Chapter 4 three

It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon after German class. Zhiyun buttoned her fur coat, wrapped her head in a scarf, and walked out of the old building. The snow is no longer falling so carelessly, but the wind blows again, and the wind swirls. Every time it comes, the snow on the ground is like flour sifted through a sieve, flying up, hitting the face, and falling again. Cold and sore. Zhiyun wrapped the scarf a little tighter, only showing her face as white as an egg, so that she wouldn’t feel so cold. It was a week in Munich, which frightened her, and snowflakes the size of a goose feather would fall down at every turn. , all over the sky, as if someone shook the goose down quilt in the sky, and it seemed as if someone was joking and soaked the whole city in soap scum.

Fortunately, she bought the equipment to keep out the cold. Jinghui accompanied her to Marlene Square to buy them on the second day after she arrived here. Unexpectedly, the prices in Germany are so expensive. The white pure wool scarf on her head cost her four dollars. Ten marks. At that time, she tried and tried again, but she was very reluctant to buy it, because it turned out to be 500 yuan in Taiwan dollars. Who in China would use 500 yuan to buy a scarf?But in the end she bought it anyway.Firstly, because of need, and secondly, she noticed that young girls in Germany all have such a big soft scarf, and after covering their hair, let it hang down long at the front and back.It was so elegant and handsome.

The dark red high-heeled knee-high leather boots on his feet, and the large leather bag of the same color on his shoulders were also bought at the same time as the scarf.The combined price of these two items is equivalent to the entire monthly salary of a mid-level civil servant in China.The reason why she bought them was because she really liked the style and color.She had never known such beautiful and luxurious leather bags and boots before, nor had she seen them in American fashion magazines. Zhiyun stood in front of the gate, hesitantly unable to make up his mind.Back to the dormitory?Or go to the Music Academy to find Liao Jinghui?

Zhiyun hasn't seen Jinghui for three days. Jinghui has to go to class and practice the piano every day, so it's impossible to accompany her every day. She doesn't know.But they made an appointment that they should meet yesterday, but she waited in the dormitory for a whole afternoon, and she was so anxious that she burst into flames, but Jinghui was nowhere to be seen.She was so disappointed, and wanted to ask, if that confused person had completely forgotten about it?But Jinghui lives in a place without a phone, so she has no way to ask. At this moment, she feels bored like a pool of stagnant water, so she wants to talk to Jinghui, and also wants to know why she broke her promise?If he returned to the dormitory and was alone again, Yingge, who was in the same room, would not come back until nearly seven o'clock, and the others would show up after five o'clock at the earliest.When I go back now, apart from Miss Smith's slender face like a shoe sole, and the Italian old woman who can't understand the language and can only gesture, there is nothing lively and pleasing to the eye. won't see.Thinking about it this way, she couldn't care about the bigger and bigger snowflakes and the wind that was blowing harder and harder.Wrapped the scarf tightly again, straightened my waist, and walked on the road opposite to the dormitory.

There is a thick layer of snow on the ground. Stepping on it is like stepping on soft cotton wool. It is sticky and slippery. If you are not careful, you may get a fork at any time.Zhiyun was cautious and cautious, cautious and cautious, afraid of falling, and despite being fearful and fearful, he did not forget to maintain a graceful demeanor.Since she was a child, her mother told her: always pay attention to your posture, and always pay attention to the neat and beautiful appearance.Remember, you want to be a great lady, and you must have the gorgeousness and nobility of a great lady.The dowry your parents will give you in the future is your education and your appearance.Maybe it's because of the mother's deliberate cultivation!She has always been considered to have excellent manners, other girls are too handsome and often become frivolous, but she is handsome, dignified, elegant and graceful.

The road was really difficult and slippery, and Zhiyun couldn't go any faster than he thought.In fact, there is a tram from here to the Music Academy, because she has to change trains on the way, and she doesn't know where to get off?If you go in the wrong direction and go to the suburbs, how can you come back?Walking is slow, but it is not easy to get lost, so she still walked forward slowly. Zhiyun walked around and looked around, passed this road and turned to that road, and saw a frighteningly large gray old-fashioned building in the distance, and she immediately recognized that it was an industrial university.The last time Jinghui took her to the Conservatory, she passed under the high wall of the Industrial University, so the Conservatory must not be far away.

The campus of the Industrial University looks like a rectangular matchbox from a distance, occupying several streets.Zhiyun walked along the wall, crossed the road twice, and saw a familiar building on the opposite side. She instinctively thought that it must be a music theater, but when she reached the door, she realized that it was not. She remembered that there were three doors in the music hall that weighed as much as a thousand pounds. Last time, she pushed the glass door for a long time and couldn't move it. Jinghui made fun of her as the helpless Miss Jiao, and said that she had to perform it. But Jinghui used a lot of strength Just pushed it away.But there are no three glass doors here.

Zhiyun felt a little guilty and thought: This is not a music theater, so where is this?She read the bronze plaque on the doorpost, and realized that it was an oil painting gallery.If you have time, it would be good to go in and look at oil paintings. She has always liked art, and she can also do graffiti when she has a whim.But now she is not in the mood, and she has no time, so she must arrive at the music academy before five o'clock.Jinghui practices piano in the piano room No. 101 from 3:00 to 5:00 every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoon. If she arrives late and Jinghui has already left, wouldn't she be in vain?How unlucky it would be to come here in such a blizzard and then rush to nothing?Looking at the watch, it was twenty minutes to five o'clock, and the wind and snow suddenly picked up again. The howling wind swept the furious snow, and the umbrella she was holding was blown over, and her scarf was lifted again and again. It stabbed her in the face like a knife.Zhiyun hid under the eaves, trying to remember how he got there last time?She remembered that the house number of the Conservatory of Music was No. 12, and the name of the street was weird, so she couldn't remember it clearly.There is number 12 on that street, where should she go to find it?Looking at the sky, the darkness of dusk has already appeared. The winter here is so long and the days are so short. It has been a week, and I have hardly seen the face of the sun.After thinking about it, she decided to give up looking for Jinghui, and go back the same way!

Zhiyun crossed the road, and walked along the high gray wall of the University of Technology, counting the names of the roads on the way back.In order not to get in the wrong direction, she carefully looked at the street signs at every corner.Just as Zhiyun stretched her neck, squinted her eyes, which were hardened by the wind and snow, and looked carefully at the street signs on the wall, a voice sounded beside her: Excuse me, are you looking for a way?can i help you Zhiyun turned around and saw a well-dressed oriental man with myopia glasses and a very refined attitude standing in front of him.

I looked for the Music Academy, but couldn't find it.Zhiyun spoke in blunt and simple German.She thought: Since there are people who can inquire, let's find that dishonest Liao Jinghui! The Conservatory of Music is not far from here. Cross this street, turn right, and then turn left at the intersection. That road is called Messer Street. Go straight ahead and you will find the Conservatory of Music.The man said kindly.Zhiyun is as fluent in German as the Germans, making Zhiyun envious from the bottom of his heart.He pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, and said: That's it!I'll take you to the gate of the music hall.

Meeting such an enthusiastic person at this time, Zhiyun was surprised that a savior fell from the sky.She was so cold that her toes hurt in her heart, and she was not allowed to say excuses, so she said in the simplest German that she was sure she would never make a mistake: Thank you very much. Walking side by side with this stranger, Zhiyun was a little unnatural, and said a few words occasionally while walking, and gradually, she became more at ease.On the streets of a foreign country where the wind and snow are blowing, there is an oriental man walking beside him, no matter which country he is from, there is an indescribable kindness. Where are you from?the man asked.The wind was too strong, and he deliberately raised his voice very high. I am a Chinese from Taiwan and I just came here for a week.Zhiyun also seemed to be screaming. oh!I see!The man smiled, as if he understood why she couldn't speak German well. Are you Chinese too?Zhiyun asked.From his gentle appearance, she almost concluded that he was Chinese. oh!I am still a Chinese citizen, but it has been a long time since I came out. He is indeed Chinese. Zhiyun felt warm in her heart when she met her compatriots at this time, but before she had time to say anything, the man said again: "It's been too long since I came out, and I have forgotten a lot of Chinese, so it's not a big deal." Purely Chinese. Oh Zhiyun was a little disappointed and couldn't say anything.She couldn't help raising her eyes to look at that person carefully, and felt that his fair face, thick eyebrows and thin eyes, thin and straight nose, and that unrevealing smile on his face were all Chinese-style, and she really couldn't see him. Find out that he is not like a pure Chinese. I can't speak German yet!Can only speak Chinese.Zhiyun spoke in Chinese. Then I can only speak Chinese with you.said the man.The mandarin is very idiomatic, which surprised Zhiyun, because he claimed to have forgotten a lot of Chinese, and she had expected him to speak Chinese with the accent of a foreigner! What year did you come out?Zhiyun asked curiously. I have been out for almost eighteen years. Almost eighteen years!Zhiyun almost cried out, she had only been here for a week, and she was already unbearably homesick, how long is eighteen years!How did he stand it?Moreover, how old should he be if he has been out for so long?She thought about it and couldn't help looking at him curiously, thinking that he was only in his thirties. The man seemed to see her doubts, his fair face flushed, his attitude became shy, and he seemed to have really forgotten his Chinese. He walked a short distance in deep thought, and said: I graduated from college very early, and I came out as soon as I graduated.I heard that boys now have to undergo military training, but I didn't have to do it back then.As soon as I came out, I studied at the university here. At that time, Ottohan had not fully retired, and I was guided by him.After I got my degree, I worked in a physics institute in Switzerland for a few years. Later, my teacher, Professor Clement, presided over the physics laboratory in Kaslu, and I came back. Actually, I live in Kaslo, a I only come to Munich twice a week to teach at the Technical University.That person narrated his resume, because the wind was too strong, Zhiyun couldn't hear it clearly, and he didn't know who Ottohan was?It wasn't clear where Kaslu was, but she could tell that this person was quite proud of his resume, and he was probably always a scholar, an expert, or a talented person. My surname is He, and my name is He Shaoxiang. They all call me S. C．what.He seemed to have discovered the most important point when introducing himself, and quickly added.Since people have said such a long list of history, how can I not say anything? My surname is Yu, and my name is Yu Zhiyun. ah!It's Miss Yu.He Shaoxiang said these words very solemnly.Which subject did Miss Yu study?Do you study music? No!literature.Zhiyun said simply.It did not mention the literature of that country. For those who study science and engineering, German can handle it.It's not easy for you to study literature, you need to have a deep level of German.He Shaoxiang said. When Zhiyun heard it, he knew that he had misunderstood, thinking that she was studying German literature, so he was even more reluctant to talk about studying Chinese. Zhiyun followed He Shaoxiang and turned two streets to a wide road, in front of which was a row of old tall houses, she immediately recognized that it was a music theater.On the wall beside the steps in front of the door, No. 12 Mercer Street was written.She looked at her watch, it was exactly five o'clock, Jinghui should not have left yet. Thank you for sending me here, now I can go by myself, Mr. He please come back!Zhiyun said politely.Hold the scarf blown up by the wind with both hands. I'd better take you to the door!He Shaoxiang ignored Zhiyun's words, and continued to walk forward, crossed the street, and went up the steps. He pushed open the door in the middle and said: "This door is famously heavy. How can you girls push it?" move.all right!Goodbye, Miss Yu.He took off his leather gloves and held out his right hand. Thank you for your kindness in helping me, Mr. Ho.Zhiyun stretched out his hand to shake with him.She is really not used to this kind of European etiquette, no matter whether she is with Zhang San Li Si, she has to shake hands when they meet. He Shaoxiang held Zhiyun's soft hand, and the eyeballs behind the glasses became particularly bright.He stared at Zhiyun obsessively, forgetting to let her go. Miss Yu blushed and hesitated.I mean, have you been here long?I can take you back by car.It's uncomfortable to walk on such a windy day. Zhiyun retracted his hand, smiled and said: No, I'm looking for friends, and we're going to the streets together. Oh, He Shaoxiang's eyes dimmed, and the red mist on his face became thicker. He smiled reservedly and said: That's great, I don't have to send it away.He nodded to her very gentlemanly, then turned and left. Zhiyun didn't even have time to take off the scarf on his head, so he hurried up the dark red granite stairs. On the stairs, Zhiyun heard bursts of piano sound, rising and falling one after another.She predicted that Jinghui should have finished practicing long ago, but when she approached the door of the piano practice room, she could hear the sound still ringing inside.She suddenly understood that Jinghui must be waiting for her and use this time to practice for a while. Anyway, they are music learners who are not afraid to practice more.Thinking about it, Zhiyun pushed the door lightly, and just opened a small crack, the sound of the piano made her stop her hands, and listened intently. Jinghui is playing a melody with a beautiful rhythm. This piece sounds so familiar to her, full of peaceful and reserved oriental atmosphere. The valley of wild flowers in the deep mountains, that kind of purity and elegancy, she reads Tang poetry: the empty mountain does not see people, but hears people's voices, and the scene returns to the deep forest, and shines on the moss again.The kind of ethereal and profound realm that I feel.Before she had time to wonder, how could a person like Jinghui, who wails all day long, play such a non-smoky tune?The melody and atmosphere have changed again, from slow to brisk, from calm to enthusiastic, as if a hermit practicing in the deep mountains is walking towards all living beings.The whole tune changes from profound to soft, like the autumn sun shining on the vast fields, the warm breeze like veil blowing the swaying ears of rice, the tangy earthy fragrance floating in the air, and the peasants wearing bamboo hats , laughing on the sun-drenched earth.It is so beautiful and natural that it is an idyllic poem, just like Ling Yun imagined: a real Chinese flavor, without a little foreign flavor.This piece is not only oriental music, but should be Chinese music.It turns out that Chinese music can also be so moving, so beautiful, so natural and simple, with a unique Chinese grandeur and subtlety!Wouldn't this be a hundred or even a thousand times better than the soft songs that are popular in China, those modified from Western and Oriental tunes? Who composed the song?I have never heard such music in China, so the composer must be a Westerner?She really wanted to know who this Western composer was?He must be a great friend who loves China. Without a true love for the Chinese people, the land, the culture, and everything else, he would not have made such a touching piece of music.However, no matter how good the music is, if the technique of playing the piano is not good enough, it will not be able to show that state.Unexpectedly, Jinghui, a so-so person, has reached this level of piano attainment after two or three years abroad.I remember that before, Jinghui was as thin as a monkey. Whenever someone said she had a musical talent, she would smile silly and say: I don’t have a talent, I only have firewood.Looking at it this way, she is not only talented, but also very talented!Zhiyun was so moved that his whole heart boiled, he wrapped the scarf around his head tightly with one hand, and pushed the door open with the other hand.The door opened wide, and Zhiyun walked in. As soon as she entered, she was fixed on the ground like a plaster statue. Is there Jinghui there?Sitting in front of the grand piano was an oriental man in a black crew neck sweater.Zhiyun's sudden intrusion obviously surprised him too.He stopped playing the piano, turned his head, and brushed a lock of hair hanging on his forehead with his hand, his eyes were wide open. How could Jinghui not be here?How could he meet another oriental man? (Is it a Chinese again?) This is really unexpected.Zhiyun stood in a daze, feeling ashamed of his recklessness, and regretted why he didn't knock on the door first. I'm sorry, I couldn't think of her expecting Ai Ai, and I couldn't speak a word of German that I didn't understand before, so I forgot. The person sitting in front of the piano was looking at her coldly.His eyes seem a little special, and I can't tell where they are special?It seems a little melancholy, and it seems a little bottomless, maybe it is a little darker than the average person's eyeballs?She couldn't tell, anyway, she just felt a little special, and she felt uncomfortable being studied coldly by those two special eyes. I'm working and I'm afraid of being disturbed. If you broke into the wrong room, you can leave now.He speaks very fluent German.There was no smile on his face, and extreme impatience was revealed in his tone. Zhiyun blushed, she had grown so big, no one had ever treated her like this before, no matter where she was, she was always praised by the stars, but when she came to Germany, she was devastated.And this person is so cruel and rude, even if she disturbed him, it was not intentional, and there is no need to be so arrogant, but she can play the piano, what's the big deal!Thinking about it this way, the original apology disappeared.She raised her head, straightened her waist, stepped on the floor with her high-heeled leather boots, and walked out proudly. On the stairs, she heard the faint sound of the piano again, serene, soft, without any western atmosphere, like an elegant Chinese painting landscape.God knows, this voice made her miss home so much, regretted that she came to this ghost place alone, and regretted today's bad luck Zhiyun walked out of the building of the Conservatory of Music, only to find that not only the wind was getting tighter and stronger, but also snowflakes larger than real flower petals were flying in the air, and the dusk had come, and the street lamps were only faintly visible in the gaps in the snowflakes. A halo of halo, like the complexion of a seriously ill person. Zhiyun stared blankly for a while with a sad face, and had no choice but to hold up her little umbrella again.Unexpectedly, just after going down the steps and taking two steps, the umbrella was broken after a gust of wind.She looked at the broken umbrella, and when she got angry, she threw it in the trash can by the roadside. She was determined to go back in the wind and snow. Zhiyun was walking along the main road, the wind was blowing from all directions, the snowflakes rushed towards her crazily, and flew into her eyes, it was cold and painful, she could hardly open her eyes, and also blocked the eye-catching eyes. tears. It was time to get off work, cars passed by one after another, and the light from the headlights shone on Zhiyun's face like stage lighting. She lowered her head in disgust to avoid the glaring light.The road started to freeze, and she almost slipped twice, so she had to slow down and move forward tentatively.And the bitter water that had been suppressed for a long time came up now, she couldn't bear it anymore, tears flowed down like a spring, icy cold.This is the life of studying abroad that I have dreamed of for a long time, and this is Europe with its ancient culture.she thought cursingly. Because of the dark sky, slippery road and bad mood, Zhiyun lost his way again.On a small street with few people, a crooked drunk followed her. The drunk muttered something, but she was scared out of her wits, and hurried to a main road. Squeezed among the pedestrians, and drove for a long distance, she finally escaped the drunk man, but she couldn't figure out which direction she was going.Fortunately, there was a taxi stand on the side of the road, and the leading one was a female driver, which gave her an idea to get in quickly.Back at the dormitory, it was almost eight o'clock. Helena is back!Went there to play?Cold?I see that your face is pale from the cold.Miss Smit put her hands on her thin shoulders and looked her up and down.Go to the dining room quickly!Everyone else has finished eating. Zhiyun felt that her heart and body were freezing, she didn't want to say anything, she just took off her coat and scarf silently, and went to the dining room, she just wanted to drink a bowl of hot soup at the moment. Sure enough, many people went upstairs after eating, only the two sisters from South America were still chatting and eating slowly.The dining room was full of the smell of boiled sauerkraut, and Zhiyun frowned unconsciously. After being here for seven days, he ate boiled sauerkraut and fried small white intestines for four days, and spaghetti with tomato sauce for the other three days.Her stomach had already made serious protests, and when she saw the big plate of white, white, green, or red, yellow and yellow things, her appetite disappeared.But now that big white and green plate is in front of my eyes again. This is a delicacy that my uncle has missed for thirty years and has described countless times.Zhiyun looked at the plate, lost his appetite, didn't even touch the knife and fork, only drank a few mouthfuls of soup, and then put it down.Before going upstairs, as usual, she went to the small box where the letter was put to see if there was any letter?It was empty.Disappointment made her already uncomfortable body even more uncomfortable.Dragging her two heavy legs, she struggled to climb up the four floors. She felt dizzy, her limbs were weak, and she was shivering from the cold. The house was empty, and Inge had not returned.As soon as Zhiyun entered the room, he fell on the bed, his whole body seemed to be paralyzed, and it was difficult to even move.She really wanted to cry, but she was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to shed tears. In a trance, Zhiyun heard someone coming in, she opened her eyes and saw Ying standing beside the bed. Helena, what's wrong with you? I don't know, I have dry mouth, sore throat, and headache, Zhiyun murmured. Inge touched her forehead and said: Helena, you must have caught the flu, you have a fever! After a while, Inger found a thermometer and stuffed it in her mouth, and counted her pulse while looking at the watch. After a while, she said, "The temperature is not low!"Thirty-nine degrees Celsius, most likely influenza.However, it is safest to find a doctor to have a look. How much does it cost to find a doctor?Zhiyun asked quickly.She hasn't registered yet, and of course she doesn't have student medical insurance. She is nervous when she hears about spending money. After being here for a week, the expenses have exceeded the budget for a month. She is thinking about how to save the money back!There is also willing to spend money for a doctor. At this time Miss Smith also came, standing at a distance from the door, as if afraid of spreading the cold to her. Ask a doctor to take medicine, but only a hundred and ten marks, so let's ask a doctor!Miss Smith said, in her tone: A hundred and ten marks is not a big amount, and a wealthy lady like Zhiyun won't care. No, Miss Smit, Inge will just show me, no need for a doctor.Zhiyun reluctantly raised his eyes and looked at Miss Smith. Since Helanna doesn't like to see a doctor, let me give her a try!Helena, do you believe me?Inge smiled jokingly. Of course I believe, you are also a doctor!Zhiyun said.Her tongue was dry and her lips were burning, and she was so headache that she couldn't lift up.Only then did she know how lucky she was to live with Inge.Not only has Ying reached the sixth grade, but now she is mainly practicing in the hospital, and she is also the most outstanding student in the medical school. It is said that she will be retained as a resident physician and teaching assistant after graduation, and her future prospects are limitless. Seeing that Yingge volunteered to take care of Zhiyun, Miss Smith was happy to save a lot of trouble, so she didn't say anything else, just said: If you want hot water, you can ask Mrs. Moraly to boil it, and I will ask her to make hot soup for you tomorrow.Helena, I hope you feel better soon.After speaking, he turned and left. Yingge boiled linden tea for Zhiyun, which she said was particularly effective in reducing fever.He also gave two cold medicines and told Zhiyun to take them with tea. Influenza takes at least three days for the fever to subside. You can’t go out these days, so stay in bed!Inge had already sat down in front of the desk and was opening a letter, looking at it with interest. Zhiyun curled up on the bed, staring blankly at Yingge's expression of reading the letter, unable to express how envious she was. Inger, is it a letter from home?She couldn't help asking. My brother is here.Inge smiled proudly. how old is he? Eighteen years old and going to college this summer.He told me in a letter that he was selected to participate in the World Games, and that he would ask me to take him on a tour of Munich! Wu Zhiyun became more and more envious.I have two younger brothers too!But no letters at all. You have only been here for a week!How can there be a letter?Inge put down the letter in his hand and said comfortingly. Inge, were you homesick when you first came? Not only did I think about it when I first came here, but I still think about it now. If you are so homesick, why did you come to Germany?Zhiyun asked.Because I can't figure out the purpose of my own going abroad, I want to know the purpose of others going abroad. Medicine in Germany is more advanced than ours, and I got a scholarship, so I came here.Inge had spread books and notebooks all over the table as he did every day. Well, I won't bother you anymore.Zhiyun turned around, facing the ceiling.I'm so tired, I should sleep too. Hylana, get a good night's sleep, maybe the fever will subside tomorrow.Shall I draw the curtain?Lest the light interfere with your sleep. Inge said with a gentle smile.Standing up, the curtain was pulled shut with a bang, and Zhiyun's side was immediately plunged into darkness, only the high ceiling was still bright with light and shadow. Zhiyun looked at the light and shadow, his heavy and painful head was filled with chaotic thoughts, thinking of a series of unsatisfactory things: How could Liao Jinghui suddenly become so untrustworthy?If it wasn't for finding her, how could he go the wrong way?How could he run for so long in the wind and snow, and how could he be scared half of his soul by that drunk?What made her angry in particular was that she was taught a few words by the man in the black turtleneck sweater. No man had treated her so badly when she grew up so big. At home, her parents also raised her like a pearl baby. Yes, never speak harshly to her.She was insulted today.I have dreamed of going abroad for several years, so the dream is like this?Language troubles, financial constraints, and the way out for the future, I don't even know if I can get into school!It can be said that the future is bleak.Now I'm lying alone on a bed in a foreign country, and I can't even afford a doctor when I'm sick. How miserable!Thinking that the tears had flowed down like a spring, the pillow was wet a lot.She herself has no way of knowing how many tears she shed from the moment she got on the plane these days. Every time she always thought that the tears had been shed, but now she knew that the tears would not be shed. It's still snowing outside!What is this place?How far away from your own home?Far too far to see or hear.She felt her whole body was on fire, hot and stuffy.The lights and shadows on the ceiling dimmed in her sleepy eyes