Chapter 57

The next day, they flew to Hamburg and stayed overnight at the Mesa Hotel near Hamburg Central Station.

This was Roger's first time in Hamburg, and he had plenty of time, so he asked He Songgao if he could go out with him.

"Of course." He Songgao said.

It was twelve o'clock noon, lunch time, and the two walked to a Chinese restaurant near the City Hall for lunch. This is a Sichuan restaurant with the slogan "XX Chinese food, let you taste the authentic hometown flavor even if you are far away from home." In fact, Roger felt that the peppers in their restaurant were all fake peppers that had lost their spicy genes. Not only were they not spicy at all, but they were also a bit greasy and sweet. Halfway through the meal, he said to He Songgao, "Let's go to the Chinese supermarket to buy some instant noodles and chili sauce. What is this? It's not Sichuan cuisine at all."

I don't know when it started, but He Songgao was surprisingly tolerant of him. No matter what he said, he said "OK" and began to meet his wishes steadily. But in fact, Roger was just talking. From the map, the Chinese supermarket was still some distance away, and it would be a waste of time to go around it now.

After dinner, they visited the City Hall. There were many tourists, and many people were taking pictures next to the fountain in the patio. Roger asked He Songgao to stand over and said, "I'll take a picture of you too." Then he retreated. The weather in Hamburg was not good today, it was gloomy and it seemed like it was going to rain. Roger looked at the camera screen and suddenly felt that He Songgao was out of tune with the people around him.

He was tall and handsome, and almost every passerby turned his head to look at him. A young lady with an Asian face even kept staring at him and almost tripped on the stairs.

Roger suddenly didn't want to take pictures anymore. He quickly pressed the shutter a few times and put away the camera. He pulled He Songgao and said, "Let's go."

"Where are we going?" He Songgao looked at him, "Aren't we going to visit?"

"I don't want to visit anymore." Roger said, and walked towards the exit, "I'm so tired."

"Tired?" He Songgao said, with a slightly puzzled tone, "Didn't you say you were going to the art museum?"

Walking out of the city hall, the Inner Alster Lake is in front of us. The weather is bad, and the lake surface is also gray, as if there is a thick fog that cannot be dispersed. Roger shrank his neck, feeling a little cold, "Is it going to snow?"

They walked along the promenade by the lake, surrounded by people in groups of three or four, mostly couples.

He Songgao said, "Are your hands cold?"

He was fully armed, except for gloves, "It's okay." Roger was a little embarrassed, "The pair of gloves you bought for me are too feminine, I want to throw them away. I am still more suitable for wearing those black leather gloves, the manly ones."

"Haha." He Songgao chuckled, "Don't pretend to be cool, it's not suitable for you."

"I'm not pretending, I'm really cool." Roger wore a long black down jacket today, which was warm but bulky. He turned around and looked at He Songgao next to him. He Songgao was also wearing very little today, and it was rare that he didn't wear a suit and leather shoes, but a black sweater and a short wool coat, which looked very neat.

It was obvious who the cool guy was.

"Why are you looking at me?" He Songgao said.

"Nothing." Roger turned his eyes away and stared at the cold lake. "What are we going to do next?"

"To the art museum?"

"I don't want to go." Roger said willfully. "I don't have that kind of artistic taste, so I definitely won't understand it."

"There's an explanation service inside."

"Forget it, no more." Roger's interest waned quickly, and now he had no interest in the art museum at all. "Let's go somewhere else. Why are all the attractions in Germany like this? Either churches or museums, either art museums or music halls. It's boring."

"You're bored after only being here for a week?"

"Yeah." Roger openly admitted that he loves novelty and dislikes old things. "I'm looking forward to going to Copenhagen tomorrow, Andersen's hometown. By the way, did you know that my nickname when I was a child was 'Ugly Duckling'? Due to malnutrition, my head was big and my body was small, and I walked like a duckling, so my mother called me Ugly Duckling. She also comforted me by saying that I was only ugly when I was a child, and I would definitely become a swan when I grew up, because she herself is a swan, hahaha." Roger's mother was indeed a beauty, with a slim figure and a pretty face. Roger always felt that his ugly father must have accumulated blessings for eight lifetimes to marry his mother, and then transformed the ugly genes of his entire family to get such a good-looking son.

Luo Jie said proudly, "My mother was right, wasn't I a white swan now?"

He Songgao said, "Let me see." He stood still and lifted Luo Jie's chin. Objectively speaking, Luo Jie was indeed good-looking. His face was a bit like a woman's oval face, with a very soft curve. It's just that he has lost weight recently, and his jawline has begun to show, with a bit of sharp edges. The most beautiful thing is his eyes, which are round and expressive, like the eyes of a small animal. He Songgao looked at it and suddenly laughed, "It doesn't look like a swan, but more like a puppy."

Luo Jie's chin was pinched, and he turned around like an object on a display stand for people to appreciate. "What are you doing? Just look at it, why touch it with your hands?" He was a little unhappy and glared at He Songgao with an angry look.

Now he has turned into a fierce puppy. He Songgao couldn't help but rub the puppy's head and said, "It's cute."

As expected, Luo Jie's face turned red. He escaped from He Songgao's control and wanted to get angry, but the words he said were soft: "What are you doing? Are you too lonely recently? In fact, it's not impossible for my brother to satisfy your idea, but can you just think about it and don't do anything?"

"That idea? What idea is it?" He Songgao thought it was funny.

"That's it," Luo Jie stole a glance at him like a thief, and quickly turned his eyes away, "I just want to fall in love, play with ambiguity or something."

Oh my God, what am I talking about. Luo Jie felt his head turned into a ball of paste. No, it's not right. Even if it's ambiguous, he can't play it. Their sexual orientations are not the same, and he can't cooperate with him to play ambiguous.

"You are quite generous." He Songgao's eyes are deep, "You are willing to play this kind of game with me."

"No, I was wrong just now." Luo Jie's old face flushed, "It's okay to let you have sexual fantasies, but don't let me know. Men, I know, everyone is the same..." "

What do you know?" If he hadn't controlled himself well, I'm afraid He Songgao would have laughed out loud, "Tell me, what would I fantasize about you? I don't really understand."

"Stop talking." Luo Jie couldn't talk anymore, "Look, it's snowing!"

Very small snowflakes fell on his face and he almost didn't feel it. Luo Jie just stared at He Songgao, but now he dared not look him in the eye. People passing by stared at them curiously, as if they rarely saw Asian faces here. Luo Jie felt very uncomfortable and urged He Songgao to hurry up. He

Songgao suddenly asked him to stretch out his hand after just two steps.

Luo Jie said with a vigilant look: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." He Songgao said, "Hurry up and stretch it out."

Luo Jie hesitantly extended his right hand.

He Songgao wrapped the cold hand in his palm and put it in his pocket: "This way you won't be cold."

"..." Luo Jie was stunned, "You, what are you doing?" This is not, this is not the plot in an idol drama? ! Or a third-rate idol drama, he pulled his hand out, but He Songgao held it very tightly, and he couldn't even open his fingers, "Are you sick?" He blushed and stared at He Songgao without any momentum, "Let go quickly, or I'll beat you up."

He Songgao smiled, not only did he not let go, but he held it even tighter.

"…" More and more people were looking over here. Although they didn't know each other, Luo Jie still felt ashamed. He warned He Songgao, "I'm really going to be angry." "

Then what?"

"What then?"

"What will you do when you're angry?"

"Beat you up."

"Then I'll let you beat me up."

"?" Luo Jie was really confused. He was still angry, but not so angry that he had to beat him up. He had to discuss with He Songgao, "I'm not cold, I don't need your help like this. And, and," he hesitated, "you're a gay, can you please not get so close to me, I'll mistakenly think you like me."

"What if I say I like you?" He Songgao said.

This scared Roger, and he even cried out in surprise, "Impossible!" His heart was in a panic, and a sticky cold air flowed through his chest, "This joke is a bit too much."

He Songgao looked at him quietly without saying a word.

At this moment, Roger exerted force and finally pulled his hand out. He turned his back and whispered, "Don't joke like that next time."

"Oh." He heard He Songgao say from behind, in a faint voice, "I was indeed joking with you." After a pause, he said, "Maybe I've been feeling lonely lately."

"Lonely?" Roger couldn't believe it, "If you want to fall in love, you can do it anytime."

He Songgao walked up to him and stood shoulder to shoulder with him, "Anytime? Who are you talking to?"

"Don't you have a lot of, that, ex-boyfriends?"

"No." He Songgao immediately denied, "I don't have several ex-boyfriends."

"Not several, but a few."

Why did this conversation go in a strange direction, Roger thought, because of the blockage in his thinking, the scope of his thinking was limited, and he only focused on how many boyfriends He Songgao had.

"Two or three."

"You're lying. I also booked restaurants and hotels for you." As he spoke, Roger started to blush again. He got angry when he mentioned this matter. He questioned He Songgao, "Why do you want me to help you arrange the venue for your date? It makes me very, very, very embarrassed."

"What makes you embarrassed?" He Songgao said, "Aren't you my secretary? You are not willing to help me with such a small thing."

"What does your date have to do with me? I'm your work secretary, not your personal secretary." He had protested this before, when he was still a straight man... No, he is still a straight man now, so it should be said like this - when he was still homophobic, He Songgao deliberately let him participate in gay private activities, thinking of desensitization treatment, he could have used a gentler method instead of whipping his soul and making him fall into a panic of "world peace". What a thief, this person.

"Then I won't bother you next time." He Songgao said straightforwardly, "I can do this little thing myself."

"..." Roger clenched his hands into fists in his pockets and said through gritted teeth, "Leave it to me." Otherwise, who would know that you were fooling around with some wild man outside, and you might get infected with some strange disease. "You don't have to do this matter yourself, President. After all, this is my responsibility." "

This is not okay, and that is not okay. What should I do?" He Songgao stopped and tilted his head to look at him, "Do I have to get your permission before going on a date?"

"That, not really." Roger was embarrassed, "Your date is your freedom, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Yeah." He Songgao nodded slowly, "There is indeed a 'friend' I've been chatting with recently."

"..." Luo Jie was stunned, "Who is it?"

He Songgao walked forward and said vaguely: "You don't know him. Let's go, I'll take you to buy something."

Luo Jie stood there for a while, feeling a little uncomfortable. What? Who are you chatting with? Is it some weird netizen? They haven't been together every day recently, and they still have time to chat with others. Is this a man? It's really annoying.

"What are you doing? Let's go." He Songgao said in front.

"...Coming." Luo Jie said sullenly.