Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 842 842. Christmas Magic
Before dawn on the morning of the 24th, Dong Qiangqiang woke up, curled up in his sleeping bag and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Although the old lady provided heating, the heater was not burning hot. Even if the handle of the heater was turned to the hottest setting, the heater still didn't feel hot to the touch.In this way, the room temperature is naturally not too high, so he still sleeps in the sleeping bag.

But this did not prevent him from thinking about things in the sleeping bag, until he got out of the sleeping bag after he had arranged all the things to do in the morning in order in his mind.

He seldom draws the curtains when he sleeps at night. Although the sky is not bright yet, he can already roughly see the large dark clouds of different gray shades densely covering the sky. Pushing and shoving, gray on the far horizon.Dramatic cloud cover, dawn light, and a vague mist made his landscape all the more captivating.

The apple tree outside the window has long lost its summer vigor, and almost all the leaves on the branches have withered.When the wind blows at dawn, there are only a few pieces of the strongest left shivering in the wind, with desolate eyes everywhere.More than half of the water in the pond evaporated after winter, and the remaining water gradually froze in the colder days.Ducks and geese come out to look for food far less often than chickens, as if the winter has frozen their courage to test the cold.

The weather forecast has long said that there will be heavy snowfall on Christmas Eve, and there may even be blizzards in some areas.No matter whether it ends up going down or not, judging from the astronomical situation early in the morning, the atmosphere has already been well prepared.Dong Qiangqiang only knew that Lao Ding arrived at Trier Railway Station at noon, and everyone else would drive over.He expected Lao Bai and others to arrive as soon as possible to avoid the impact of bad weather.

He had just finished getting dressed and was about to go for a run to detoxify and produce more dopamine when he heard a fluttering sound coming from the yard downstairs, as well as the faint neighing of chickens.

He was startled, and instantly realized that some animal might be attacking the poultry, so he rushed downstairs.

When he rushed to the backyard, he saw the landlady Yulia was wearing work clothes, holding the scissors for pruning branches in her right hand, her back was turned to him, and she was staring at the distant door in a daze.

He carefully approached the landlord from behind with a leaf-sweeping rake, and at the same time asked tentatively, "Good morning, Ms. Yulia. What was the voice just now?"

The landlord didn't look back, and raised his finger to point to the direction of the door: "The chicken was taken away."

Dong Qiangqiang walked slowly towards the door, the dewdrops on the grass glistened under the mist rising from the gliding, and a string of dark red blood stains and scattered chicken feathers could be faintly seen.

There is nothing outside the door, only the endless north wind.

Dong Qiangqiang turned to look at the landlord, shook his head regretfully, and was about to go to the poultry house, but saw the landlord turned around and walked towards the kitchen without saying a word. He glanced at the chicken coop, and then followed in three steps past.

As soon as he walked into the kitchen, Dong Qiangqiang felt his eyes light up.

The old lady had placed a lot of decorations in the kitchen that was still a little empty yesterday: various star lights hanging down along with the kitchen lights, a rattan reindeer half the size of a real deer was standing in the fruit storage area. Beside the cloth basket, it looks like looking down for food. The wide kitchen table for cooking is full of various flowers and several Christmas wreaths that have already been tied. Several pairs of red boots are hung on the top of different furniture, and there are gift boxes. Surrounded by silver paper crosses, various colored lights glued to the glass windows and colorful stickers on the ceiling.

Dong Qiangqiang could see that the old man had put a lot of thought into arranging this scene. While watching, he searched his brains and thought about what words to use to comfort the landlord who was hit early in the morning.

"Unfortunately, Ms. Yulia, just now..."

But before he finished speaking, the old lady had already stretched out her hand to stop him: "Dong, today is Christmas Eve, what happened just now is over, today we just need to remember to thank God."

Dong Qiangqiang was still preparing words of consolation, but when he heard the other party say this, although he was surprised, he was also happy to go down the slope: "Oh, okay, then... I wish you a happy Christmas Eve!"

"Happy Christmas Eve!" The old man put on the glasses on the kitchen counter, smiled and pointed to the side as if what happened just now had never happened, "Your breakfast."

"My breakfast?"

Dong Qiangqiang usually eats his own food with the old lady, and the well water does not interfere with the river water. The old lady never prepared breakfast for him, and he never paid for the meal. What is going on today?
He turned his head in confusion, only to notice that there was a sumptuous breakfast on the table: milk, eggs, cereal, croissants, baguettes, bacon, cheese, various hams, dried fruits, salads, and three or four Jam jar.

"This is you?"

"Today is Christmas Eve, I hope you are safe and happy." The old lady had a kind face, "Try my cooking, it may be different from the German food you have eaten." At the end, she added, "It's free."

Dong Qiangqiang didn't expect such a good thing, so he quickly thanked: "Ms. Yulia, then I would like to thank you for your hospitality. I will eat these after running. There is another thing I want to report to you. Some friends tonight I came to look for me from other cities, so I won’t come back at night. Can I read the magazine for you after a while?”

Hearing what Dong Qiangqiang said, the old lady put the scissors back on the kitchen counter, took off her glasses, and stared at him for a moment, as if surprised by his words: "Well, you won't be back tonight? But today is Aren't they with their families on Christmas Eve?"

"That's right, Ms. Yulia, my friends are all Chinese students, and their families are all in China. We used to spend every holiday together. Now I go to school in Trier alone. They miss me very much, so We all came here. In the afternoon we will visit the Christmas market in Trier, and we will cook and chat at night, which may be late, so I will stay with them in a homestay, so as not to drive unsafely at night, I heard There is still snow today."

"It seems that your friends like you very much." The disappointment on the old lady's face is almost imperceptible. If Dong Qiangqiang hadn't dealt with the old lady every day, he would not have noticed it at all.He was very surprised, he thought the old lady would be happy to finally be quiet, and then thought of the old lady getting up early in the morning to make breakfast for herself, losing the poultry, and spending Christmas Eve alone by the fire at night, Dong Qiangqiang suddenly felt Unbearable, he felt a little indifferent and even cruel, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Then pay more attention to safety." The old lady looked concerned, "Stop eating indiscriminately."

Dong Qiangqiang knew that the old lady was teasing him about eating horse chestnuts, so he nodded with a smile.

"In addition, I have ordered a Christmas tree, which will arrive at about 12 noon. If you are free at that time, come back and help me move it. If you are not free, I can do it myself."

"No problem, I can hurry back." Dong Qiangqiang hurriedly agreed, he didn't want to hurt the old lady's heart too much.

Just as he turned around and was about to leave for a run, the old lady suddenly said behind him: "I think you can actually get a hunter certificate."

"What did you say?" Dong Qiangqiang thought he had heard wrong.

"It seems that the wild boar won't leave here for a while," the old lady focused on manipulating the scissors in her hand.The scissors are like a monster devouring all the thorns on the flower branches.She carefully bent the flower branch on the ring wire again, "I don't want to give him all the poultry."

"But didn't you say that you found a local hunter club?"

"They're too busy, and there's probably only one here. They don't want to bother, I can understand." The old man put down the garland, and picked up a ring wire, "Don't worry, I'm as big as you I already had a hunter's certificate when I was born. If you want, I can guide you, and you don't have to worry about weapons."

After the old lady finished speaking, she raised her head and looked behind Dong Qiangqiang. Dong Qiangqiang turned around following her gaze, and saw a long-stemmed pistol with a dark brown butt that was fixed on the wall that he had seen before, and was radiating cold air. barrel shotgun.

"This is the shotgun my grandfather used. Although it hasn't been used for a long time, if you can get your hunter's license, I think you might be able to use it."

　In the summer of 2020, I wrote the end of the first volume. Two years later, I wrote the end again in the summer.It is also interesting to write about what happened in winter in summer.

　　
　
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