Go to a windy place and wait for the wind to come

Chapter 103 Wind Chimes in Kathmandu

When Damai was called down by Xu Hongdou, she looked like a little girl who couldn't hide her thoughts.

Pretending to be nonchalant, he insisted on asking Nana and Xu Hongdou to accompany him to the ancient town tomorrow, and even sent an invitation to Zhang Wentao, who was talking to Master Ma, via WeChat.

Looking at the blunt invitation text, Zhang Wentao couldn't help laughing out loud.

Fortunately, Master Ma focused on flipping through the materials he just got, and didn't pay much attention to it.

After returning to the room, he took a shower and washed off the oily smell from his body with warm hot water. Zhang Wentao casually picked up the notebook on the table, opened it and entered the password.

"What a worry-free guy."

After Zhang Wentao opened the website and directly entered the simple interface, it may be because he thought of a madman during the day, or it may be because the two of them talked about the return of the pigeon.

The tranquility of the night reminded him of his friends far away.

After making complaints about the other party, he remembered the song recommended to him by the lunatic before he left. He typed word by word on the search website: "Wind Chimes of Kathmandu"

In Nepal, Zhang Wentao is impressive.

There was news about a major earthquake in this place many years ago. Even though he was still far away in France at that time, he could learn about the poverty and backwardness of this country through newspapers every day.

As the second poorest country in Asia, people here are famous for feeling "happiness".

But Zhang Wentao does not approve of this "happiness", because he can meet foreign workers from Nepal and his neighboring countries all over the world.Many of them are engaged in the hardest jobs in the local area and receive the meager wages of foreign workers.

When he was working, he also encountered chefs or waiters from Nepal, who were basically the bottom wave of the restaurant.

When chatting with nothing to do, I realized that even the lowest monthly salary in France is almost catching up with or even exceeding their annual income in their own country.

So what kind of measure is this so-called "happiness"?

Zhang Wentao couldn't figure it out.

"Fuck, this song..." Seeing the column of singers, Zhang Wentao grinned. Fortunately, he didn't care about singers and the like, he just wanted to hear what crazy people would recommend in this place.

Or learn from the side, what is it about that crappy place that attracts lunatics to go there often.

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 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 dreams outside the window

Feel the two lonely hearts in these boundless years
like nothing we've ever seen
That string of wind chimes in Kathmandu

its not here nowhere

But it lingers in our hearts…”

...

Outside the door, Xu Hongdou ate a little rice noodles before going back to the house, planning travel arrangements for Damai's birthday.At the dinner table just now, she and Nana were almost overwhelmed when they heard Damai's invitation to travel together.

The people in the small courtyard, only Ma Ye didn't know that Damai was going to celebrate his birthday, and everyone else had already started to prepare.

Only Barley was kept in the dark, and he didn't know the plan of several people.

Humming the melody he didn't know where he heard it, Xu Hongdou, who was in a good mood, walked through the moonlight, and just stepped up the steps, when he heard faint singing from Zhang Wentao's room.

At the beginning of the prelude, she walked out of the door softly and slowly with some curiosity, and put her ear on the door of room 5.She thought to herself that this was the first time she had heard music in Zhang Wentao's room.

No wonder this guy still had a smile on his face when he greeted him 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 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 dreams outside the window

Feel the two lonely hearts in these boundless years
like nothing we've ever seen
That string of wind chimes in Kathmandu

......"

After the music ended, there was no other sound in the room.

But outside the door, after listening quietly, Xu Hongdou retreated to her room with a complicated expression. The sound of opening the door was exceptionally soft, without a single sound.

After closing the door, he glanced sideways at the small card pinned to the photo.

Xu Hongdou feels that her heart at the moment is very complicated: there is a hint of surprise, a touch of touch, but more unspeakable things hovering in her heart.

"Childish." After a long time, Xu Hongdou made a quiet voice, and couldn't help complaining about Zhang Wentao who was listening to the song in the room.

Didn't you meet him when you were downstairs just now?
If you have anything to say, don't say it face to face, and insist on engaging in such vulgar clips to disturb people's hearts.

Still want to hold me in your arms?
Go to do your spring and autumn dream!
But complaining and complaining, a sense of sadness entered Xu Hongdou's heart from nowhere, she lowered her head, and a tear fell on the wooden board.

Who and you are two lonely hearts!
Still feel the wind?Feel the lost years?

On this quiet and peaceful night, Xu Hongdou, who was leaning on the door panel, burst into tears, because of a line of lyrics, she thought of her friend, Chen Nanxing...

She once said in a dream: The wind here comes from all directions.

But at this moment, she is nowhere to be found, but she is hidden in Xu Hongdou's heart...

……

Air crash rescue, even in developed areas, is a difficult task.

The infrastructure is weak and the mountainous roads are in dire condition. The local area can only dispatch a helicopter rescue team to arrive at the crash site as soon as possible.The first to arrive are often the most experienced rescuers in the area.

Here, due to the complex wind direction, the aging of the aircraft and maintenance problems, there are crashes every year.

The big airliner went down...

A plane in Turkey rushed off the runway because the runway at Kathmandu Airport was too potholed during landing, and the landing gear was damaged. It almost caused a serious accident and the airport was closed directly...

All kinds of accidents make rescuers no longer think of it as an "accident" when they face the crash of a helicopter or a small passenger plane crossing a 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 looked at the accident scene for the first time, their hearts sank.

After the rescue operation was quickly launched, the results were not satisfactory. The crew, flight attendants, and passengers on the plane were not spared.

They didn't have time to feel the grief. After collecting the remains of the victims as much as possible, they cooperated with the second and third batches of rescuers to find effective information on the victims as much as possible.

For the follow-up work...

The next day, Zhang Wentao got up early in the morning. There were a lot of things to do today, so he wanted to go early and do more during the day.

When it's almost evening, leave early and go to the bar to meet Hu Youyu, Xu Hongdou, Damai, Nana and the others.

"Like the Kathmandu wind chimes that none of us have ever rang..."

Humming the melody I wrote down while listening to the song last night, Zhang Wentao walked out of the room in a happy mood. Just to the east of the courtyard, a faint morning glow, like oozing watercolors, made me look sideways with delight.

"Good morning!"

Stretching his back, Zhang Wentao sighed softly while welcoming the morning glow, and then left the small courtyard.

　Please comment, thank you

　　This paragraph has been considered for a long time, and it has been paved for a long time. I hope readers can appreciate the author's intentions.

　　However, the author's writing is limited, please forgive me.

　　
　
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