Chapter 47

It was dark at around four o'clock.

This is the bad thing about Munich, the high altitude makes it dark early. Roger was lying on the bed in the hotel with nothing to do, so he started playing mobile games.

He Songgao would not be back until after seven in the evening, and the two of them had an appointment to have dinner at a beer house near Maria Square. Roger deliberately emptied his stomach and took medicine on time to keep himself alert, hoping not to have a fever before leaving. God knows how much he missed the atmosphere of Munich's pubs. Before going

out at night, Roger stood in front of the mirror and dressed up. There was no way, who told him to look so bad. After a fever, his eye sockets were sunken, his eyes were tired, and he looked like a frost-bitten eggplant, with no energy. This was not the kind of outfit for going out on a date... No, it was the kind of outfit for going out to have dinner with good friends. What to do? He didn't bring any makeup to cover his blemishes. Roger rubbed his cheeks desperately, trying to rub his pale skin red. Finally, he looked better. He changed into a light-colored sweater, a down jacket, and a thick wool scarf. For safety reasons, he had to wear a mask. Should he wear autumn pants? He was in a dilemma. The indoor heating in Munich was very strong. If he wore autumn pants to eat, he would be hot and sweaty, and then his autumn pants would get wet... Oh my God, it was too terrible. It was better not to wear them.

After kneeling beside the suitcase and struggling for a long time, Roger finally put on his thermal underwear. He had no choice. He didn't want to have a fever again. The day after tomorrow, they would leave Munich for Stuttgart. If the trip was delayed because of the fever, did he want to be left alone in the cold Munich? Absolutely not. Roger was fully armed, went downstairs, and planned to walk to Maria Square.

While waiting for the elevator, He Songgao called him: "Are you coming down?"

"Right away." Roger said, his nose itched, and he couldn't help sniffing.

"Have you taken your medicine?"

"Yes."

"Wear something thicker. Have you put on your autumn clothes and autumn pants?"

Roger was a little embarrassed. This conversation was a bit like talking to his mother... No, no, to his father. He Songgao was more like his father, saying the warmest words in the coldest tone. Roger pressed the button on the elevator door with his fingernails and said shyly, "I have put on my medicine. Why are you talking so much nonsense? You are not my mother."

"Wouldn't your mother feel sad if she knew that you didn't take good care of yourself outside?"

"I know, I know. Not only did I put it on, I also put two baby warmers on my belly. Are you satisfied?"

A chuckle came from the other end of the phone: "Okay. Come down, I'll wait for you at the door."

Roger took the elevator downstairs. The hotel staff was very polite. Everyone who met him said in English: "Welcome to Munich, I wish you a pleasant journey."

A tall handsome German man opened the door for him and threw him a seductive look. Roger said in German: "Thank you." The handsome man was a little disappointed for a moment. It was obvious that he thought Roger, who was wrapped like a white bear, was a girl. Roger's evil taste came out, and he blinked at the handsome man and made an innocent expression. The handsome man was a little confused. He stood at the door for a while before leaving, and looked back every few steps.

What are you looking at? Roger stared at him, wondering if this man could be the legendary Shuang.

Suddenly, the sound of a horn came from the street.

"Beep", short and sharp. Roger looked in the direction of the horn, his eyes lit up.

He Song opened the door high and got out, wearing a crisp cashmere coat with a dark blue suit underneath. He leaned against the other door, did not come closer, just looked at Roger quietly.

Roger stood at the door of the hotel. The steps were very low, and the distance between the two was only two or three meters.

The snow stopped, and the snow piled on the road was trampled dirty by the footsteps of pedestrians, revealing the slippery ground. Roger tilted his head and saw that He Songgao was driving an antique car, XX brand, with a very retro shape. The two headlights looked like two big eyes staring at the night of Munich.

Such a scene was inexplicably a bit handsome, no, very handsome. What's going on? Why did he suddenly start to show off? Roger walked over and stopped at the last step, looking at He Songgao straight in the eye: "Is this car yours?"

"Yes." He Songgao said.

"You also have a home in Munich?" Roger said, feeling a little sour in his heart.

"Yes." He Songgao looked at him and suddenly said, "Do you know that person just now?"

"Who?" Roger was stunned.

"The man who winked at you."

"Huh?" With such good eyesight, he could see this. Luo Jie was a little embarrassed, "I don't know him, I don't know who he is."

"Don't talk to people you don't know." He Songgao frowned and said dissatisfiedly.

"I didn't flirt with her!" Roger was unconvinced, "He looked at me first and mistook me for a woman."

He Songgao looked him up and down and found that this outfit was indeed androgynous. He nodded and moved aside a little, "Get in the car."

"You still want to drive such a short distance?" Roger said while fastening his seat belt, "Actually, it's not bad to walk there, and you can also enjoy the night view of Munich."

"What's there to see?" He Songgao disagreed, "And it's windy now."

"So what if it's windy..." Roger realized halfway through that he was a patient and might get sick if he caught a cold. He shut up and said weakly, "Okay. But if you drive, can you still drink later?"

"No," He Songgao said, "You can't either."

"I..." Roger choked, feeling a little unhappy. He didn't say he couldn't drink just now. "You can't drink, and neither can I. So why are we going to the bar?"

"You're the one who insisted on going? I'm not free tomorrow night, so I can only go tonight."

He Songgao said as he turned on the radio in the car. The signal of this swaying antique car was surprisingly good. The people inside were just mumbling something in German. Roger couldn't quite understand it, so he just guessed that there would be a blizzard all over Germany tomorrow, and everyone was urged not to go out due to the extreme weather.

Roger said worriedly, "It's snowing heavily tomorrow, are you still going to the factory?"

"It depends."

"I hope it's sunny tomorrow... If it must snow, it should be lighter. I'm really worried that we can't go to Stuttgart." Roger frowned worriedly, and then was surprised to find that this seemingly old car actually had air conditioning. The hot air blew out from the narrow air outlet, making his head warm.

"We're not going to Stuttgart," He Songgao said, lowering the volume of the radio. "We're going to Cologne."

"Why?" Roger turned his head and glared at him. "Didn't you say you were going to visit the headquarters of a German company?"

"We can visit next year," He Songgao said. "There's no rush. We're going to Cologne the day after tomorrow. Let's take a day off first. Didn't you insist on going to the chocolate factory?"

"Yes..." Sister Luo said, she wanted to go, she was a heavy chocolate lover, especially 100% pure dark chocolate. But it was also under the premise of not delaying work, she couldn't delay everyone's schedule just because she wanted to go to the scenic spot, "You make me so nervous, there is always a suspicion of abuse of power for personal gain, I am afraid that my colleagues will beat me to death."

"It doesn't matter." He Songgao said, Luo Jie saw him raise his eyebrows a little bit, "This is a privilege given to you."

"I don't deserve it."

"Haha." He Songgao controlled the speed of the car and drove slowly on the narrow and winding streets in the center of Munich, "If someone didn't say that I abused him all day, would I have to please him like this? I hope he will not always threaten me that he will resign because of my "reformation". It's not a pleasant feeling to have a knife hanging around my neck."

"Uh..." Hearing him say that, Roger was suddenly a little embarrassed, "You said it as if everything is my fault. Even if you want to compensate me, don't use this method that will put me under psychological pressure. I'm really worried that my colleagues will kill me after knowing the truth."

"Which colleagues are you good friends with?"

"No one, only those in the Propaganda Department. I'm not very familiar with the rest - no matter how familiar we are, we are just colleagues. We don't even chat when we go home."

"Yeah, that's good."

"That." Roger glanced at him in the rearview mirror, "You just said that there was a knife hanging around your neck. Does that mean that you are very upset about my resignation? I didn't understand it correctly."

"What do you think?" He Songgao said attentively as he passed a busy intersection. "We've been friends for seven or eight years. We're here. Get off and wait for me here. I'll go park the car."

As He Songgao said, it was indeed windy, and there were some fine snowflakes floating in the air. Roger stood at the intersection with his back to the wind, and then he remembered that he forgot to bring gloves. His hands were frozen red in a moment. He put his hands in the pockets of his down jacket and waited for He Songgao to come over. The cold penetrated his body from all directions, and he was frozen to the point of having a runny nose. The watery snot was all stuck in the cold mask, and he didn't want to reach out to wipe it, so he could only tilt his head back and suck the snot back.

When He Songgao came, he saw him looking silly, staring at the dark sky, jumping stiffly from time to time.

"What are you doing?" He Songgao approached and flicked his forehead.

Roger's reaction was slow, and after a while he took out his hand to cover his forehead that was painfully flicked: "What's wrong with you? It hurts!"

He Songgao put his hand down, wondering if he was pretending to be in pain: "I didn't use any force."

"I'll flick you and you'll know how it feels." Roger glared at him angrily.

"You flick it." He Songgao said, not looking like he was joking.

"Really?" Roger looked at him suspiciously, a little bit unbelieving that he would be so generous, "No, I hit you once, you hit me ten times."

"No." He Songgao spread his hands, looking innocent, "Do I look like such a person?"

"I really hit you." Roger said, eager to try.

He Songgao stared at him, with a little gentle smile in his eyes: "Really hit you."

Roger clenched his thumb and ring finger, put them to his mouth and blew heavily, then put them on He Songgao's forehead and flicked them suddenly -

"Bang" sound, Roger himself was stunned. His hand hurt a little. He stood there, watching He Songgao's forehead turn red little by little. He couldn't help but feel guilty: "Does it hurt? I didn't control the strength well, I'm sorry..."

He Songgao smiled, a smile with crooked eyes. He caught Luo Jie's hand that was suspended in the air, squeezed and rubbed it, and said in a reproachful tone: "Why didn't you wear gloves?"

Luo Jie was stunned, and an indescribable feeling rose in his heart. What is this like? Can a man's hand be touched casually... No, why is He Songgao's hand warm, he is obviously wearing much less than himself. Luo Jie pulled his hand back with force, put on a serious expression, and said: "Just talk, don't move your hands."

- Damn, why is he stuttering when he speaks! Like a girl being teased.

Oh my god, this is really terrible. Luo Jie turned around, put his hands in his pockets and walked forward without caring: "Hurry up, the bar will be closed later!"

He Songgao: "Where are you going? On the left."

Luo Jie stopped and looked to both sides. It seemed that he had indeed gone the wrong way. He turned around and pretended to be calm and walked in the opposite direction. After walking a few steps, he found that He Songgao was standing still, not talking, but just looking at him and smiling.

"What are you laughing at?" Luo Jie said, a little embarrassed and angry.

"...Nothing." He Songgao said, and followed him up, "Why are you blushing?"

"How could I blush?" Roger became a little angry. This was simply slander. Which man would blush when being touched, unless he was a pervert! He stared at He Songgao with anger in his eyes, and tried to make the most ferocious expression he thought, "Stop spitting blood."