The computer screen shows the silence of the sunset, flocks of birds passing by, and down the River Spree meandering in the distance, with boats slowly moving on the river.

After a few minutes like this, Hoffman's hearty and humorous voice was faster than the picture, and it had reached Xie Zhizhen's ears, and he said slightly apologetically: "Xie, I've kept you waiting, my assistant just now has something to do with me, and you continue to talk about it now." ”

Hoffman's Chinese skills are much better than the last time he came to Jiangcheng, and it can be seen that he has been practicing Chinese recently. Xie Zhizhen's video conference with him was not formal, and after exchanging work for a while, Hoffmann had already begun to have a headache, and with his very German-style acting skills, he covered his chest and said, "Enough, Xie, I have a headache." ”

Xie Zhizhen reminded: "You have your hands on your chest now, this is not like a serious German should make a mistake." ”

Hoffman smiled and thanked, "Thanks, you're such a meticulous person." When I'm at home, Leonie never doubts. Leonie is his wife, an elegant and beautiful lady who loves Chinese dramas, and Xie Zhizhen once met Hoffman on a video call.

It may also be that he thinks it's too funny, so he doesn't bother to remind him, Xie Zhizhen said lightly in his heart.

"Jane, it's been a long time since I've seen her, haven't you succeeded? Oh, that's terrible!"

Hoffman began to babble about his pickling skills, and some places that Chinese would not be able to supplement in German, but fortunately he was not talking about work now, otherwise Xie Zhizhen would need to find Jian Zhichun to translate. He was a little regretful, but there was no way, and a few minutes later, he wittily and tactfully explained to the other party that the time difference between China and Germany was still shrouded in the sunset, but in China, it was already evening. If you have a regular schedule, you should have entered the dream by now.

Hoffman is a polite and elegant person, which makes him and Xie Zhizhen have a lot in common in certain situations, except that emotionally, Hoffman is more familiar than Xie Zhizhen. He regretted that today's love skills class ended here, but he couldn't change it, so he could only warm his blessing before hanging up the video: "Thank you, I wish you a beautiful love." ”

Beautiful love, Xie Zhizhen is a little unfamiliar with these words, because he himself feels that what he wants to achieve may be too small. He breathed a sigh of relief, dressed in cotton slippers, walked around the empty home, and then made himself a cup of tea.

This order of tea is really inappropriate, and it will make people lose a lot of sleepiness, but that's what Xie Zhizhen wants.

He took a big sip, rubbed his brows again, and sat quietly on the couch.

The heating at home was not turned on, it was cold everywhere, and there was no difference between indoor and outdoor, but Xie Zhizhen didn't seem to feel it, but he was still dressed very thinly, obviously his palms were slightly frozen red. Xie Zhizhen saw his appearance at the moment through the smooth glass surface, there was a small wound on the right side of his face, which had scabbed over, and the traces were not deep, and the bags under his eyes were a little obvious, as if he had not slept well.

Xie Zhizhen watched all this in silence, feeling disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

He hated himself like that.

However, no matter how to control himself not to fall asleep, not to fall asleep, the physiological reaction of human beings still exists, not to mention that he has not slept well in the past few days. It is more likely that deep inside him, someone is letting him fall asleep, so when it was past eleven o'clock, he fell asleep quietly in a cold environment.

Fifteen minutes later, a not-so-quiet sound sounded in this quiet house, and the air conditioner was automatically turned on, and the warm wind was blowing, blowing away the original silence and cold. And Xie Zhizhen, who was supposed to be lying on the sofa, was walking out of the cloakroom, he changed into clothes with a significantly different style, glanced at the teacup on the coffee table, sneered, and then seemed to vent, slammed a vase on the shelf on the ground, making a crisp sound of "bang".

The winter in Jiangcheng is wet and cold, and in the words circulating on the Internet, this is completely "magic damage", which is a completely different experience from the dry and cold in the north, so no matter how much clothes you wear, you feel that it is still a little worse. Zhongli was like this, he was already wrapped in a thick layer of clothes, and with the assistance of the air conditioner, he was still paralyzed at home.

"I really hate winter. Zhongli has said this more than once.

The weather forecast said that the snowfall was not seen, but the temperature did drop very quickly, but I am afraid that in another week, it will be maintained at about zero degrees, and then Zhongli will not want to move.

"Got it, got it, you don't have to repeat it so many times. "Jian Zhichun is knitting a scarf for Chunchun.

When she first took it out, Zhongli was still a little flustered, because the Jian Zhichun in his heart didn't know this kind of thing that only a little girl wants, and someone like her should go to the boxing gym to take classes.

Zhongli sneezed, and suddenly an idea came to mind, he sat up straight, and leaned a little to the side, "Jian Zhichun, is there anything you can do to get you excited quickly?"

Jian Zhichun frowned, glanced at him indifferently, and he hurriedly explained: "Don't think about it, don't I feel too cold, but I remember that when I felt that kind of high excitement before, I felt that my whole body was very hot, and I always wanted to exercise, and I wanted to find something to do." If only this could be done now. ”

After saying that, he regretted half of it, this terrible conversation!

Jian Zhichun really had to think about it carefully, and she asked rhetorically, "Do you really want to try this?"

Zhongli nodded busily.

I saw Jian Zhichun find a few more bundles of wool from the paper bag on the carpet, silver, white and brown, there were quite a few of them.

"So much, are you planning to make Chunchun change new scarves and sweaters every year?"

The bamboo needle in Jian Zhichun's hand was shaken by her, it was a little scary, Zhongli became scared, and shouted: "I'll tell you, but I can't do it, I'm still your creditor!"

Jian Zhichun hooked the corners of his mouth and said calmly: "I just want to try knitting sweaters, I think this is also a very interesting thing." ”

Zhongli reluctantly agreed with this explanation, he knew that the other party was a strange life experiencer, but although such a life was fulfilling, would it be too crowded, after all, it was already difficult for a person to be able to do a few things well in a lifetime. He didn't try to ask this question, but just questioned the bundles of yarn, and Jian Zhichun hung the yarn on Zhongli's hand and instructed him a few movements, so that he could learn how to cooperate with the yarn more conveniently.

After teaching, Jian Zhichun found his head familiarly, and then quickly gathered a small ball, followed by Zhongli's somewhat ignorant and jerky movements, and he was forced to echo Jian Zhichun's rhythm. However, this action is really too unconventional, he thinks that it is too ugly, and at the same time thinks that it is good that no one sees it. But he had to admit one thing, that is, the emotions that Jian Zhichun fed back were indeed high and excited, which made him feel like he wanted to gather a hundred balls of yarn now, and he didn't feel cold at all.

Chunchun sat on the carpet and meowed at Zhongli, because it felt a little cuter now!