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Jiang Ran took me around Germany.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I stepped out of the train station, I saw a huge Gothic castle rising from the ground.
After a closer look, I realized that this is the Cologne Cathedral that I have seen several times in books.
Today is a sunny day. Under the halo of the sun, the body of the tower glows with a metallic bright copper color, solemn and solemn.
Jiang Ran sighed behind him: "It is said that it was bombed more than 70 times during World War II, but I didn't expect it to be preserved. Sure enough, it has been baptized by the years..."
Wucao, when did Jiang Ran become a great poet.
I am a sand sculpture with no education, so I can only shout in my heart that I am awesome.
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Going around to the front of the church, I quickly took out my phone to take pictures.
"It seems that you like this place very much?" Jiang Ran asked slowly behind me.
"After all, it's my first time here, and everything I see is new." I looked up and down, looking for angles to take pictures, and responded casually.
"Do you still like photography?" He squatted beside me, grabbing my collar, "Why are you sitting on the ground?"
"Let's go." I shrugged impatiently. "This is the professionalism of our photographers."
"Then which brand of camera do you use the most smoothly?"
"Canon." I almost blurted out.
It was brought to me by my dad from Japan after I was admitted to university. I was so excited that I didn't sleep for three days, and I kept thinking about how to use it.
But after the accident at home, I sold them all.
Along with my last little fantasy about my father.
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Thinking about it now, I was still too impulsive at the time.
I sigh softly.
Perhaps the meaning of photography lies in this, to record important moments...
After all, no one knows what the next second will be.
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I got up and looked at Jiang Ran: "Let's take a picture together."
"Okay." He became interested in an instant, took off his mask and walked to me.
I held the phone in one hand, posing in a cool pose, and Jiang Ran stood beside me quietly.
"But it's a pity that this church can't be fully photographed." I frowned, and then I remembered that I didn't have a selfie stick when I came out to play with Jiang Ran, an old cadre.
Jiang Ran took the phone from my hand: "Why can't the picture be complete? Is it because your hands are too short?"
ha? I turned around and rolled my eyes.
Jiang Ran, your special meow is a ginseng rooster!
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Jiang Ran fiddled with my phone, found a way to look up, and pulled me in front of the camera with a sullen expression.
I'm so meow!
Jiang Ran, don't you know that all the faces are shot from this angle
After all, he is a well-trained star. Compared with him, I am just rolling.
Sure enough, Jiang Ran raised his hand and grabbed my face: "I must urge you to lose weight when you go back, or you will become a little yellow chicken. Look... this textured face."
I'll go, Jiang Ran, you bastard!
I'm so mad that you don't have a boyfriend anymore!
Unexpectedly, within a few seconds of cursing in my heart, Jiang Ran had already pressed the shutter.
Then he let go of me, turned around and started fiddling: "It's so cute, I'm afraid you will delete it, so I will send a copy to myself for archive."
"..."
I originally thought that what I reaped was sweet love, but I didn't expect...
After chasing after Lao Tzu, the bastard Jiang Ran revealed his true nature.
Or, did I turn him into a sand sculpture?
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"I forbid you to call me little yellow chicken again."
"What's that called? Mrs. Ji'er?"
"..."
I gave him a blank stare and let him experience it for himself.
Jiang Ran took a few steps back and looked me up and down.
A few seconds later, he came over and said seriously, "Half a ton."
I frowned in surprise: "What? What squat?"
Jiang Ran smirked and said, "A thousand catties, doesn't it mean half a ton?"
I went, and after a long circle, he still said I was fat.
Damn it, do the math for me, I, Mo Shuyao, am 178 tall and weigh 65 kilograms, where am I getting fatter
where! inside! fat! up!
Instead, it was Jiang Ran who was so thin.
After I go back, I have to find a way to feed him a little fatter.
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After a while, I compromised: "Call me Ji'er, the little yellow chicken... is cuter than the fat man."
Jiang Ran put his hands in his pockets and squinted at me.
I rolled my eyes at him.
He pointed to the top of the tower and said: "There are stairs in this church to climb to the top, and you can see the panoramic view of Cologne. I think it is quite memorable. Do you want to go up and have a look?"
ha? I looked up and saw that it must be more than 100 meters high.
Let me... climb up
It is also commemorative, and it will be my death day.
I gave him a hard look: "What did you just say? It's too windy here, I can't hear you~~"
After I finished speaking, I quickly slipped away.
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Jiang Ran followed behind me: "It doesn't run very fast."
I stopped: "Do I really have to exercise every day when I go back?"
"I'll ask the coach to help you customize a plan." He stared at me for a few seconds, then couldn't help laughing, "Don't look at me with such aggrieved eyes, your body is for you to exercise."
"..." Yes, yes, everything you say is right.
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I followed Jiang Ran onto the bridge.
This should be the transportation hub of Cologne, and the trains and high-speed rails alternately go back and forth.
Jiang Ran pointed to the red train track: "This is the light rail."
"Oh." I looked around, and my eyes touched the red spot on the railing of the bridge. I couldn't help frowning, and asked, "What is this?"
"This is a love lock. It is said that as long as lovers hang the lock here, the key will be thrown into the Rhine..."
"Pfft—" I laughed out loud before he finished speaking.
There was almost a thud.
What kind of fairy sand sculpture Mary Su's novel is this special meow
I originally thought that those domineering president movies came out of the way, but I didn't expect there to be evidence.
Sure enough, poverty limited my imagination.
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Jiang Ran was a little dissatisfied, and whispered: "What are you laughing at?"
I walked up and saw all kinds of locks with names engraved on them.
However, long-term wind, frost and sun, some have been rusted.
I felt a little pity, and murmured: "If I like someone, I must keep him in my heart, so I am reluctant to take it out in the rain."
"What did you say?"
Unexpectedly, Jiang Ran suddenly squatted beside me.
I was taken aback.
"It was too windy just now, I didn't hear clearly, can Teacher Mo say it again?"
ha? I gave him a suspicious look.
Jiang Ran was still full of emotions, and rubbed my head: "Mr. Mo's voice is very soft when he talks about love."
"..."
Is soft used to describe boys
Jiang Ran, it's easy for you to lose me like this.
real.
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In the afternoon, Jiang Ran took me to the main commercial street in Cologne to buy some clothes.
Now I am really at Metersbonwe.
Looking at my handsome and suave self in the mirror, I couldn't help but sigh—
It's nice to have money.
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Jiang Ran also took me to the Perfume Museum, and I realized that Cologne is actually the birthplace of cologne.
I remember Jiang Ran said that his favorite perfume is this brand.
So I paid for a box for him.
Jiang Ran was as happy as a fat man weighing two hundred catties.
After all, it's still a child, which is so coaxing.
I showed my father's smile.
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In the evening, Jiang Ran found a restaurant by the Rhine River, where he could sit by the window and watch the night view directly.
I don't know how to drink alcohol, so I asked Jiang Ran to order a glass of fruit wine for me.
The moonlight is so beautiful tonight.
Immediately, I became very poetic, and I took a sip with my wine glass, thinking that I would go back and revise my last article, which was unfinished.
Ah bah bah bah! !
Why is my wine so sour
"Jiang Ran, what did you order for me?"
Holding a knife and fork, he said gracefully, "radler, lemonade."
ha
Why, I obviously already have a sweet love, but I still want to eat lemons here
I glanced at Jiang Ran: "I want to drink yours."
He suddenly pressed my hand: "My drink is a bit high."
"It's okay, no matter how high it is, it's still wine."
His glass is a layered cocktail, which looks very rich.
I picked it up and took a sip.
I bah bah bah bah bah!
Jiang Ran, this special meow is a bit high
I'm in a trance after taking a sip...
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Can't tell, Jiang Ran can still drink strong alcohol.
... Sure enough, he is not a gentleman.
Another day I will draw a Peppa Pig on you.
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Seeing me choke, Jiang Ran stopped what he was doing and patted my back: "Are you all right?"
"It's okay..." I lay down on the table, "Jiang Ran, don't drink alcohol next time, it's bad for your health, and so is your throat. Even though you're not a singer, you can't consume your body like this."
"But drinking helps you sleep." Jiang Ran sighed softly, "You also know that people in our industry have some occupational diseases."
I glanced at him secretly: "That was the past, right? It must be much better now, let the manager fill your schedule a bit, and fall asleep when you're tired."
"That's right. By the way, make more money. After all, I have to support two people now."
After finishing speaking, he slowly passed a piece of meat: "Do you like it? I ordered it just for you."
"What's this?"
"Roast pork skin."
"..." I suspect he did it on purpose.
"Don't eat it, take it away."
Jiang Ran remained motionless: "It's really delicious."
I reluctantly took a bite.
Misty grass, so crisp! It smells so good!
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So I ate it silently.
"...Jiang Ran, cut another piece for me."
He nodded and handed it over quickly.
I eat happily.
Jiang Ran said leisurely: "Eat an extra piece today, and exercise for an extra hour after returning home."
hmmmm?
I looked at him with the meat in my mouth in horror.
He laughed like a devil.
The author has something to say: let's ao3 in the final episode, Mr. Mo's hand is not good yet. Zha Zuo has never been to Germany, but watched a documentary, welcome to correct Orz