn't expect the plan to be as crazy as him, and one day he would be reduced to finding a place to stay on the street until nightfall?Zhao Yimu himself thought it was funny.

The train slowed down and slowly slid into the station. Before it stopped, all the people in the car were ready to get off the train. The dimly lit platform looked like a faded old movie scene. The platform was crowded with people , He and Nick, two foreigners, are undoubtedly the focus of the driver's solicitation. As soon as they walked out of the station, they were surrounded by groups, and asked where they lived today?Do you want to take a car?

"Does this happen every time you get off the car?" Zhao Yimu subconsciously hugged the briefcase to his chest.

"Basically, this is a good opportunity to slaughter tourists," Nick said calmly in the face of the siege, "but today there is Anuj, let him call the car!"

With the locals, everything was much smoother. It didn't take long for Anuj to call a tuk-tuk at a cheap price. The three big boys sat on it with their arms touching their thighs, and the car drove all the way to the city in the dark.

It seemed to be colder tonight, with the cool wind brought by the speed of the car rushing straight to his forehead, Zhao Yimu's nose inevitably itched, and he sneezed several times in succession.

"Is it cold?" Nick asked.

"It's okay, it will be like this when you encounter cold air, and your nose is allergic." Zhao Yimu finished this sentence in three sneezes.

The next second, his neck suddenly felt warm. Nick untied his scarf and hung it around his neck, saying, "Wrap it around, it will be better if you cover your mouth and nose."

"Hey, thank you." Zhao Yimu sneezed again, he pulled up the scarf to cover his mouth and nose, it was very warm, and he could smell the faint scent of chamomile.

The urban area is not far from the station, within half an hour's drive, they got off in front of the restaurant opened by Anuj's house, it was too early to talk too much, Anuj asked them to come to his house for dinner tomorrow night, he took Nick's hand Arm, had to hear Nick say yes before letting them go.

"Anuj said that there are several hotels on this street, let's take a look at them one by one?" Nick zipped his coat to the top, turned to ask for his opinion, "What do you want from the hotel?"

"..." Zhao Yimu thought for a while and said, "It's good to be clean and comfortable."

"Well, this condition is both simple and difficult," Nick smiled: "After I came to India, I found that the so-called cleanliness and comfort are relative."

"How to say?" Zhao Yimu asked.

"You'll find out later."

In the first hotel they saw, the reception area was quite simple and clean, with almost no furnishings or decorations. The boss sat behind the counter and stared at a small TV. He was reluctant to take his eyes off the screen when the guests came, and said something : "Now there is only one double room with one big bed, 800 rupees."

This kind of hotel has such a high occupancy rate?Could it be that there are only five rooms in all, Zhao Yimu thought.

"Can I see the room?" Nick asked.

The boss gave them a blank look, and reluctantly took the key to open the room to show them. The interior of the room was also very simple, with a clean big bed, a small table and two chairs, all gone.

Zhao Yimu opened the bathroom door and peeked in. There was no bathtub, curtain or even a mirror. In less than six square meters, there was only a shower head, a toilet and a small sink.

Would anyone live in such a simple hotel?

"How do you feel?" Nick asked him.

Zhao Yimu didn't answer, and returned the question to him: "What do you think?"

"Otherwise, how many more companies should I look at?" Nick told the boss that they had to think about it again, and he was stared at for the second time.

As soon as he walked into the second room, he was attacked by a musty smell. Zhao Yimu deducted 800 points in his heart first. Sure enough, when he saw the room was cold and dark, it was also [-] rupees. When they met their eyes, they knew that the other party did not want to live here either.

The appearance of the third room looks decent, but there are some strange decorations in the hall and red lights, and the rest of the vacant rooms have no external windows, and there are large pieces of dirt on the floor that cannot be ignored. quite expensive.

"Looking for another one?" Nick asked him as they walked out of the third hotel.

Zhao Yimu suddenly understood what it was like to pick three out of a pile of rotten apples, and finally understood why cleanliness and comfort are relative.

He rubbed his face, a little tired.

"What about you? Which of these three rooms do you want to live in?" Zhao Yimu asked

"Me? I basically have a place to lie down," Nick smiled, with a little tiredness on his face, "You decide."

In the end, they went back to the one they looked at first, and the boss hooked his lips slightly mockingly, asking them to settle the expenses first.

"Can it be cheaper if you stay for three consecutive days?" Nick asked the boss in English, and the boss said No without looking up.

"Do you want to stay in this place for three consecutive days?" Zhao Yimu was a little surprised.

"Actually, this hotel is not bad, at least the environment is clean," Nick said, "It's just that the cost is a bit expensive. After you return to Delhi on Sunday, I will find a multi-person room and rent a bed to make do with it."

"Multiple rooms?" Zhao Yimu asked.

"That's right, a four-person room or a six-person room, renting a bed costs more than 100 yuan a day, and backpackers who want to save money will live there." Nick said.

Zhao Yimu understood that Nick was cooperating with him to live in this kind of standard room that might exceed the budget.He was silent for a while, his eyes changed, he cleared his throat and began to bargain with the boss.

It took a total of 10 minutes to go from 2400 to 1800 in three days.

"Brother Owen, you are so handsome when you bargain!" Nick took the key ring from the boss, hooked it on his index finger, and twirled it, teasing him with a choked throat.

"Brother Owen wants to ask you to lend him a change of clothes, otherwise he will have to choose to sleep in his shirt or naked/naked today!" Zhao Yimu walked to the room, after a day of tossing, he desperately wanted to take a bath.

"Then sleep naked/naked!" Nick hooked his shoulder from behind and whispered in his ear.

Zhao Yimu was taken aback by this sudden movement, and later decided it was a joke, so he squinted at the person holding his shoulder and said, "Do you have this habit?"

"What do you think?" Nick smiled happily, let go of his shoulders, and opened the door with the key, "Otherwise I'll be naked with you."

"Don't make trouble!" Zhao Yimu put away his smile and said seriously, "I can buy clothes with you."

When Nick heard this, he immediately lost interest, and he sighed exaggeratedly, "I'll borrow you, borrow you, borrow you, you're so boring."

After entering the room, Nick threw the big backpack on the ground casually, fished and dug inside, and found out a pair of disposable underwear/pants, a set of long-sleeved long-sleeved long johns and a bath bag for him.

"The bathroom has a shower but no curtains, so the clothes will get wet when you bring them in, so change them when you come out," Nick said.

"Yeah." Zhao Yimu thought for a while, and simply took off all the clothes and pants he was wearing outside, leaving only a pair of underwear to enter.

bathroom.

"Brother Owen has such a good figure." Nick joked him again.

"I'll see if you are in good shape later." Zhao Yimu also replied to him before closing the bathroom door.

In fact, it's quite amazing when you think about it carefully, he is not familiar with this Nick at all, he is only a little more familiar with a stranger, but they travel together by accident, live in the same room, and now they have to share the same bed wearing his clothes, and this It's something that people who know each other very well will do, right?

When the hot water rushed down from the top of his head, Zhao Yimu felt that the pores of his body were relaxed. He breathed a long sigh of relief, opened the shower gel and wiped it on his body. The scent of chamomile, no wonder Nick's scarf also smelled like this.

After less than 5 minutes of enjoying the pleasure of taking a hot shower, the water temperature dropped suddenly and the water volume also decreased. He adjusted it a few times to no avail, and ended up sloppy with a random shower.

When he came out in a pair of underwear, Nick was talking on the phone with some impatient tone.

"Brother, don't treat me like a child anymore...I want to go back...That's my family's business...Leave it alone, please?" Nick sighed, frowned and cut off the phone .

"Your family?" Zhao Yimu thinks that this kind of impatient tone is usually only for family members.

"No, it's my god-brother. He grew up with me. He loves to meddle with me. He calls me twice in three days." Nick took off his clothes and kicked off his trousers naturally and generously. He bent over and rummaged through the backpack with only a pair of underwear on. look for.

Nick's stature is about the same as him, about 1.8 meters, but his figure is thin, but because of his long frame, wide shoulders and narrow waist, he doesn't look thin.

What surprised Zhao Yimu a little was that Nick's skin is quite good. The light honey-colored smooth back does not even have a mole or a single acne scar. It is clean and delicate, like a sand dune that no one has ever set foot on. From time to time, the shallow waist has bumps and ups and downs, showing the firmness and toughness of a young boy.

So that's what people call "little fresh meat", Zhao Yimu thought.

When Nick turned around, he looked away, just when the phone rang, it was Xiaopei calling.

Zhao Yimu stood by the window and picked up the phone. He didn't intend to tell Xiaopei about this episode of skipping work. He wentssiped as usual, asked if the weather in China was cold, and if anything happened. Well out of the shower.

"I'm tired today, let's not chat for now, you go to bed early too, good night." Zhao Yimu closed the line.

"Guess from this gentle tone...it must be talking to my wife." Nick put on short-sleeved shorts, rubbed his hair with a towel, and then jumped on the bed and tucked into the blanket.

"It's my girlfriend, I'm not married yet." Zhao Yimu lifted the other end of the blanket and lay down.

"Really? I thought you were married." Nick lay on his side and looked at him with his head on his hands.

"How to say?"

"You have a kind of conservative stability that only married people have." Nick blinked and said sincerely.

"That's because of my personality, and it has nothing to do with whether I'm married or not." Zhao Yimu noticed that his fine and long eyelashes fluttered with his blinking movements, and thought to himself that this kid is really good-looking. Apart from his good appearance and good temperament, he also gives people a kind It's a very pure and positive feeling. It should be the kind of child who has a good life and has never suffered, but travels in a very economical way.

"How long have you been traveling in India like this?" Zhao Yimu asked him.

"It didn't take long, more than a month. I stayed in South India for nearly three months because of other things, and I started traveling after the things were over." Nick rolled over and lay flat.

"When is the expected travel time?" Zhao Yimu asked again.

Nick didn't answer, just stared at the ceiling with empty eyes, and after a while he said, "I don't know, I always want to go home."

What's the meaning?Zhao Yimu was confused, and when he wanted to ask more questions, Nick said, "Turn off the lights, get up early tomorrow to see the Taj Mahal in the morning light."

"Well," Zhao Yimu turned off the light and hid in the blanket in the dark, and accidentally touched Nick's arm, startled by his cold body temperature, "What's wrong with you, are you cold?"

"I just took a shower without hot water. It was so cold." Nick's voice trembled.

"Why wash without hot water? Then you still wear short-sleeved shorts?" Zhao Yimu said.

"It's like this in hotels at this price. The hot water supply is not stable. I'm used to it. Also, the only set of long-sleeved pajamas is wearing brother Owen." Nick explained wearily.

"...I'll change it with you, you wear long sleeves." Zhao Yimu suddenly felt very embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it, go to sleep! I'm so tired..." Nick's voice was cohesive, low and magnetic.

"Then...you get closer, it's warmer." Zhao Yimu suggested in a low voice.

"…Um"

The next second he felt Nick approaching with the scent of chamomile body wash, and the back of his hand even touched Nick's...thigh maybe?The darkness magnified the senses of the five bodies, and he keenly felt that the skin was very smooth and tender...

Alas, he must have been away from his girlfriend for too long to think about it, he closed his eyes to adjust his breathing, and fell into a deep sleep.

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