After three months of German, Xia Meng, who had learned German, almost wanted to give up the idea of going to school. In addition to Chinese, it was the first time that I really felt that other languages were so difficult, but fortunately, Gao Qi and Jian Yu have always encouraged and urged her.

"Gao Qi, which school did you go to? Xia Meng asked.

"What is there to say about this, you will know when the time comes. Gao Qi replied.

"Hmph, I don't want to ask. ”

"Hey~"

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In September, the last rain fell, as if whispering goodbye.

Jian Yu said that he was staying anywhere, and after dealing with the affairs of City A, he was ready to go with Xia Meng.

Gao Qi bought a lot of food for her, as well as some small gifts, and specially instructed her to open one if she was unhappy~

On this day, the three of them went to all the places in City A and went all over again.

What you think is unforgettable is the beef noodles on the street corner, but in fact, it is the person who used to accompany you to eat noodles here, what you think is the terrace that you can't part with, in fact, you miss the simple love of the past, you think that the past is just a painting, which can be recorded in the bottom of your heart, but in fact, you are just afraid of forgetting.

On September 10, Jian Yu and Xia Meng set off for Berlin, Germany. Gao Qi then went to the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts.

Berlin in September is a time of festivities, with a wide variety of programmes and events taking place all over the world. The Oktoberfest in Munich, where you can take turns with music from all the clubs in Berlin with just one stop ticket, and the traditional jazz festival. It's really the last carnival of summer.

After the two arrived, Jian Yu rented a car and took Xia Meng to an apartment near the school.

"I can only find two bedrooms, and the house here is only difficult to buy. After entering the house, Jian Yu explained.

"Brother, how nice this house is! Look at that... Wow! The murals in the house are so beautiful!" Xia Meng jumped all over the room excitedly.

"Hehe, if you like it. After putting down the things, "Xiaomeng, let's go, let's go eat first~!"

"Okay!" followed him.

Berlin is not one-fifth the size of Shanghai, and even City A is two times the size of it. But it's an Arm aber sexy. poor and sexy city. Here, there is not much material desire.

There are so many restaurants on the street that you can't find at a glance, gallery. There is also a lot of jazz and literacy. The living environment is very relaxed, after all, the price is relatively low, and the living expenses of 800 euros per week are enough, if there is no big consumption, these are not used.

After dinner, the two of them had dinner at a western restaurant called Chupps, and then went to the Kate Kohlerhuich Museum on Fifth Avenue to have a look. It is a completely free and rare collection, but it chronicles the extraordinary life of Kate Kohlerhuich and reflects the art of the proletariat. When I see another person's life, I can't help but sigh that my life pattern is too narrow.

Xia Meng's mother's call made her quite gratified, of course, home is a warm harbor, and family is the last spiritual pillar.

Go back to the apartment, settle your luggage, and lie down to get jet lag. I knew that Xia Meng didn't fall asleep until one o'clock in the morning.

In the dream, it is no longer a peach orchard. In his place, there is the boundless darkness, and he.