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

Chapter 1.1 - They Meet Again in Nepal (1)

Reaching out a hand, Wen Han pushed open the wooden door of the inn.

Amid the scraping sounds of the door's hinges, a little boy quietly lifted his head and looked at them.

A typical Indian face.

Laughing, Agnesa murmured in Russian, "God, we walked for six hours only to return to India again?"

Agnesa's older brother, Roman, grinned as he replied, "There are a lot of Indian people."

While the people behind her were whispering away, Wen Han had already started communicating with the bellboy. The boy was quite good. Flipping through a yellowed notebook, he found Wen Han's name. "This one?"

Wen Han nodded. "Is hot water guaranteed here?"

"Yes."

The boy led them to the third floor. This floor had three rooms available.

He told them that the rooms on the second floor were already booked up, and only the third and fourth floors were left. There were three rooms on the third floor, so that meant one person would need to stay on the fourth floor. Looking at his companions, Wang Wenhao voluntarily suggested that he would stay on the fourth floor.

Wen Han quietly told Wang Wenhao in Russian, "The second floor is definitely unoccupied, too. It's low season right now. I asked people who've been here before. Most of the inns and hotels are empty during this period. This kid is telling us this just to make us think that the rooms in this place are in high demand."

She was actually being very simple and naïve when she spoke these words. Of course, it was not the sort of naivety where she was completely ignorant and oblivious, but rather, she was just the stereotypical girl who used the internet to find out about the world and had never experienced the true dark side of real life.

Gazing at her, Wang Wenhao answered perfunctorily, "Really?"

He did not care at all whether the inn was empty or full. What he wanted more was to stay in one room with her.

He was planning, before this trip came to an end, to find an opportunity here in Nepal to profess his feelings to Wen Han. Though he was not a Buddhist believer, Wen Han was a firm believer in Buddhism, and he could be accommodating of her beliefs. The most important point was, he had stayed by her side and waited for her from when she was eighteen years old to this day, where she was now twenty, and he was near the end of his patience.

He had hinted to her many times before but had never been given the chance to move to the next step.

Wen Han. Wen Han.

In Nepal's capital of Kathmandu, he was going to make her fall in love with him. Thinking this, Wang Wenhao escorted Wen Han to her room and, before leaving, finally removed his glasses to gaze very tenderly at her. "After you've had your shower, sleep for a while. The three of us, though, want to play some poker. If you're not tired, come up to the fourth floor and find us."

Wen Han nodded.

Stepping into the room, she very quickly rinsed her body clean with hot water. She washed her hair thoroughly as well and then rubbed it with a towel until it was half-dry. After completing all these things, Wen Han leaned against the windowsill, and alone, she stared down at the empty alleyway, while also contemplating what to eat tonight. Her thoughts turned to Wang Wenhao. She truly could not think of anything about him that was not good. He was gentle and considerate, he had a stable job, and he loved her very much.

But she was still unsure.

In Moscow, men were especially hot commodities. Love and romance could happen at any place, any time. But what she wanted was a different type of relationship, one that was with a man who, even if their final ending was that they were to separate, she would willingly throw herself wholly in without holding anything back, just to give it a try with him.