By the time Han Zhou finished eating the famous Mao Xiong Country specialties, Mao Xiong Red Sausage and Big Leba, he could not wait to find a bucket of instant noodles to soak in.
Fortunately, the borscht is good.
At this time, Wang Xiya changed into a new set of clothes, and then held up a new set of clothes: "Let's go out to play, wear this."
Han Zhou looked at the big coat in Wang Xiya's hand, and then at his own coat hanging at the door.
The coat hanging at the door was bought by An Lan overnight last night. There was also a dress in Han Zhou's suitcase.
It was obvious that Wang Xiya had just bought this set because the tag was still on it.
Han Zhou was confused: "It's so cold, where can we go to play?"
"Then the Mosco people don't go out during the whole winter?"
Wang Xiya pointed out the window: "Don't you think that only Mosko in the severe winter is the real Mosko?"
Han Zhou lamented that if the Germans and French people had this understanding, they would not be completely defeated.
Han Zhou stood up and took the clothes, pulled off the tag and threw it into the trash can.
Han Zhou didn't want to see this tag, and he couldn't afford to pay it back.
Because I had already stupidly looked at the tags of the two coats An Lan bought in the morning.
Wang Xiya held the shoulders of the coat and helped Han Zhou put on the coat.
Wang Chuyang finished the marinated fat meat in a few seconds, which Han Zhou found a little disgusting, and asked excitedly: "Where are we going to play?"
Wang Xiya: "Go and play."
"Okay, I'll get out." Wang Chuyang sat back and continued to eat Da Lieba.
It seems that these dishes are very suitable to his taste.
Han Zhou got dressed and was ready to go out.
Wang Xiya took out another pair of leather boots from her room: "Wear this pair, it looks good with this coat."
Han Zhou had no choice but to put on new shoes.
Then under Wang Chuyang's gaze, the two people went out.
As soon as the two of them left, Wang Chuyang took out his mobile phone and started searching for addresses with Yangma.
After searching for the address, Wang Chuyang called the driver urgently.
The driver from the Bear Country saluted: "The boss said he can't take you to a place with more than three women."
Wang Chuyang: "..."
"Then let's go to Red Square and have a look."
Driver: "There are more than three thousand women in that place."
Wang Chuyang: "..."
"So where can I visit? Mosco Male Keto Bar?"
driver:"……"
"You can go to any place with your legs, and I won't take the blame."
As expected of the driver and translator from Mao Xiong Country, this accent looks like someone from Northeast China.
Wang Chuyang chuckled: "Then tell me which one is the most fun!"
…
Chityakov Gallery.
The car stopped and Wang Xiya confirmed with the driver again and again: "Are you sure you can enter this place without queuing? Is there a skip-the-line ticket?"
Driver: "OK!"
Han Zhou glanced over and saw the long queue outside the gallery. It didn't look like he could get in without queuing.
At this time of year, even though it's only three o'clock in the afternoon, it's already getting dark in Mosko.
There are still a lot of people queuing up here.
Wang Xiya introduced: "This gallery is a collection of paintings by a businessman named Chityakov with his own personal power. It contains paintings by famous people and stage paintings from all stages of the art history of the Bear Country."
"There are also some paintings by famous French, German and other European painters."
"Generally speaking, it takes at least three hours to visit here."
"let's go."
At this time, the driver was already saying hello.
A tall, muscular man and a thin, short middle-aged man trotted over together.
The bodyguard in the car behind immediately stood in front of Han Zhou An Lan.
Then I saw the driver communicating with the two of them.
Soon, the sturdy man nodded to indicate that it was okay, okay.
Driver: "Boss, follow them and don't have to queue."
Han Zhou: “You really don’t have to queue?”
Wang Xiya looked at the long queue in the direction of the door: "Here in Mao Xiong Country, everyone is surprised by what happens. In the entire Mosko, 60% of the policemen drive police cars for rent during working hours."
Han Zhou: "6"
Soon, two locals, one tall and one short, walked inside with Han Zhou An Lan and two bodyguards.
Some people in the queue shouted and cursed.
Although Han Zhou couldn't understand what was being said, he could understand the emotion.
Apparently, the other party was very unhappy.
Wang Xiya was also stunned.
ticket?
At this time, the short local man used an unimaginably loud voice to scold the people in the queue...
In the queue, someone shouted and cursed again.
Then, the short local man shouted back in a louder voice.
The tall man smiled: "You can just jump in and cut in line. If someone scolds you, he will be responsible for scolding him back."
"If someone wants to do something, I will take him to the hospital."
Han Zhou: "..."
Wang Xiya: "6"
Han Zhou was very curious: "Is this a specialty profession of your Bear Country?"
What scene haven’t I seen? (crossed out)
I have never seen this scene before.
I’ve seen people waiting in line, people selling tickets, but I’ve never seen people jumping in line.
This fee is not much, it is about 300 Chinese national currency, and it also includes the original ticket of the real ticket.
The ticket itself costs 800 rubles, which is almost 100 yuan according to the current exchange rate.
The two people only made about a hundred yuan, but in the Bear Country, this money could be used as a hundred and fifty dollars. After all, survival materials are cheap.
Of course, don't buy fruits and vegetables.
Wang Xiya kept her head lowered while going to the door to jump in line.
Han Zhou was chatting with the tall man.
It turns out that this is really not a specialty profession in the Bear Country.
This is the advanced experience that the tall man learned from Italy.
I heard from colleagues over at Italy that it originated from French Braised Chicken.
The big man: "We just like to learn from the advanced experience of Europeans."
"Some time ago, some Chinese people came to us to learn the whole process. I think you will be able to meet my apprentice at the Magic City Amusement Park in the near future. I will leave you a phone number. You don't have to queue up at the Magic City Amusement Park."
Wang Xiya lowered her head to translate. At this time, she answered for Han Zhou: "No, let's go in quickly."
I really don’t have to queue when I go to the Magic City Amusement Park...
The key is that we cannot afford to lose this person in the country.
After entering the hall, Wang Xiya had the nerve to raise her head.
Driver, so unreliable!
Just imagine, Wang Xiya, who has assets worth tens of billions in stock price, jumped in line at an art exhibition. How embarrassing would it be if word spread?
Skip the line.
Han Zhou looked at the painting happily: "Don't you want to see the painting? Just look at it?"
The weather was originally cold, but when she encountered such an embarrassing thing, Wang Xiya's face was as red as a ripe red apple.
Looking up and seeing the painting, Wang Xiya began to introduce: "This painting was created by a famous painter from the Mao Xiong Kingdom in the 18th century. At that time, Impressionism was very popular in Europe. Finally, after the German Art Exhibition, it also caused a large-scale sensation in the Mao Xiong Country.
"
"This is a painting by Assani, the most famous Impressionist painter from the country of the Bear at that time."
"However, this is not the peak of Impressionism in the Mao Xiong Kingdom. Nearly a hundred years later, the Mongolian painter Ba Tuo's "Sailboat" represents the peak of post-Impressionism."
sailboat?
At this moment, more than seven hundred paintings of sailing ships flashed through Han Zhou's mind.
Han Zhou thought that was all.
Next, "Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sunken ship, and thousands of trees grew in front of the diseased trees." Ancient poems and articles about ships came in droves.
Fortunately, next, novels related to it popped up.
Then there are songs.
When movies like "Pi", "Pirates of the Caribbean" and "Zheng Chenggong" also appeared, Han Zhou's face became ugly.
Wang Xiya did not notice that Han Zhou was so uncomfortable and continued to introduce: "This self-portrait of Andres Bakschkov..."
Han Zhou's whole body felt bad.
After looking at several paintings in a row, Wang Xiya said: "I don't know about this painting. What do you think this painting means?"
At this time, Han Zhou's face was pale, his brows were furrowed, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
Wang Xiya panicked: "Han Zhou, what's wrong with you?"
She touched Han Zhou's forehead with her little hand, and then put the back of her hand against Han Zhou's forehead: "You don't have a fever?"
"Do you have a cold? Wind chill?"
Han Zhou gritted his teeth and forced a smile: "I feel... I'm allergic to art..."
"Hurry up and run away...you have to stay here to watch..."
Paintings, in many cases, are not paintings of a specific thing.
Instead, we extract the common features of this type of items and then draw them ambiguously.
This can give people many different feelings, and everyone has different feelings when watching it.
When Han Zhou saw these things, it was like he had encountered a master key that could open his brain.
Any memory partition can be opened indiscriminately.
Wang Xiya supported Han Zhou, turned around and walked out.
No matter how beautiful the painting was, no matter how much she wanted to see the original painting, Wang Xiya didn't want to stay for even a minute.
He even cried slightly: "What's wrong with you?"
"Can I leave?"
"Shall I carry you?"
Han Zhou shook his head and motioned for him to leave.
Han Zhou struggled to walk and leaned against Wang Xiya.
Wang Xiya held Han Zhou's arm and walked out.
Feeling the soft touch of his arms, Han Zhou felt that his brain felt much better.
The moment he walked out of the door, Han Zhou felt that his thinking ability had recovered a lot.
Is this thing still unbearable?
Couldn't I become the great director in "Private Customization"?
I wanted to be elegant, but ended up being poisoned.
The moment he walked out of the door, Han Zhou let out a long breath: "Okay."
Wang Xiya: "???"
"What……?"
Wang Xiya hugged Han Zhou's arm and raised her head, a little surprised and at a loss.
alright?
It looks like the symptoms have really disappeared!
"Shall we go to the hospital for a check-up?"
"That's great." Han Zhou said, "Look, I'm fine."
Wang Xiya looked over and saw that Han Zhou's face had returned to rosy.
Han Zhou looked down and saw a tear falling from the corner of Wang Xiya's eyes.
Why is this stupid boss still crying?
"That's great."
Wang Xiya reached out to touch Han Zhou's forehead, pinched his neck and ears, and then lay on Han Zhou's chest: "Don't talk, I'll listen to his heartbeat."
"Maybe it's a heart arrhythmia."
After various confirmations, Wang Xiya confirmed that Han Zhou was fine.
It's already dark outside and snow is falling.
Under the dim street lights, there is a bench where you can hide from the snow.
Wang Xiya: "Don't go back to the car yet. Let's get some air. It may be the reason for the difficulty in breathing."
When they got to the bench, Wang Xiya helped Han Zhou sit down. Han Zhou sat down with a normal expression: "I'm feeling really good."
However, Wang Xiya was so frightened that she had not yet come to her senses. She took a closer look at Han Zhou's pupils.
Wang Xiya wanted to see if there were any signs of Han Zhou's pupils dilating.
But in Han Zhou's pupils, he could only see his own blurred reflection.
When Han Zhou looked at Wang Xiya, what he saw were hazy tears.
"It's okay, please sit down for a while." Han Zhou pulled Wang Xiya to sit down.
Wang Xiya sat closely against Han Zhou, and then she realized that she was still holding Han Zhou's hand tightly.
Fingers clasped together.
The two sat quietly. Wang Xiya felt her legs touching the bench were cold and subconsciously curled up her legs.
Han Zhou subconsciously raised his hand and hugged Wang Xiya's leg to his own: "It's over."
"Is this Ya poisoning?"
"I say goodbye to this kind of high-end art in this life."
Wang Xiya was confused and confused.
What is Ya poisoning?
"Ah? There is also...this disease?"
"How to treat it?"
Wang Xiya thought of a possibility and blushed: "Should we rely on vulgarity to cure elegance?"
"Then...I'll help you find one to jump...jump...uh..."
Han Zhou smiled: "You don't regard the young lady from the Bear Country as a human being. Where can I find a striptease in this winter?"
"Forget it, we can't see the art exhibition. I guess the art museum is too crowded."
Wang Xiya flicked a few large snowflakes off Han Zhou's head with her slender fingers: "Is it cold?"
"Kind of."
Wang Xiya: "Let's go to a place where we can breathe."
On the outskirts of the city, on the Yenisei River, the two of them saw warriors holding torches and swimming in ice caves.
To be precise, I went down and took a dip.
The young lady went down in her swimsuit.
Han Zhou's eyes widened when he saw it.
Wang Xiya pinched Han Zhou's waist, but unfortunately his clothes were too thick and he couldn't pinch him.
Except for a glimpse of the young lady entering the water, the surroundings were extremely quiet.
It's snowing in the city, but outside the city you can vaguely see the stars.
Wang Xiya was in a daze when she was hit by a snowball, and then she heard Han Zhou's hilarious laughter: "Hahahaha!"
It seemed like everything was all right? Only then did Wang Xiya let go of her worries and formed a snowball.
Of course, it missed.
"You can't hide!" Wang Xiya snorted.
Han Zhou: "Wouldn't you be a fool if you don't hide?"
Several bodyguards stood far away, with cold hands and feet, watching the two of them playing in the snow.
"What's so fun about this thing? Our pile is full of snow."
Another bodyguard: "The boss and my boyfriend are playing in the snow? It's love!"
"Of course you, a bachelor, don't think snow is fun."
…
In the morning, Han Zhou faced a huge choice that he needed to face.
In the box, there are two sets of dresses, one is marked as a dress for the award ceremony, and the other is marked as a dress for the reception.
They were all bought by An Lan.
At this time, Wang Xiya had a dress on her left hand and a dress on her right hand.
He looked at himself expectantly.
Han Zhou didn't know how to choose.
Finally, Han Zhou took out the dress jacket An Lan had prepared for him for the award ceremony.
Then he took the trousers of Wang Xiya's right hand dress.
Bright black trousers with vertical stripes.
It has a dark purple collar with patterns and a gray-black frosted top.
Any fashionista who sees it will shout 666.
Just when Han Zhou was about to change it himself.
Wang Xiya has already picked up her suit jacket.
Han Zhou could only let Wang Xiya help him put it on.
After putting it on, Wang Xiya carefully arranged the details of the suit.
Han Zhou looked down at Wang Xiya who was serious, and suddenly saw Wang Xiya raising her head and a pair of red lips.
"Brother Han, did you see my sister..." Wang Chuyang walked to the door, was stunned for a second, and silently closed the door.