India has entered a fascinating twilight.

Walking and walking, when he looked ahead, there were three large temples, Zhu Xuanlong thought to himself, India is more temples, maybe they are more than the mailbox.

Now, it was really difficult to find a post office or a mailbox, and I felt very helpless about it, so I began to run down the street, with the aim of throwing the letter out of the box as soon as possible, so that the girl could rest assured as soon as possible. But what makes people anxious is that the reliable mailbox has not yet been found, and I think to myself, I can't ignore the life and death of others and vote like completing the task, right?

After the last day, it took most of the night to throw the letter out. Zhu Xianlong sat by the mailbox and was exhausted, and his mind was full of the mailbox and mailbox. I never imagined that I would be stumped by a small mailbox. Thinking about it, he actually lay down next to the mailbox and unknowingly slept on the street.

At some point, an eighty-year-old woman passed by, and she saw a young foreigner sitting on the street, and she was puzzled. The old man was afraid that Zhu Xuanlong would catch a cold, so he used the dirty and smelly burlap bag he carried with him to pick up garbage as a quilt to cover Zhu Xuanlong, and muttered in his mouth: "Young people really don't know how to cherish their bodies." Although this rag sack was used by me to pick up rags, it was worth a thin blanket. .........”

The old woman sat beside Zhu Xuanlong, straightened her silver hair, and looked at the sleeping young man again. Suddenly, she laughed and blurted out, "It's you, the young man who delivered the letter." Hehe, hehe...... We really have a fate! It seems that the ...... I'm ...... for the rest of my life It's not your grandma, it's you...... Kiss...... Mom!"

After saying that, the old woman covered her mouth and began to cry, and said that this child is now wandering around without a father or mother. As she spoke, the old woman began to cough incessantly.

Zhu Xianlong finally woke up, only to get up from the ground because of the old woman's coughing and a foul smell that made him want to vomit. The moment she opened her eyes, the old lady in front of her exclaimed, "Mom!" An instinct drove her to open the broken burlap bag and run away desperately.

The old woman strode after Zhu Xianlong, and shouted loudly: "Young man...... No, my child don't run around! Go to my house to sleep? No, come home and sleep .........!"

Zhu Xianlong thought while running, when he came to India, there were many strange things, and at this time he met an old beggar who wanted to be his grandmother. Think about it, this is the true god of India! Speaking of gods, we have to say that some villages, small towns and the Ganges River area, they have a feeling that everyone is a god, they seem to be people who rely on the gods to survive, and people seem to have entrusted all their lives to the gods.

When the day dawns, India's unique and euphemistic ancient music comes from the streets and alleys, making people feel warm. Walking on the street is light, and there are many small shops. Curious, Zhu Xianlong went to a Didafei brand-name clothing store, bought a set of traditional Indian clothes, bought a few close-fitting clothes, and entered the dressing room.

When I came out, I was already unrecognizable, and I really became a local Indian in the mirror, even the headdress was made of cloth strips around the style, I felt curious and unfamiliar, especially with a gold thin shirt and a white loose robe, I suddenly felt handsome, so I kept looking at myself left and right, and felt very satisfied.

Walking through the streets and alleys, encountering kitchen window glass or stainless steel doors, I always can't help but be a mirror, and I don't complain about looking at myself, and fiddling with a few stage poses, and walking back and forth a few steps of the model's catwalk, until someone is watching the taste, and then leaving quickly.

When I first entered the small street of Adaraj, I felt someone following behind me, so I dodged into a secluded alley. The followers don't seem to leave. When Zhu Xuanlong suddenly turned his head to look, he found that the stalker was a slender Arab girl in a black robe.

Zhu Xianlong stepped forward to ask what was going on, but found that the girl was looking at him with wide eyes, her eyes full of kindness and excitement. Zhu Xianlong was stunned, this Persian girl was actually an Omani girl he had saved. The girl saw Zhu Xuanlong wearing an Indian folk suit, giggling and covering her lips with her hands and snickering!

Zhu Xianlong was suddenly surprised, his eyes widened and blurted out, "You, why are you here?"

The girl said shyly: "It's a coincidence that you're passing by here." ”

The girl looked left and right, and whispered mysteriously, "You come with me." ”

Zhu Xianlong was puzzled, so he had to follow this fair girl from Oman through the streets and alleys, ruins and broken walls, ruined Buddha statues, and pagodas. At the end of the day, the girl walked to a quiet place and looked left and right, until there was no one around. The girl helped Zhu Xuanlong sort out his clothes and re-wrap his headscarf. In this way, it is very pleasing to the eye to look at Zhu Xianlong again, and he is much more handsome.

For the first time in Zhu Xianlong's life, a Persian girl cared for him, and his heart was as sweet as if he had drunk sweet liquid honey.

The girl's big eyes flickered sensitively, and there seemed to be something in her eyes, and she smiled and whispered, "My name is Bunedy-Imida. You're going to call me Imida, and I hope we'll see each other again in the future?"

Zhu Xuanlong was in a very excited mood at this time, and nodded hurriedly: "Okay! I also hope that we can meet often, forgetting each other is tantamount to betrayal, right? By the way, are those little villains still coming to trouble you?"

Buneda Imida bowed her head and muttered, "After you saved me, the gang became even more violent, and found a gang to ask for debts. My brother continued to take refuge, and my father and I had to leave our hometown. I couldn't go to other places, so I came to India in a hurry. It's also chaotic here, and there are constant conflicts between people.

Bunedy-Imida sighed and said, "Originally, my brother made some money in India and could pay off his debts, but he wanted to take this money and gamble again, and the money was made money, but the hard-earned money was wasted again." As a result, our whole family has become the target of debt claims. Now, those guys are determined to harm me and my father. After you left, my father and I came directly to India to find my brother. We've already met my brother. He has already received the letter I asked you to send, thank you!"

Zhu Xuanlong hurriedly said: "No thanks, the two of us are no outsiders now." I'm afraid that something big will happen to your brother if he continues like this. This time your family is coming to India, so let your father take care of him?"

Buned-Imida shook her head and muttered, "But he doesn't want to see me and my father at all. I really don't understand, he's become too inscrutable now. It seems that the family was ruined on him. Somehow, I miss you. Alas, I, I should not say this to an Arab girl, but the world does not allow us to meet so often. Fortunately, this is in India, otherwise we wouldn't have dared to talk much when we met. In the future, if we think about each other, can we come here again? Maybe we can see each other. ”

Zhu Xuanlong nodded happily and said, "Well, I agree with your idea. That's pretty much what I thought. ”

After saying this, my heart was warm, and I muttered in my heart: This girl's mind is so cute, she is really clever.

Zhu Xianlong added: "It's not easy for the two of us to know and get along, I think, I will definitely come." I, I'm going to miss you?"

Bunedy-Imida smiled and nodded frequently.

Zhu Xuanlong leaned close to Bunedy-Imida's ear and whispered, "You are so charming and likable! Actually, in my mind, the Persian girl was a moon-like jade wrapped in black veil. I'd love to have a confidante like you, it would feel special. This assumption is only ...... , you must know that the Persian girl is purely the kind of rare beauty that is unwanted!"

Bunedy-Imida seemed to understand whether she understood or not, and said suspiciously: "What is a beautiful stunner?"

Zhu Xianlong explained with a smile: "In our country, to describe a stunner is to refer to a stunning beauty or an excellent item, in short, a very precious person or thing. ”

Bunedy-Imida laughed, "Amazing! Actually, there are many women like me in Arabia. You praise me, I think it's to bring friendship closer, right? Don't you think we're almost no longer at a distance? You're so funny, I'm so happy to be with you!"

After speaking, Bunaid-Imida leaned close to Zhu Xianlong's ear and said mysteriously: "Let me tell you a little secret, I am not an Arab in the true sense of the word, I am an immigrant, and my ancestral home is Armenian. In his early years, my father knew a friend in Oman who had been persuaded to emigrate when his country was in turmoil. Now I have emigrated again, and I will live in India for a long time. After that, I became an Indian girl. Do you like the feeling of a pure Arab girl? Hehe, then I've disappointed you. ”

Zhu Xianlong looked at her eyes, nose and lips closely, and said excitedly: "Armenian! It's the first time I've dealt with people from this country, and it feels so special." However, I'm used to calling you an Arab girl, and I'll have to change my mind about that. ”

Bunedy-Imida smiled: "It's okay, I think it's good." Actually, I like their folklore, so I'll call me Persian sister in the future, right?"

Zhu Xianlong said with interest: "It seems that you have the breath and identity of two different nationalities. Your blood is Armenian, and your soul and temperament are Arab. In fact, in the wars of the last few centuries, the great integration of the three peoples of West Asia and Europe has rarely been purely Arab. ”

Zhu Xianlong looked at Bunedy-Imida, she was so cute, so he leaned his body closer to her and explained: "If you think about it, Arabs are the Arab inhabitants of West Asia and North Africa. The term 'Arabs' came to be known to Europeans as Arabs in the ninth century BC. They are widely distributed, mainly in Western Asia, and to a lesser extent in Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan, Indonesia, Ethiopia, Somalia, Chad, Tanzania, etc. ”

Bunedy-Imida said, "Go on, it's interesting?"

Zhu continued: "Actually, they are all of the Europa race, of the Mediterranean type, and some of the people of North Africa and South Arabia have the characteristics of the Negro race. Back during the Abbasid Dynasty, our country called the Arabs 'black-clad eaters.' At that time, the Arabs had relatively close trade relations with the Chinese, and the Silk Road is the best example. ”

Zhu Xianlong glanced at Bunaida Imida again, and said funny: "After the evolution of history, I found that the beautiful girl Buneda Imida standing next to me, you are not an ordinary race, you smell the body odor on your body, you know that it is a kind of sweet and sour taste of cheese." Look at your body shape purely the willow waist and plump buttocks of a Persian girl, plus, how many centuries of mixed blood after the clever and clever. ”

Zhu Xianlong stopped being funny, and hurriedly said apologetically: "Oops, my excitement has made me babble so much, you won't mind, right? In short, once we both calm down, we will definitely feel incredible like a dream." I will definitely recognize each other as a confidant. Would you like us to be confidants?"

Bunedy-Imida said suspiciously, "Confidant, buttocks, yogurt flavor? Your imagination and historical knowledge are really rich. Indeed, I don't know how many times I have been mixed to get to where I am today. I just heard my father say that my grandfather was Syrian, my grandmother was Iranian, my grandfather was Egyptian, and my grandmother was Armenian. After listening to my introduction, are we all confused all of a sudden?"

The two couldn't help but laugh, Zhu Xianlong really wanted to take this opportunity to kiss her on the cheek.

At this moment, the old woman and beggar suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, and she said loudly: "Oh, my son, no, grandson, ......! Why did you come to this corner, let my mother find me? No, let my grandmother find me." Go, go back, go back with grandma?"

After speaking, he went to take Zhu Xuanlong's hand. Zhu Xianlong flashed around and saw that it was the old beggar who picked up the rags again, so he hurriedly took out the money from his pocket and gave it to her, and patiently explained: "Old woman, you recognize the wrong person." Will you go back? You can take the money and buy something delicious?"

When the old beggar woman who picked up the rags heard this, her heart was sad, and tears suddenly burst out of her eyes, and she complained: "Child, grandma is not wrong. Grandma doesn't want your money. Grandma can't let you sleep on the street anymore. ”

After saying that, the old woman sat on the ground with a handful of snot and tears, and began to cry.

After crying for a long time, she suddenly saw Bunede Imida, and she said angrily: "My grandson doesn't want to go home, so you are doing the trick?"

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