Volume 3 Hello, Eri Chapter 275 The Loser Also Has His Wild Lily's Spring (I)
Finkel stood under the brick-carved gatehouse, with the door opening onto a busy street, a constant flow of people, and an ambiguous and warm smell in the cold air. Men and women passed by, the setting sun fell behind him, he walked into the crowd, looking blankly at the unfamiliar faces, subconsciously trying to find someone, but he couldn't remember who he was looking for.
He had no choice but to walk to a sightseeing seat on the side, leaned back and thought about why he was here. His mind was blank and he couldn't remember anything. He didn't know where this place was, let alone why he was standing here. He seemed to have lost himself.
A cup of iced lemon tea was slammed against his face. The cold touch made him jump up. He turned his head to look behind him. His helpless self was reflected in the girl's smiling eyes.
"What are you daydreaming about? Are you thinking about your little British junior sister again? How many times have I told you that you don't get along with her? She's a little princess of the royal family. She drives a Rolls-Royce when she goes out, she eats out at Michelin three-star restaurants, and her clothes are all brands you can't even understand. A pair of Mary Jane shoes is more expensive than your suit! Look at you, a bear with muscles all over your body and no intelligence except for fighting. Can you support her? Besides me, who has poor eyesight and is willing to put a collar on your dog's head and lead it for a walk?"
The girl handed the bag she had just bought to Finkel while she kept complaining to him: "Here, the drinks and snacks in the store are all a rip-off. Your only way out in this life is to follow me closely. We are both idiots, so just make do with what we have!"
The word "local dog" can be used to describe Fingel, but it is definitely not appropriate to use it to describe her. She is the kind of Chinese girl who will make people's eyes light up when walking on the streets of Europe. Her inky black hair is tied into a high side ponytail with a fluffy blue hairband, and the beard on both sides hangs down to her chest.
Although she was already a grown-up girl, she looked tall and young in her blue and white sailor suit , as if she was only sixteen or seventeen years old. Standing next to Finger, she looked like a father taking his daughter out to hang out. When she went shopping just now, many British guys approached her. She always smiled and shook her head, then raised the ring on her middle finger to show her affection. The men could only shake their heads and leave, wondering what kind of lucky man could win her favor.
Now the answer is revealed. The ring on the middle finger represents a passionate love, the kind that one wants to publicize to the whole world in a high-profile manner. The girl stuffed the bag into Finkel's hand, naturally took his palm and held it tightly, then immediately let go and stepped aside.
"Oh my god! How many times have I told you to remember to wipe your sweaty hands on a date!" The girl hurriedly took out a towel and wiped it, then threw it to Finkel, "Wipe it clean!"
Finkel was still in a downtime state. The girl was very enthusiastic towards him, but he couldn't remember her name.
"Do we... know each other?" Finkel asked hesitantly.
The girl was stunned, her eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at Finkel as if Ultraman on patrol had seen a giant monster.
"You're being ridiculous? I was only gone for a few minutes. Do you have a Pisces memory? Only seven seconds? Or did you, a playboy, lose control and fall for some pretty girl during these few minutes? Let me see, where's the vixen? Where's the vixen!" She covered her eyebrows with her hands and looked around. When she found that there was no girl prettier than her on the street, she retracted her thoughts and punched Finkel hard in the chest. "Don't make such jokes next time. It's too low and not funny. And I don't like it."
Finkel could only nod blankly. He didn't know why this girl was so intimate with him. Looking at her angry expression as if she wanted to eat him, it was obvious that there was more to her than just words. He could only agree to ease her mood.
The girl pulled him through the crowd and didn't let go until they reached the fenced path by the river. She couldn't wait to take out the hot grilled sausage from her bag and put it into the hot dog to eat enthusiastically. White cornflowers swayed at her feet, and the long catkins of the willows swept across her shoulders. The slightly cold wind from the river created ripples. The ends of her ponytail kept sweeping across Finger's shoulders, making him feel itchy and excited. The smell of German grilled sausage was very strong, but Finger felt that it couldn't compare to the subtle elegance of her body. It might be some kind of perfume, but it was more likely his hormones that had nowhere to go.
Across the river, there are many Gothic and Baroque-style houses, with white walls, red windowsills, and pointed roofs, just like where the princesses live in Disneyland. There are also some well-maintained red brick houses. The people living there are hanging clothes to dry, and the girl next to me is chewing on a sausage like a hamster, and she is in the mood to say hello to others. Unexpectedly, the people over there also responded to her in a friendly manner. It seems that even the air has become more beautiful at this moment.
Fingel remembered that the river was the Rhine, and this was Rudesheim, the most beautiful town by the Rhine. He came here for a date. As a German, he wanted to introduce his country to his Chinese girlfriend. But the problem was that he couldn't remember his girlfriend's name. His Chinese was not good before, but because of her, he made great progress. He could speak it like a Henan person. Those simple words seemed to be on his lips, but he couldn't say them normally, as if he was under some strange spell.
"It's so beautiful, exactly the same as the idyllic scene I imagined." The girl's eyes were filled with excitement. She came from an industrial city, and her impression since childhood was that the sky in her hometown was always gray. Later, when she grew up, she particularly disliked the hustle and bustle of big cities. Although she loved to play, she preferred quiet places.
"There are indeed farmlands behind the town. Do you want to go and take a look?" Finkel suggested.
"Oh, I was just kidding. I just like that style, but I didn't say I want to settle down here." The girl stuck out her tongue. "I hate bugs. I can't do farm work. If one day I open my window and find a bug rushing into my bedroom and landing on my shoulder, I will probably scream and bang my head against the wall and die."
"When you fight, you're like a gangster carrying two kitchen knives. You can chop your way from Tsim Sha Tsui to Causeway Bay. How could you be afraid of bugs?" Finkel remembered the girl's appearance when she was training at Kassel Academy. Her roar was like Zhang Fei occupying the long plank bridge. The opponent who was originally unable to beat her was shocked, and her fighting power was improved by 100%. She kicked the opponent's protective gear to pieces and kicked the Indian boy against the wall.
Originally, her popularity was quite high, and she was ranked among the top three of the top ten most desired girls in Kassel. But because of this incident, her reputation quickly declined. No boyfriend would want to be kicked out by his girlfriend when he has an argument with her. The energetic Chinese girl is so damn cute in contrast, so cute that it is unbearable.
The Chinese girl felt the change in the atmosphere around her and felt a little lost. The arrogant and unbridled smiles of the Liangshan heroes gradually disappeared. She became more and more like a lady from a wealthy family, even eating with her lips pursed and not taking big bites happily.
This is how Finger was able to succeed quickly. When he confessed to her, he mainly shook his chest muscles with one hand, saying, "Look at this tendon muscle of mine. I can definitely be your punching bag when you get angry in the future. I can take a beating!" The girl lowered her head and said, "Really? Then take my punch and see?" Then she hit Finger with a lightning-fast uppercut, knocking him over 360 degrees and falling into the flowers with stars in his eyes... The girl came over and picked up the bouquet of roses on the ground, smiling brightly and saying, "Well, it's okay. It looks like it can take a beating. Then it's you!" Then she grabbed Finger, stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss on the face as a small reward. Finger was instantly ecstatic. The switch between violence and tenderness was seamless, and she easily controlled the little virgin.
"Of course I'm afraid. Why not? I'm too timid, okay? I'm not only afraid of insects, but also moths and cockroaches! I'm even afraid of ladybugs!" The girl patted her chest, as if she recalled some unpleasant memories.
Finkel pondered for a moment and imagined that if an unknown insect appeared in their house in the future, she would probably scream, pick up her shoes, and slap the insect and her boyfriend to pieces.
...It's really scary. It seems I need to take more calcium tablets. Calcium tablets strengthen bones, and sandbags are thorough.
"So you don't plan to live in the countryside permanently? You obviously like the idyllic life so much." Finkel said.
"We have to be practical! There's no chance of going in spring, summer or autumn, but it's definitely fun to go there in winter! When I open the door, there's a lot of snow. I can just roll over and make a giant snowman! It would be great if I could raise a dog so I can play snowball catching with it. I prefer dogs to cats!" The girl clapped her hands, her eyes seemed to reflect her imagination of that kind of life, "I had never seen snow before going abroad, and I've rarely even been out of that city. People in the south are so pitiful!"
Finkel thought to himself, I know this, you don't come from a wealthy family so you always like to be frugal, you never want to spend my money, I saved up several months' salary from working to come to Germany for this trip, you still don't know that I'm actually quite wealthy, and you always think that you and I are the same kind of people, you always haggle for a long time before buying anything, and then say that this is the money saved for your future marriage, you have to buy yourself an extra-long floor-length wedding dress so that I can hold it at the wedding and realize your dream of being a princess in this life.
"I have a friend who owns a house in the countryside of Germany that's bigger than you can imagine. Not many people live there usually, and it's so dusty that it can almost be used as a dictionary. He said that if we are willing to help him clean it, he can lend it to us for a few months every year. Are you interested?" Finkel said after thinking for a while.
He did not have much money at Kassel Academy, because his ancestors were known for their strict education. They did not want their offspring to be spoiled brats, but to be self-reliant and start their own business. The family would only open its arms to them after they succeeded. However, there were indeed large houses in the country estates, but few people would go back to live there. Even the family itself would consider whether to rent them out to avoid leaving them idle for too long.
"Really?" The girl trembled with excitement, and the sausage fell down, which was caught by Finkel and thrown into his mouth.
"Then you can't join the Executive Department!" Finkel winked. "The missions there are many and complicated. You might be picked up by a helicopter when you just arrive at the manor and are about to enjoy a candlelight dinner. It's better to get another job, such as an intelligence officer. Then you can choose Germany and stay here directly. You only need to drive back when you get off work, and drive back to town when you work."
"Hey, again? We agreed not to mention this!" The girl pretended to be angry and pointed at Finkel with the half-eaten hot dog in her hand, as if it were a sharp sword.
Finkel had discussed issues concerning the future with his girlfriend more than once. His girlfriend's choice was very clear. She wanted to join the executive department because the salary there was the highest. She had already submitted an application and hoped that when there were tasks, she could participate earlier so that she could get enough credits to graduate early and then start saving money.
Finkel has expressed his opposition to this future plan more than once. Although the executive department is well paid, it is the most dangerous department. There are reports of disappearances every year, and the final search and rescue operations also find nothing. Who knows where the lives were lost in the dragon ruins or if they were attacked by something in the no-man's land. In short, the ending is the same, and even the bodies cannot be found.
No boyfriend in the world would willingly let his girlfriend do a dangerous job. Finkel persuaded her many times, but the girl refused to change. She had her own plans and ideas. She joined Kassel College because although this university was overseas, it not only promised her a scholarship, but also guaranteed her a high-paying job after graduation. If she regretted it, she would have to pay a penalty.
"Alright, alright!" Finkel raised his hands in surrender. "Let's not talk about the safety of the job for now. The Executive Division is already very busy, isn't it? The missions there can be anywhere on Earth. One moment you're working as a Deadpool on an island in the Pacific, and the next moment you might be assigned to slay dragons in Siberia. I don't want you to spend your daily life traveling on airplanes! When it gets really busy, I can't even find you on the satellite phone."
"What? Are you lonely? Do you miss me?" The girl smiled like a cunning little fox. "Oh my, when you usually go out to flirt with other girls, I never see you thinking about the lonely and cold me behind you? Or did you release all your energy on the innocent little sister, so you become a weak and helpless person when you come to me?"
