Chapter 48

"If you don't have it, then you don't have it. Why are you so nervous?" He Songgao smiled, "Are your hands cold? I'll buy you a pair of gloves."

"No need." Luo Jie put his hands in the pockets of his down jacket, "We'll be there soon."

"Wait." He Songgao said, turning around and walking into the jewelry store on the street.

"Hey..." Luo Jie wanted to call him, but it was too late. He Songgao had long legs and stepped into the colorfully decorated jewelry store in just two or three steps.

Luo Jie hesitated whether to follow him in.

——Why do you have to buy him gloves? He can't use them. Although his hands are indeed cold, if a man can't even bear this little hardship, what kind of man is he? Could it be that He Songgao just couldn't bear to see him suffer? Thinking of this, Roger suddenly felt a little embarrassed and a little shy, thinking that he was a big man, why did he need such meticulous care. This must be related to He Songgao's sexual orientation.

I don't know if he is on top or on the bottom. Roger blushed and thought, he looks like that, a top. This makes sense, a top will unconsciously take care of the men around him as bottoms, just like men in their heterosexual relationships are used to taking care of women... But he is not a bottom! He is a straight man, a straight man who only likes girls. He had to emphasize this to He Songgao again. If He Songgao was the top in a homosexual relationship, then the roles they both played in the relationship were the same, both were the ones who took care of others... No, no, why did you think of this? People just care about you as colleagues or friends, why did you think of this...

"What are you daydreaming about?"

Roger raised his head and saw He Songgao walking out of the jewelry store, holding a pair of white five-finger gloves in his hands, which seemed to be of a particularly cute style.

As they approached, He Songgao handed him the gloves: "Put them on."

Luo Jie's expression was indescribable: "If you must buy them, just buy me a black pair, a style for girls..." He stared at the pink wool pig on the gloves, "People will laugh at me."

"What are you laughing at?" He Songgao didn't take it seriously, "It's just a pair of gloves, there are no other styles, just make do with it."

"...Okay." Refusing again would make him look petty, so Roger took the gloves and put them on reluctantly, "Let's go, the bar will be closed soon."

In fact, it was still early for the bar to close. When the two of them entered, the football match on TV was at a critical moment. The German men in the bar were very exaggerated. They wore German team jerseys under their cotton jackets. As soon as they entered the bar, they took off their jackets and only wore short sleeves, shouting the slogans of the German team in unison. Germany is the host country of the European Cup next year, and the fans are very excited. This atmosphere is seen every day in bars of all sizes in Germany. As soon as Roger and his friends sat down, a very tall waitress came up to them and said, "Hello, two handsome guys, what would you like to eat?" She didn't ask what they wanted to drink, because she assumed that all guests who came in would order a glass of Munich's local specialty wheat beer.

Roger said, "Excuse me, do you have any non-alcoholic drinks?"

The waitress looked shocked: "Sorry, what did you say?"

"I have a fever and he has to drive." Roger said, pointing at He Songgao, "So we won't drink today."

"Oh~~~" The waitress raised her eyebrows exaggeratedly, "If you don't drink, why did you come to the bar?" Having said that, she still took out the menu she brought with her and pointed to Roger, "There are some juices, sodas, and iced lemonade. Emmmm, are you sure you want to drink these?"

"I'm sure." Roger stared at her seriously and pointed to his forehead, "I took cephalexin and can't drink alcohol."

"Oh~" The waitress showed a look of sudden realization, "OK, ok, then you two each have a glass of apple juice?"

"Sure."

"What about food?"

"Let's have some of your signature dishes."

"Ok!" the waitress said cheerfully, "Wait a moment."

After the waitress left, Roger patted his forehead and said, "Do you smell it? A smell of beer."

"Yeah." He Songgao took off his coat casually, revealing a beautiful three-piece suit. The lights in the bar were dim, and from Roger's perspective, he had a strong illusion that a gentleman was sitting opposite him.

——It's said to be an illusion, so it must not be a real feeling. Roger took off his cumbersome down jacket and immediately felt indescribably comfortable: "I really want to drink beer."

"No." He Songgao didn't hesitate for a second and refused cruelly.

"...Why do I have to be controlled by you like this all the time." Roger snorted, "I'm an adult, not a three-year-old who needs a guardian when he goes out."

He Songgao took a sip of the ice mint water provided by the bar, "Even a three-year-old child knows that he can't run around when he has a fever. You should stay in the hotel and rest now, instead of running to the bar to have fun during bedtime."

"My fever has gone away a long time ago, and I ate a lot of greasy food at noon, so it's okay."

At this time, the German team scored a goal, and everyone stood up with a "whoosh", raised their glasses to each other, some people whistled, some people hammered the table, and an unfamiliar person pulled Roger up and wanted to clink glasses with him. Roger held the water glass awkwardly and said in broken German: "Sorry, I can't drink."

The man said "Oh" in a bored tone and walked away with the beer glass.

"How embarrassing." Roger sat down and whispered to He Songgao.

"Don't take off your clothes." He Songgao frowned and asked him to put on his down jacket, "Be careful of catching a cold."

"Got it." It was too hot to wear a down jacket, and Roger said perfunctorily, "I'll just take it off for a while and put it on right away."

Adapting to the noisy atmosphere of the bar, Roger actually thought it was nice to whisper in such an environment. He leaned over and hooked his finger at He Songgao: "Do you remember one year in Munich, we were drinking in a bar, a group of us were together, and Frank from the sales department couldn't drink much. , and he liked to drink, and ended up vomiting all over the bar. The handsome German guy insisted that we compensate him 1,000 Euros, or he would call the police. "He couldn't help dancing as he spoke, "Isn't this obviously a lie? Fortunately, I tried my best to save the situation, and negotiated between them, and in the end I only had to pay 100 Euros for the cleaning fee..."

He Songgao listened and laughed: "You're still talking about others, and your alcohol tolerance is not much better."

"My poor alcohol tolerance was a thing of the past few years." Roger boasted subconsciously to save face for himself, "Things are different now. I often go out with you for social events, and I accept any kind of white wine or beer. Oh no, I don't drink beer often, only when I'm alone. But my alcohol tolerance has been trained. Although I can't say that I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, I think it's at an average level. Do you admit it?"

"Oh." He Songgao clenched his fist with one hand and covered his smiling mouth, "You are quite cute when you ignore the facts. Who was it that lost consciousness after drinking only half a glass of gin three years ago? I was kind enough to take you home, but you vomited on me halfway, so I had to abandon you to the hotel..."

"When did this happen?" Strange, why did he have no memory of it at all, "Why did I drink with you three years ago?" Wasn't that the time when they were at their worst? There was actually a moment when they sat together peacefully and drank.

He Songgao pursed his lips and said vaguely: "In the winter, I worked overtime once, and you insisted on treating me to a meal. Have you forgotten?"

"I, I don't seem to remember." Roger bit the straw and tried hard to recall, which winter? Why didn't he have any memory of it at all? To be honest, sometimes he really suspected that his brain was secretly gnawed by zombies, always forgetting this and that... But it shouldn't be like this, he shouldn't forget anything related to the president, after all, the president's words are the imperial decree, he dared to forget the imperial decree, you can imagine how terrible it is.

"It's okay if you can't remember, it's not a big deal." He Songgao said.

"Oh."

It's really boring not drinking in a bar. Roger bit the straw and took a sip of apple juice with a very sour taste. It was really unpalatable. If it weren't for the 10 euros per cup, he would have taken it to the toilet. The juice was unpalatable, but the food was still good. In Munich, almost every bar will provide roasted pork elbows. This is a feature of Munich. There are some differences in taste depending on the different methods of each bar. For example, this one has more beer, and you can taste the obvious aroma of beer. There is sauerkraut under the pork elbow, and the sauerkraut juice soaks into the pork. It is oily but not greasy, and refreshing. The potato balls as a side dish also absorbed enough sauerkraut juice and gravy, with a rich flavor and rich texture, almost a perfect score. In addition to pork knuckles, Roger also likes grilled sausages, but this grilled sausage is actually curry-flavored, which tastes a bit strange, probably because Roger doesn't like curry. They also ordered grilled trout and steak, two desserts. Roger felt that his cold was completely healed at this time, and he buried his head in eating. Almost half of the food was consumed by him.

He raised his head and found that He Songgao hardly ate anything, just sitting in his seat and watching him eat. Roger was embarrassed: "Why do you always look at me?"

"Watching you eat." He Songgao said, and smiled.

The dim light of the pub made his smile not so obvious. In fact, if He Songgao were a warm man, maybe a lot of people would like him. Being too cold is not a good thing, and it will keep people who like him away. Luo Jie took a piece of paper to wipe his mouth: "Are you full just by watching me eat? The food here is pretty good. The only regret is that I didn't get to drink wine. What a pity."

"Come and drink next time."

"Next time? I don't know when the next time will be." After eating and drinking, Luo Jie collapsed on the chair and hiccuped, "I always feel like I'm here to eat and drink for free."

"Are you so sensitive? That's not like you."

"This is not sensitivity, it's self-consciousness. I often feel anxious when I don't contribute to the company." Luo Jie said half-truthfully. In fact, the time had come, so he just wanted to flatter.

"You didn't contribute to the company, or you didn't contribute to me?" He Songgao said coldly.

"Ah?" Luo Jie was a little puzzled, "What's the difference? You represent the company, and contributing to you is contributing to the company."

"Oh." He Songgao smiled, thinking that he asked a nonsensical question. He also took out a paper, wiped his mouth, and asked Luo Jie, "Have you eaten enough? Go back if you are full. You should rest."

"I'm full." Luo Jie had no objection. Staying in such an airtight environment for a long time would make people dizzy, and he already felt a little uncomfortable.

After settling the bill, the two returned along the way they came.

The snow was heavy and the wind was strong. Luo Jie was forced to retreat by the wind. It's not that he is weak, but he is wrapped too tightly, so he can't move freely like usual. In this almost difficult situation, He Songgao suddenly generously offered his arm and said, "Hold me. Is it so exaggerated?"

Roger said, "You must not wear thermal underwear. This one is new and a little small. It fits like a golden bell. I am also wearing such a long cotton jacket. How can it not be difficult?" He took He Songgao's arm and walked forward against the wind.

In the front left, the tall bell tower of the City Hall can be vaguely seen. Because of the wind, it feels like it is shaking.

"Wait for me here, I'll drive the car over." After walking for a while, He Songgao said.

Roger let go of him: "Oh, hurry up, I'm freezing."

Roger felt like he had saved his life when he returned to the hotel. He didn't take off his cotton padded jacket and lay on the sofa in the hotel to warm up: "Oh my God, it's only December, how come Munich is colder than our Yangcheng."

"Really." He Songgao didn't feel anything. He took off his coat and only wore a shirt to check the water temperature of the bathroom water heater. After a while, he came out and asked Roger, "Do you want to take a bath?"

"Yeah." Roger said, "Yes."

His body was sore and painful, and he had just sweated a lot in the bar. He really should take a bath to get rid of the sweat smell.