Shiva

[Maya].

The plane was delayed for half an hour, and the temperature in Delhi was steaming. I dragged my luggage and wandered among the crowd, looking for the transfer station in a daze.

Near the afternoon, I stood between two khaki buses to make a choice and chose the right.

No one wants to line up obediently, I squeezed into the car with some difficulty, and a second later, someone took a seat next to me, silently.He only carries a travel bag, wears a light-colored plaid shirt, is clean, and has a straight Asian face.

I put my arms around my backpack and wanted to know if he was Chinese, but I was worried that it would be abrupt to do so, so I swallowed the words a few times.

Unable to hold back, I cautiously leaned towards him, "Excuse me, are you Chinese too?"

"Ah, yes." He smiled warmly at me.The sunlight illuminated half of his eyelashes.

There were still people pushing up near the car door, and I leaned comfortably on the back of the chair. It was great to meet fellow countrymen here.

"Are you coming to India on business, or..."

"It's summer vacation, come out to relax."

Only teachers have winter and summer vacations.

"You are a teacher." I concluded.

"Yeah." He nodded, then added, "It's the geography teacher."

Oh, geography teacher.

The geography teachers in my mind are all produced on the assembly line, with Mediterranean hairstyles, belt trousers, a bunch of keys hanging around their waists, a globe always on their desks, and the voice of the lectures makes people fall asleep.

"Obviously I'm not that kind of geography teacher." He winked at me, "but I do have a globe on my desk."

"It's amazing. When I was in school, my geography score was the worst." I sighed, "I don't know where the wind is blowing and the dense contour lines are so boring."

"Maybe you didn't meet me." He said slyly, "Some people study the distant starry sky, and some people study the ground under their feet. They are equally interesting."

He spoke slowly and gently, and I listened carefully, "I think you are a very good teacher."

The young teacher smiled, "Maybe."

He said his name was Shen Xu, Shen of Three Points of Water, and Xu of Suijiu.

"Mr. Shen." I said.

Shen Xu bent his eyes and smiled, "Everyone calls me that."

"There is a Jin in my name, you can call me Xiao Jin."

The bus turned, forming an odd angle with the sun, and the glare reflected off the scratched windows was dizzying.

"Mr. Shen, why do you want to come here?" I asked him suddenly.

"Because you are here."

I looked at him puzzled.

Shen Xu tapped the window with his fingertips, "You are sitting upside down."

I looked out in a panic, but had no idea where I was.

"No tourist will take this route. It's getting farther and farther away from New Delhi." Shen Xu retracted his long legs, bowed and left the seat, "Come with me."

I jumped out of the car with him with my bags in my hands, my nose was full of dust, I squinted my eyes under the scorching sun, and asked Shen Xu if he often came to India to play.

"Yes, many times." Shen Xu looked at me quietly, smiling inexplicably sadly.

He doesn't look like a bad guy, I feel like I'm really causing trouble to others, "I'm sorry, my sense of direction is so bad, I still can't tell the difference between east, west, north, and south, and the direction of turning is still up north and down south, uh, left and west Right East."

If there is no Shen Xu, I will be robbed of all my belongings in which street at night.

I thanked him.

Shen Xu turned his face, "It happens that I am also alone, otherwise, I will be your Xiang——"

The bell rang in confusion.

A line of Indian women with cinnabar foreheads and brass bells tied to their ankles collided with each other, spices pungent into the nostrils, yellow dust filled the road, orange and purple sari had no bones, and went loose in the air Swimming, the dancer blinked at me through the tapered gap, and then passed by, like a charming female leopard.

"Xiao Jin." He called me softly.

"Ok?"

"where do you live?"

I subconsciously reported a string of addresses.

Shen Xu shook his head, "When you go out alone, you should be more careful."

"But you are my guide!"

He was at a loss for words, as if he didn't expect me to agree so readily, "It's impossible...to relax our vigilance like this."

I thought he was right, so I retyped the address and said it again, "near Jal Vihar."

It’s too hot, a layer of greasy sweat emerges from the nostrils, and the air is twisted in the space close to the ground, but it seems that there is no difference between saying it is too hot in India and saying it is too cold in the Arctic.

Shen Xu leaned down and helped me pick up a soft bag, "Let's go, I'll take you there."

My attention was focused on the dancers just now, and I didn't notice a fiery red bouncer car parked nearby. At first glance, it seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Shen Xuren looks gentle and elegant, and his English accent is very soft, which sounds like singing. Even so, he can still mercilessly bargain in half and save me two hundred rupees.

He has such a good heart.

The luggage was tied to the roof of the car. The driver was a muscular and dark-skinned man. Sitting behind him, he could count the number of vertebrae. The road was so hot before, but Shen Xu didn't sweat much. He just raised his head slightly. He unbuttoned a few buttons with his slender pale fingers, and asked me why I suddenly wanted to come to India alone.

"Actually, the original plan was not like this." I said dejectedly, "I had an appointment with my boyfriend, but he let me go."

"Boyfriend." Shen Xu cast a knowing look, "I'll be your guide, won't your boyfriend mind?"

The road suddenly became bumpy, the driver screamed, and then the tire obviously ran over a deep ditch. The car sank and then bounced up. I was unprepared and hit a soft object without any injuries.

Only then did I realize that Shen Xu's hand was on the roof of the car one step earlier, keeping a very polite distance. The hit must have been very strong, but he just raised his eyebrows slightly, and said before I cared about him, it's okay, it doesn't matter .

The concentration of embarrassment was too high, I looked at him gratefully, waited for the phone to receive a few bars of signal, I opened the chat box, said that I had landed, and met a Chinese who had come to India many times and was now my guide .

male.

Very handsome, very careful.

I sent them separately on purpose, just to annoy my wooden boyfriend.

"If it were me, I would mind." Shen Xu looked down at his toes, "My beloved will go on a trip with another stranger, and I will be so jealous."

What he said was very strange, and I didn't know how to answer it. Maybe the seven or eight hours of flying had confused my judgment, and I couldn't tell whether it was right or not.

The hotel is nestled among white walls, raised square bricks and coniferous plants, our driver saw that it was a high-end hotel and desperately wanted to increase the price, insisting that he had said 250 rupees instead of 150, Shen Xu held steady "Naduli, Naduli" and entangled him, and that ferocious man with bones let us go.

I changed the room I booked with my boyfriend into a double bed. I wanted to bear the cost for Shen Xu as his reward for being a guide, but Shen Xu insisted on sharing it with me.

"Just make friends." He rolled up his sleeves in the tiled lobby, "Xiao Jin, room number?"

I went up to the winding second floor, turned my wrist and unlocked the door, and the ultra-high-saturation room immediately came into view, as if all the unsalable fabrics in India had been transported to decorate here.There are only two beds, which are pure white.

The color is not a holiday-like cheerful color, it is stuck in the deep red tone, and we step here, like stepping into a painting that is depressed and has a serious mental problem.

Putting down my luggage, I sent the photo I took today to my boyfriend: a plane wing, the clouds are blurred, but the focus is on the layered sky;

One is the figure of the group of Indian dancers, their limbs bent into an extremely exaggerated and tense posture, almost broken, but they have a sense of sacredness like stone carvings, as if they are offering sacrifices.

There is noise living in the colorful picture——

Bell, bell, bell.

I gazed at their towering headdresses and magical artifacts in their hands for a while, and then typed to ask if my boyfriend seemed to be here to seduce the soul.

He didn't reply, maybe because of the time difference - even though India and China are only two hours apart.

Scrolling up the chat history, my green chat box took up most of the screen, and I asked him what he had for dinner, did he have an evening study session today, when will he come back, and where is his accommodation in New Delhi.

And he, no matter what I said earlier, will always only answer the last sentence.

He said sorry Xiaojin, you can arrange it, okay?

Going forward, I complained that he was too indifferent, guessing if he was in a bad mood, and he replied with a series of unclear hahaha, saying no.

There are two characters for "mouth" in a ha, like the boring bubbles spit out by a boring fish.

He wasn't like this before.

So I often wondered what turned such a gentle and interesting person into a numb teaching tool.

"What's wrong? Your boyfriend, does he often ignore you?" Shen Xu looked at my phone screen as if reading his mind.

"He's busy." In front of outsiders, I still defended my boyfriend, and quietly adjusted the screen to an angle that Shen Xu would never see, "Maybe he's busy with student affairs."

In his heart, students are more important than me.

"Is your boyfriend also a teacher?" Shen Xu turned his back and unzipped his travel bag, with a casual tone.

"Yes. He is the head teacher of the liberal arts class, called—"

My brain is blank, and I can't find any traces about him. I use all my brain cells to think hard, digging deep into the ground, but whenever I feel like I'm about to figure it out, the blankness drags me back to a daze.

"I don't remember." I frowned in confusion, and an invisible force blocked every nerve in me to think of him, "I know it's strange to say this, but I really can't remember what his name is. "

Shen Xu's back froze in place.

If my boyfriend could message me more, I wouldn't be as embarrassed as I am now, and I wouldn't act like an emotional liar who can't even remember his boyfriend's name.

He is the real emotional liar who is also an expert pigeon breeder. I really can't figure out how anyone would be willing to give up pigeons even this time when he came to India.

However, he was clearly looking forward to it.I thought.