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

Chapter 13.2 - The Dream and the Ones in Sleep (2)

She could even hear in the house directly next door someone playing an instrument. The song being played in real life intermingled with the song coming from the television and gave her the illusion that she had once more returned to the world of humans. She tilted her head down. The stray hairs in front of her forehead slipped down. They were very long already.

In these dozens of days, she had not really taken care of her appearance.

Luckily, she was young, and aside from her complexion being somewhat pale, there had not been any major effect to her.<>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.

It was in this stillness that someone knocked on the front door of the house.

One of the men in the living room instantly shut off the television.

All sounds were temporarily paused right there, and the atmosphere became tense and unusual. Wen Han did not even really dare to breathe as she looked nervously at Cheng Muyun. Only this man in front of her showed no abnormal reaction. Passing through that living room, where the atmosphere seemed as if it had congealed, he put his hand on the door handle and, with a click, opened the door.

Accompanying the sunlight that streamed in was the sound of a "Hi!" that came from an unfamiliar, Indian youngster. "I'm looking for the owners of this home."

Cheng Muyun smiled, looking down at this young person of a foreign country. "Unfortunately, they are not here. You likely know that their father is going to be having a grand monastic induction celebration in the nearby town?"

The Indian young person suddenly remembered, a smile radiating from his dark-skinned face. "I had thought they would finish these next few days of ritual worship ceremonies on the Ganges before going there. It seems I thought wrong."

When the Indian youngster finished saying this, he puzzledly eyed over the people inside the home.

"These are all my friends." Cheng Muyun rested against the doorframe, letting the afternoon breeze ripple up a corner of his shirt. "You see, we are only staying here for this one day as well, and tomorrow we will be hurrying back for that ceremony."

"Oh really?" The Indian youngster gave a laugh. "Then I will wish you a pleasant evening tonight in Varanasi."

"Thank you." Cheng Muyun smiled also.<>Please read this at hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com instead

When Wen Han, who was leaning against the kitchen doorway, caught sight of the expressions of those three men and one woman, where they seemed as if they were prepared at any time for battle, she felt even more affirmed about her views. These four people unquestionably were here as a means of monitoring Cheng Muyun. No wonder, beside the sunflower field during the day, they had expressed that they had had no choice, that it was the arrangements of those higher in authority.<>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.

While she was still mulling over these things, Cheng Muyun had already shut the door and, turning around, restored that detached expression on his face.

"We..." Before she could speak a complete sentence, he had swept her up into his arms.

"We what?" He chuckled lightly.<>This UNAUTHORIZED copy was taken from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com