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

Chapter 4.1 - Night in Lumbini (1)

Agnesa laughed, mocking Roman for not seeming the least bit like a man from Moscow, that he would place so much importance on a street fight. "You go take a look. Which bar doesn't have a fight or two after midnight?"

As a result, the first half of this night was passed amid Agnesa and Roman's bickering.

In the latter half of the night, Agnesa was asleep, and Wen Han had also gradually regained her calm.

Rushing out of the tent to break up the fight had been her instinctive reaction. She actually dared not even admit that she had in fact been more afraid that he would get hurt, even though he was obviously far stronger physically than Wang Wenhao.<>Copyright of Fanatical, 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.

This heavy rainstorm had brewed for several days, and when it was completely done, they at last got to see their first clear sky since arriving in Nepal.

Early in the morning, the guides assigned the travellers each to one of the elephants that Cheng Muyun had brought here last night.

Wang Wenhao was still seething with fury, and the other male travellers were already coming over, trying to pacify him. "See, even when he left last night, that guy did not hold grudges and left all the elephants for the tourists."

"You can imagine, then, that everyone's emotions were just so high strung because of last night's storm and that awful disaster three nights ago," the two Korean girls added. They were very sad to have to part with that man.<>Copyright of Fanatical, 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.

On each elephant, in addition to the mahout, three to four people could be seated within the square, railed enclosure on its back.

Elephant and mahout in Chitwan National Park (image credit: )

Wen Han did not want to listen to the endless bickering between Agnesa and Roman and chose to sit with two strangers. When the elephants got up and were leaving the campsite in an orderly manner, she still had not seen him.

He was gone already?<>This is an UNAUTHORIZED copy, taken from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com

Holding the railing in front of her, she continuously scanned around.

She felt a pressing urge to see him. Last night should not have been like that. She at least should have gone to find him in the later part of the night, to say goodbye to him or maybe something else, to exchange contact details with one another...

The elephant, though, was not aware of her reluctance to leave and, with the rest of the group, pressed on nonstop with its forward walk.

When the first elephant passed by the riverbank, a melody began to ring out, an unfamiliar tune. Someone searched curiously around—there, on the opposite side of the river. A white-garbed blind man wearing the local dress was blowing into an instrument, playing this tune, and squatted beside him was a boy collecting money from passing travellers.