The next morning, it was cloudy and rainy, but despite this, the temperature remained stable at a certain level, and the winter here is not cold during the day.

We set off early in the morning, of course, with that box of Wuliangye, and Ruyue and I were not embarrassed by last night's conversation, we were still talking and laughing, as if we had forgotten last night's conversation.

The slums on a rainy day are more difficult to navigate than on a sunny day, all kinds of mud make the feet slippery, and because of the mess, there is a sticky feeling underfoot, but the stench here is finally less pungent than on a sunny day.

My memory has always been excellent, and since I was here once yesterday, this messy slum was full of twists and turns, and I still found the tin house.

It was me who knocked on the door, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a sense of panic because the tin house was crumbling, and the whole room was shaking as I knocked on the door.

"Who is it? It's still morning, so don't let people sleep? Soon there was a response from inside the room, still the same irascible and vicissitudes of life.

I'm a little speechless, I have to sleep in the afternoon, and I don't get up lazy in the morning, is this person's life sleeping?

Despite this, I replied loudly in English: "It's us, the one who came yesterday!" ”

"Damn, didn't you hear me? Hurry up and get out without any wine. The voice was filled with great impatience.

"Sir, in fact we have got the wine you want, and it is a case, would you like to see us?" I replied loudly, deliberately emphasizing the quantifier of a box.

There was silence in the room, was it shock?

Just as I was guessing, the tin door suddenly opened, because it was too fast, and there was a slight breeze, and it also released some of the stench from the house, I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and endured it!

At this time, I saw clearly that standing in front of me was a pure Indian, with skin darker than Wal-Mart, ordinary appearance, skin that had already shown old age, messy gray hair and beard reminded me of Master, and the only thing worth mentioning was his big eyes, bright and full of color, like the feeling of a newborn baby.

I was amazed, how could an adult have such eyes? Could it be that this person's soul is as pure as a baby's?

I was watching him, and before I could speak, the man was yelling at me, "Where's the wine?" Where is the wine? You'd better not tease me, if you tease me, 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 out a bottle to the old man.

As soon as the old man saw this wine, his eyes lit up, and he snatched it up, unscrewed the lid, and muttered: "If you can get this wine in India, you still have some skills, but don't try to fool me with fakes, I only need to smell it to tell that I am actually better than the best taster." ”

I was dumbfounded at his 'vicious' appearance, forgetting to remind him that in fact, great tasters don't drink in order to keep their 'professional' nose.

"Genuine." After unscrewing the lid and sniffing it deeply, the old man couldn't help but show an intoxicated expression, and then lifted the wine bottle and was about to start taking a sip for himself.

But at this moment, I saw the opportunity, snatched the bottle from his hand, and sat down on the remaining box of wine, shaking the wine bottle and saying, "Hey, we are here to find someone, not to bring you wine, if you want to drink this bottle, you have to answer at least one question, you know?" ”

"What questions did you answer?" Seeing that the wine in his hand was robbed, this middle-aged old man who looked a little vicissitudes (I don't know whether to define him as middle-aged or an old man) showed an uncomfortable expression like a cat's heart, but he didn't come to rob it like a scoundrel, let alone say anything threatening.

It's just a detail, I know that in fact, the person in front of me is an extremely principled person, not his, even if he has the ability to take it by force, he won't even say a word about the threats that he didn't leave before.

"You know we're here for someone, I wonder if you're Johnny?" I asked seriously, in fact, in my heart, there were already eight or nine points of certainty, the person in front of me may really be Johnny.

When he heard my question, his expression was calm, and then he told me categorically: "No! ”

No? He's not? My heart was disappointed all at once, but I still handed the bottle of wine in my hand to the middle-aged man, and then turned away with some disappointment, while Wal-Mart was behind me, busy picking up the rest of the wine and leaving.

On this drizzly morning. Is a hopeful thread going to be broken like this?

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

"Do you have to take that case with you? Looking at what you are wearing, you know that you are such a rich man, can you bear to just take away a case of wine that gives the poor man hope in life? It was the voice of the middle-aged man.

"You'd better loosen my pants, I'm not quite sure what you're talking about? I'm fucking rich, but I also know not to waste it, can you let go of your hand? These pants aren't fucking cheap. Wal-Mart's voice was very helpless.

I was disappointed, but I still turned my head to look, and I happened to see that the middle-aged old man was holding Wal-Mart's thigh, unwilling to let Wal-Mart leave, and his eyes were shining staring at the wine box in Wal-Mart's hand, and when he saw me looking at him, he looked at me again, and then withdrew his gaze.

I don't know why, I always feel that this person's eyes are irresistible in purity, and contain a kind of real compassion, but also tragic vicissitudes, so at that moment I couldn't help but say to Wal-Mart: "Forget it, give it to him." If you don't mind, I'll pay for this case. ”

"Huh?" Wal-Mart couldn't help but look at me in surprise and said, "He actually drank a bottle for nothing, Chengyi, you don't know the slums of India, the people here are willing to degenerate, bringing a lot of social problems, you shouldn't sympathize with them"

Wal-Mart chattered, but my eyes were very insistent.

Wal-Mart sighed, put down his wine helplessly, and said, "Okay, as you wish!" But I won't charge you money for wine, after all, you are a little hero respected by my master and uncle. ”

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

Everyone followed me, and the mood was not too good, the most promising one, defeated by the ruthless reality, everyone has a sense of frustration, right?

But I hadn't taken a few steps when the voice of the middle-aged man suddenly came from behind me: "Hey, that young man, I want to ask you what the hell are you looking for Johnny?" ”

Hearing this, I didn't turn around yet, but I couldn't help but smile in surprise, and then I turned around and asked loudly, "Do you know Johnny?" ”

"There's no one who knows him better than I do, if we're talking about Johnny the same person." The middle-aged man suddenly smiled at me, and the white teeth shone unusually well, and sure enough, the skin was black, and the teeth were white, and I thought boredly in my heart.

But the man had already run over quickly, and said to the old man sincerely, "Can we go in and talk?" In fact, I asked Johnny for the advice of the elders, if you can help."

Before I finished speaking, the middle-aged old man had already interrupted me and said suspiciously: "Elder guidance? Then, when he would not allow me to speak, he picked up the crate of wine, turned and went into the house, and the voice came from the tin room: "In that case, let's talk about it first." ”

Things took a turn for the better, everyone was happy, the middle-aged man sent out an invitation, and we immediately swarmed into these crumbling, low tin houses, and no longer dared to think that the smell was too strong.

And when we entered the house, it was as dirty as we imagined, with shabby furniture, messy clutter, and I even saw panties piled on the floor with socks.

The middle-aged man ignored us and kept walking towards the house, in fact, towards the other tin houses that were connected, and we had to follow.

It was only when we walked to his messy bedroom that we found that there was a locked iron door in the innermost part of the bedroom, which led to the innermost tin house.

"It's too messy outside, it's not a place to talk, but fortunately there is still a place in this house that is tidy, and I hope that in this slum, someone will come here to worship and accept new ideas and beliefs, but unfortunately it has not been successful. Let's stop here and talk. As he spoke, the middle-aged man opened the locked door and was the first to enter.

And we looked at each other, could it really be some kind of dark wizard, worshipping the devil? With this curiosity, I was the first to follow in his footsteps.