"There is absolutely no need for that," he replied to the brown-haired woman. "She likes using running away as a way to enhance our relationship. This is merely our little way of having some romantic fun as a couple." After he finished saying this, Cheng Muyun exchanged a quick smile with the woman.<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. Translated with the express permission of the author for hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.
In that same instant, someone pushed open the door and walked in.
That person set two bills of money on the counter. "May I trouble you? I need a room." The person lifted his head. It was a man with fair complexion and a slightly effeminate appearance. Following in behind him was an adolescent-age youth wearing headphones and listening to music.
At the same time as well, the person dozing in the corner—Zhou Ke—switched the arm that he was using as a pillow and carried on sleeping. A man wearing blue, metal-framed glasses spit out a grape seed and brushed past Cheng Muyun...<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. Translated with the express permission of the author for hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.
Frantically, she ran, her mind filled only with that place he had described.
There were less and less houses. The dirt road was very filthy. She almost tripped and fell. Luckily, she caught herself and managed to stay upright. Eventually, her chest began burning painfully... Panting, she looked dazedly around her. Temple. Yes, a temple. There really was a temple here, looking just like all the countless temples she had seen in Kathmandu, small and exquisite.
In the distance, local workers could be seen taking a rest.
Her steps slowed. Accompanied by the sound of her heartbeat, she straightened her torn-open clothing and dragged her aching legs behind her, her eyes lowered.
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An old lama wearing a turmeric-yellow cotton top ambled by her, his walking cane stabbing at the ground. She was gasping for breath from running so vigorously. Coughing, and with hands that were trembling slightly, she suddenly grasped the old lama's arm tightly. "Excuse me, may I ask, did a man ask to buy something from you?"
The old lama's eyes squinted, and he looked her over.
Don't tell me he doesn't understand Chinese. Wen Han nervously returned his gaze.
The old lama narrowed his eyes even more. She even began to feel that she wanted to retreat—
"No." The old lama smiled, his wrinkles brimming with benevolence. "Go to the back and have a look."
The old lama pointed to the back of the temple.
Exhaling in relief, Wen Han walked in the direction he had pointed.
Oh my.<>This is an UNAUTHORIZED copy, taken from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com
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Beneath the sweltering sun, more than twenty lamas stood before stall after stall. Covering every stall were all different types of small prayer wheels, as well as butter lamps, etc., all spread out in front of the lamas. Behind the lamas, there were many sun hat-wearing locals or people along the lines of travellers and tourists, sitting and resting.
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Life: A Black and White Film (一生一世，黑白影画)
General FictionWen Han has arrived in Nepal on vacation and, as a Buddhist believer, also a pilgrimage. But very shortly after entering the borders, she runs in again into someone she had had one encounter with six months ago, hundreds of miles away on the far-off...
