The homeless man swallowed several slices of bread in succession, probably because it was so dry, that the bread got stuck in his throat, and his face was swollen and red, and he looked at the sorghum pleadingly.

Huang Liang was unmoved, and it was impossible for him to buy him another bottle of water.

The homeless man also knew that he had asked too much, and no longer looked at the yellow sorghum, but picked up a large handful of snow from his chair with his hand and stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately.

Melting snow poured down his throat, finally swallowing the bread that was stuck in it.

Huang Liang looked at him and asked, "Where is the sea cucumber street?" ”

The homeless man gasped hard, stroked his chest, looked at the bread bag that was already left, and looked angry and sad on his face, probably blaming himself for why he ate so quickly, and worried about whether there was enough left to eat.

"Where's the Sea Cucumber Street?" Huang Liang asked again. He's patient, but that doesn't mean he's going to be patient forever.

"Oh, sea cucumbers...... That's a great place! The homeless man leaned back on the bench, unaware of the coldness of the snow, "Do you know what a sea cucumber is?" ”

"Sea cucumbers?" Huang Liang remembers that there is such a name in China, and I don't know if Europeans also call it that.

"Sea cucumbers?" The homeless man was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Oh no, no, no, it's not that expensive!" Sea cucumbers are scaly sea squirts, white, prickly, and look like cucumbers, but soft. When I used to be a seafarer at sea, I often saw that in temperate seas, thousands of people often gathered together, and it was a bargain. ”

"I'm not here for a marine biology class." Huang Liang said.

"Oh yes, young man, I know you're going to the Sea Cucumber Street, but you have to figure out what a sea cucumber is before you can find it." The homeless man smiled mysteriously as he spoke, "Do you know that sea cucumber has another meaning?" ”

When he saw that Huang Liang's face seemed to show impatience, he said, "Well, I guess you don't know either. I'll tell you, sea cucumbers—that's what men do! ”

There was a hint of ill-will in his eyes, "Every year, tens of thousands of ships enter and exit from the port of Amsterdam, and the seafarers are blown by the sea breeze and soaked in the sea, and after a long time, the skin of the body will undergo some changes, and even the second child is different from ordinary people, just like being salted by sea salt, fat, white, and strangely elastic, people call it sea cucumber." ”

"So you should understand by now that Sea Cucumber Street is where the seafarers used to wash their second child...... Hahaha...... Do you know how to wash it? With water that flows from women, of course...... Hahaha......"

The homeless man seemed to remember some pleasant past and laughed maniacally.

"Tell me where?" Huang Liang had already understood, and if the homeless man hadn't lied to him, Sea Cucumber Street was probably a hidden alley in a certain red light district, no wonder it couldn't be found on Google Maps.

The homeless man stopped laughing, looked up at the sky, looked at the white clouds in the sky and said, "Although the Cucumber Street is the cheapest fireworks place in all of Amsterdam, oh no, the whole of the Netherlands, the girls there are really good, especially from Ukraine and Serbia." If you're willing to ask me to play once, I can show you the way. ”

Huang Liang didn't expect that a homeless man who couldn't eat enough would make such a request, and he couldn't understand why human beings still had such a physical desire in such a situation of extreme suffering. When he instinctively wanted to refuse, the homeless man changed his mind again.

"Oh, no, no, no, I'd better go by myself. What if I take you there and you release my pigeons? You just give me money, twenty euros, oh no, ten euros......"

He held out a finger, and his eyes glowed green like a wolf again, only this time it was not hunger, but greed.

Huang Liang smiled disgustedly and contemptuously, gracefully took out his wallet from his pocket, took a hundred denomination euros from it, and shook it twice in his hand:

"Tell me, tell me where I am, and the hundred euros will be yours."

"Really, really?" The green light in the homeless man's eyes became even stronger: "New Market, Weigh House, and Devaren are all famous red light districts, and you will know where the sea cucumber is when you go there and ask someone, but each red light district has a low-class brothel dedicated to sea cucumbers, I don't know which one you are referring to." ”

Huang Liang knew that he couldn't ask for more from the homeless man, so he gave him a hundred euros and walked away.

The homeless man was overjoyed, caught the note with trembling hands, blushed with his face, and then jumped up like a chicken and rushed to the street to the right of the railway station square with a swift pace.

Half an hour later, the bumping man with a blue nose and a swollen face was thrown out of the gate of a red house, and a strong Slavic man with a meaty face spat at him in the face, threw down a piece of paper, and scolded: "Grandma, remember to bring money next time you come to play, or cut off your dick and feed it to the dog!" ”

Looking at the falling paper, the homeless man couldn't figure out how he had brought a hundred euros, but when he went to the checkout, it became a small ticket for the bakery?

……

Amsterdam is an old city, with houses lining the streets that have been preserved centuries ago, with red, blue or green decorations everywhere, giving it a playful and warm look in the world after the snow.

The three- and four-storey buildings are lined up, but the doors along the street are so narrow that only one person can enter or exit. It is said that there was a strange law in Amsterdam in ancient times, that the bigger the door opened, the more taxes were paid, so people had to make the door to a minimum, and the window was opened to a large size, and everything large was moved in and out of the window, and the roof of the building was equipped with iron hooks and ropes sticking out.

Such houses are everywhere, including several well-known red-light neighborhoods. The girls stood in the narrow doorway or sat in the wide window, watching the passers-by, and teasing the men's hormones with their eyes and gestures.

Huang Liang walked into one of the street corners, past a row of window brothels with red lights, probably because the weather was too cold, most of the girls hid in the house, no one came to the door to greet the guests, or they were not interested in this little man with an oriental face, the women here are freelancers, and they are not coerced by anyone, whether they are willing to spend the Spring Festival with you, in addition to money, it also depends on their mood.

Half a block away, a blonde woman opened the narrow door of the red house and came out. On a cold day, she only wore a sheepskin trench coat, which she wore very little, and her slender thighs were exposed under the short skirt that were shivering astringently in the cold wind, but they were more amorous.

When he saw the trench coat, Huang Liang always thought of Aoki, so he inevitably looked at it twice. The blonde immediately leaned back on the porch and struck a coquettish pose with a professional and charming smile.

Huang Liang stepped forward, and the girl's smile was even bigger, and her silky eyes winked at him, as if she had seen the colorful banknotes.

"Excuse me, do you know this place?" Huang Liang asked, pointing to the note.

When the blonde saw the address on the note, she showed disdain and waved her hand impatiently: "Go ahead, go ahead and ask." With that, he turned back and went into the window house.

Huang Liang heard her muttering as she closed the door: "It's a poor ghost,!" ”