The idea of ​​collecting money from others and eliminating disasters from others also has a broad foundation in Sikkim, a land close to China. At least the Sikkim official who accepted money from Brother Chengxin strictly followed this idea.

Early the next morning, he got three ordinary civilian cars from nowhere and parked them outside the residential house where we were resting. At this time, he was explaining to Brother Chengxin why military vehicles could not be used.

Take us all the way to the capital of Sikkim.

I am not good at these kinds of human relations, nor do I care. It is better for Brother Chengxin, an expert, to do it than for me, a "half-timer", to worry about these things.

I was doing morning exercises as usual, but compared to Hui Gen'er's "huhuhaha" living Vajra posture during her morning exercises, I was almost like a poet reciting poems.

Ru Yue, who was watching me from the side, looked a little embarrassed when facing Hui Gen'er. She smiled very happily, her eyes were curved like crescent moons, brightening the morning.

The clear weather after the rain always brings a beautiful mood to people. I saw Lu Shan, who got up early in the morning, had returned to normal a little. At the moment, he was helping Tao Bai tidy up his collar. He had the leisure to do this.

, which means that he has temporarily let go of the pain in his heart, so I don’t need to say more or worry too much.

Our breakfast noodles are a special Sikkim food, but they taste not much different from Tibetan noodles. Fortunately, everything here is original and simple, so what you eat in your mouth is actually delicious.

It had a fresh taste of early Chinese countryside, and I ate two big bowls.

After breakfast, we got in the car and drove all the way towards Gantodo, the capital of Sikkim. Under such clear sunshine, I had the opportunity to take a good look at this country that is adjacent to China but is extremely strange to me.

The road runs through valleys and winds up and down mountains. The green hills on both sides of the road are covered with subtropical plants. In the clear weather after the rain, they are wet and full of primitive vitality.

There are occasional residential buildings dotted in the mountains, and the style of the buildings is unusually simple. It feels like China before industrial development, with scenery everywhere.

In the small towns along the way, I experienced a completely different style, as if I had traveled to a long, long time ago, without any electronic products, television, or pop music that represented modernity.

There are stalls selling tea, shops selling cold juices, and local residents selling freshly picked wild vegetables along the street.

"If you want to go on a lonely and primitive journey, this is paradise." After seeing too much of Sikkim's scenery, I couldn't help but say to Brother Chengxin sitting next to me.

Brother Chengxin adjusted his glasses and said: "If any tourist attractions are really going to be developed here, it's best not to be known by us Chinese people. By then, do you think you will still be able to see such a scenery? Just look at the heads.

Everything here is preserved like this because there are few factors of man-made destruction and the scope of modern civilization's 'invasion' is small."

Brother Chengxin's words are not unreasonable, but this is not the focus of our discussion. What we have is just a feeling that since we have left China, we should see more and experience more.

But unfortunately, after driving for more than two hours, we realized what a stupid decision it was to go to the capital city, just because we admitted that the capital city of a country is naturally the most economically developed city in the country.

I have this idea that transportation there is naturally extending in all directions.

But the ruthless reality tells us that we are wrong. In Gantodo, the transportation is not developed at all. There is no plane, no train, and not even a shuttle bus! If Brother Chengxin hadn’t accidentally talked to the driver

, we didn’t know we had made such a stupid mistake.

"Chengyi, what should I do?" Brother Chengxin looked at me helplessly.

"Now that you've come, let's live in peace! In short, it's all about hiding from trouble. I don't care if I'm running for my life." Although in my heart I also want to go to India as soon as possible and find the man named Johnny, but I can't do it when I'm away from home.

Care too much, otherwise people will appear even more helpless.

Brother Chengxin sighed helplessly and could only accept this reality.

Sikkim is not big, but the road conditions are very bad. With such a small area, we wandered around for a long time before we arrived at its capital, Gantodo, in the afternoon. The moment I saw this capital, I had a feeling that I had arrived.

It feels like a smaller version of Chongqing.

This city is built on the mountain, and the entire city rises up layer by layer according to the mountain. When people stand below the city and see the top of the city, they suddenly feel like a city in the sky.

The city is small and very clean, but it is also full of an indescribable human touch. It is beautiful!

There are only three main streets in Gantodo that are full of pedestrians, and there are not too many other small streets and lanes. A casual stroll will take less than an hour.

We can't spend money here because there is almost nothing to buy. We hired the driver to accompany us and we had so much food and drink, and we only spent nearly 50 US dollars. Fortunately, we were not traveling for shopping, so

, we don’t care about these, but we are satisfied with experiencing the unique style.

But I didn’t expect that the main food and specialty here would be Chinese dumplings! Well, steamed dumplings!

As the saying goes, eating people is soft-mouthed and taking advantage of others is short-handed. These drivers hired by the border officials, after eating us and taking some of our money, began to become enthusiastic. Compared with the Chinese people, the Sikkim people are more

In fact, these drivers enthusiastically pointed out the fastest way to India for us and expressed their willingness to take us to Calcutta, a relatively large city in India, by train.

We don’t want to delay too much in Ganto. We have entered the first foreign country. We have experienced the experience we should have, so let’s leave. After all, no matter how beautiful or good the place is, it is not our home and hometown.

Not much reason to stay.

I thought it wouldn't be too far to take a train. Just like in the city where most of us live, you can take a taxi and get to the train station for less than 100 yuan. Even if the capital here doesn't have trains, neighboring places

There always is, right?

But the ruthless reality quickly shattered my idea. To take a train from Sikkim to Kolkata, a big city in India, I had to take a train at the border of Sikkim and India. Now, we were swaying in the car for nearly 5 hours.

, finally got off the bus in a small town called Siliguri.

This small town is where Sikkim and India meet. There is a direct train to Kolkata from here. The reason why we chose this big city in India is because we have no other big city to choose from and we are unfamiliar with India.

We have the mentality of going to big cities to get things done easily, so we don’t want to go anywhere else.

According to Brother Chengxin's plan, when we get to Kolkata, at least we can go directly to Raipur without having to travel around. At least India will not be like Sikkim. Big cities should be connected in all directions.

Faced with Brother Chengxin's plan, Xiao Chengqian said disapprovingly: "If it were in Europe, there would be no need for your messy planning here. I am familiar with it there just like my back garden."

Brother Chengxin raised his eyes and said to Xiao Chengqian: "I'm sorry, but it's a pity that this is India!"

Xiao Chengqian was speechless by this sentence, so he could only mutter a few words and shut his mouth.

Fortunately, we arrived here. Although it was night, we unexpectedly got on the train. The train timetable is of little use here. Whether we can get on the train or not is really just luck. We were able to do so by coincidence.

After waiting for too long, I got on the train smoothly. It was indeed a lucky break!

If in Sikkim, we did not feel the atmosphere of going abroad, then starting on this train, we really experienced the feeling of being in a foreign country.

After all, people in Sikkim are not much different from Chinese people in appearance, but Indians are much different from Chinese people. As more trains stop along the way, the number of Indians on the train begins to increase, and the train becomes overcrowded.

, amidst the stimulation of strong smells and the various chattering languages, our group was like an isolated island in the sea, isolated and yet so conspicuous.

After the train had been swaying like this for 14 hours and I was feeling dizzy, the train finally stopped at the station in Calcutta.

When I got off the bus, I kept trying not to vomit, but after walking through the passage, I vomited completely.

Xiao Chengqian stood aside and gloated, whistled and said to me: "Welcome to India, dear Chen Chengyi!"

I glared at him and didn't notice at all that there was a large group of people walking towards this direction at great speed. In fact, I didn't need to care. This is the waiting hall. Isn't it normal to have a large group of people? After all, even in a big city, in
Chapter completed!