A harmonious and cheerful family gathering came to an end at the zero o'clock bell, and Lao Zhao drank a lot of wine during the banquet, and now he had a headache, and was helped back to her room by Mia. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He was lying on the soft big bed, his thoughts were a little wandering, and he had been wandering in a foreign country for more than a year, meeting many people, and experiencing many different lives that he had never experienced before. However, the longing for his hometown in his heart has also become rich under the stimulation of alcohol.

From ancient times to the present, Chinese have a local complex of returning to their hometowns with clothes and leaves. This is a characteristic of national inheritance, and it is a spiritual comfort flowing in the blood.

In another month, it seems that the Spring Festival is approaching, and he has not returned home for the New Year for several years, and I don't know how his old father and mother are. Zhao Yan's background is not good, he grew up in a poor and poor family, but after he was admitted to university, his hukou was able to move to the magic capital (probably a long time ago, Shanghai received a lot of foreign hukou, and now it is difficult to have a hukou in Shanghai). ）。

Going to college does not mean that he jumped out of the farm, and after graduation, he mixed with a few friends in a cruel society, worked part-time, started a business, and walked out of his own path step by step. His forty years of life are not very successful, but he can be regarded as able to gain a foothold in the bustling city of the magic capital.

But the characteristic of modern urbanites is probably to be constantly busy for life, and their self-centered thinking makes them have no time to take care of others, except for making a phone call to the family every year during the New Year's holidays and sending some money to the elderly at home, Lao Zhao is almost forgetting the place where he grew up in his memory.

Looking back now, he never forgot that place, but he had always placed it in the deepest part of his memory. Now I recall the innocence of my childhood, the presumptuousness of my youth, and the flying of my youth, all of which are carried on that black land.

I still remember every summer in that clear river, touch the mussels and catch shrimp, carry a plastic bucket, go down to the river at noon, and in the evening it is full of a bucket of river fresh, and at night under the cooking of my mother, the delicious crucian carp soup, crispy fried shrimp, that taste is still preserved in my memory.

Lao Zhao thought of his mother, an ordinary rural woman, not tall, slightly fat, with a somewhat sallow face, a few grass clippings could always be found on her short hair, and the clothes on her body were so many all year round, washed white, and patches were sewn on inconspicuous places.

Hard-working, virtuous and kind, this is Lao Zhao's praise for her mother and the deep gratitude in her heart, the son is not ugly, and the mother is always beautiful.

Zhao Yan felt as if something was stirring in his chest, and he desperately wanted to return to the home he loved deeply.

Mia was busy in the room, filling the bathtub with hot water, taking out Lao Zhao's underwear, and busily removing his alcohol-scented clothes on Lao Zhao. With a fine layer of sweat on his smooth forehead, and a faint smile on his face, happy people probably don't care about how much or less they give, but simply want to do something for the people they love.

Lao Zhao no longer stood up, his mind was very clear at the moment, and he suddenly struggled to sit up from the bed, startling Mia.

"Yan? What happened to you? Where is it uncomfortable? She asked with concern.

Lao Zhao looked at her seriously, her eyes were very focused, she was a little uncomfortable and pulled the hair hanging down from her forehead and pinned it behind her ears, and Lao Zhao's heart seemed to be a little drunk when she raised her hand.

Mia was stunned, and a cheerful smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she nodded vigorously. Lao Zhao also smiled, with a relaxed smile.

In this way, at least he will not have too many regrets before he dies, and use that limited life to make up for the regrets he has missed and lost as much as possible, which is probably Lao Zhao's life goal now. This night, Mia was extraordinarily active, and the two of them were extremely entangled, and they were immeasurably spring.

The next few days were quite leisurely and comfortable, and Lao Zhao enjoyed the style of Munich under the leadership of Mia. The camera is full of the customs and landscapes of the streets and alleys of this city, perhaps because of the relationship of mood, Lao Zhao's photography skills have improved a lot, and the pictures of the photos always have a little ethereal and quiet aesthetic feeling.

He also took a lot of beautiful photos of Mia, the buildings of the Bavarian Kingdom reflect Mia's delicate face, and his camera records the beauty of the city and freezes the beauty of Mia. The time of traveling with the United States is always very comfortable.

Lao Zhao was updating his blog with the notebook he carried with him, while eating Munich's special food with Mia.

Munich speciality is the sausage, called Munich White Sausage, which is an extremely tasty snack. The white sausage is made from chopped veal and cured meat, and contains many secret toppings, which are kept secret-secret by the owners of more than 200 sausage shops throughout Munich.

In this case, the white sausage became a Munich specialty, served with a toasted brown and crispy figure-of-eight bagel dipped in sweet mustard.

When you come to Munich, you can't miss the dark beer, which is also a major feature of Munich, and you don't know how many tourists from all over the world come to participate in this beer carnival every year.

It's a pity that Lao Zhao didn't come at the right time, and the time of the Oktoberfest is two weeks from the end of September to the beginning of October every year. Oktoberfest is one of the three most famous beer festivals in the world, along with the London Oktoberfest in the United Kingdom and the Denver Oktoberfest in the United States, with nearly 10 million people participating in them every year.

Lao Zhao was a little regretful, but he still tasted a dark beer called "Mengshi" under the company and recommendation of Mia, which is the product of the oldest dark beer brewing workshop in Munich, which is of great historical and commemorative significance. People who drink dark beer for the first time are definitely not used to its taste, but fortunately, Lao Zhao is not the first time, and he has drunk a lot with Mia in a bar in Berlin before.

Munich dark beers, dark amber in color, slightly bitter in the mouth, with a hint of sweetness on the finish, and finally a hint of chocolate and smoke in the mouth, with a hint of minerality.

Dark beer with grilled sausages, just like domestic barbecue with beer in China, is a pleasant experience for many people.

Of course, there are many delicacies in Munich, and although Lao Zhao wants to try them all, time does not allow him to do so.

Half a month later, Lao Zhao packed his bags and took Mia to Munich International Airport, ready to return to China, but he still encountered a little trouble.

The one who missed the passport was a middle-aged fat man who looked at his ID photo, and then took a closer look at Lao Zhao's current appearance, his eyes were suspicious, and the stamp on his hand just didn't cover it.

"Sir, is this your ID?" He asked.

"Of course." Lao Zhao had expected it, and secretly said to the fat man: "I had plastic surgery in Munich, so I ......"

Lao Zhao was forced, he deliberately grew a beard for half a month before leaving, and with the help of Barbara, he used cosmetics to make himself older, but it was still much worse than the photo on his identity document.

The fat man nodded in understanding, stamped it and handed it to Lao Zhao. The latter was a little lucky, fortunately it was not a special period, otherwise he would definitely not be so easy to pass.

After all the trivial things along the way, I finally got on an international flight to the magic capital.