Life: A Black and White Film (一生一世，黑白影画)

Chapter 1.1 - They Meet Again in Nepal (1)

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Wang Wenhao patted her on the shoulder, not knowing what had frightened her. "Get some rest. We'll be getting off the car soon, and I'm guessing we'll probably need to walk seven or eight hours before we get to their capital city."

Wen Han was still having difficulties recovering herself. Her mind was filled only with that image from a moment ago.

When she heard Wang Wenhao say that they were getting out of the vehicle, her thoughts immediately jumped to that person holding the gun. What if, when they got off the car, he suddenly chased after them and caught up? What should they do?

"I just saw someone holding a gun." Gripping Wang Wenhao's arm tightly, she whispered to him in Russian.

One of their companions, Agnesa, moved in close to them. "What did you see? A gun?"

"It was a gun," Wen Han stated, her voice quivering slightly.

She had seen guns in Moscow as well. In that place where half of the city was controlled by the mafia, guns were not something that needed to be kept hidden. However, in this foreign land, by the foot of the Himalayas, to suddenly see such a scene was very terrifying to her. They were here travelling on vacation. If they were to suddenly encounter some anti-government forces, how should they handle it?

But what if she had simply been seeing things and that lama was just carrying a black object of some sort, not a gun?

As a result of her words, though, her companions also grew nervous and asked the driver whether he could persevere and continue driving. Pointing at the road ahead that had already caved in, the driver refused their request. As they stepped out of the vehicle, all of them were a little anxious. Pulling their own bags securely onto their backs, they began forging ahead in the rain, and without even consulting one another, their footsteps were all rather hurried.

Several times, Wen Han had wanted to turn around and look back, but Wang Wenhao had stopped her every time. "There really are anti-government forces here in this place. Don't look back. If we do run into some, maybe both sides can just pretend that they don't see each other."

Seeing that they were all behaving like there was an enemy soldier behind every tree and bush, Wen Han did not tell them that she had actually seen that person half a year ago in Tibet.

Fortunately, they had all grown up in Moscow and had more or less seen some of the fierce fighting of the Russian mafia, so they at least were not scared out of their wits. They merely intuitively fell into silence as they trudged ahead.

After hiking like this for six hours, they arrived in Nepal's capital city of Kathmandu.

The rain had already stopped. Covered in mud, the four of them walked in this teeming city that was a gathering place for tourists. Wen Han did not go to the inn that the driver had recommended to them and, instead, found the little inn she had reserved long ago by phone. They asked around for directions for quite some time before finally stepping into a long, narrow alley paved with stone. Wen Han would glance at the business card in her hand and compare it to the signs of the inns, until they finally came to a halt in a corner.

She told everyone, "It should be this place."

Agnesa breathed out in relief. "I'm going to take a hot shower. I want to become alive again." As she spoke, she draped an arm on Wen Han's shoulder. "Do you think you might have seen wrong? But I guess it's all good, even if you did see wrong. It helped me finish that trek, which should have taken seven or eight hours, so quickly."<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, this translation has been taken without consent of the translator.