Prague, the capital of the Czech Republic. One of my impressions of the Czech Republic is that I watched a cartoon when I was a child, and the name seems to be "The Mole's Tale" or something. Anyway, the protagonist is a mole. At that time, my father told me that the cartoon was from Czechoslovakia. This was my first impression of the country. Czechoslovakia has now become two countries with the drastic changes in Eastern Europe. That's what I've learned lately. I don't know anything about this other than that.

However, when you come here, if you don't look at the people on the street, you just raise your perspective about 30 degrees, and you suddenly feel like you are out of space. Because of the architecture, you feel like you're in the Middle Ages.

Nicky was obviously familiar with the area, and he was like a tour guide to give us an introduction to the history of the city, and some of the most iconic buildings. The oil bottle that came with me didn't seem to be very new to this place, and I was able to talk to Nicky from time to time. And what about me... Hehe, only for the sake of listening to the story.

After a brief walk around the place, Nicky took us to a restaurant. He said that he would take us to fill our stomachs first, and that he learned from Paul that for me, nothing important was anything important. And in general, most of the tourist attractions in a historic city have good food, and it is worth trying anyway.

Paul: I don't want to say much about what they said. But the food here is really good, especially the beer, which really makes people like me who don't have much research on alcohol feel different. The oil bottles all said that if the old guy Younis was there, he probably wouldn't be lying here.

I don't agree with that. The old fellow didn't come with us, and Eunice was a spirit-lover, and didn't seem to be interested in beer, at least I hadn't seen or heard him say a word about beer. And from his previous words, it could be heard that he had been here before, and he had no interest in these places, and he had more important things to do. So he went somewhere else with Klinger. The two of them looked like they had some urgent matter to deal with.

After a hearty meal, Nicky took us around again. Towards the end of the evening, he took me and the oil bottle to his apartment, a very ordinary apartment building. To my surprise, as we were about to enter the house, Nicky did not take out the key and open the door himself, but knocked on the door and told himself who he was in a very kind tone.

Then the door opened, and a beautiful girl appeared in front of us. The girl was young, with brown hair, big eyes, and long eyelashes. Between his eyebrows, he and Nicky could be seen as a family.

After hugging and kissing the cheek with the girl, Nicky introduced, "This is my little daughter, Natalie. After speaking, he pointed to me and the oil bottle and said, "These two are my friends, and Zhao was introduced to me by them." His name is Zhang, this one. ”

Without waiting for Nicky's introduction, the oil bottle had already stepped forward to introduce himself: "My name is Liu Xiao, you can call me Daniel." ”

I glanced at the oil bottle, and now I have found out, in addition to digging graves and robbing graves, this guy also has a specialty of hooking up with beautiful girls, which used to be in Colombia, I thought it was an accident, but now it seems that this is nature. "Daniel? What is it... How come I've never heard of it? Is the Czech way to say for dragging oil bottles? ”

The oil bottle looked at me with an embarrassed look and said, "What. . . What's there? It's my name, my name. Daniel, that's the name. ”

Just as I was about to continue to tease him, Nicky's daughter generously stretched out her hand, "I know it's better to shake hands with you, Zhao is like that." ”

The oil bottle smiled and stretched out his hand, "Yes." Not bad. Hey. ”

"Alright, Mr. Daniel, just shake it twice." I said and pushed him, "Zhang's word is more tongue-twisting, everyone calls me Gypsy, you can call me that." Miss Natalie, I'm a friend of your father's and it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

"Gypsies ... Hehe. So can you flamenco? You're so different from them. Natalie laughed.

"Flamenco? What is it? How does it sound like South American? I said as I shook Natalie's hand.

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"It's a dance of the Spanish gypsies." Natalie smiled and said, "It seems that you are indeed not a gypsy, do you know divination?" ”

"Alright. He'll do it a lot better than you say. Don't let our guests stand at the door and talk. Nicky looked at us as he spoke, "Come in." ”

When we entered the house, I was amazed to find that the whole house was also decorated in a retro style, in harmony with the strong baroque style of the whole city, as if it were really from the same era.

As I watched, the oil bottle had already started to talk to me again. "Do you live and work here?"

Natalie smiled and shook her head, "No. I went to school here. ”

"She studied history." Nicky spoke from the side.

I suddenly found out, after Nicky uttered the word "history". The eyes of the oil bottle flickered obviously, and the light that shone in them could be understood by any man. Ay... If you study history and meet a grave-digger, is it a smell or an enemy?

After a few moments, the answer to this question was found. In a short period of time, Mr. Daniel used his professional knowledge and wealth of knowledge to get along with Miss Natalie.

I looked at Nicky, who was preparing to eat and drink, and whispered, "You know, that old fellow Eunice often wants me to be his student and run to them to help them?" ”

Nicky looked at me and smiled, "I've only heard that he often calls you his most proud student. ”

"Hmph. That's what he calls himself. But I think there's someone better suited to learn from him than I am. I said, gesturing to the oil bottle that was hanging from the river.

Nicky glanced in the direction I was pointing and immediately understood what I meant, and he chuckled and said, "The oil bottle doesn't know this daughter of mine." He can't handle it, don't look at their chatting very happily. I know she actually prefers the kind of man who is mature and quiet. Don't look at her age, but I think my Natalie is much more mature and sophisticated in this regard than her married sister. ”

"This daughter. . . The daughter who got married... How many daughters do you have? Is there still a son? I asked.

Nicky looked at me and smiled, "Just two daughters." The eldest daughter is in the south of France, and she yearns for a life in the West. He's got a damn Frenchman there. Sorry, I'm being rude again. But I just don't like that guy. ”

"Isn't it just that you don't look down on others as local snakes? What about yourself? And are you sure you don't like Dania's husband Lucas? Natalie's voice came suddenly.

"Okay." Nicky waved his hand, "I like it." I love them. I love Lucas, and I love his dad and those uncles. Satisfied? ”

I don't know what's going on, but I'm hearing something at the moment. It seems that Nicky's son-in-law's family background is not a good kind, and Nicky doesn't like it very much.

Natalie doesn't dwell on this issue either. Nicky gave up immediately and said no more. Instead, he continued to chat with the oil bottle.

Nicky looked at me, "See?" How about my daughter? ”

"It's amazing." I smiled, "But that's good." ”

"That's good." Nicky nodded, "Come help me." Otherwise, on my own, I guess we would have to eat in the middle of the night. ”

Nicky was clearly reluctant to continue the conversation. I nodded, "Willing to serve." What do you want me to do? ”

"I'll do it anyway." Natalie walked over.

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"Aha. Good, good, good. Mr. Chef, we've got you covered. Nicky said, picking up his apron.

After a few of us worked together for more than an hour, we finally prepared a fairly hearty dinner. Although I was not a good helper with the oil bottle or even Nicky, and I was talked to by Natalie from time to time, the whole process was undoubtedly easy and fun. At least in my opinion, it's much easier than holding a gun and then carrying out all sorts of combat orders.

After dinner, Drag Oil Bottle continues to talk to Natalie about the academic issues between them. Nicky and I started a small talk. Nicky said a lot about his youth, how the USSR was declining step by step, how he got to the road first, etc. These stories are very interesting and wonderful for me, and I don't really have the opportunity to listen quietly to the stories of a person who tells his own story in a small talk and is still a person who has embarked on a particular path in such a special context.

His story is full of helplessness, and now he is far from the life goals he set when he was young, and he can no longer become the kind of person he wants. But he told me that he doesn't regret it. Compared to many people, he was successful. Not only did he live to this day, but he also had a wife, children, and a happy home. Compared to these, those so-called ideals and ambitions of youth are nothing.

I asked him why he hadn't retired yet, and now he clearly wouldn't continue to work for a living. He told me that a lot of times things are not done for themselves. On the other hand, you can't rely on your own ability to achieve success alone. There must be all kinds of help and even support from others, and you can't help but think about them when you are proud or when you want to wash your hands. In addition to them, there is a group of people who feed on their own. These people are also not to be discarded casually, either morally or emotionally. So retirement, would love to. But it can't be done simply. I understand what he means, which is to say that people can't help themselves.

We talked until late before we went to rest. And the oil bottle and Natalie are in good spirits and have no intention of sleeping, which means to talk at night. And the next morning, the oil bottle actually got up before me and woke me up from my sleep.

To be honest, it's rare for me to sleep so soundly. I always woke up with three parts of sleep before, and I was always afraid of something special.

I was reluctantly pulled up, and when I walked out of the room, I found that Natalie and Nikki were already preparing for breakfast. I looked at them, "Good morning." Is it already noon? ”

"Haha. No. It's still morning. Today Miss Natalie will take us all out on a tour of the famous Prague. Nicky said, gesturing to the table, "Let's grab breakfast." There's so much to see in this city that it's too late to leave early. ”

The day after that, as Nicky said, we went to see a lot of places. What churches, palaces, and gold lanes. I'm so dazzled that I can't remember it at all.

In the evening, Nicky set out with us on the road to Ukraine after entertaining us again. As we said goodbye, Natalie hugged us separately and said she hoped to travel with Nicky one day.

The oil bottle said goodbye to Natalie with a reluctant face, and if he was allowed to live here forever, he would definitely agree. And it's the kind that doesn't hesitate.

After most of the day, we arrived in Mariupol, Ukraine. This time, it was Nicky's subordinate Yevgen who came to pick us up, and he was joined by Paul.

"I'll send you here." Nicky walked over to Evgen's side and spoke.

"You're not going to Ivan's wedding together?" I asked.

Nicky shook his head, "I'm not familiar with everyone there. Of course, if you get married someday, remember to invite me. Ha ha. With that, Nicky turned and left with Yevgen.

After following Paul into the car, Paul looked at me and said, "Milk is back?" ”

"Yes. He retired. I said