Golden Greenery

At noon, the meal is quite rich. One and a half catties of braised carp in brown sauce is a very standard portion. Su San Ding, fungus mixed with bamboo shoots, thoughtfully without onions. Waxed beef, slanted lines, very neat knife work, spicy old tofu. These are the handicrafts of his father Zhuo Tongtong, he has two brushes, right?

It is said that every hypocritical man will cook two, no, four, no, no, six special dishes.

And Zhuo Tongtong can fry and cook a whole table of reserved seats.

Coca-Cola Chicken Wings, this is Zhuo Qiu's work. It's cloyingly sweet, just like Zhuo Qiu himself. Old duck soup made from a pressure cooker. Mother Yang Hong inherited her natal family's craftsmanship, and all kinds of soup cooking skills are miraculous.

Patting his stuffed stomach, Zhuo Yang said to Yang Hong: "Mom, don't throw away the poster under my mattress!"

Yang Hong rolled her eyes and glared at him, then handed over an apple: "A few broken paintings, you are the treasure. Come, eat the apple." "I can't eat any more, my stomach is full and it will explode. Boom~— —Kill Kakaka..."

Zhuo Qiu raised the apple in his hand and interjected, "Eat it, Zhuo Yang. Mom said that if you eat an apple before going out, you will have a safe trip." Zhuo Yang took the apple with a playful smile, and took a big bite.

Zhuo Tongtong gnawed on half an apple, walked over, and waved his hand. "Set off--!"

After lunch, Zhuo Tongtong, Zhuo Qiuqiu and Zhuoyang will go to the train station together and take the train to Beijing. School will start soon, and Zhuo Qiuqiu is going back to school. She is studying at a university in Beijing, starting her junior year. Zhuoyang needs to go to Beijing first, and then take a flight to Germany. Zhuo Tongtong is responsible for sending Zhuo Yang to the airport.

Jiushan, Haiyang and Lao Mu had been waiting downstairs for a while, chatting and spanking. Seeing Zhuo's family of four coming down the stairs with large and small bags, the three hurriedly went to help carry the luggage. The three brothers have already discussed, Haiyang will be delivered downstairs, and the train station will not go, Haiyang is too lazy to go, it is too far away. Lao Mu gave half of it to the park in the middle of the street built by the Soviets in the urban area. Lao Mu made an appointment with a girl yesterday to meet there today, and take a ride to take Zhuoyang off. Jiushan insisted on sending it to the train. He said that he was strong enough to help carry the luggage.

Haiyang did not perform very well in the college entrance examination this year. He plans to repeat his studies for another year, and he will go to college anyway. Jiu Shan and Lao Mu don't think they are suitable for further studies. They have made an appointment to serve in the army at the end of this year, and their parents also mean the same.

It is easier for the children in the compound to become soldiers. Serving as a soldier, going to a military academy, and being promoted is also a pretty good way out.

Old Mu held Zhuoyang's shoulders and said, "Go to Germany and play hard. If you don't play well, you won't be able to come back."

Zhuoyang: "..."

Haiyang said: "Go and go, go and go, how can you talk. No matter how bad you are, don't you still have friends? As the saying goes, a friend for a day is a friend for a hundred days, and a friend for a hundred days is like the depth of the sea."

Zhuoyang: "..."

Jiu Shan moved the luggage into the van, came over and said, "Stop talking nonsense, Lao Mu, why don't you hurry up and let everyone smoke around?"

Yang Hong stood behind, her face was already green.

Captain Chen of the college's small motorcade sent Zhuo Tongtong a business bread for his own benefit. Before Yang Hong got mad, the van carried Zhuo's family of three, Lao Mu and Jiu Shan, and headed straight for the train station.

It wasn't until the van turned out of the gate that it was out of sight, and after standing for a while, Yang Hong brushed her hair, turned and went upstairs.

——*——*——

Zhuoyang lay on the window sill of the old-fashioned sleeper car, chatting with Jiushan on the platform without saying a word. The ground of the concrete platform was facing a heat wave, and Jiushan stepped on a pair of flip flops, his baggy sports shorts drooped to his knees, sweat dripped down his breasts, and wet his white T-shaped vest.

Jiushan's pectoral muscles can embarrass many girls.

Zhuoyang is patiently explaining the difference between German beer and British Fu beer to Jiushan.

Jiu Shan suddenly turned around, turned his head and walked away, without warning and inexplicably. Zhuoyang scratched his head, "What kind of trouble is this?" Then he saw Jiushan wipe his eyes with the back of his hand, wiped again, wiped again...

Zhuo Tongtong bowed and looked out: "What's wrong with Jiushan?"

"I don't know..." Zhuoyang looked straight at Jiushan's burly back, and murmured, "It must be hysteria!"

Zhuo Tongtong smiled slightly, and patted Zhuoyang on the back: "This kid is not bad, I like him quite a bit, hehe."

Zhuoyang kept looking out the window with a feeling of blockage in his heart.

The growth of youth will always be accompanied by parting, coming and going, some are forgotten, and some are still in memory. Friendship is not a short scene of fireworks, but a sincere picture; friendship is not a long-term acquaintance, but a heart-to-heart acquaintance. Jiushan never cried when he was beaten by his father, grinned in pain during the fight, and didn't even shed tears when he was rejected by the girl. When parting with friends, the hero of Jiushan is tender!

The locomotive desperately dragged the long carriage and ran on the rails. People sitting in the carriage always wanted to chase the electric poles passing by the window, but they couldn't see clearly. The scenery on the Guanzhong Plain is completely unattractive in the eyes of the passengers on the train, and the urbanized rural houses are not aesthetically pleasing. However, the wall advertisements with large white characters on a blue background that appear from time to time are the most suitable things on both sides of the entire Chinese railway.

The train compartment is the most awesome place in all of China. There are neighbors of the secretary of the Central Committee, cousins ​​and nephews of high-ranking military officials, elementary school classmates of high-ranking members of the Securities Regulatory Commission, and mysterious people who have insight into all internal references to the Central Committee.

The sweltering heat permeated the air, and with the speed of the train, the compartment gradually cooled down. Zhuo Tongtong threw aside the plastic fan with infertility printed on it in her hand, then picked it up again and continued shaking it in her hand. The conductor who sold instant noodles couldn't wait to roll out the trolley and started selling. On the folding seat, a cold beauty was holding a copy of Stanislavsky's "The Actor's Self-cultivation", pretending to be reading it seriously, ten minutes passed , I didn't see her turn a page.

Zhuo Qiuqiu said to Zhuo Yang: "When you go to Germany, you should keep in touch with your family. Don't let your parents worry about it. They are very lonely at home."

"Pull it down!" Zhuoyang pouted. "Last night, I heard my dad whisper to my mom, 'Finally we can live together again.' Mom put her arms around Dad's neck, and Dad picked her up and turned around in the living room three times." Zhuo Qiu said in Zhuo Qiu There was a sharp pinch on Yang's arm.

Zhuo Tongtong once again threw the fan of infertility aside: "I don't worry about you going to Germany, because you will definitely be able to adapt."

"Why? I'm only seventeen!"

"Because you are my son!"

Zhuo Yang still admires Zhuo Tongtong as always.

Zhuo Yang looked out of the car window, Zhuo Tongtong looked at the back of his head, his eyes did not move for a long time.

Under the earnest teaching and regret of Zhuo Tongtong, who is a literary fan, the sky gradually darkened, and there was the sound of snoring in the carriage. Nothing to say all night.

In the early morning, the train stopped at Beijing West Railway Station. The three of them first went to the campus of Beijing Foreign Studies University, put down Zhuo Qiuqiu's luggage, and then rushed to Beijing International Airport without stopping. After a long farewell, Zhuoyang walked towards the security checkpoint.

"Zhuoyang, promise me that no matter what the circumstances, you will finish your studies." Father Zhuo Tongtong said behind his back.

Zhuoyang stopped and looked back at his father. "I promise, Dad. I will never let you down!"

Lufthansa's huge Airbus A330 rose from the ground with a huge roar, pierced through the clouds, and headed straight to Germany.

Germany is the hometown of Beethoven.

Germany is also a football paradise.

——*——*——

Professor Carl Norman is a very handsome old man with a slightly thin body that looks very well-proportioned. White short-sleeved shirt, black suit pants. Although a little bald, the slightly curly hair is still meticulously taken care of. Under the guidance of Professor Norman, Zhuoyang easily completed the admission procedures. In the ten-square-meter single-room dormitory, even though the windows were not facing east, the curtains were actually dark red. Zhuoyang has a familiar and comfortable feeling. With the beginning of the new semester, Zhuoyang also officially started his study abroad career.

Hannover University of Music, all public and professional courses for piano majors are arranged in the morning, and the afternoon becomes free time. Students can check information and do exercises.

A month later, Zhuoyang also fully adapted to the university life in a foreign country, and the adaptability of a genius is also extremely strong. He also made some nice friends on campus.

Zhuoyang's family is not considered wealthy in China, but the salaries of soldiers and university teachers are relatively good in China. But the cost of supporting two college students, especially Zhuo Yang's expenses for studying abroad, also put a lot of pressure on the family. Excluding tuition and other necessary expenses, Zhuoyang can only maintain the most basic consumption level. Having acquaintances makes things easy, which is the same all over the world. Professor Norman is willing to help Zhuoyang apply for a scholarship, but it takes time. Zhuoyang also wanted to reduce the burden on his family and make his money more comfortable, so he thought of work-study programs. There are many ways you can think of, working in various restaurants and bars, playing the piano in coffee shops, tutoring children, and even having many work-study opportunities on campus. But Zhuoyang had just arrived, his eyes were darkened, so he could only trouble Professor Norman again.

After leaving Professor Norman's office, Zhuoyang wandered around the campus bored. The professor has promised to help him connect with work-study opportunities, all he has to do is wait for news.

Summer comes and goes quickly.

People have just adapted to the unbearable heat of summer, only to find that autumn has arrived. Men always want to keep the summer and prevent it from slipping through their fingers. They always want to see those cool beauties again, with straight and slender legs, exposed body curves, graceful collarbones and painted toes.

A youthful beauty is a man's ice cream throughout the summer.

The aimless Zhuoyang walked to the side of the football field on campus without knowing it. Like all universities, the Hannover University of Music has several good football and sports fields. On the field, a group of people are yelling and playing football. Zhuoyang saw his new friend Mark Winster inside. Mark played the ball well, but the speed of movement was a bit slow. Of course, in Zhuoyang's eyes, everyone's movement speed is a bit slow.

The mobile phone in the backpack rang. The mobile phone was a newly bought Nokia, which was very cheap. The classmates in the same class called to ask about the open class tomorrow morning. Zhuoyang turned his back to the court, lowered his head, and communicated with his classmates one by one to the phone.

At this time, I heard a 'bang' from the field, followed by Mark shouting loudly.

"Zhuo-!"

Zhuoyang turned his head and saw that it was a powerful shot that hit the outer edge of the goal post and bounced towards Zhuoyang's direction. When he saw it, the ball had already flown to him. The power of the shot is very strong, the football spins strongly and flies straight to Zhuoyang. Zhuoyang took a small step forward with his left leg, then raised his right foot, and used the outer instep of his right foot to unload the football. After the sound of "snap", the football lay quietly at Zhuoyang's feet, without bouncing on the ground or rolling away, it remained motionless, as quiet as a sleeping cat. Then, Zhuoyang pushed the ball with a standard arch and kicked the football back.

When Mark ran over, Zhuoyang had already hung up the phone.

"Whoa, you were so cool with the ball just now, Zhuo. You're just like Ronaldinho."

In the just-concluded World Cup in Korea and Japan, Ronaldinho shined brilliantly and was one of the four kings of the champion Brazil team. He is famous for his fancy but practical skills.

"Zhuo, tell me, were you fooled just now?"

"You are the fool, your whole family is fooled." Zhuoyang rolled his eyes: "I call it technology, do you understand? Do you know what technology is?"

"Are you saying you have the same skills as Ronaldinho? That's my idol! I swear, you can insult my idol, but you must not insult me." Mark Winster looked sincere .

"..." Zhuoyang looked at Mark speechlessly. "You're a German, Mark. The Brazilians just beat you Germans in the final, and you worship a Ronaldinho? What about the morals?"

"Of course I'm German, I love my Germany, just like I love Resakova with a big butt!" Resakova is an international student from Ukraine. The buttocks make the boys full of male hormones so intoxicated that they can't extricate themselves. "Don't talk so much nonsense, Zhuo. Let's go to Resakova... Pooh, let's play football, yes, football!"

Orientals, especially Chinese, are often very reserved when they go to a foreign country. Zhuoyang, who came to the side of the court, was obviously not in the reserved category. He looked down at the cheap sneakers on his feet, and readily agreed.

Hannover's wild football level is a bit higher than Xi'an's, but it's not much higher. What's more, most of this group of people are literary youths who study art. In terms of body, speed and vigor, they obviously cannot compete with those outside. Compared with industrial workers, their pressure on Zhuoyang is extremely limited.