Golden Greenery

Zhuoyang and Resakova sipped beer, gnawed on the salty bread in their hands, and fed each other a piece of ham and sausage from time to time, with a shallow and loving face.

Denjerheim's beer is a traditional ale-style beer with a rich complex fruit aroma. It is only slightly filtered, slightly cloudy but bright in color, soft on the palate and lingering on the lips and teeth. Denjerheim beer is suitable for drinking at a higher temperature, unlike the new lager beer, which is more suitable for drinking after cold storage.

Piggy Schweinsteiger wandered around with a huge plate full of ham, eating it. Zhuoyang looked at the hill-like meat on his plate, and persuaded him kindly: "Do what you can, don't hold it to death."

The little pig's nose snorted: "You don't know me, but you do. That's where I am."

"You should go to China with me," Zhuoyang said solemnly to Piggy: "China is now enjoying buffets, which are very suitable for you."

"Hey, after hearing what you said, I'm still interested, you know." Little Pig obviously said. "How about the winter break? You take me there, I haven't been to China yet."

Scarred Franck Ribery jumped out from behind a pile of flower beds, grabbed the little pig's ham, and said, "I'm going too, and I'm going to play too."

Montolivo turned around, turned his back to everyone like a down-and-out poet: "That's the country that Marco Polo lingers on, that's the east that lingers in his dreams. Ah——! I'm going too."

Mertesacker also dragged De Jong and squeezed over with a beer: "Count us. China, is it far away? I think it must be farther than Egypt."

Piggy: "Yes, yes, yes."

Zhuoyang gave them a blank look, and said to himself: A bunch of bastards who fart when the wind blows, you can tell at a glance that your geography class is taught by a physical education teacher. If you know where China is, go there?

"I'm going to Ukraine during the winter break." Zhuoyang said with his arms around Resakova.

European football, except for England, basically has a winter break, starting before Christmas, ranging from two weeks to more than a month.

European schools also have winter vacation, but it is different from domestic schools. The winter vacation of European schools also starts before Christmas, usually for four weeks and twenty-eight days. As for the summer vacation, it is from mid-June to early September, which is similar to that in China.

While drinking beer and chatting just now, Resakova invited Zhuoyang to go to Ukraine for vacation on a whim, and Zhuoyang, who was in love, readily agreed. Although they are two countries, in fact there is a Poland in the middle, the distance is as large as from Hebei to Jiangsu.

Zhuoyang, who came from a big place, didn't feel how far he was wandering in Europe.

"It's from the same root, so why rush to fry each other. Little pig, didn't you hear the cry of the ham on the plate?" After teasing Schweinsteiger, Zhuoyang pulled Reisa away from the group of light bulbs.

In the evening sky in late autumn, the sun is about to fall back to the embrace of the short mountains. The blue sky between the gaps in the clouds slowly turned into a faint pink, and the sun gradually became less dazzling. The dark red color seemed to be covered by a thin layer of clouds. The sunlight pulled straight lines from the gaps in the clouds, shooting towards the hills and canals. Gradually, gradually, the sun is like a match about to go out, little by little, taking back its own light. Woods, houses, and small towns all seem to be inlaid with a beautiful golden border. The moon has already hung in the sky impatiently, and the stars also show their eyes, twinkling.

In the golden backlight, there are two people standing facing each other, staring into each other's eyes. The silhouettes carved by the sunset glow from their body lines are magnificent and colorful.

"Risa, will you be my girlfriend?" the man asked softly.

The woman didn't speak, but slowly leaned into the man's embrace, her head gently pressed against his chest. Soon, she murmured.

"Zhuoyang, I love you."

"Zhuoyang, I love you!!"

A man and a woman kiss each other, a kiss full of love and tenderness. This kiss, without greed,

no desire.

It seems that there is only this affectionate kiss between heaven and earth, and it seems that there is only this long kiss when time freezes.

——+—+——

On the four sides of the city of thousands of lights, in the center of a river of stars.

As night fell, Mark Winster played Haydn's "Gypsy Roundabout" on an old-fashioned piano. A group of red men and green women danced hand in hand, like a spinning turkey. From time to time, people who did not know each other toasted and invited wine together.

Franck Ribery somehow got a huge straw hat that looked like a Mexican villain.

De Jong happily spun around with a beautiful aunt in his arms, while Montolivo looked up at the starry sky with a large beer mug, vowing to persevere Wen Qingfan until the end of time.

Mertesacker and Gomez who came after hearing the news tried their best to play humor around the twin sisters, like two bears who smelled yogurt, until Cheryl's face was livid.

The little pig asked around with a large plate full of meat: beautiful girl, would you like to taste this delicious ham with me?

Klopp eloquently told the history of his struggles to a large-breasted woman wearing glasses, and the splash of saliva was like a rainbow under the shining lights.

Zhuoyang and Resakova held hands, fingers intertwined, and walked slowly among the crowd. Not knowing what Zhuoyang said, Reisa lowered her head and smiled, and beat his arm with her small fist, then leaned her forehead to his shoulder. Not knowing what Reisa said, Zhuoyang looked in the direction of her finger.

Love is a wonderful thing, without love, the world will become dull, literature and art will be incomprehensible, and music will be eclipsed.

——+—+——

At the same moment, far away in China, at Zhuoyang's home in Xi'an.

Yang Hong just woke up from Zhuo Tongtong's arms. She saw her husband looking at her with his eyes open, with the affection she was most familiar with in his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Yang Hong asked knowingly.

"Because I can't watch enough, I always want to watch you." Zhuo Tongtong's literary accent is Yang Hong's eternal weakness.

"Why, when I see you, I still want to see you? When I kiss you, I still want to kiss you?"

"Why, when I miss you, I miss you even more!"

Yang Hong was deeply drunk.

Half an hour later, Yang Hong said to her husband while tying her hair indiscriminately: "I don't know how the baby is in Germany, whether it's suitable for me or not? The baby just said that everything is fine, but we don't know how it is."

Doll is the way Yang Hong and his wife called Zhuo Yang in private, from birth until now.

"It's already winter, he must still be wearing single pants, young people don't take anything seriously. No, I'll leave him a message now, telling him to wear long johns right away."

Yang Hong turned on the computer, and a message on QQ popped up.

"Mom, I'm wearing long johns!"