Chapter 15 14. Cycling through the world under the snow

At dawn the next day, the first thing I did was to rush to the front desk, grab KC and yell heartbreakingly: "You! No! Yes! Say! 24! Small! Hour! Both! In !?!" KC asked back with a hippie smile: "Did you come looking for me?" "There was a power outage last night. Do you know how scared I was? There was no one there. I yelled for a long time, but I couldn't even hear a cough." KC poured me a glass of orange water, and put on a coaxing posture: "What are you afraid of? It's already twelve o'clock, the birds are going to sleep, the elephants are going to sleep, everyone is going to sleep, what are you doing with the lights on?"

"That's right! Speaking of elephants, why didn't you tell me that there are elephants in the hotel? I was scared to death last night." "Have you met Bagali already? I want to give you a surprise today. Come on, I'll let Bagali take you to take a shower." KC patted my shoulder and signaled me to go out with him. I saw this baby elephant named Bagali during the day, and thought it looked more lovely than at night. I rode it through the field outside the hotel, came to the river, walked into the river, and the river was very shallow. , the river bed was thick with mud. At first, Bagali sucked up the water with his nose and sprinkled it gracefully on me, but soon, the child became excited, twisted up recklessly, and wanted to lie down from time to time. After entering the water, I was sitting on its back, holding on to the rope tightly to prevent myself from being thrown out. Before I knew it, I was playing with mud all over my body, screaming and screaming.

Every time a baby elephant pokes it into the water and comes out wrapped in mud, KC standing on the shore and other tourists basking in the sun will applaud. I feel tragically that I should not pay for this project, it should be on the shore. The guy rewarded me with two bucks. After Bagali had a good time, he carried me, covered in mud, all the way back to the hotel proudly. As soon as he wandered to the hotel entrance, he saw a tourist bus parked in the yard. On the lawn at the entrance of the front desk, there are new guests waiting to check in: eight or nine Indians, old and young, like a big family outing, the men are wearing gray and white Dacron sweaters, the women are wearing saris, The little boy was wearing suspenders and sitting cross-legged on the lawn. After seeing an elephant rushing in suddenly, the two children got up from the grass and looked with their mouths open.

Don't be afraid of blackouts tonight!I thought happily, sitting on the back of the elephant, I excitedly greeted this big family: "Hi!" As a result, the hot face was pressed against the cold butt, and the whole family stared at me blankly for a while, ignoring me. One of the Indian women even dragged the two children to her side, with somewhat defensive eyes. I put back the smile on my face, rode the elephant awkwardly and walked forward. When I got to the lawn, KC took me off the elephant's back. I was about to go back to my room to take a shower, when there was a roar of a sports car behind me, from far to near, suddenly sounded in this remote mountain, and then there was a fart-like sound of the engine, and the sports car stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

KC and I moved closer to the door, trying to see who was coming. Two Nepalese people got out of the car first, one was the driver, and the other was carrying a box. The box looked familiar. They stepped into the hotel and looked around. KC rushed forward and hugged and rubbed his shoulders. The three of them squeezed together, forming a romantic scene. Behind this scene, a leg stepped out of the convertible sports car, and then a person jumped out, picking his ears while walking, and the sunglasses were covered with a layer of dust. I have read it in the travel book before I came here. Nepal is such a big place with only a few scenic spots. The route that tourists often take is basically Kadu-Chitwan-Pokhara, so the travel book still has Having said that, Nepal is the most suitable country for an affair. The girl you didn't have time to strike up a conversation with at the last scenic spot will have a lot of opportunities to meet again later.

But the travel book did not say that in this place of Nepal, good or bad encounters are easy to continue. Wang Can patted the ashes on his body, walked in with a wry expression, looked at me while taking off his sunglasses, glanced from top to bottom, and said, "Hey, you are so beautiful." I looked down at the mud on my body, and just about to turn around to leave, Wang Can pointed to the sports car parked at the door: "How about it? Mercedes-Benz 107, classic model, I can rent this kind of car in Nepal." I looked at the classic car at the door: "It's good, it suits you."

"Really?" Wang Can shook a chicken coop, stepped on the chair next to him, and pretended to have a long chat. He didn't seem to remember the riot at the Goddess Temple in Kadu two days ago. up. "It's hard to find this kind of car in China. If you want to say that a convertible car is good for mountain roads, it's really transparent to drive..." I interrupted Wang Can impatiently: "Hey, do we need to chat? I'm going back to take a shower." "Then who should I talk to? I'm holding back all the way. Is there anyone in this hotel who can speak Chinese?" Wang Can answered me with a straight eyebrow.

"Is your brain also open-topped, and it disperses when the wind blows? Two days ago, you dismantled me in front of so many people, forgot?" "Cheng Tianshuang, don't you hold grudges too much? You have such a heavy heart, I'm sorry for your name." I swallowed my breath, stared at Wang Can, and pointed at him: "Don't talk to me again, I have a sense of national pride, even if I stand too close to you, I feel that I am embarrassing for China. " As soon as I finished speaking, because the expression was too hard, a piece of mud on my face dried out and formed a hard lump, which fell between Wang Can and me.

I turned around and walked to the room, the mud clods fell all the way with the swing of my body, Wang Can stood behind me, and said in a moderate voice: "It's shed!" Rushing into the room, I slam the door hard to show that I heard it. In the afternoon, KC helped all the guests of our hotel arrange an elephant ride through the rainforest. It is said that they can also see Bengal tigers. Each hotel guest forms a group. Each elephant takes four people, and there is a elephant on its back A small fence surrounded by wood, four people are stuffed inside, there is very little room to move, and there is no room to turn around. Wang Can and I are like men and women in North and South Korea, we do not recognize each other, consciously Two elephants sat separately, squeezed in a group of Indians.

At the beginning of the journey through the rainforest, everyone was very fresh, taking pictures around with their cameras, waiting for the appearance of the Bengal tiger, but half an hour later, everyone gradually lost their strength, and the speed of the elephant herd was simply sighing three times at a step , the footsteps were very deep, the sun shines through the rainforest, directly on the top of our heads, except for the spectacle of a rhinoceros standing alone in a daze when passing through the swamp, which attracted dozens of people holding cameras to watch, there was no other sight. What is worth screaming about? In the following process, I spent most of my time avoiding the spider webs on the trees, and a small part of my time was spent observing how the thick black eyeliner was stained in two by the sweat of the Indian lady sitting opposite me. Dollops of poached eggs.

Two hours later, we finished our trip through the rainforest and returned to the hotel with our bumpy buttocks. When we asked KC why the Bengal tiger didn’t show up, KC gave us a foreign answer with a smile: the Bengal tiger has a bad temper. So it's not a good time to make an appointment. After dinner in the evening, I didn't sleep well last night. Today, I was exhausted and fell on the bed after a day of fighting with elephants. I simply turned off the light, so as not to wake up when the power went out. One should worry about things that come and go - the electricity in Nepal was an epiphany for me. But halfway through my sleep, I still woke up, because I was woken up. There was singing and laughing outside the door, which was as lively as a temple fair. I checked my phone, and it was already eleven o'clock. I stood on the balcony, looked out sleepily, and found the source of the sound: in the swimming pool, there was a large Indian family of eight or nine people, huddled in the pool, and the women were wearing ugly swimsuits, holding hands in the water. Singing songs, men and children are shirtless and wearing briefs, jumping up and down with water splashes, and roaring along with them from time to time. There are a bunch of beer bottles stacked by the pool. It's so joyful... Looking at these lively figures, these swarthy bodies jumping in the water - what appeared in front of me was a place similar to an eel farm. I couldn't bear to interrupt the joy in front of me, but I really needed to sleep, so with a humble smile on my face, I shouted from a distance: "Excuse me?" Nobody answered me, I yelled again: "Excuse me? Hello?" The singing stopped temporarily, and the whole family looked at me. "That...it's a little noisy, can you please keep your voice down? Just a little bit." Everyone was silent, but they didn't respond to me. There were only bunches of gazes cast on me. Those gazes were the same as when they greeted me at noon. They were a bit chilling, and they completely refused to communicate with me. I smiled uncontrollably again, then stared at me and said, "Thank you... have fun." Then I turned and walked back to the room, breathing a sigh of relief. But less than two seconds after closing the door, laughter and laughter continued, the decibels were a little higher than before, and the meaning of clamor was very pure. I got a little angry, opened the door, rushed to the balcony, and shouted: "Hey! Keep your voice down, please... (Hey! Please keep your voice down!)" "Shut up! Chinese! (Shut up! Chinese!)" The big Indian brother who seemed to have drunk the most, got up from the water drunk and interrupted me with a yell. I froze and didn't move. After all, English is not my mother tongue. Even if I could see that I was scolding me, I had to convert it into Chinese first in my mind. See if I didn't walk away. He leaned out halfway and yelled at me again: "Go back to your room! Stupid Chinese! (Go back to your room! Stupid Chinese!)" Now, I really don't know what to do. The first time I went abroad, the traits of the turtle were completely exposed, because when I was in China, no matter how much I quarreled with others, no one would point at me and scold me, "You dead Chinese!" . When a half-naked Indian asked me to go back to the room, I realized that I still have such a thing as patriotism. I wanted to go back to the room quickly, comforting myself that I couldn't afford to be provoked, and I wanted to rush up a few steps to kill this black man. Huo's head fell into the water, and when he was in a dilemma, the two little boys in the pool started pointing their butts at me, shaking left and right, and yelled together: "Stupid Chinese! Stupid Chinese!" I began to search in my mind how to say "India Asan" in English, but I found that there was no such phrase at all. When my heart was overwhelmed, the balcony door of the villa next to the swimming pool opened, and it was knocked open. Wang Can's hair slept like a hen's coop, he was wearing a vest and shorts, and appeared on the balcony in a daze. When the drunken Indian brother heard the door opening, he turned his eyes and saw Wang Can, and then shouted at him: " Go back to your country! Stupid Chinese! (Go back to your country)! Stupid Chinese!" Wang Can didn't seem to be completely out of sleep. Hearing the scolding, he just tried to open his eyes, looked at the Indian for a while, then swayed from the balcony and walked to the path. I thought Wang Can was going to beat the Indians, and I was a little worried. After the religious incident, ethnic conflicts would be triggered again. Wang Can's trip was not in vain, but I didn't expect that Wang Can didn't go to the swimming pool at all. After leaving the balcony, he turned around and walked to the back of the building. No one knew why he was going. The big Indian brother turned around and glared at me, and ignored me. The group continued to laugh loudly. At this time, Wang Can was pushing a small cart in the distance. Walking over, the car was piled up with a small half of the car, and it was a pile of things. All the Indians and I stared straight at him, but he was still sleepwalking under the scorching eyes of everyone. Wang Can pushed the car, walked to the pool, put the car down gently, and stepped back two He took a step, and then stepped forward and kicked the cart into the swimming pool by him. Wang Can turned around and walked back to the room. Behind him, the cart hit a layer of water, and then slowly sank into the bottom of the swimming pool. The things in the cart rolled up, and lumps of black objects scattered in large chunks. Men, women and children in the swimming pool showed disgusted expressions, while holding their noses and fleeing to the swimming pool, jumping out of the water, screaming. I looked along the path that Wang Can pushed the cart, and I was basically sure that he went around to Bagali's elephant shed at the back of the building, shoveled a cart of elephant excrement from under Bagali's buttocks, and threw it into the swimming pool inside. When Wang Can passed by me, he turned to look at the sea of ​​excrement behind him, his eyes half-opened listlessly, but he smiled evilly on his face. That night, angry Indians smashed Bansu Wang Can's door, but the door never opened. When I got up to have breakfast in the morning, I passed the swimming pool and saw KC pointing at the mess in the swimming pool with a dumbfounded face, yelling at Wang Can’s tour guide, the tour guide also had a troubled expression on his face, nodding his head humbly Wang Can didn't show up until after breakfast, probably because he was still sleeping with his head covered in the room, or was secretly silenced by the Indians. I wandered into the village, rented a bicycle for a whole day, and it cost only ten yuan. I rode the bicycle and set off outside the village. The morning sun was just right, the wind hit my face softly, and the wires beside the lawn On the road, children’s shorts and socks were drying in disorder, dancing in the wind, which is also a cute scene. When passing by a farmhouse, a little girl was sitting at the door, and her mother was squatting behind her. The two turned around and showed me With a bright smile, it was so warm that people shivered. I rode up to the two of them and wanted to get off to chat about the weather, but when I looked carefully, my mother was squatting behind the little girl, trying to catch lice in her hair. Turned and rode back on the road. After riding for more than ten minutes, I began to be out of breath, and my lungs began to hiss like air leaks. The scenery around me was still so light and rural, but I had no energy to look at it. I just stepped on the stirrup numbly, There was a tragic and encouraging sound of "hey hey hey" in my heart. While forcing myself to ride forward, I recalled how many years I hadn't ridden a bicycle. The last time I rode a bicycle for transportation was when I was just working. The place where I worked was not far or close to where I lived. It was not worthwhile to take a car, and the distance to walk was too far. I calculated it and spent 150 yuan to buy it. I bought a second-hand bicycle. The first time I rode it in front of our office building, the security guard said that bicycles cannot be parked in front of the building. I was afraid that the bicycle would be stolen if it was parked on the side of the road. It was a residential area far away, so I parked the car in it. In the following days, every day after work, I had to go to the community to pick up the car. Every time I picked up the car, it was six o'clock in the evening, which was the time when every family in the community was cooking. There is a fierce smell of the stove, which includes shredded pork fried peppers, stewed meat, and fried fish. If you stay long enough, you can smell which restaurant has a lighter taste and which restaurant's dishes are delicious. After putting a lot of oil, some windows will suddenly open, and a voice will be thrown out in a rampage: "×××! Go home for dinner!" People on the road will carry beer and bump into each other, and they will also ask: "Yo, haven't you done it yet?" Let's eat!" "The meal is served early, and my son hasn't come back yet." Every day, I listen to the lively greetings, smell the living aroma of this kind of home food, silently get into the car, leave the community, eat a basket of steamed buns in a small restaurant by the roadside, or eat a bowl of Guilin rice noodles , and then returned to his rented house. Later, the car was still lost, and it was left in that community. I went to pick up the car, stared at the small open space, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. I smelled the smell of home in the yard for the last time. Then I turned around and left, and I never went to that neighborhood again. After riding for half an hour, my calves were completely useless, and the sweat on my face could knead the sunscreen into dough. When I rode by the Rapti River, I threw the car to the side of the road and curled up like a loach. Sticking to the reclining chair, he took out the computer from his backpack and began to revise the manuscript according to the requirements of the editor-in-chief. After resting for a while, the open space next to it became lively, and the local children played football. Looking carefully, KC, Wang Can, and two younger brothers of KC were also mixed in, forming a group with several other foreign tourists. , shamelessly bullying a group of little boys, the little boys also have a way, relying on their own height advantage, unscrupulously brought the ball into the bottom of the adult opponents, in KC they cried several times and fell to the ground holding their lives Finally, after friendly negotiation between the two sides, KC got a chance to take a penalty kick, and Wang Can stood in front of the straw shed that served as the goal. The black and thin little goalkeeper glared at Wang Can fiercely. Wang Can bent over to set the ball up and stared back without showing weakness, but his right hand was holding something in his coat pocket strangely. I was quite nervous. Wang Can took two deep breaths, and slowly raised his left foot. The little boy's back was arched, ready to pounce like a little lion at any time. Wang Can fixed his feet in mid-air for two seconds, and faced the ball vigorously. The little boy opened his teeth and claws , half pounced and ready to go - at this moment, Wang Can's hand was suddenly pulled out of his pocket, holding something, and threw it hard to the left of the goal. The little goalkeeper stared at the moving object and rushed to the left. At this time, Wang Can kicked the ball into the right side of the goal. After kicking the ball in this shameless way, Wang Can was ashamed to be happy, and he was so happy that he dragged KC over to hug together. On the edge of the goal, the innocent little boy was holding Wang Can's slapstick. A pair of sunglasses, he couldn't react for a while - but he really caught the sunglasses. I looked back, I couldn’t bear to look any further, there was another group of tourists in the river in front of me, just like me yesterday, taking a bath with the elephant, being abused to the point of being covered in mud, and in the open space, little boys were besieging Wang Can , Wang Can dodged from left to right with a playful smile, surrounded by joyous singing and laughter. On the recliner next to me, an old foreign man was sleeping soundly, sounding loudly, and the flesh on his belly trembled freely with his breathing. It’s not bad to just live like this, happy, happy, singing and dancing, you can wash off the mud immediately, and you can fight back immediately when you get angry, just live by instinct, like me when I was in college, like Li Ruxue now, It's like Wang Can when he didn't make a second move. I turned my eyes back to the computer. Under the sun, I was a little dazzled by the text on the screen, "I am in Nepal, but I want to write the feeling of Tuscany, be fashionable, noble, and have a sense of socialite." I remembered the editor-in-chief's request the day before yesterday, and looked up at the people and scenery around me. My hands were frozen on the keyboard for a long time, and I didn't know how to write. When I was in Beijing, I never felt that the things I wrote were fake, because in the world I lived in, it was difficult to tell what was true. Before I wrote the column, I was a soft article writer for this magazine. Before I became a writer for a soft article magazine, I was a copywriter in the advertising department. These two jobs are similar. The only skill I need to master is lying. I use lies to fabricate a world that doesn't exist at all, and tell others that I live so well here. In the expensive restaurant opened by the big money for Xiaomi to pass the time, I can eat "diamond-like happiness", and in the pretentious cafe that claims to have a Le Cordon Bleu pastry chef, I drink "a glass full of sincerity" ", in the hair salon where washing, cutting and blowing cost thousands, but the shampoo is filled with money, after I cut my hair, I was "full of courage to embrace the new world". This is my job, squatting in front of the computer, eating rice noodles, and using the computer to pile up gorgeous flashing bodies for others to pass the time when they go to the toilet, when they are lazy at work, or when they are squeezing the subway, one hundred Among the readers, there is probably one person who will feel sad after reading my fictional life: that is the life people live, but he may not imagine that I who wrote this article may be standing next to him In the subway car, I yawned and thought about how to make up a piece of mental garbage to relieve pain and defecate. When I was in college, I studied journalism. The first lecturer was an old gentleman. His opening remarks were: Although the school you attended is hardly a prestigious school, your school The major you are studying is the greatest major in the world, because in the future, you will become the snowplows in this world, false appearances, hypocrisy, and rumors, sometimes it will cover the world like heavy snow, and everyone will come out to enjoy the snow , said that this world is so beautiful, but the world covered by snow is real, so we need snow sweepers to sweep away those confusing illusions, even if you are sweeping, some people will scold you, some will Protest and accuse you of ruining the beauty, but only you know in your heart that what you are doing is correct, so today, before I start the lecture, I would like to thank you for choosing this major. After graduating, I never went back to my alma mater, and I never saw this old gentleman surnamed Zhou. If I let him know that instead of becoming a snow sweeper, I became a member of the hypocrisy, he would be disappointed. Well, but the saddest thing in my heart these years after leaving school is that he and his words can no longer protect me. In the open space not far away, the group of people stopped playing football and rushed into the river, drinking beer and molesting the elephants. Wang Can, KC and the group of tourists were all covered in mud. The little goalkeeper has already put the sunglasses thrown to him by Wang Can on his face. It seems that Wang Can gave it to him. The little boy may keep this sunglasses by his side for the rest of his life, because this is a big boy cheating. The evidence of the ball, but he may not know it for a long time, and no one will tell him that the brand of the sunglasses is Hermès. If they are sold, they will be enough to buy an elephant. I silently stood up from the reclining chair, pushed the bicycle, and left the clear sky by the river, because no one understands the world by the river, and no one cares about the value of a Hermes sunglasses, but I understand, and I can’t help but care . When I cycled away from the river, the feeling I felt when I rode away from that residential area every evening three years ago, I came back in an instant. That feeling, when I think about it, is similar to a feeling of rejection, and it is the same as three years ago The difference is that at that time, I forced myself to leave without looking back. But this time, as I rode away, I looked back.