After Qiao Lin left, not only Qiao's house was empty, but even the entire auspicious road was much quieter. In the past, she was like a small motor installed in her legs, running back and forth in the alley every day, and the sound of running could awaken the vitality of the whole street.

When I was a kid, I just ran like that, and when I grew up, I ran the same way. Qiao Nan once summarized her sister's running style as "fur seal running", but was bitten by her sister and escaped from the house.

Qiao Lin's running seemed to have some kind of magic, anyway, when she heard her running, Wei Chenglin's mother Zhao Yanfen would call out to her and stuff a packet of yogurt into her school bag, and the uncle and aunt who set up the fruit stall would stuff apples into her pocket. They don't know why they like to give her something to eat, maybe it's because she's really cute, or maybe it's because they feel better when they see her running so energetically.

Li Lanzhi once disliked that her youngest daughter was not stable enough, she shouldn't run like that when she grows up, she should learn to be a lady, but Qiao Lin didn't take it to heart and ran very happily. When Qiao Lin underwent surgery, Li Lanzhi was very tormented, and she didn't know if her daughter's cheerful running sound could echo in the alley again? If her leg was healed and she came back from Germany, then she would definitely not talk about her anymore, she could run as much as she wanted, as long as she could be as comfortable as the wind.

Jolene hadn't run for a long time. After arriving in Germany, she learned that the cyst caused by synovitis was not so painful, but it was a meniscus injury that caused it to hurt so much. And thanks to the meniscus pain that she couldn't stand it, she went to the hospital, which prevented the cyst from getting worse further. I heard my aunt say that if it drags on for a while, it is very likely that I will have to saw my legs.

Although the meniscus injury was a headache, Jolene was thankful for the pain. When she arrived in Germany, she would bow down to the church and thank God for not letting her suffer from sawing her legs. Although the gods of Germany may not be able to understand her Chinese, she feels that the gods and goddesses of the world are all connected. After the experience of life and death, Jolene became more and more in awe of the gods.

My aunt's family is in a small town near Frankfurt called Heidelberg. Heidelberg is as beautiful as a fairytale European town, and it is a postcard when you take a picture. My aunt's house is in Heidelberg's Old Town, where there are almost no residential buildings, they are all small cottages with detached families, quiet and nice.

The Neckar River runs through Heidelberg, where many yachts of wealthy families are parked along the river, and Heidelberg Castle stands on a hill by the river. While walking along the Neckar, Jolene often looked up at the ruined earth-red castle and wanted to go up and see it. But my aunt said she couldn't climb the mountain yet. So, Jolene obediently did rehabilitation training, and made climbing Heidelberg Castle a goal.

Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, her aunt would drive her to Frankfurt to receive physical therapy from her ex-uncle. Sometimes my aunt was too busy, so she took the train by herself, and not a single time she made a mistake. Jolene didn't know that she was so self-reliant.

The former uncle's name was very long, as if it was called Ah or something, and the aunt said it several times, but Qiao Lin didn't remember it, so she simply called him Mr. Nuo, and he couldn't understand it anyway.

Mr. Noe is a single man in his mid-fifties who runs his own private practice in Frankfurt. He was a well-known medical doctor and liked to sit and think about life in the universe after a full meal – something that Jolene knew about the enigmatic obsession with philosophy that Germans really had.

When treating Jolene's injuries, Mr. Nuo would give her the concept of popular science philosophy in fluent English. Originally, when those instruments were attached to her legs, there would be a faint pain, which made Jolene very uncomfortable. But when Mr. Noe spoke in a low, soothing tone about the obscure philosophical principles, Jolene felt like she was doing an advanced English listening, and a hazy cosmic star twinkled before her eyes, and then she fell asleep......

When she woke up, she felt disrespectful to Mr. Nuo, organized English in her mind for a long time, and apologized to him stumblingly. Mr. Nuo smiled and said that it didn't matter, his original intention was to hypnotize her, after all, after falling asleep, she didn't feel pain.

So Jolene let go of the burden in her heart, and showed her big white teeth at Mr. Nuo, and the two small pear vortices were about to overflow with honey. Every time she said goodbye, she would leave a lollipop for Mr. Nuo and a piece for Miss Nurse. Sometimes my aunt bought her biscuits, and she would bring them over to eat with the doctors and nurses. Although it is not a valuable thing, after a long time, everyone faintly feels that it seems that after eating the small snacks she brought, they will become as sweet as her.

Jolene knew that she wasn't here for sightseeing, so most of the time, she spent most of her time at her aunt's house brushing up on questions, and strictly followed the schedule of the second middle school. When she was in her third year of high school, she didn't have a "three-year college entrance examination and five-year simulation", but there were also questions that she couldn't finish. When she set off, she brought half a box of rolls, and when she encountered a problem that she didn't understand, she asked her sister remotely.

Not only that, every time she has a monthly exam paper, Xu Na will ask the teacher for an original question, scan it and send it to Qiao Lin. And Jolene will pinch the time, do the questions meticulously, and forget to sleep and eat. Even if the three big dogs slammed her door, she wouldn't waver.

As a result, my aunt often sighed - the children of the old Qiao family don't need to be supervised by others to study. On the contrary, you have to persuade them to take it easy, and don't go too far and get mad.

When she was tired from studying, Jolene would also tell her aunt interesting stories about her hometown and her obsession with Kaka. She said that she wanted to write a martial arts in which the protagonist was as gentle as jade like Kaka, but invincible in the world.

My aunt was very interested and often asked her about the storyline, and Jolene said that she danced with her hands, but occasionally got stuck. For example, when her aunt asked her, "Did the Assassin with the best archery skills end up living happily with the princess?" she refused to answer, saying that she hadn't thought about it yet.

My aunt would advise her that sometimes, the tragic ending would make the reader scold to death, but it would leave a greater shock. Jolene was at a loss, after all, she just wanted to write, and for her, her aunt's advice was really abstract.

But when her aunt seriously encouraged her to write it down, Jolene was even more embarrassed. When her aunt asked her again about the development of the plot, she had a fever in her cheeks and buried herself in a sea of books, insisting that the college entrance examination was the first priority. My aunt couldn't help but snicker, alas, this child is shy, it's so cute!

In addition to writing, my aunt is also a visiting professor at the Department of Oriental Studies at the University of Heidelberg, where she lectures on contemporary Chinese literature. When Jolene is tired from brushing up on questions, she will go to her aunt's class. The aunt in class was humorous and often made the students laugh, and she made the students impressed with her knowledge. Jolene enjoyed her aunt's classes, and even if she wasn't related, she would find her to be a very attractive woman.

Qiao Lin asked her aunt, why not get a long-term teaching position here? The aunt smiled bitterly: "After all, I am not a Chinese major, and I am always afraid to teach these students, afraid of being asked by them." It's good to come to a class once a week. ”

These college students will be holding a thick tome and shuttling around the campus. The professor also talks very little in class, mainly the students make class presentations and free discussions, and then the professor is responsible for answering questions. If students don't take the initiative, they are basically eliminated. Jolene lamented the academic atmosphere here and made no secret of her yearning for it.

My aunt struck while the iron was hot: "Then stay in Germany and go to university! Anyway, the tuition fee here is not expensive, and I can afford you." If you go to school here, you don't have to brush up on those college entrance examination questions, I'm tired of panicking for you. ”

Jolene stuck out her tongue and mischievously diverted the topic: "Auntie, you just accept Mr. Nuo! Anyway, you two know each other, and it is not impossible to get along again!"

The aunt laughed and scolded: "Little rabbit cub, you shouldn't worry about it, you don't have to worry about it!"

Actually, Jolene is really worried. In order to treat her injuries, her aunt asked her second husband, Mr. No. In the process of please, the two felt some very subtle feelings, which Jolene saw in their eyes. Every time he went to Mr. No, his eyes were always full of enthusiasm, and his aunt would excuse herself to walk away, or even not enter the clinic at all, and Jolene was anxious for her.

The turning point came in late September. After her aunt sent her to Frankfurt that day, she said that she had something to do, and asked her to take a ride back to Heidelberg in the afternoon. Jolene couldn't get used to German food, so her aunt made her a Chinese bento box and let her eat it after physiotherapy.

Jolene walked into the clinic happily with her lunch. She placed the lunch box on Mr. Noo's table, and Mr. Noe jokingly asked her, "Is this for my lunch?"

Jolene lost her mind and said "yes" very cheerfully. However, she was stupid when she reacted, and she had already given away lunch.

She wanted to explain that it was my aunt's lunch for me, not for you. But seeing Mr. Nuo's ecstatic eyes, she was embarrassed to explain, and said curtly: "My aunt made it, you can eat it!"

Jolene's plastic English creates the illusion that "my aunt made it for you", and Mr. Nuo is even happier. He had seen his ex-wife's craft, and although he was obsessed with thinking about the life of the universe, he preferred the food of the world!

After the machine was up and running, Mr. Nuo was gone, and Jolene began to brush up on the college entrance exam questions. I was sleepy and hungry, and I was worried about the lost yellow braised chicken rice, so I fell asleep, and the rolls were pressed against my face.

When she awoke it was already past one o'clock in the afternoon, and she got up to take her leave, and Mr. Noe gave her the washed dishes, and asked her to tell her aunt that he would invite her to dinner in return.

After coming out of the clinic, Jolene ordered a hamburger and coke and ate it listlessly. For her, everything in Germany is fine, except that the food is too coarse. If you want to eat Chinese food, you have to do it yourself. Jolene finally understood why her aunt hated the kitchen so much, but she practiced invincible cooking skills, all to survive!

Jolene complained to her brother that the German food was too salty and that the water in the restaurant had to be paid extra. It also costs money to go to the public restroom, which is one euro at a time.

Qiao Nan saw through it at once: "Isn't this all a capitalist routine?"

"What routine?"

"If you make your food salty, you drink more water, and you can make a lot of money selling it, and if you drink too much water, you have to go to the toilet, and you have to charge a lot of money for the toilet. Isn't that a routine?"

Jolene suddenly realized, thinking that her brother had summed it up brilliantly.

While eating the salty hamburger, she looked sadly at the empty lunch box, which was her own yellow stewed chicken, but let Mr. Nuo eat it all. When she got home, she told her aunt the ins and outs. My aunt couldn't laugh or cry, but this time she had a legitimate reason to eat with Mr. Nuo, so she didn't have to go to great lengths to refuse him.

On that weekend night, my aunt went to an appointment with Mr. No, and she did not return home that night. Jolene didn't expect that although she sacrificed a lunch, she would sublimate the relationship between her aunt and Mr. Nuo, so that she would not feel sorry for that meal.