song juhan wanted to catch an early flight abroad, and he was picked up at five o'clock in the morning.
when he got up, he woke up and sat at the head of the bed watching him wash his face, brush his teeth, change his clothes, and watch in silence.
finally he kissed he he hard and said he would be back in a few days. why just look at him and go out the door without looking back.
then he got up. he rummaged through his suitcase and packed a large box of clothes and common items, as well as all the documents and cards and cash he had to use when he went out.
packing his bags, he began to wash, eat breakfast, and change clothes.
dressed, he sat in his study and called his mother and said he was going to europe for a long vacation. her mother was very happy and said that she would give him the address of the french house and the contact information of the housekeeper later, and he could live there when he went to france, and in the summer, she would send susu to play with him.
after contacting his mother, he sent messages to gu qingpei, zhuang jieyu and chen shan respectively, and calmly said that he wanted to go to europe to relax, the mobile phone was not used for the time being, and there was something to send an email to contact. he left the specially registered mailbox that he used to log on to the gay forum, which no one knew, and he told them not to tell anyone.
having done all this, he took a taxi to the airport and bought a ticket to europe at the counter, to amsterdam.
coincidentally, at that time, the middle and high-level officials of nanchuang went to nice for the annual meeting, although he did not go in the end, but as early as a few months ago, when the personnel department organized, he had already handled a schengen visa for him, and he did not expect to come in handy. <
the moment the plane took off, he looked at the ground that was gradually moving away, and his heart was numb and painful.
he had done the most determined trick, he had thought that at this moment, he would collapse, but he did not, because as early as seven years ago, he had paved the way for this day countless times, rehearsed countless times, he could not describe how much pain he had, but he was sober, more awake than ever.
he saw song juhan clearly, saw himself clearly, saw everything between them, and also saw the future.
when song juhan asked him if he "minded", he did not lie, he really did not mind, because he did not care anymore, song juhan's life, from then on has nothing to do with him.
like a person, silently put in the heart when the purest beauty, why take it out to become an abomination.
it was as if he had drunk a drink, drunk for seven years, unable to extricate himself, and now his wine had finally awakened, and he had woken up with great enlightenment.
so he decided to look at the world he had never seen before, and when he still had such an impulse, he set off quickly, so as not to regret it.
he hopes to use the world's size to reflect the narrowness of his paintings and come out firmly.
when i arrived in frankfurt, i began to regret it the moment i landed. looking at the unfamiliar environment around him, the various races, speaking languages he could understand or did not understand, he kind of wanted to fly home.
he took a deep breath, went to buy a phone card, booked a nearby hotel, and asked a taxi to drop him off.
when he got to the hotel, he finally felt more comfortable. <
he washed away the fatigue of the journey and slept deeply.
when he woke up, just as it was dawn, he asked the hotel to bring the meal to his room, sat at the table, and looked out the window while eating, thinking about the next plan.
in the end, he still couldn't help but open the computer and start searching for travelogues.
the netherlands and france bordered each other, and it used to be very fast, but he wanted to wait for su su to come to france again, and he wanted to see europe in these two months.
after looking at the internet for half a day, he contacted a chinese travel agency that offered customized tours, he called the past, the staff asked him how many people to share the group, he simply said: "one." the
other party was stunned: "sir, do you want to travel to europe alone?" "don't
you still have a driver?"
"well, there are drivers and guides, but if you're alone, the cost will be very high."
"how high."
"it depends on your itinerary, and if it's a regular route we recommend, it's about 50,000 or 60,000."
why hesitated, it was indeed a little expensive, but he really did not want to be with too many strangers: "i only need the driver, not the tour guide, can it be cheaper?" "yes
, our drivers can be half tour guides."
"okay, i'll send you the itinerary i want to take." <
why, facing the european tourism map, the engineer made a mistake and carefully planned a relatively reasonable and time-saving travel route map and passed it on to the travel agency.
the travel agency negotiated the itinerary with him, he paid the deposit, and waited for the driver to pick him up tomorrow.
he stretched his waist a little and couldn't help but show a faint smile.
until now, he still felt like everything was dreaming, how he had come to the other side of the earth alone, so far from home.
just to avoid song juhan?
yes, he really didn't want to see song juhan again, he was afraid that his emotions would get out of control and he would do irreparable things, just like he looked at song juhan's gentle smiling face last night, but what he wanted was to tighten his neck.
sooner or later, he would have to go back, and when he asked himself to go back, he could face song juhan calmly and fearlessly.
the next day, there was a knock on the door of the guest room.
he had already packed up and was waiting for the driver, when he walked over and opened the door.
at the door stood a handsome young man, wearing a simple t-shirt and ripped jeans, with wheat-colored skin and a sunny smile: "hey, i'm chou, chinese name is zhou heyi, you are mr. he." he smiled
and shook hands with him: "why am i."
"hello hello, i'm your driver and tour guide, and i'm going to take care of each other for the next month." zhou heyi graciously picked up he's luggage, "mr. he, please." <
"please."
zhou heyi, a very cheerful and talkative young man who laughs at every turn, tells him that his grandparents were the first chinese to smuggle --- to the netherlands, where he was born and raised and has only returned to china a few times.
why do i like the warm, simple temperament of him very much, there is such a person on the road, it should not be boring.
zhou heyi introduced him to the customs and customs of the netherlands, introduced the general situation of the city they were going to, and from time to time he would howl two sentences to the music, and then enjoy himself for half a day.
they spent the day in the city of amsterdam and stayed in the evening at a hotel next to the canal recommended by the travel agency.
after dinner, zhou he took him to visit the red light district.
why is the personality more conservative, but not old-fashioned, he looks at those lights and wine, although it is not very acceptable, but also does not express any opinions, zhou he took him to see, he looked at what, the netherlands for sexual culture, especially the same-sex culture, simply let him open his eyes.
when they were tired of shopping, they sat in a tavern and watched football while drinking beer.
zhou heyi is a standard fan, and when he talks about the football head, his eyes are shining with excitement. recently playing in the european championship qualifiers, he introduced the advantages of each country to why and proudly said that the netherlands are the big favourites to win the title this year.
why did he listen with a smile and feel deep envy.
a simple, kind, enthusiastic, happy young man, with him, seems to be infected with the breath of ease. <
in the evening, they went back to the hotel.
zhou heyi sent him to the door of the hotel, smiled and said, "mr. he, you go up to rest, what time will i pick you up tomorrow?"
he deliberately said, "don't you live here?"
"where can i afford to live, a day or two is not counted, i want to follow you for a month, the company can't book me such a good hotel." 」 zhou heyi blinked, "our driver has a small hotel to sleep in, you don't have to worry about me." "what
hostel?"
"that kind of dormitory for more than ten people." zhou he grabbed his hair, "anyway, just get some sleep."
why frowned, "you come up and live with me, this time most of the bookings are standard rooms, twin beds, if it is a large bed, you will make a bunk."
zhou heyi was stunned: "this is not good mr. he." "it's
all men, what's the matter, i'm alone anyway." how can you rest well in that environment, you are the driver, my safety is in your hands, i hope you drive for a day and get a good night's sleep.
zhou heyi said movingly, "mr. he, you are too good. "no
big deal, come on."
just when playing in europe, song juhan, who was in the capital, was already in a mess.
"found something, say." ssong juhan sat in the boss's chair with an iron face, his eyes were a little congested, and he was very tired at first glance.
"he bought a plane on the morning of the 17th and flew to amsterdam, then swiped the travel expenses of the hotel, the restaurant and a local travel agency with his credit card, and we had hacked into the travel agency's computer and got his itinerary." the man in the suit put a document in front of song juhan.
song juhan opened it and looked at it, it was all a very ordinary itinerary, he rubbed his eyebrows: "his next stop is germany, book me a ticket to berlin."
"young master, the day after tomorrow you have a very important one..."
song juhan intensified his tone: "book me a ticket."
the man said with an embarrassed face: "if the old man..."
song juhan slapped the table fiercely, stared at him viciously, and said in a cold voice: "i said, go book a ticket." the
man nodded and stepped back.
song juhan leaned back in his chair tiredly, was silent for a few seconds, suddenly stood up, swept everything on the desk to the ground, and frantically slammed the solid wooden table board twice. he stared at the thin piece of information on the ground, his eyes red.
why......
when he finished a charity performance in melbourne, flew back to beijing for more than a dozen hours, and rushed to ho's house with a bunch of gifts, he was confronted with an empty room and a phone that had been turned off.
he panicked. iin fact, as early as that day when they were separated, he felt something, but he did not think deeply, in the days in melbourne, he was always restless, and ran back as soon as the activity was over.
he had never wanted to see anything so much to dispel the uneasiness in his heart.
but he was still one step too late.
somehow gone.
without leaving a single word, without leaving a single contact information, i left so resolutely.
song juhan couldn't stand up when he was sitting on the sofa. he experienced an indescribable fear. he was not afraid of not finding a reason, he was afraid of what kind of mood he was in and what mood he was in.
when he asked why he didn't mind, he really didn't mind why... how could he really not mind for what reason?
why, why why not say anything!
song juhan got on the plane with simple luggage and half of his body injuries. he got into a fight with his dad's bodyguard before he went out, and he won.
he now had only one thought in his mind: he was going to see what was going on.
ever since he could not be contacted, that chilling fear had been with him all along, as if if he hadn't gone to find out why now, he might have disappeared forever.
when he arrived in berlin, he was very tired, but according to the address on the information, he found the hotel booked by the travel agency for he. hhe walked up to the front desk and said he was a friend of why, and the front desk called the room, but no one answered.
it was still daytime, they must have gone out on a trip, and song juhan sat on the sofa in the hotel lobby and waited, a pair of eyes fixed on the revolving door.
from day to dusk, a tall, thin asian youth walked in, and when he passed by him, he suddenly paused, looked back at him violently, and his eyes widened in surprise.
song juhan thought that no one would know him in germany, his mind was a mess, and he forgot to do some cover-up, so he stared at the young man dryly.
the youth ran over and said excitedly, "you, you, you, are you song juhan!" oh my god, you are song juhan! song ju
looked at him coldly.
the youth scratched his hair in embarrassment: "can you sign me a name?"
song juhan nodded.
the youth touched his pocket for half a day, and there was no paper, so he simply ran to the front desk to borrow a pen and let song juhan sign on his shirt.
song juhan only wanted to quickly send him away, so he hastily signed his name.
the youth thanked him one after another and left cheerfully.
zhou heyi put on his jacket, left the room, and rushed to the restaurant near the hotel. they played for a day, and they picked a restaurant nearby to eat, but the dining room was too air-conditioned, so he said it was cold, so he came back to get his clothes. <
unexpectedly, i met song juhan in the lobby of the hotel!
zhou heyi was so excited that he walked straight and drifted, the chinese circles in the netherlands are not large, basically their preferences are very common, these young people often sing song juhan's songs, he did not expect such a clever thing to happen.
back at the restaurant, zhou heyi couldn't stop rejoicing.
he smiled and said, "i'm so happy to have found the money." "happier
than picking up money." zhou he smiled and said, "i have met my idol, oh my god, how can the world be so small."
"oh? who? c ronaldo? "
song, ju, han!" zhou he said excitedly.
why did his face change slightly: "song juhan?
"yeah, you can't not know him, is there anyone in china who doesn't know song juhan?"
why did he quietly squeeze his coat tightly: "how did he come here?"
"i don't know, maybe he came for a vacation, and more coincidentally, he stayed in the same hotel as us, and i met him in the lobby." zhou heyi rolled the hem of his shirt, "you see, he signed for me."
why did he take the champagne, take a sip, and then calmly say: "he yi, do you pay attention to the domestic news?"
"huh? news, not much attention, do you mean to say that the people in song juhan's team are involved in --- du? i've heard of this.
"then you start now, don't ask anything, take my luggage out of the hotel, notify the travel agency, cancel all the hotels after that, the next trip, we book the hotel ourselves, and can't tell anyone, in the evening we withdraw enough cash, after that try to pay in cash ... does your car have satellite tracking? "
"...... no. zhou he was dumbfounded, half-dazed, and whispered, "mr. he, are you a secret agent?"
why did he close his eyes: "i said don't ask anything, i will pay you, you do as i say, i will not let you do illegal or dangerous things." "
oh, oh, well." zhou heyi felt inexplicable, but he didn't dare to ask again.
somehow he lowered his head in disguise and took a sip of wine.
song juhan, what do you want to do? whatever you want to do, it doesn't matter to me anymore.