together for a moment

Zhao Yimu immediately decided to go back to the hotel first, and Nick agreed, but in fact, he had to hold his stomach and lean against the wall to pant after walking a few steps, with a pained expression on his face, all tangled with his facial features as if he had swallowed a lemon.

"Is it hard, or should we go directly to the hospital?" Zhao Yimu saw a layer of cold sweat dripping from Nick's forehead.

"It's...so troublesome," Nick said weakly while gasping for breath, "I want...to go back...to lie down."

Zhao Yimu looked at his watch. It was 10 minutes to four in the afternoon. Going to the hospital was very troublesome, because vehicles were banned near the Ganges River, so they had to go to the outside to call for a car. They didn't know where the hospital was after calling. The driver took advantage of the danger and went around for a while and shouted the price. Just thinking about it is bad enough.

But if you don't go now and wait until night, it will be more difficult, Zhao Yimu thought about it, and continued to persuade: "Go to the hospital? It's still bright."

Nick couldn't stand up and squatted down, trembling and trembling because of the stomach pain, he raised his head after a while, with tears in his eyes, begging: "I want... to go back to the hotel."

"Okay, okay, go back to the hotel first." Zhao Yimu was taken aback by his look, and no longer insisted on his own opinion, "Can you walk? I'll carry you on my back."

Nick took a moment to stand up, calmly, and smiled sadly: "In this crooked alley...how can there be a way to carry people...you have to pass by a cow."

This is a fact. God knows why the streets are always crowded and dangerous. The potholes are full of cows and bulls are in the way. Three steps, one cow dung, five steps, and a pile of garbage. It is too difficult for people to walk.

"Then let's walk to the river bank first, the river bank is more spacious and easy to walk." Zhao Yimu took his arm and half supported him, "I will go to the pharmacy when I go back to the hotel. The travel book says that sometimes the local Only local medicine can be used for the sickness.”

"Hey, when will the plot of our mutual gratitude end..." Nick didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"It's exciting aftertaste like this." Zhao Yimu took pleasure in bitterness: "You said it."

"Ouch..." Nick frowned and smiled.

Before passing through the alley to the river bank, Nick vomited again. He hadn’t eaten anything since last night. Except for the beginning, all he vomited was water. I bought a large bottle of water for him to rinse his mouth and face, and the two of them sat on the steps of the altar to catch their breath.

"You said you had gastrointestinal problems before, were they all this serious?" Zhao Yimu looked distressed.

"Blessed by the holy water of the Ganges River, this time it's more serious..." Nick bent over his lap and said with a weak self-mockery: "I don't know if the sins have been washed away, but the stomach and intestines are almost washed away..."

Thinking of this guy insisting on going down the river against persuasion, he would be angry, but now Nick could not swear in such a weak voice, so weak and pitiful, he squatted in front of Nick, bowed his back, and said, "Come on, the road on the river bank is wide enough Let's go, I'll carry you back."

"How can you be so delicate..." Nick still bent over and smiled in a low voice, without any intention of moving, "I'll sit down again, it's more comfortable now, and I can continue to walk with the strength."

"Come up quickly, my feet are sore from squatting," Zhao Yimu urged him with a click of his tongue: "Don't deprive me of the opportunity to experience walking on my back."

"Haven't you ever recited someone?" Nick asked.

"No, I'm far away from troublesome things." Zhao Yimu said.

"I'm so sorry, this privilege should be reserved for your girlfriend." Nick said politely but smiled smugly. He bent his back, Zhao Yimu's body temperature was high, and it was warm against the wind, "Fortunately, I also I carried you on my back, ran for hundreds of meters and almost died, oh no, it was you who was dying at that time. Can you carry it?"

Zhao Yimu stood up when he was lying down, and said, "You are finished, you are about to become a fairy." Nick is really lighter than he imagined. He jokes but is a little worried in his heart. Maybe there are other people. Do not understand emotions.

Evenings on the banks of the Ganges are always so leisurely. If in China, he carried a man on his back and walked on the street in broad daylight, I don’t know how much he would attract attention, but here it seems that it is just a daily matter, and all kinds of animals, including humans, use it. Live in your own way, two monkeys groom each other, cat and dog chase each other, pigeons fly up and down in groups, cows still occupy one side, rivers run for thousands of years, no big deal.

"Look there, someone is seeing them off." Nick motioned him to look forward to the right, the thick white smoke was very eye-catching, "Hindus believe that after death, the remains are sprinkled into the Ganges, so that they don't have to go through reincarnation and escape from suffering. "

"The cost of getting out of misery is between US$50 and US$100. Buy enough firewood to burn for 3 to 4 hours, preferably sandalwood. This cost does not include operating costs, labor costs, travel expenses, and gold and silver threads. The price of the shroud." Zhao Yimu is used to thinking about reality, no wonder the people here are so indifferent, life and death are next to each other every day, how can there be anything that can't be seen through?

The burning smell mixed with incense and strange smell was very pungent, and it smelled almost nauseating. Nick stopped talking, and the hand clasped on his shoulder secretly exerted force, and his hands were covered with cold sweat.

"Aren't you feeling sick? Feel like vomiting?" Zhao Yimu wanted to speed up his pace but was afraid that the pace would be too big and bumpy. "Do you want to stop and take a walk or continue walking?"

Nick rubbed against his shoulder, it should be a shaking of his head, his voice was trembling: "Go back."

Zhao Yimu imitated the race walkers and made his strides as big and steady as possible. He didn't even slow down when he entered the hotel and climbed the stairs. As soon as he entered the room, Nick rushed into the bathroom and closed the door as soon as his feet landed. He vomited and pulled. The voice sounded like a growl and a wail, one after another within 10 minutes, every time Zhao Yimu knocked on the door and asked him if he was okay?All he answered was a new wave of vomiting.

When Nick finally opened the door and came out, his face was as white as a piece of paper, and he looked like he was going to faint at any moment. He curled up on the bed and couldn't speak a word.

Zhao Yimu poured mineral water for him, there was no hot water, drinking cold water along the esophagus caused stomach cramps.

"I'm going to buy medicine, tell me the symptoms." Zhao Yimu sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at him. Nick frowned and closed his eyes, gasping for breath with his teeth gritted. My bones and muscles all over my body are sore.”

"Are you cold? Are you dizzy? Chest tightness? Have you been unwell for a few days?" Zhao Yimu confirmed the symptoms one by one and memorized them carefully, poured him a glass of water and put it on the bedside, and tucked the quilt back, "I'll go to the pharmacy, by the way See if there is anything to eat, sleep a bit and cover yourself with the quilt so you don't catch a cold."

When Zhao Yimu was about to stand up, Nick reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry..." Zhao Yimu put his warm palm on his forehead, touched it, and said with a smile: "wait me back."

Like many cities in the world, Varanasi’s nighttime presents a different face from that of the daytime. The alleys without sunlight have a sense of mystery and fantasy. Walking in the crowds will give you the illusion of being swallowed. Normally, Zhao Yimu would never walk on the maze-like streets after nightfall, but now he is in a hurry to find a pharmacy and can’t manage so much. He has no choice but to ask passers-by in India like this, asking five people will point to five directions, Ask ten people and there may not be a definite answer.

In the end, Zhao Yimu decided to spend money to settle the matter. He paid 50 rupees to ask a small stall owner to lead him to the entrance of the pharmacy. Fortunately, someone took him, otherwise, this pharmacy not only has no signboard but also is very narrow, he passed by. I can't see it ten times.

The clerk's English is not bad, Zhao Yimu knew that if he walked out of this store, he would not be able to find it again, so he bought all the medicines he could buy, including electrolyte powder brewing packs, and spent a lot of time confirming with the clerk Various effects and methods of administration.

Zhao Yimu walked out of the store and looked at his watch. After coming out for almost an hour, he picked a store that seemed to be clean, and ordered plain and garlic scones, which were baked to order. Pacing up and down, every second wants to go back to the hotel quickly.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, and Zhao Yimu's heart skipped a beat. Could it be Nick calling for help?

"What's the matter? I'm going back soon." He turned on the screen and connected.

"Yimu? When is your flight back to China?" Zhao Yimu was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was Lin Zongpei

"A few more days, what's the matter?" The boss handed over the baked cakes, and he paid for the cakes with the phone on his shoulder, busy for a while.

"It's nothing. If you come back to China after work, can't I make a phone call to care about it?" Lin Zongpei spoke with the characteristics of a lawyer, speaking quickly and clearly, "Where are you now?"

"Varanasi." Zhao Yimu answered concisely, walking quickly through the crowd.

"Oh," Lin Zongpel made a long voice, "Where is the Ganges River? I have read reports that Indians burn corpses by the river, and some people bathe in the river."

He witnessed these two incidents with his own eyes today, and they were very shocking and the aftermath did not subside, but now he couldn't express his feelings, so he wanted to hang up the phone and focus on walking, and replied flatly: "Yes, very special place."

"I didn't know you would want to go to that kind of place before. I heard it's dirty and messy, right?" Lin Zongpei didn't hear Zhao Yimu's anxiety at all, and chatted on his own: "When you graduated from university, everyone shouted for When you go hiking in Tibet, don’t you say that the environment is poor, unhygienic and unsafe, so you don’t want to go because you’re so bored.”

"Now that I'm grown up, I can accept the challenge, can't I?" Zhao Yimu said angrily, "Hey, are you making an international call to chat with me?"

"Hey, are you eating dynamite?" Lin Zongpei was scolded inexplicably, "I am concerned about my colleague, old classmate and future sister-in-law?"

Well, Zhao Yimu felt wronged, and softened his tone: "Don't be angry, I'm on my way, I'll call you later?"

"No, I just called to see if you were having a good time. By the way, Xiaopei and I will pick you up at the airport on the day you return to China. Are you touched?" Lin Zongpei didn't wait for him to reply, and continued: "You Don’t be moved, we will be a family from now on, don’t forget to buy some Kashmiri scarves or something for Xiaopei to honor my parents, first things first, bye.”

When Zhao Yimu hung up the phone, he rushed out of the crowd, wondering how Nick was doing.He walked briskly until he was sweating all over his body. When he returned to the hotel, he asked the restaurant for some hot water before entering the room. He opened the door lightly. Nick was still curled up on the bed. When he heard the sound, he opened his eyes and challenged He twitched the corner of his mouth and said weakly, "You're back?"

"Yeah." Zhao Yimu also smiled at him.

This very ordinary dialogue and scene often surfaced in Zhao Yimu's mind in the days to come.The simple room next to the Ganges, the dim light at the head of the bed, Nick's faint smile, and the feeling of peace of mind when he opened the door are all remembered in their original flavor, like a lifelike specimen.

Seeing magnificent scenery or buildings while traveling is exciting and impressive, but for some reason, he always thinks of some broken and simple fragments from time to time: a person takes a train to watch the sunrise and sunset, listens to old English songs played by a harmonica The sunset glow of the Taj Mahal, the bag of garbage he threw to the ground after his ideological struggle, and the hug Nick gave him when he heard Hey, my friend at Varanasi Station.

Some are moved like a waterfall, but some are like the Ganges, which flows slowly and trickles in my heart.

Maybe it's because it's easy to have the illusion of being dependent on each other in a foreign country. When he heard Nick's words "I'm back", it seemed that this room was his home, and Nick was the one waiting for him at home.