Ten minutes later, Song Wenbin and Sutina were squatting on the ground with gloomy faces, and their heads were wet.
There was an old Indian woman in her late seventies holding a large copper leather pot and pouring Ganges River water over the heads of the two people squatting on the ground.
Song Wenbin never wanted to recall the feeling of washing his face, the greasy touch, the bitter aftertaste, and the indescribable mood.
This happened within a few hours of arriving in India. He simply couldn't imagine what the rest of his trip would be like.
After washing his hair, Song Wenbin silently took out a towel from his bag and wiped his face with Sutina.
"Hahahahahahahaha~"
Until they stood up after washing their faces, a certain perpetrator was still laughing maniacally next to them.
Song Wenbin and Su Tina walked towards the motorcycle expressionlessly.
"Hahahahahahahaha~"
Huo Yu followed them, laughing so hard that he was out of breath, his body was limp, and he was swaying as he walked.
"You're so shameless and you still laugh!
"
Song Wenbin said filial piety to Huo Yubao: "Tell me, did you do it on purpose!?"
"I wasn't careful." Huo Yu said with a smile.
"Is it intentional or careless?" Song Wenbin squeezed out from between his teeth.
Huo Yu didn't answer. He laughed so hard that his branches trembled and his neck turned red.
"No, it was obviously agreed that you would drink aloe vera juice, but in the end we drank it together." Sutina choked with sobs.
"Let's share the good things together."
Huo Yu hugged Sutina and said, "We are a team."
Sutina shuddered and did not dare to speak.
"Take advantage of your bastards!"
Song Wenbin angrily yelled: "If you encounter trouble again in the future, you can handle it yourself, I won't be on your team!"
After that, Song Wenbin got on his motorcycle, started it, used the Beidou navigation interactive map to check the location and the city he wanted to go to, and then drove forward along the navigation line.
He made up his mind not to go on this trip with an unscrupulous guy like Huo Yu. Anyway, since he was competing to be the fastest traveler, he could just follow the navigation and ride all the way to Mumbai.
With this thought in mind, he rode all the way, leaving this busy market and heading towards Calcutta city. Not long after, he entered the old city of Calcutta and came to a crossroads.
It was said to be a crossroads, but there was no one directing traffic, and there were no traffic lights. The streets were full of cars, and everyone squeezed forward as hard as they could. It was up to chance whether they would hit the cars or not.
Here, he saw a large number of yellow cars, which should be taxis. Each taxi was colorfully painted. Some had Mr. Modi’s smiling face on the door, and some even had There were statues of Indian gods. These small cars were moving very fast, suitable for the narrow and congested roads in India. Song Wenbin had to be very careful not to hit those cars.
When Song Wenbin passed by, he happened to see a unique and exquisite golden carriage ticking past on the road. There were many garlands and statues on the carriage, which seemed to have some religious purpose.
People on the roadside stopped. Song Wenbin had never seen such a strange thing in China, so he couldn't help but stop the car and stared at it curiously. After Sutina caught up, she also saw the strange golden carriage and took out her mobile phone to take pictures.
When Sutina was taking pictures, many Indians were watching not far away from her with their arms folded. Song Wenbin noticed the eyes of those Indians and couldn't help but be wary.
When Su Tina put down her phone and the golden carriage passed by, Song Wenbin couldn't help but said: "People here seem to think we are quite rare. People are staring at us wherever we go."
"Although China has 1.4 billion people, there are no more than 300,000 tourists visiting India every year." Sutina said, "We are very rare."
"So few people come?" Song Wenbin asked.
Sutina put away her phone, turned her head and thought for a moment, then asked, "Will you come if I want you to come alone?"
Song Wenbin thought for a while and felt that he was not a warrior like Yongzi, so he shook his head like a rattle.
"Not coming."
"If it weren't for work, I wouldn't come," Sutina said.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a bang from behind.
They both turned their heads.
It turned out that Huo Yu had crashed the car, and she saw her little r falling against the door of a taxi, denting the fragile door. At this moment, she was struggling to pull the motorcycle up from the other party's car door.
However, the driver of the motorcycle had already gotten off the other side. The rather fat brown-skinned Indian was shouting loudly and walking towards Huo Yu with an excited expression.
"Yeah." Sutina exclaimed.
Huo Yu's imitating little R was not easy to control, let alone on roads and streets like India. Plus, she was a novice, so it would already cause a crash.
Song Wenbin said he didn't want to care about Huo Yu, but when he saw Huo Yu's accident, he couldn't help but turn the car around and suddenly came to Huo Yu's side.
At this moment, the obese driver was standing in front of Huo Yu, pointing at the place where the two cars touched with an angry look on his face, and jabbering in words that Song Wenbin couldn't understand.
Huo Yu ignored him and just pulled up the car, rode on it, and was about to leave.
However, the other party was anxious and pulled Huo Yu from the back of the car and refused to let her go.
Huo Yu didn't feel that he was at fault in the first place, but he became even more impatient after being criticized. He pushed with one hand and turned around to push away the driver who was dragging the butt of his car.
This action made the driver very angry, and he yelled even louder after being pushed away. When the people around heard the sound, they gathered around and held down Huo Yu's little cock to prevent her from leaving.
Huo Yu was furious. The good mood caused by the aloe vera juice spray was gone. She pointed at the Indian driver and started talking trash in English.
Song Wenbin didn't know what the two people were arguing about, so he asked Sutina: "What happened?"
Su Tina listened for a moment and translated for Song Wenbin: "The driver thought that Huo Yu damaged his car and asked her to pay for it. But Huo Yu said that he got in from behind and she didn't ask him to pay for it. She was generous enough, but now the other party actually asked her to pay for it, which is simply unbelievable."
Song Wenbin narrowed his eyes. If Huo Yu said it, it was indeed the overtaking driver's responsibility.
But the other person doesn't seem to think so. On streets like India, there are no rules at all. Everyone is either overtaking or on the way to overtake.
A group of people held down Huo Yu's car to prevent it from moving. The driver got up from the ground and was about to grab the backpack behind Huo Yu.
If it was their first meeting, Song Wenbin might be worried about such a scene, but now, he just felt that these Indians had chosen the wrong person.
Huo Yu turned around like lightning and pinned the hands of an Indian driver who was trying to snatch her backpack on the motorcycle's fuel tank.
The man was held down and screamed in pain. This caused a commotion among others around them.
Seeing that Huo Yu was about to get angry, Song Wenbin quickly stopped the car and pulled Huo Yu's arm, saying, "Don't make trouble here. We just got off the plane. If something happens, it won't end well."
After seeing Song Wenbin coming, Huo Yu's resentment suddenly found an outlet. She said loudly and aggrievedly: "He came from behind and squeezed me hard. When he squeezed me, he said that I cut his car door open and he wanted me." Does it make sense to lose money?"
Song Wenbin knew that Huo Yu was right, but being right was useless. He realized this very early.
Seeing that there were more and more cars around and the traffic was getting more and more congested, but there was still no traffic policeman who came out to mediate, Song Wenbin was a little impatient. It was not a problem to be stuck like this. Seeing that Huo Yu was unwilling to keep the money, he reached out and took out a few bills from his pocket and gave them to the driver.
The rogue driver got the money, so he stopped complaining.
But he stopped shouting, and the onlookers around him saw the opportunity. One by one, they stretched out their hands to Song Wenbin and said something in their mouths.
Sutina quickly helped translate: "These people are asking you for mediation fees."
Song Wenbin looked at the hands around him and was stunned.
What? Mediation fee, what is that?
"I want you to give me money!" Huo Yu on the side said angrily: "Good Fortune Boy, how much money do you have to spare?"
Seeing that there were more and more people around, some people began to push and push Song Wenbin. It was more like trying to force him to hand over the money than begging.
Song Wenbin was a little annoyed that something like this happened when he first came to India. This was a downtown area, and these guys actually started begging for money on the street. Moreover, I haven't seen a single policeman come to maintain order for so long. I really gave in.
At this time, some people couldn't wait any longer and were afraid that they would not get their share if it took too long. They put their hands into Song Wenbin's pockets and tried to have a buffet.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Huo Yu caught the thief who was trying to steal the money. Bang Bang punched him twice, one to his abdomen and one to his face. Just hit the money-stealing guy until his nosebleeds splattered.
"You dare to steal money in broad daylight. You are so tired of living." Huo Yu said coldly.
She pressed the thief's hand and stared at him fiercely, not letting him move.
The commotion became even worse for a while, and everyone started talking, but no one knew what they were talking about.
Song Wenbin felt bad. Although Huo Yu felt relieved after beating the money thief, the Indians who were watching around him all came around.
Having traveled to so many countries, Song Wenbin has always been very sensitive to changes in the atmosphere around him. He can clearly feel that some Indians have changed from a state of watching a show to a state of causing trouble. If this is not handled well, it will be another stab. There's a hornet's nest.
"Hurry up, let him go." Song Wenbin urged Huo Yudao.
"Let him go? I want to hand this man over to the police!" Huo Yu said loudly.
"Forget about the police. We've been stuck in traffic for so long and we haven't seen any police coming."
Song Wenbin said: "Let's go quickly."
Huo Yu was still unwilling to give in, and then Sutina screamed: "Hey, don't pull my bag!
"
It turned out that someone with dirty hands took advantage of the chaos and secretly pulled her bag.
Huo Yu quickly threw away the thief, rushed over and slapped the person holding Sutina's bag open.
Song Wenbin helped Huo Yuche up and said loudly: "Huo Yu, you ride on my car, my car will be easier to ride!"
The scene became increasingly chaotic. Huo Yu did not dare to delay, so he turned over and mounted Song Wenbin's Flash 300.
Song Wenbin rode on the little R, turned the accelerator, and the vehicle raised its head slightly violently, then knocked the two of them away and sped away.
Those Indians probably didn't expect that Song Wenbin would knock people away and run away, so they immediately started shouting from behind, and some even threw plastic bottles at him.
Song Wenbin lay in the car with his head lowered, not daring to look back. He thought that from now on, if anyone tells him that Indians are peaceful and Buddhist, he will get angry with them.
I don’t know how long I rode this way, going around and around many streets. Song Wenbin finally left the traffic-congested downtown area and came to a relatively secluded temple area.
You can see such Hindu statues and tribute niches everywhere in parks, roadsides, squares, and houses nearby. Of course, in addition to those exquisite temples, there are also some bearded monks who can be seen everywhere. They are barefoot, with chalk paint like ashes on their faces, watching the passers-by.
Song Wenbin had no intention of enjoying the scenery. He was leaving the chaotic downtown area, but Huo Yu and Su Tina did not come out with him.
Feeling uneasy, he stopped the car, pressed the Visa card, and asked, "Where are you?"
The reply came through VisaExpress: "Where are you?"
"I'm in a place where there are temples everywhere." Song Wenbin looked around and said.
"Hello? I can't hear you clearly."
Victoria Express's voice became less clear.
This is caused by the distance being too far.
Song Wenbin glanced at the electronic map. In the chaos just now, Huo Yu and Su Tina chose another way to move forward.
"Are you okay?" Song Wenbin asked loudly.
"We're fine, are you okay?" Sutina's voice came from Victoria Express.
Song Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay. You go out of the city first and then gather together."
"Hahaha, this is a competitive task. Teacher Yan, hurry up and catch up. We won't wait for you." Huo Yu's proud voice came from Victoria Express.
Song Wenbin heard that she still wanted to talk to him about this, and knew that she must be fine, so he immediately stopped talking to her, hung up the phone, started the motorcycle, and continued moving forward.
As a result, as soon as the car started, a white cow rushed out of the alley beside it without any warning. It was walking happily and planned to go to the temple next door to get some food as usual. However, when it reached the middle of the road, it might suddenly have thought There were still a few heifers behind him that hadn't caught up, so he walked across the street with great dignity and flicked his tail a few times.
Song Wenbin's expression changed. He never expected that a cow suddenly jumped out of the one-way road. The next moment he braked, he couldn't stop and hit the cow. He hit someone and knocked him over.
The white bull with tumors was knocked down by the motorcycle and mooed angrily.
"Whose cow came running down the street? Damn it!"
Song Wenbin got up from the ground with a curse and went to help the little r.
The collision wasn't too severe. After all, it wasn't very fast when it started, so it was a little frightened, whether it was him or the cow.
However, as I was helping him, he felt something was wrong, and the surroundings seemed to be particularly quiet.
Song Wenbin looked around and found that everyone around him was looking at him. The monks passing by, the vendors selling betel leaves, the restaurant owners, the diners, and even the woman holding the basket were all looking at him, as if they were looking at him. Look like a visitor from outside the world.
"Why are you looking at me?" Song Wenbin muttered.
The next second, there was a sharp siren.
A police motorcycle swerved from the corner of the street with lightning speed and came to a stop in front of Song Wenbin.
Riding on the motorcycle was a middle-aged, fat, brown-skinned policeman, wearing sunglasses and a baton. He looked very pretentious.
He pulled up his pants, got out of the police car, checked the mooing white cow, then strode up to Song Wenbin, pulled down his sunglasses, put his hands on his hips, and stared at him with cold eyes. Looking at him.
