Chapter 59

The next day, they took a direct bus from Hamburg to Copenhagen to Denmark.

At 7:30, Roger was forcibly pulled up.

He glanced at the time and complained, "Isn't the bus at 10 o'clock? It's still early now."

"Get up, eat, take a shower, and pack your luggage. It's almost time."

What's wrong with taking a shower in the morning? Roger would never take a shower. He got up and took his time to wash his face and brush his teeth. When he left, He Songgao was eating. Maybe because of the obvious dark circles under his eyes, He Songgao asked, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Ah." Roger sat down guiltily, "I don't know, maybe I was dreaming."

"What dream?"

"I forgot." Roger picked up the fork and picked up a piece of bread, "Hurry up and eat, and then pack your luggage."

In fact, he had almost packed everything last night, but he asked the hotel to take a few clothes to wash, and they were not delivered until this morning. Luo Jie carefully searched all the corners of the room where things might be hidden, and confirmed that nothing was left out before closing the suitcase and calling He Songgao: "Are you ready?"

He Songgao had just finished taking a shower, and walked out of the bathroom with a towel tied around his waist.

Luo Jie politely looked away and muttered: "Showering in the morning, what a bad habit."

Although, but, his figure is still so good. Luo Jie remembered the first time he went on a business trip with him. Because of some accidents, they stayed in the same room, and He Songgao also got up early in the morning to take a shower. After so many years, this bad habit has not been changed. However, Luo Jie couldn't help but stick his eyes on He Songgao. What a strong muscle, what a beautiful abdominal muscle. He was so busy that he still found time to work out. Did the president have an obsession with keeping in shape?

"If you want to look, look openly. Why are you doing it secretly?"

He Songgao said coldly, which startled Roger. "I didn't peek. I have what you have." What's so good about it? Roger complained in his heart, and then put their luggage side by side and reminded him, "It's half past eight. You'd better hurry up."

"I'll change my clothes."

Finally, after a while of dawdling, at nine o'clock, they went downstairs to check out. The central station was very close, and the hotel car could take them to the station for free. When they arrived, it was just a quarter after nine. It snowed all night, and the snow piled up to about a finger thick. He Songgao rarely wore a down jacket. Roger teased him and said that you finally don't want to be graceful.

"Really?" He Songgao looked down at him, "Do you mean I was very elegant before?"

"You are still very elegant now." Luo Jie flattered him habitually, "You are really handsome, see, all the beautiful women passing by are fascinated by you."

"Then are you fascinated by me?"

"..." Luo Jie was so greasy that goosebumps appeared on his skin. He put on a fake smile and said, "That's not the case. I will only be fascinated by beautiful girls."

"Oh." He Songgao said, without any emotional changes.

What's the matter? No jealousy? Luo Jie was a little embarrassed, thinking, did I misunderstand? In fact, he doesn't like me. This is also possible... After all, there are many excellent men, why does he have to like someone who can't fall in love with him. Roger coughed lightly and pointed to a store not far away and said, "Do you want something to drink? I'll go buy it."

"No need." He Songgao said.

"Oh." Roger touched his nose and said, "Then I won't drink either."

Oh, why - I feel a little disappointed. I really don't understand. Maybe it's because the cold air affects the mood, Roger thought. There doesn't seem to be a better explanation than this.

Roger was a little unhappy until he got on the bus and drove out of the station. This kind of unhappiness is hard to explain, it's just that his mood is as sour as soaked in cheap wine. He tried to think of happy things, but he couldn't be happy no matter how he thought.

He sat by the window and looked at the snow outside. The snow was heavy and stuck to the window. He exhaled and drew a smiley face on the window glass.

Hey, be happy soon.

"What's wrong with you?" Someone noticed his unhappiness and asked.

Luo Jie didn't turn around: "I'm so sleepy. I didn't get enough rest last night."

"Really?"

"That can't be fake." Luo Jie whispered, and found a comfortable position to nestle in the seat, saying, "I'll take a nap, wake me up when we get there."

He really felt sleepy while sitting. The bus was speeding on the highway, very stable, and he fell asleep in the swaying.

When he woke up, his head was resting on He Songgao's shoulder. Luo Jie tilted his head and was in a daze for a while. Where was this? It was so hot. No, I didn't drool! He sat up and hurriedly wiped the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, it was dry. No, this is too embarrassing. Luo Jie said, with a hint of complaint, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"You seem to be sleeping soundly." He Songgao said, taking out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack, "Would you like some water?"

"Yeah." Luo Jie took it, the bottle cap was already unscrewed, he took a sip, it tasted a bit sweet.

At this time, the bus arrived at the station, but did not stop, but drove into the lower cabin of the ship with other vehicles in the passage. Luo Jie leaned on the window sill and looked out curiously.

"Get off the bus." He Songgao said.

They followed the crowd and climbed onto the deck from the side of the ship. The wind was very strong and the sea was foggy. As soon as Luo Jie climbed up, he was blown by the wind and stumbled. "It's so cold!" He said. The endless blue sea that he imagined did not appear. On the contrary, because of the bad weather, the visibility was very low, and the wind was so strong that people could not open their eyes. Afraid of falling, he held onto He Songgao's arm and said tremblingly, "Let's go down!"

It was lunch time, so they went back to the belly of the ship to find something to eat. The cabin had several floors, like a large service area on a ship, with everything, toilets, restaurants, shops, cafes, and even entertainment rooms. The two of them walked around, and Roger wanted to eat the beef burger sold at the window. He Songgao went to line up, and Roger went to the rest area to wait for him. On the way, they also saw some pistachios for sale. They were very big and only cost 6 euros per serving. He couldn't wait, so he bought one for himself and asked He Songgao if he wanted to eat it when he came back, so as to avoid wasting it. There were

a lot of people, and He Songgao came back after a while. In addition to the beef burger, he also had two cups of coffee in his hand. Roger looked at the beef burger in his hand, then at the half-eaten croissant in his hand, and said guiltily: "Well, I was too hungry, so I bought a croissant first."

"Is it delicious?" He Songgao sat down and asked.

"Yeah." Roger said, in fact, it was just so-so, but when you are hungry, you can accept anything. He asked He Songgao if he wanted to eat.

"Eat." But He Songgao seemed to have misunderstood, and directly lowered his head and took a big bite from the place where Roger had bitten.

"Eh..." My croissant! Roger's face turned green. How can I eat it if you are like this!

He Songgao's expression was innocent, as if he was saying: Do you dislike me?

It's not that I dislike it... Hey, how can that be. Roger held up the croissant, wondering if he would be too ungenerous if he gave him the whole thing, and might even be misunderstood as - that thing, homophobia. He hesitated to speak, wanting to say something but not daring to, and finally could only continue to eat the croissant that He Songgao had bitten.

"..." His mood was so complicated.

"Do you want another beef burger?" He Songgao handed him a beef burger as if he hadn't seen it.

"Eat." Roger said, and finished the croissant in a few bites, peeled off the skin of the beef burger and continued to eat.

After eating, they sat in their seats and drank coffee. This place is a sea view area, and you can see the scenery outside through the glass windows, but there is nothing at the moment, and it is not worth appreciating at all. Roger was a little disappointed, but seeing that He Songgao seemed very calm, he remembered that this was an "accident" during the trip. Since it was an accident, it was inevitable. What was there to be disappointed about? Besides, it was not completely useless. No matter how bad it was, He Songgao was still with him.

Thinking of this, Roger was happy again. He wanted to chat with He Songgao.

He held the coffee cup in his mouth and asked He Songgao: "Are you familiar with Denmark?"

"No. I don't come here often."

He was curious: "Isn't this place very close to the UK? I think you should have traveled to various European countries often when you were studying." The life of rich people is probably either playing or looking for fun.

"I've been here, but not often." He Songgao said, "There's not much fun in Denmark."

"So we only stay for two days." Roger thought.

"How many days do you want to play?" He Songgao said, as if this was something that could be discussed.

"I'll listen to you. If you say it's not fun, then it's definitely not fun."

"Well. I'll take you skiing in two days."

Wow! That's great! Roger's eyes lit up: "Where to go? Sweden, Norway or Finland?" As far as he knows, there are many large ski resorts in these three countries.

"Finland," He Songgao said.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Roger clenched his fists, "I've only been to ski resorts in the northeast, not in Finland. I'm looking forward to it! It must be fun."

After chatting aimlessly for a while, the ship arrived at the port.

Back on the bus. A border policeman came up to check the documents, and Roger turned out his passport. The policeman checked the first few rows, looked at the back, and then went down.

"This is too perfunctory." Roger muttered.

"Are you still sleepy?" He Songgao asked.

"Not sleepy anymore," said Luo Jie. He had taken a nap in the morning and was very energetic now.

"Then let's continue chatting."

"What to chat about?"

"Whatever."

Luo Jie stood up a little and saw that people were sleeping in front and behind him, so he lowered his voice and said, "Then let's keep our voices down and don't disturb others' rest."

He Songgao leaned close to his ear and also lowered his voice, "Okay. But your voice is still a little loud."

The warm breath sprayed on his ear, itching. Luo Jie couldn't help but lean to the side and said in a whisper, "How about this?"

"This is fine." He Songgao said in the same way.

The two played the game of "whose voice is quieter" and finally got closer and closer, almost squeezing into one seat.

"Don't squeeze me." Roger pushed He Songgao and said, "I'm almost sticking to the wall."

"Oh." He Songgao moved out, "Is this okay?"

"Okay, okay."

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, they arrived at the Copenhagen Bus Terminal. The hotel car was waiting outside, and people helped them carry their luggage along the way. The scene that Roger imagined of dragging luggage around never happened.

Denmark is a place with a strong Christmas atmosphere. It was only mid-December, and before the end of the month, Christmas decorations were set up in the streets and alleys, and you could even see lively Christmas parades on the road. Roger leaned on the car window and looked out, saying enviously, "I want to go out and play, too."

"Are you tired?" He Songgao said, "If you're not tired, let's go out for a walk after dinner."

"Not tired, not tired." How could playing be tiring? Roger said, "It's decided! Let's go to the hotel first, what shall we eat tonight?"

Staying in the city center.

This time, we finally booked a suite. Roger walked around in the room and was very satisfied with the environment here. The floor was very high, and the view was unobstructed, and you could see the night view of the city center. He took off his coat and lay on the soft sofa, not wanting to move at all, "Does the hotel have a restaurant? Can they bring dinner up?"

"Sure." He Songgao said, dialing the hotel's internal line.