Zheng Ren was like a squirrel, jumping around on the white snow. Later, he gradually became happy. Simply repeating an action may seem boring to others, but Zheng Ren doesn't think so.
It's just that the snow seems to be much heavier than expected. It has been falling for nearly 36 hours, and you can still see countless white snowflakes dancing gently in front of you. The lights of the street lamps were blurred. Zheng Ren glanced at the time, which was five forty-five.
Generally speaking, Yiren gets up at six o'clock. I wonder if she can't get up because she doesn't have to go to work, doesn't make breakfast, or is jet lag.
If everyone in Sweden gets up, the bustling crowd will definitely trample these four words.
Zheng Ren habitually thought about various possibilities, just like when seeing a doctor, he would do predictive analysis first.
A stocky Swedish man walked over, his steps staggering slightly.
Zheng Ren's head began to hurt when he saw it. It looked like he was a person who spent the night in the bar and came home drunk in the early morning.
If that were the case, I'd be afraid that I wouldn't be able to wait for the lady to get up after waiting for several hours.
But he was not disappointed. It was enough to wait by his lover's side and say "good morning" when he got up. As for other surprises, if you can do it, do it. If you can't do it, do your best. There will be no regrets.
The staggering man saw Zheng Ren standing on the road covered in snow with drunken eyes. He waved from a distance, "Friend, let's enter FIKA time, this damn weather!"
Zheng Ren smiled. He vaguely knew that FIKA time was a habit of the Swedish people, and it seemed to be spoken by rich people. Fugui'er especially likes this kind of FIKA time at least 3-4 times a day, rain or shine.
Work? A job like working in 912? joke! For Fuguier, it was hell, so after he won the Nobel Prize, he fled to the horizon without even showing his face.
"Thank you, no need." Zheng Ren showed a simple smile and replied in Swedish, "If possible, please..."
As Zheng Ren spoke, he gestured with his hand and drew a large circle in vain, indicating to the drunken man to read the writing on the ground.
"Do you need help, friend?" Although the drunk man said vaguely, although it was difficult to stand, he still showed interest in what Zheng Ren was "playing" with.
"No, thank you. Your little fox bag looks great. I hope we can have a chance to sit together and have a drink if we have time in the evening." Zheng Ren was helpless, fearing that a drunkard would come over and mess up the writing on the snow. He even said polite words like having a drink.
He even praised the Swedish national brand fox bag that the drunkard was carrying.
The drunk man smiled, and he walked around in a big circle heart-warmingly, avoiding the snow that Zheng Ren had been treading on for several hours. He said goodbye to Zheng Ren and walked in the direction of home.
Zheng Ren let out a sigh of relief. The people here seemed quite friendly. At least the drunk in front of him was pretty good.
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Xie Yiren and Chang Yue lived in the same room, and the biological clock woke up Yiren at 5:55.
"Sister Yue, what are you doing?" Xie Yiren opened his eyes and asked when he saw Chang Yue scrolling through her phone.
“Look at Moments.”
Xie Yi's interface is not a circle of friends, but a chat interface. He must be reading Su Yun's messages. She smiled and said nothing more.
"Yiren, it's your birthday. Guess what gift Mr. Zheng bought you today?" Chang Yue closed her phone but didn't get up. She wrapped the quilt tightly around her body and turned to look at Yiren and asked.
"Maybe he will give me the Nobel Prize medal." Xie Yiren said with a smile, "He is so busy every day that he has no time to buy gifts. And let me tell you, Sister Yue, his eyes are out of focus when he goes shopping. His pupils on both sides It is dilated and insensitive to light reflection. I even doubt whether there is subarachnoid hemorrhage, or it is a controllable kind."
"Ha!" Chang Yue laughed, "What if there is?"
"I don't even want to take him shopping. We only went to the mall with him two or three times. Every time I was worried that he would suddenly fall to the ground and I would have to rescue him and call 120." Xie Yiren said with a smile, "Get up. Come on, let’s go to the train station today and try the Swedish coffee. Then we’ll go to the mall today and let Zheng Ren and the others drink coffee all afternoon.”
"It's so early, I can't afford it, the jet lag hasn't come over yet." Chang Yue breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's been snowing outside all night, the scenery must be great! Get up and go out and take a look." Xie Yi got up, put on his pajamas and went to wash up.
"Sister Yue, Dachu and Xiaochu asked us to summarize the strategy. What do you think is best?" Yiren asked in the bathroom as she prepared dental tools.
Chang Yue sighed, the bad thing about living with Yi Ren is that you can never sleep in. She couldn't understand that her schedule should be as rigid as a clock, because she had to make ward rounds and see patients every day.
Why is it that a nurse in the operating room like Xie Yiren is even more punctual than me? I really want to have a good sleep, especially when there is still jet lag.
Even if you can sleep for a few more minutes, it's good, and nothing is sweeter than sleeping in the cage.
Getting up from the bed, Chang Yue heard Yiren's cell phone ringing. It must have been a message from Mr. Zheng early in the morning. Chang Yue opened the curtains and saw the white snow flying in the sky. It was still dark, the street lights were not extinguished, and the dancing snowflakes were so beautiful.
Then she vaguely saw a "familiar" snowman in the snow. Chang Yue was confused and took a look near the window.
Looking down from the 3rd floor, the four words "Happy Birthday" appeared in the snow, so eye-catching.
"Yiren, Yiren!"
"Huh?" Xie Yi was brushing her teeth, and the hum of the electric toothbrush came along with her muffled voice.
"Come and see!" Chang Yue was even more excited than she was when she received the gift. She jumped on her feet and said, "Mr. Zheng usually looks stupid, but he still doesn't let go at critical times. He is so reliable."
"What's wrong?" Xie Yiren held an electric toothbrush in his right hand, toothpaste foam appeared faintly in the corner of his mouth, one cheek was bulging, his hair was disheveled, and he looked cute in his daze.
Coming to the window, she looked down.
"Wow!"
Seeing the words "Happy Birthday" and seeing Zheng Ren standing there with his hair covered with white snow, walking back and forth in the writing more than ten centimeters deep in the snow, Xie Yiren shouted in surprise. .
"I'll greet him."
"Don't!" Xie Yiren said hurriedly, "I'm going to wash up, soon... soon..."
Being unkempt and disheveled is not enough. Xie Yiren was surprised to see the words "Happy Birthday" and Zheng Ren, and only had this thought in his mind.
One of her slippers ran away, and she didn't bother to pick it up. She hurried back to the bathroom and started to wash up quickly.