Chapter 103 Wind Chimes in Kathmandu (please vote for me, please vote for recommendations)
Author: Lao Tuo
Chapter 103 Wind Chimes in Kathmandu (please vote for me, please vote for recommendations)
When Damai was called down by Xu Hongdou, she looked like a little girl who couldn't hide her worries.
Pretending to be nonchalant, he insisted on asking Nana and Xu Hongdou to accompany him to the ancient town tomorrow, and also sent an invitation via WeChat to Zhang Wentao, who was talking to Mr. Ma.
Looking at the blunt invitation text, Zhang Wentao couldn't help laughing.
Fortunately, Mr. Ma was concentrating on flipping through the information he had just obtained and didn't pay too much attention.
After returning to the room, he took a shower and washed away the smell of oil fumes with warm hot water. Zhang Wentao casually picked up the notebook on the table, opened it and entered the password.
"What a troublesome guy."
Zhang Wentao opened the website and entered the simple interface directly. Maybe it was because he had thought about madmen during the day, or maybe it was because the two of them talked about the return of the pigeon in their chat.
The tranquility of the night reminded him of his distant friends again.
After complaining about the other party, he remembered the song recommended to him by the madman before leaving, and he typed it word by word on the search website: "Wind Chimes of Kathmandu"
Zhang Wentao has an impression of Nepal.
Many years ago, there was news about a major earthquake in this place. Even though he was still far away in France at that time, he could learn about the country's poverty and backwardness through newspapers every day.
As the second poorest country in Asia, people here are world-famous for feeling "happiness".
But Zhang Wentao doesn't quite recognize this "happiness", because you can meet foreign workers from Nepal and neighboring countries all over the world. Many of them are engaged in the hardest jobs in the local area and earn the meager wages of foreign workers.
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When he was working, he also encountered kitchen workers or waiters from Nepal, who were basically the ones at the bottom of the restaurant.
When we were chatting, we realized that even the lowest monthly salary in France is almost as much as or even more than what they earn in a year in their own country.
So what exactly is this so-called "happiness"?
Zhang Wentao couldn't understand.
"Oh, this song..." Zhang Wentao grinned when he saw the column of singers. Fortunately, he didn't care about singers or anything like that. He just wanted to hear what this place had to recommend to the madman.
Or maybe you can find out from a side perspective what is it about that shabby place that attracts madmen to it.
Thinking about it, he found a comfortable position, nestled on the sand and turned on the music.
"Baby, you know there's no point in us arguing like this.
It's better to lie quietly in your arms and fall asleep gently
Feel the wind, feel the existence, feel the breath of the dream outside the window
Feel the two lonely hearts in these vast years
Like nothing we've ever seen
The string of Kathmandu wind chimes
it's not here nowhere to be found
But it lingers in our hearts..."
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Outside the door, Xu Hongdou ate some rice noodles and prepared to go back to the house to plan a trip for Damai's birthday. At the dinner table just now, she and Nana almost couldn't hold themselves together when they heard Damai's invitation to travel together.
Among the people in the small courtyard, only Mr. Ma doesn't know that Damai is having a birthday, and everyone else has already started to prepare.
Only Da Mai was kept in the dark and didn't know what the others were planning.
Humming a melody he heard from nowhere, Xu Hongdou was in a good mood and walked through the moonlight. As soon as he stepped up the steps, he heard faint singing coming from Zhang Wentao's room.
As soon as the prelude started, she walked out of the door softly and curiously, and put her ear to the door of Room 5. She thought that this was the first time she heard music in Zhang Wentao's room.
No wonder this guy had a smile on his face when he greeted me just now. It seems that he is in a good mood today.
With the anxiety of spying on other people's hearts, Xu Hongdou unexpectedly noticed that her face seemed a little hot, as if she felt a little ashamed for doing something wrong.
"Baby, you know there's no point in us arguing like this.
It's better to lie quietly in your arms and fall asleep gently
Feel the wind, feel the existence, feel the breath of the dream outside the window
Feel the two lonely hearts in these vast years
Like nothing we've ever seen
The string of Kathmandu wind chimes
…”
After the music ended, there was no other sound in the room.
Outside the door, after listening quietly, Xu Hongdou returned to his room with a complicated expression. The sound of opening the door was extremely soft, and no sound was made.
After closing the door, I looked sideways and saw the small card pinned to the photo.
Xu Hongdou felt that her heart at the moment was very complicated: there was a hint of surprise, a touch of touch, but mostly unspeakable things swirling in her heart.
"Childish." After a long time, Xu Hongdou made a quiet sound, and couldn't help complaining about Zhang Wentao who was sitting in the room listening to music.
Didn't you meet me when you were downstairs just now?
If you have something to say, don't say it face to face, instead make this kind of vulgar clip to disturb people's hearts.
Still want to hold me in your arms?
Go ahead and dream of your spring and autumn dreams!
But as she complained, a sense of sadness rushed into Xu Hongdou's heart from nowhere. She lowered her head, and a tear fell on the wooden board.
Who has two lonely hearts with you?
Still feeling the wind? Feeling the boundless years?
On this quiet and peaceful night, Xu Hongdou, who was leaning on the door panel, burst into tears. Because of a lyric, she thought of her friends and Chen Nanxing...
She once said in a dream: The wind here comes from all directions.
But at this moment, she was nowhere to be found, but she was hiding in Xu Hongdou's heart...
…
Air crash rescue is a difficult task even in developed areas.
The infrastructure is weak and the roads in the mountainous areas are in poor condition. The local area can only dispatch helicopter rescue teams to arrive at the scene of the air crash as soon as possible. And the first people to arrive are often the most experienced local rescuers.
Here, due to complex wind directions, the age of the aircraft and maintenance issues, crashes occur every year.
A large passenger plane fell over...
A Turkish plane was landing because the runway at Kathmandu Airport was too bumpy, and its landing gear was damaged and it ran off the runway. It almost caused a serious accident and the airport was closed directly...
Various accidents have made rescuers no longer think of it as an "accident" when faced with the crash of a helicopter or a small passenger plane crossing a mountain ridge.
On the helicopter ride to the scene of the incident, they also prayed for the unfortunate plane, hoping that someone would be lucky enough to survive.
But when they arrived at the scene and took a look at the accident scene, their hearts dropped.
After a quick rescue operation, the result was unsatisfactory. None of the crew, flight attendants, and passengers on the plane were spared.
They had no time to feel their grief. After collecting the bodies of the victims as much as possible, they cooperated with the second and third batch of rescuers to find effective information about the victims as much as possible.
For future work...
The next day, Zhang Wentao got up early. There were a lot of things to do today, and he wanted to go early and do more during the day.
When it was almost evening, I left early and went to the bar to meet Hu Youyu, Xu Hongdou, Damai, and Nana.
"Just like the string of Kathmandu wind chimes that none of us have ever rang..."
Humming the melody he had memorized while listening to the song last night, Zhang Wentao walked out of the room in a happy mood. Just to the east of the yard, a faint glow of morning glow, like seeping watercolor, attracted a pleasant side glance.
"Good morning!"
Stretching his back, Zhang Wentao sighed softly as he welcomed the morning glow, and then left the small courtyard.
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However, the author's writing skills are limited, so please forgive me.