Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 17

Whether it is a university or not, since I have already come, I simply go in and have a look. Even if it is not a university, it is a beautiful thing to see the German palace.

Thinking of this, Dong Qiangqiang took a deep breath of the fresh morning air as he walked slowly towards the main entrance of the palace along the blue-gray stone pavement under his feet.

In front of the palace is an open green area of ​​Asakusa. Dong Qiangqiang made a visual inspection and estimated that it could be a few thousand square meters.But what attracted his attention more was a statue in the shape of a galloping horse in the middle of the green space.

I don't know when the statue was erected, and the whole body of the horse was covered with a layer of oxide between cyan and green.The horse's head was held high, as if it was neighing, the mane on the neck fluttered in the wind, the two strong front hooves were lifted high into the air, and the two hind legs were firmly plunged into the uneven ground.

Dong Qiangqiang took a closer look and saw that the muscle texture of the horse's head, neck, back and legs was about to emerge, the statue was lifelike, and the primitive beauty of a wild force emerged spontaneously.

After seeing the statue, Dong Qiangqiang looked sideways at the palace.He doesn't know much about architecture, and feels that the overall shape of the palace is like an early Gothic style. , but the height is only one-third of the height of the middle tower, and the tower on the right is different from the other two towers, with a small spire.

Dong Qiangqiang walked towards the oval palace gate. When he came to the steps below the door, he saw a statue of a male lion lying on the left and right sides of the door. The color of the statue's surface was very similar to that of a galloping horse. .Two pillar-like front claws lay on the ground, with round eyes, a beard like steel needles attached to both sides under the nose, the corners of the mouth raised slightly, revealing a set of fangs, it stared coldly ahead, as if it would jump out at any time. Same.

Dong Qiangqiang remembered that when he was in a language class in China, the German teacher once told them in the culture class: Europe has a cultural tradition of worshipping lions, especially the British, Germans and French.They think the lion is the real king of beasts.

I don't know if this is the same as the stone lions placed at the gates of many institutions in China.As Dong Qiangqiang thought about it, he was about to reach out and touch the copper lion.Suddenly, he thought: If this is not allowed to be touched casually, wouldn't he be embarrassing for Chinese students?Thinking of this, his outstretched hand shrank back.

He continued to walk up the steps, and saw many plaques of different colors hanging on the beige wall tiles behind the bronze lion, one of which read a row of black letters: University of Hannover.

It turned out to be a university. Dong Qiangqiang was a little surprised. He was about to push the door to go in, but the two wide glass doors were locked from the inside, and Dong Qiangqiang did not push it.

He was looking inside. A security guard in uniform walked towards him from inside. The man pointed to his watch and said to Dong Qiangqiang, "It's too early, come back later."

Dong Qiangqiang glanced at his watch, didn't it, it was just 6:12 in the morning.

He strolled down the steps and followed the stone road to the door of the library next to the university. Naturally, the door was not open. He looked around and saw a shop not far away, a man in a white uniform. Someone was setting the table at the door, and he walked over.

It turned out to be a bakery.The area of ​​this bakery is not large, it seems to be about 10 square meters, but there are quite a lot of kinds of bread in the cabinet. Dong Qiangqiang made a rough selection, and there are 34 kinds of bread in different flavors and shapes.

There is a kind of bun that looks similar to the domestic steamed bun, but the German bread is baked, and there is a grin on the top of the bread.

Dong Qiangqiang was appreciating carefully when someone suddenly said from behind the cabinet, "This kind of bread with sausage and jam is the best."

Dong Qiangqiang looked up and saw a gracious, sturdy German aunt smiling at him. He immediately responded politely in German: "Good morning. I want to pick again."

"Of course." The German aunt was still smiling, "Are you here to travel?"

"Oh, no, I'm a student." Dong Qiangqiang continued to answer while picking up the bread.

"Korean? Japanese?" There were no customers in the store at this time, and the aunt was chatting with Dong Qiangqiang while packing up the things near the checkout counter.

"I'm Chinese." Dong Qiangqiang stood up straight, looked at the German aunt and said seriously.

"Oh, the Chinese." The aunt's interest suddenly rose. "I've been to China BJ, um, yes, BJ's Great Wall, very majestic. Oh, and the Forbidden City, it's so beautiful, it's incredible. Incredible."

"The Forbidden City is indeed very good." Dong Qiangqiang suggested, "You should go there a few more times."

"But my favorite is BJ's roast duck, um, it's delicious." Auntie put the freshly baked bread in the glass cabinet and reminisced, "It's really delicious! I want to eat a few more. Second-rate."

Looking at the aunt's expression, Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help but chuckle in his heart: This may have something to do with her occupation.

One old and one young chatted casually, and the number of people in the store gradually increased.

Dong Qiangqiang found that there are many people who buy Berliner bread and baguette in the store, and there are no distinction between men, women and children.

The so-called Berliner bun is a deep-fried hamburger-shaped bun sprinkled with a thick layer of white sugar, and then filled with cream or chocolate sauce and other fillings of different flavors.

The French baguette, as the name suggests, is a long strip of French bread, or it should be called a German baguette in Germany. The general way to eat it is to slice the bread with sausage slices, jam, butter, green garlic and other seasonings, and heat it in the oven for 1 hour. Eat it a few minutes later, the color, flavor and taste are all good.

Dong Qiangqiang finally chose a baguette and an original croissant, as well as a glass of milk and two German sausages.

He was sitting on the side of the street, eating breakfast, watching the calm people coming and going at the intersection, listening to the unknown birds chirping overhead, watching the fat pigeons with crumbs on their legs, smelling a mixture of The air with the fragrance of flowers and bread smells that life is particularly beautiful.

Just then, he suddenly received a text message on his phone.

Dong Qiangqiang finished the last sausage and drank the milk.He wiped his mouth and took out his phone.

The content of the text message is only one line of English: Take care of yourself! (Take care of yourself!)

When his eyes fell on the sender, he couldn't help but be stunned.

It's her!

Dong Qiangqiang's mood suddenly improved.He glanced at his watch, it was almost 8 o'clock.

He stood up, picked up his backpack, and strode toward the university.

(End of this chapter)