Early the next morning, the sky was overcast with light rain. However, the temperature remained stable at a certain value. The winter here is not cold during the day.

We set out early in the morning, of course taking the box of Wuliangye with us. Ruyue and I were not embarrassed by our conversation last night. We were still talking and laughing, as if we had forgotten the conversation last night.

Walking in the slums on rainy days is more difficult than on sunny days. All kinds of mud make the feet slippery, and due to the mess, there is a sticky and greasy feeling under the feet. However, compared to sunny days, the smell here is finally less.

So pungent again.

My memory has always been excellent, and since I visited once yesterday, I was able to find the tin hut despite all the twists and turns in this messy slum.

‘Bang bang bang’ It was me who knocked on the door, but while knocking on the door I couldn’t help but feel a sense of fright, because the iron house looked crumbling, and the whole room was shaking as I knocked on the door.

"Who is it? It's still morning, are you allowed to sleep?" A response soon came from inside the house, and it was still the same irritable and vicissitudes of life voice.

I'm a little speechless. I have to go to bed in the afternoon, but I don't get up too lazy to get up in the morning. Is this person's life just about sleeping?

Despite this, I still answered loudly in English: "It's us, the people who came yesterday!"

"Damn it, didn't you understand my request? If you don't bring any wine, get out of here." The voice was full of impatience.

"Sir, we have actually got the wine you asked for, and it is a box. Are you willing to see us?" I responded loudly, deliberately emphasizing the quantifier "a box."

There was silence in the room. Could it be that he was shocked?

Just when I was guessing, the iron door suddenly opened. Because it was too fast, there was a breeze, and it also released some of the stench from the house. I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and endured it.

!

Only then did I see clearly that the person standing in front of me was a pure Indian with skin darker than Wal-Mart. He had an ordinary appearance and his skin was already showing signs of age. His messy gray hair and beard reminded me of

The only thing worth mentioning about Master is his big eyes, which are bright and full of color, just like a newborn baby.

I'm surprised, how can an adult have such eyes? Could it be that this person's soul is as pure as a baby's?

I was observing him, but before I could speak, this man had already yelled at me: "Where is the wine? Where is the wine? You'd better not tease me. If you do, the consequences will be serious."

."

I didn't dare to be verbose, so I quickly took the piece of wine from Wal-Mart, opened the box, and handed a bottle to the old man.

As soon as the old man saw the wine, his eyes lit up, he grabbed it, unscrewed the lid, and muttered: "You can get this wine in India, I guess you have some skills, but you still have some skills."

Don't try to fool me with fake ones, I can tell the difference just by smelling them, and I'm actually better than the best sommelier."

I was dumbfounded at his "evil" look, and forgot to remind him that in fact, in order to maintain a "professional" nose, a good sommelier does not drink.

"The real thing." After unscrewing the cap and taking a deep sniff, the old man couldn't help but show an intoxicated expression. He then picked up the bottle and started to take a sip for himself.

But at this moment, I saw the opportunity, grabbed the wine bottle in his hand, sat down on the remaining box of wine, shook the bottle and said: "Hey, we are here to find you."

People don’t come to your door to bring you wine. If you want to drink this bottle of wine, you have to answer at least one question from me, you know?"

"Answer your question?" Seeing that the wine he had received was robbed, this middle-aged old man who looked a bit vicissitudes of life (I don't know whether to define him as a middle-aged man or an old man) showed an expression as uncomfortable as a cat trying to get his heart out.

But after all, he didn't come to snatch it like a rogue, nor did he say any threatening words.

Just from one detail, I knew that the person in front of me was actually an extremely principled person. It was not his. Even if he had the ability to take something by force, he would not. He would not even utter a single word of the threats he had made before.

"You know we are here to find someone, and I want to know if you are Johnny?" I asked seriously. In fact, I was already 100% certain in my heart that the person in front of me might really be Johnny.

Hearing my question, he looked calm, and then told me categorically: "No!"

No? He wasn't? I felt disappointed for a moment, but I still handed the bottle of wine to the middle-aged man, and then turned around and left with some disappointment. Wal-Mart was behind me, hurriedly picking up the remaining wine.

The wine must also be left with him.

On this drizzling morning, is a hopeful clue about to be cut off like this?

But at this moment, the sound of arguing came from behind us.

"Do you have to take away all that box of wine? Looking at your clothes, you can tell that you are such a rich man. Do you have the heart to just take away a box of wine that brings hope to poor people's lives?

"It was the voice of the middle-aged man.

"You'd better loosen my pants. I don't know what you're talking about. Although I have fucking money, I also know how not to waste it. Can you loosen your hands? These pants are not fucking good."

Cheap." Wal-Mart's voice sounded very helpless.

I felt disappointed, but I still turned around and looked around, and I happened to see the middle-aged man holding Wal-Mart's thigh, not wanting Wal-Mart to leave, with his eyes staring at the wine box in Wal-Mart's hand.

Shining brightly, seeing me looking at him, he glanced at me again, then withdrew his gaze.

This glance touched me all of a sudden. I don’t know why, but I always felt that this person’s eyes were so pure that it was irresistible, and they also contained a kind of true compassion, but also tragic vicissitudes of life. So at that moment, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for Wal-Mart.

Said: "Forget it, give it to him. If you don't mind, I will pay for this box of wine."

"Ah?" Walma couldn't help but look at me in surprise, and said: "He actually drank a bottle for nothing. Chengyi, you don't understand the slums in India. The people here are self-destructive and have brought...

There are many social problems and you shouldn’t sympathize with them.”

Wal-Mart kept chattering, but my eyes were very insistent.

Walma sighed, put down the drink helplessly, and said: "Okay, as you wish! But I won't charge you for the drink. After all, you are a little hero that is highly praised by my master and uncle."

I nodded gratefully towards Wal-Mart, then sighed, watching the middle-aged man hold the wine in his arms like a treasure, and finally turned around and left in silence.

Everyone following me was not in a good mood. The most promising time was defeated by the ruthless reality. Everyone feels a sense of frustration, right?

But before I took a few steps, the middle-aged man's voice suddenly came from behind me: "Hey, that young man, I want to ask you what exactly you want to do with Johnny?"

Hearing this sentence, I didn't turn around, but I couldn't help showing a surprised smile, and then I turned around and asked loudly: "Do you know Johnny?"

"There is no one who is more familiar with him than me. If the Johnny we are talking about is the same person." The middle-aged man suddenly smiled at me, and his white teeth shined abnormally. Sure enough, his skin is dark and his teeth are white.

, I thought boredly in my heart.

But the man had already ran over quickly and said to the old man sincerely: "Can we go in and talk? In fact, I am looking for Johnny, it was pointed out by the elders, if you can help"

Before I finished speaking, the middle-aged man interrupted me and said doubtfully: "Advice from the elders?" Then, he didn't allow me to speak, picked up the box of wine, turned around and entered the room, his voice changed from

A voice came from inside the tin house: "In that case, let's come in first and talk about it later."

Things turned around and everyone was very happy. The middle-aged old man sent out an invitation, and we immediately swarmed into these crumbling, low-pitched iron houses. We no longer dared to think that the smell inside was too strong.

When we entered the house, it was as messy as we imagined, with worn-out furniture and messy items. I even saw underwear piled on the floor together with socks.

The middle-aged man ignored us and kept walking towards the house. In fact, he was walking towards several other connected iron houses, so we had no choice but to follow him.

When we walked to his messy bedroom, we discovered that there was a locked iron door in the innermost part of the bedroom, which led to the innermost iron room.

"It's too messy outside, not a place to talk. Fortunately, there is still some cleanliness in this house. I hope that in this slum, some people can come here to worship and accept new ideas and beliefs. Unfortunately, we have been unsuccessful. We have not succeeded.

Let's talk here." As he spoke, the middle-aged man opened the locked door and was the first to walk in.

We looked at each other in confusion. Could it be that he was really some kind of dark wizard who worshiped the devil? With this curiosity, I was the first to follow his footsteps.

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