Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 608 608. Scarlet Christmas (11) (Volume 1 Final Chapter)

The snow was neither dense nor heavy, but it couldn't hold back the northerly wind that was blowing faster and faster.The snow was torn by the wind a few times and then lost its backbone, and flew up in the sky, slapping Dong Qiangqiang's face like a mouth that doesn't want money.

His hair, eyebrows, clothes and trousers were covered with snow, and his ankles were also covered by snow, which was exactly the same as the scene he encountered when he and Du Lan got off the bus just now: nearly ten centimeters of snow had accumulated at the station in the old city Thick, one foot down is a snow pit.

But he sat on the bench in the maze of the woods, but he was surprisingly quiet. He neither brushed off the snowflakes that fell on his body nor breathed in his hands. He just sat quietly, like a statue.

The time the two agreed to meet had passed, but Zhou Zhihai did not show up as scheduled.However, Dong Qiangqiang had expected this kind of situation, so he was not in a hurry. He believed that since the other party took the initiative to ask him out, there would be more actions.Old Chen's clues have been cut off. His only hope now lies in Zhou Zhihai. Even if he hates this person from the bottom of his heart, he can only put his likes and dislikes aside at this time and treat him like a living doctor.

About half an hour ago, the bus threw Dong Qiangqiang and Du Lan to the station, and after making a dull sound of air brakes behind them, it staggered away, like an elderly man trembling on the road. ice in winter.

Taking advantage of Du Lan's efforts to find the place to meet Zhou Zhihai on the map, Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help lighting a cigarette for himself.Ever since the two started talking about friends, Dong Qiangqiang began to reduce smoking consciously, but whenever he felt restless or depressed, he still couldn't control it.He knows that smoking is harmful to health, but the nicotine in cigarettes is said to stimulate the brain to secrete dopamine, and dopamine is a substance that can bring people spiritual pleasure and improve happiness. At this time, his heart is depressed, which is the critical moment when he needs dopamine .

But until he smoked the filter, the so-called sense of happiness did not appear. Maybe the weather in Stockholm is too cold, and the dopamine hibernates, he thought to himself.

He couldn't help looking up at the night sky. The sporadic small snowflakes fell from the dark clouds that covered the sky and covered the sun for several kilometers above the old city. Those dark clouds seemed not much higher than those ancient buildings. The illusion of being able to yank them off by reaching out.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Du Lan, who had already found the meeting place, handed Dong Qiangqiang the map: "We need to go through the old town to get to the maze of trees mentioned by Zhou Zhihai. It takes about 20 minutes to walk. If you are in a hurry, you can also take a taxi. .”

Dong Qiangqiang waved his hand: "It's just stupid to wait in the past now, just stroll over there."

Du Lan put the map into his backpack, pointed at the light at the end of the street and suggested, "That's the Christmas market in the old city, since you plan to go there, pay more attention to the surrounding ancient buildings and routes, maybe next time Bringing a group will come in handy.”

Several days of heavy snow had already turned this place into a white world. The two walked in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The snow creaked under their feet. All the way into the lungs smoothly, making him much more awake than when he got out of the car.

Decorative lanterns are hung on both sides of the street, and the bright orange light reveals a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.The magnificent medieval buildings and steeple churches standing proudly among them, the narrow, winding and cramped streets and alleys paved with round cobblestones, and the smoke and smoke from the fairytale-like houses all seem to tell Dong Qiangqiang, This old city, which has not been ravaged by war for more than 200 years, looks like other ancient European cities.

The content of the Swedish Christmas market is very similar to that of the German Christmas market, but the scale is more spectacular, and whether it is handicrafts or Christmas trees, they all have a rough and heroic style.Compared with the Swedes, the style of the Germans has become delicate and graceful.Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help thinking of the words of his political teacher: the blood of the Vikings flows in the veins of the Swedes.

The two who were tired from walking casually entered the roadside snack bar, each ordered a large glass of steaming Christmas red wine, paired with freshly caught trout and salmon, and reindeer meat with various berry sauces, It is a communion.

"Do you think he just wants money?" Du Lan sipped his red wine.

"A person like him will definitely do this." Dong Qiangqiang was very sure.

"Then promise me that you won't lose your temper no matter what he says when we talk later." Du Lan raised his glass.

"I don't have any problem giving him money, as long as he can really tell me where Lao Bai is."

The wine glasses touched lightly, and a few drops of red wine splashed on the snow, which was as bright red as blood.

The fire in the iron barrel stove outside the snack bar was in full swing, and the roasted thick wood crackled from time to time, and occasionally, countless sparks would be exploded with a "bang", and then dissipated in the air in an instant.

As soon as the two of them put down their wine glasses, the wind over the old city picked up, and the rebellious fir trees (Christmas trees) swayed wildly in the wind.The wind blows up the snow on the roof, branches and ground, and the snow particles flying all over the sky are like an impenetrable gauze, and the small lanterns hanging on the fir trees also become flashes in the wind and snow A flash of light.Under the Christmas tree, the young believers in red medieval friar’s robes were not driven away by the wind and snow. Instead, they sang Christmas carols loudly. The pious and powerful melody drove away the cold wave and brought comfort and new hope to the people who had worked for a year. .

When the two set off again and passed by a knife stand next to a fountain in the middle of the square, Dong Qiangqiang's eyes were attracted by a row of cold weapons shining coldly. He didn't know the Swedish written on the banner of the stall, so he asked Du Lan in a low voice, Du Lan glanced at him and told him: "It says 'ancestral skills, royal use'."

Dong Qiangqiang inspected the knives placed on the booth, pondered for a long time, and finally picked up a dagger with a sharp blade, smooth lines, and a cold air. A line of striking English letters was printed on the knife: FALLKNIVEN, presumably it belonged to a knife brand.

"Beautiful." Dong Qiangqiang subconsciously glanced at the price while admiring it, and found that it cost 800 marks.He wanted to bargain, but the stall owner said he would not bargain, so he had to put down the knife regretfully and continue walking forward.

Du Lan saw all this in his eyes, paid the money quickly, took the knife box and chased after him.

When the two went round and round to a T-shaped street corner with dilapidated walls and red bricks falling out, Du Lan finally received Zhou Zhihai's call again.

"Have you arrived yet?" Zhou Zhihai asked with a slap in the face, "Or has he arrived?"

"Soon." Du Lan answered calmly.

"If he's not there in 10 minutes, it will be over." Zhou Zhihai threatened to drop the phone.

Du Lan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately Zhou Zhihai didn't let Dong Qiangqiang run back and forth like Lao Chen did.

Zhou Zhihai decided to meet at a maze of trees covering an area of ​​over 3 square meters surrounded by [-]-meter-high green plants. A cobblestone corridor is laid in the middle of the green plants, which is convenient for tourists to walk through.

"I won't go in." Du Lan sent Dong Qiangqiang to the door, "so as not to cause unnecessary disputes."

Dong Qiangqiang felt Du Lan's thoughtfulness: "Alright. Then you wait here for me. I'll go and come back quickly."

Du Lan handed Dong Qiangqiang the knife he was looking for: "Be smart, be careful of his tricks."

Dong Qiangqiang wanted to say, "You are making too much of a fuss", but in the end he silently took the knife and put it in his arms, and disappeared at the entrance of the maze with the cash box.

The manic snowstorm completely covered his footprints in a short while, as if he had never appeared.

Looking at the unpredictable aurora that suddenly appeared in the distant sky, Du Lan couldn't help praying secretly, hoping that Dong Qiangqiang could find out the whereabouts of Lao Bai this time.

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