The plane passed the Yellow River and continued to fly southwest, and the monotonous yellowing in the north disappeared.But above the clouds, often the whole hour is filled with the same boring scene, the same chaos.I sat in a window seat and drank coffee.The cabin is showing a funny film, put rotten duck eggs in tulips, let passers-by smell it on the street, and hidden cameras capture different reactions of different people.The laughter in the earphones was deafening, but there was no induction in the cabin.The neighbor snores loudly with headphones on.I put away the earphones a long time ago, pulled down the window cover, closed my eyes and rested, and almost fell asleep.

Suddenly, the eyes were stretched open by a strange feeling, and a ray of blue light came through the window crack.I pushed up the window cover, and it turned out to be an endless one-color pure blue, inlaid among the boundless snow mountains. The vast world of snow mountains seems to be another planet.A strong light surged up, this pure blue and pure white, so beautiful that it was breathless, it directly tore my retina. I was startled, so I quickly sat up straight and greedily rushed to the glass window to look: this is Pamir!I think.The plane is flying over the top of the roof of the world, much like a reserved shark, gliding slowly against the rocky bottom.Seen from the air, the distant peak is arc-shaped and boundless, and it seems to be the place where Kunlun and Hindu Kush are knotted like two giant pythons.Kunlun Mountains is far more than 2500 kilometers, as if surrounding the whole earth.Looking down, looking at the deep valley between the mountains, I felt my body suddenly light, and my mind simply disappeared.For a split second, I felt like I had left the plane and was floating in the air.

I suddenly made a sudden effort, and quickly grabbed the handle of the seat.No wonder so many people in the world, who are not believers, go on a pilgrimage to India desperately, and have climbed these unreachable snow peaks. What is not sacred?No wonder Sophie would ask me to make this trip. Her exquisite face showed a smug smile at this moment, and said, "Look, look, you understand!" I have to thank her very much for this moment of out-of-body experience.I turned on the ultra-thin portable computer, clicked on the e-mail, and wrote to her.After writing two lines, I realized that the plane cannot access the Internet, and of course I cannot receive or send e-mails, so I had to give up and put it in the waiting list.When can I have such a lyrical interest?Our life has become as solid as a bar of brown chocolate.

A week ago Sophie called from Hong Kong and asked me to write a book about my trip to India.Her rules are vague: it can be like a biography, or it can be a piece of wind.When I say biography, isn’t it just travel notes? In recent years, there has been a craze in the publishing industry, inviting a group of writers to express their feelings on the Yellow River, to go to the three northeastern provinces to collect folk songs, and to trek in Tibet.It took me out of face to invite me, I'm not interested, I need inspiration to write a book, how to explain if the inspiration doesn't come?One novel in two years is enough for me, what's wrong with hiding at home and reading randomly for the rest of the time?I don't want to go crazy outside and co-write a set of custom-made books with a few people I have never dealt with. It's like participating in the filming of a "New Year's card". Others don't laugh, but I already feel too poor.

Sophie heard me ridicule a lot on the other end of the phone, and then said unhurriedly, "You go to India alone, it doesn't matter if you can't write it." Before I could speak, she said, "That country will eventually It warms up in the palm of your hand, it is a demon!" I have never heard of such a request for a draft, and I thought to myself: Devil?Becoming a Buddha and becoming a demon in one thought, and smiled slightly.She said, "Don't just laugh, you must help me with this. You write along the way, and the online series is updated every half a week. Our publications are published every issue, and the final book is also published by us."

Sophie is the executive deputy editor-in-chief of a newspaper and the CEO of the website. She is also involved in film and television. She can be regarded as a top media figure in Hong Kong and a famous strong woman.As soon as she told the truth, I listened carefully instead. It was not for profit, but listening to media people talk about art was particularly uncomfortable: not too layman, these smart people have much higher IQ than us literati, but people always feel that they are behind the scenes. Have something to say.Only by listening to them talk about "conditions" can one figure out the degree of sincerity.

Sophie said seriously, "Mainland publishing houses usually only pay 30,000 RMB in advance, and the most is 50,000 RMB. We will pay you 20,000 US dollars in advance for travel expenses. The manuscript fee will be paid every time it is published, and each word is one Hong Kong dollar. , how about it?" She added: "Well-known writer!" "Stop raving about it! There are so many big-name writers, why should I do it!" I asked back.But my heart moved a little, not because of the temptation of money, but because of Sophie's determination to let me go, and her willingness to pay such a price.I am not an extraordinary person, and besides, there is an advance payment and a manuscript fee, so I have to support myself.I'm not arrogant, and I don't have to be arrogant.I knew in my heart that I couldn't resist this temptation, so I still refused to accept it.

Her voice on the other end of the phone became sweeter: "If Ananda was in India, would you go find him?" When I was talking with Sophie, when I mentioned Ananda, the atmosphere changed immediately.It seems that Sophie was really in a hurry, and she had no time to bargain, so she showed her trump card.I didn't know what to say right away. Sophie guessed what I was thinking: "You are the pinnacle of arrogance. You are interested in whoever is not interested in you. Ananda is another name for arrogance. I only want to see people who are arrogant to him. You two don't want to compete. This vigor?"

I faltered and murmured in my heart, I understood, so this aunt wanted me to follow up and interview Ananda, no wonder she said that the book was written like a "biography", I thought she was wrong.Ananda was the object of my admiration fifteen or sixteen years ago, when I was young, Ananda was a rock star who was "the number one among other people".After being famous in mainland China, he became popular in Hong Kong, Japan and Southeast Asia. When he was popular, he suddenly disappeared from the art scene.I have never had the chance to know this strange person, but since I met Sophie and became good friends, I have heard a lot about this person.She is a fan of Ananda, and she was the first person interviewed by the Hong Kong media to interview Ananda. The implication is that she is the discoverer of this genius, and even the creator of the myth of Ananda.

I said, "Good Sophie, don't say any more. I'll see if other things make way, and I'll give you an answer in half a day." "Okay. I'll leave you this line free. I'll wait for your answer." Within an hour, I called and said I agreed and I could leave the next day.I heard Sophie smiling smugly over there. "I know you are a straightforward person, just like me." She asked me to go to the airport the next morning to pick up the ticket and leave. The ticket had already been booked under my name, and it was OPEN first class on the return flight.This Sophie had already guessed that I would not only agree, but also leave everything behind and leave immediately!I was so impressed that I wanted to put down the phone immediately, lest she guess what I was thinking from this thin phone line.

"Don't worry".Sophie changed the subject: "Don't put down the phone, let's chat with the sisters: I am happy at the moment. You used to write short stories about history that lacked the electric waves that hit me. You can let a thousand souls join your novels. Vibration, but it's useless to me. I only hear the sound of wind blowing outside the room, like time is speeding on the track." "What is Ananda doing in India now?" I interrupted her rudely.The media boss talked about art again, and the language was gaudy, as if he deliberately made fun of us who eat words, and kept reminding me that the easiest thing in the world is to be a literati, a writer and a poet?Just a lazy bastard. "It's not important." "Then what am I going to do?" "The peacocks there are eager to spread their wings with you. Wash your ears and listen to the peacock's cry. With passion, your pen will blossom and blossom." Sophie hit me right.Not going to India to write a book she wanted would not seem to be able to stop her mocking me.I have no reason to refuse. So, today I flew over the Pamirs, literally out of the blue. Although I had fantasies that one day I would be able to go to India.After counting, this dream happened more than ten years ago, and it should be twenty-five years ago.The word India is better than Java.When I read the sentence "Three souls and six souls, fly to Java early" from the book for the first time, I was really fascinated.Java has been the farthest place in the world.As for India, it is not enough just to have the soul out of the body, but also to have the tenacity and perseverance to pursue it. That is where Xuanzang went.Twenty-five years ago, when I was a girl of thirteen or fourteen, I finished reading it one day. I looked for it on the world map at school, but I couldn’t find it. The big place, as soon as I let go, it magically flew into my heart like a big carpet. At that time, I was still the youngest daughter of a poor family, worrying all day long that the new semester was coming soon, what method should I use, crying, making noise, or asking the Kitchen God for help to get the tuition fee.It was so bright that morning, I jumped out of the bed and ran to wait in line for food, but the food ticket I was holding was blown away by the wind, so I had to look for it along the wind in surprise. If there is no food ticket, there is no food, and if there is no food, I use it Rice with soy sauce.Soy sauce is also expensive, what should I do?Yesterday, the whole family was counting food tickets, bean tickets, oil tickets, food tickets and coal tickets under the dim light, as happy as tens of thousands of wealth.I forgot the name of the country: two words with mystical tones, less of a soul journey. Later, when I left home alone and went out, I turned a piece of paper into bitterness. In order to survive, from the very beginning, I wrote some subjects I didn’t like against my will: writing became labor, boring and tiring, and sometimes the things I wrote It's disgusting to see.In those years, it was natural to forget India. Occasionally, when I recalled the people and things in my life, I would feel that I had lost something: some of these things I could not understand.One of these unclear things must be India. The plane is as smooth as I sit at my desk every day!I don't have to tap the computer, I write with my brain, and I like writing without writing it down, which is the most adventurous writing.Outside the plane window is the snowy field, too white to be stained by any ink and words, and looking at the sea of ​​clouds, wave after wave brushing against my skirt, it has begun to look a bit gentle.As soon as I changed my three-point reluctance before boarding the plane, I began to find reasons to convince myself: India is a topic that I am interested in.At least I wasn't forced to travel this time, not entirely because Sophie is my good friend.The person she was looking for happened to be the person I had always wanted to meet. It just so happened.Besides, writing for friends is much more enjoyable than writing for a living. The stewardess walks by and takes the coffee cup.Suddenly the white snow disappeared, and immediately the blue sky also disappeared.The plane passed Pamir, and then entered a sea of ​​clouds. I thought India was below, and the temperature and humidity had already turned into a layer of clouds.Those lands of plains and rivers suddenly became far away, leaving only a country shrouded in mist in my heart.I cheered up, thinking about it, I was flying to India, this mysterious neighbor that the Chinese seldom visit. I just looked around, there are black skinned people, white skinned people, but there are not many yellow skinned people.I can't tell the truth from the appearance of foreigners, but I can tell that compatriots are either businessmen or officials with a glance.Businessmen speak loudly, and their clothes look casual, all of the most expensive brand names; officials are dressed in neat suits and leather shoes, as if drawn with a ruler, silence is golden, and they are intentionally unpredictable. Arrived at Delhi Indira Gandhi Airport on time at 5:45 p.m. The airport facilities are not bad, the equipment is shiny silver, and the ground is smooth. The cleaner kneels to wipe the ground, and there is a person standing behind him, with his hands folded in front of his chest, his gaze Jiongjiong, the golden spikes on the uniform.I understand it's the overseer.After passing customs, I dragged all my luggage: a suitcase on wheels, and soon arrived at the departure hall. There is a 24-hour national bank. The information I got when applying for a visa said that it should be used at the only bank at the airport. Exchange dollars for rupees.When queuing up, I saw that the ratio of US dollar to rupee was 1:45, so I decided to exchange 200 US dollars first.After putting all the portraits of Gandhi away, as soon as I reached the exit, several men enthusiastically embraced me and surrounded me: "Ma'am, do you want a car?" "We have cheap and comfortable hotels, and you will be satisfied." I said "I'm sorry" and squeezed out.It was already dark, and some friends had warned me that it would be safe to ask the police to call a taxi.Sure enough, as soon as I saw me walking towards the police ten paces away, the group of people around me dispersed reluctantly, still yelling, and went to solicit business from other customers.Looks like my homework on this trip worked. The taxi took me to the Empire Hotel on Jampas Road in the center of the city, as promised in a letter from Sophie.Although I was extremely tired in the car, I was excited when I arrived at the hotel: the room was clean and spacious, and the bed was so comfortable, it seemed that the best craftsmen in India made mattresses.There are fine gauze mosquito nets, and there are no mosquitoes at all, which is supposed to increase the romantic atmosphere.There are also hot and cold air conditioners and hot water, elegant and exquisite layout, antique silverware, tables and cabinets. I sat on the edge of the bed, wanting to lie down and sleep, but I couldn't, and I had something to do.After eating on the plane, I didn’t feel hungry. I took out the computer, plugged in the phone line, added an Internet connection in New Delhi, completed the whole process in less than ten minutes, and sent an e-mail to Sophie.I told her I was in Delhi and thanked her for booking this hotel for me, but I couldn't read the Indian newspapers in the hotel. After sending this letter, I received an e-mail from Sophie five minutes later: Miss, come to my chat room.I clicked on the URL she gave and went up.Hello, Sophie told me: "You're welcome, this hotel offers a special price of 300 dollars a night, a little meaning: I pay for the hotel fee in New Delhi." She knew that I hated vulgarity the most, so why did she let me live in such a five-star hotel?She often said that in Hong Kong, what kind of hotel to stay in shows what grade is the philistine attitude she hates the most, why do she do the thing she hates the most now? "Long live! Why are five-star hotels here as expensive as Paris, New York, and London?" "The highest consumer price is about the same in the world. Enjoy it and make you fall in love with Delhi." "The sun is too dazzling during the day, and I don't know where it is. At this time, there is only the moon, and it is difficult to find a foreign land and go astray. Where do I go? I hope you will hear Gaoming." "An enlightened person can see clarity, but he can also know ignorance. A fool does not know difficulties, nor does he know that there are no difficulties." "You are always good at hypnosis, I fell asleep." "Smart. Please take off your clothes and take a bath. The water in the hotel is very fragrant." I save her chat room in my favorites box so that it will be faster next time, so I turn off the computer, put on my beautiful silk slippers, and walk around the room.Sophie didn't pick up on me and didn't want to tell me anything.She meant to tell me something, but suddenly changed her mind, at least not tonight. Well, forget about this ghost Ananda, maybe he is not here at all. If it's right in my arms, then I will be very relaxed, take a good look at the country, and have fun.Walk along the sacred places related to Buddha, first to Sarnath, then to Savatthi City and Lumbini Garden, and finally to Nalanda University along Kusinara, and then to Calcutta, and then go back home. All the trains go through this route, and it will take fifteen or seventeen days in total.Also, although Yagda is not a holy place of Buddhism, the Taj Mahal is here, so come by the way, and don't be disrespectful to Taj.In this way, you don't have to worry about not being able to write a travel note full of historical interest, but you can do it. I yawned, took off my sweat-smelling clothes, pushed the bathroom away, and was startled: the bathroom was almost as big as a double room, and the bathtub was also big, surrounded by shiny mirrors on three sides, with soft and charming lighting, As if I was showering in a hall, I stared at myself, embarrassed. Put the water, I got into the water.The water is really fragrant and very fresh, which is different from the perfume sprayed in ordinary hotel rooms.I wondered in my heart, and I didn't understand how Sophie knew that there was a "fragrant soup bath" here.The five stars here are different after all.I look like a corrupt man dragged down by Sophie.