It turns out that people really change drastically. She remembered that on the phone in the morning, Qin Hong complained with a stomach full of complaints. He didn't blame her directly, but his resentment was clear enough. He felt that she had not fulfilled her obligations as a girlfriend and had not been there when he was sick. His frustration was palpable, and even though he had taken care of the words, she could still feel the anger behind the serious words. The disease had exerted its power to spread the pain as widely as possible, allowing him to speak to her like never before. He needed her, and he wouldn't tell her directly, and those carefully studied sarcastic words made her heart ache even more. He roared and hung up frantically, while she was still standing in the red phone booth holding the receiver, listening to the beep coming from inside indicating a disconnection. Wang Yi was standing by the open phone booth door, not saying a word.

She was at the bottom of the sea, looking at the dark edge of the tunnel, and felt lonely like never before. When a person stands up for what he stands for, there is always a price to pay. She didn't want the other classmates to know what was going on, and they couldn't help anything other than some nice comfort. They are all the same, living out their dreams in a world far from home.

She opened her eyes to look at the Korean girl who was still playing poker, and remembered how she had been crying in the library two days before the trip. Chen Ying hurriedly pulled her to the bathroom in the basement. When she wiped her face clean, they went to a nearby square together. The Korean girl told Chen Ying that she wrote a lot of her feelings in Europe on the FACE BOOK, including a lot of understanding of people and things. Her American boyfriend was very upset when he saw it, and he had already unfollowed her, and he was reluctant to answer the phone call she called to explain. She suppressed her emotions until the end of her midterm exams, after which she wrote him a long email. The anxious wait was exchanged for the other party's ruthless breakup, and she regretted the decision to come to Europe for an exchange in the first place, and she was in pain.

Chen Ying remembers sitting with her in the square for a long time that day, and feeding all the bread in her hand to the cooing pigeons at her feet. They gathered from all directions, gathered at their feet, and meticulously cleaned up the debris that had fallen between the cracks of the broken bricks. It was a gloomy day, with a cold wind blowing from the sea, and the few whooper swans gathered on the surface of the pond to discuss the migration.

Later, Chen Ying accompanied her back to the dormitory. She did not live in a Danish house and rented an apartment on her own in the suburbs near the capital. Chen Ying helped her wash her clothes and cook, and after the meal, they sat barefoot on the balcony together. She told Chen Ying an interesting story about driving while studying in the United States. She was a very independent girl, studying alone on the other side of the ocean at the age of eighteen, and a chance community event allowed her to meet the young man of the same age.

"We're not classmates, we're neighbors at most." She once said to Chen Ying, "Do you think this is a coincidence? ”

Chen Ying told her that in Chinese culture, this is called fate.

"We've been together for three years." She looked at her toes, which had been painted with red nail polish, "Why is this still happening?" ”

Chen Ying did not answer. From the balcony, you can see the Christiana Villefranche, and the colorful graffiti on the walls is out of step with the majestic architecture that surrounds it. The lights were still on in front of cafes and theaters, and someone walked out of a low-slung house with a cigarette in his mouth and stuffed a garbage bag into an overflowing garbage can.

"The world is so big, everyone is so small, how can you meet that person who is willing to be with you for the rest of your life?" The Korean girl asked after a while.

"Give the chance to those who can, or - wait for the opportunity to come." Chen Ying replied.

The world of darkness came to an end the moment the light came. The train travels from the bottom of the sea to the surface into the suburbs of Belgium, a low-country country that has carved out vast fields, and at the end of the black plains are neatly pointed houses with gray-brown branches of creepers. Near the seashore are rows of tall white windmills, slowly spinning under the impetus of the current's air. Unlike the UK, the other side of the channel is sunny and a few small clouds are floating freely in the blue sky.

Soon they drove to Brussels, an hour and a half before the agreed time for the visit, and the EU headquarters would not open earlier. On the way to the restaurant, someone clamored to see the Atomium. They have lunch at a chocolate restaurant, and the waiter demonstrates how to make chocolate while the meal is served.

"We have some of the best chocolates in the world." The clerk said proudly.

After dinner, Chen Ying and the Korean girl went to visit the Grand Place in Brussels. A performance artist who pretends to be a law doll on the street catches their eye. He stood on the black box, letting his arms swing mechanically and smiling at passers-by. A bazaar is forming in the middle of the square, and many stalls selling tourist souvenirs, flowers and food are busy under the awning. The two girls walked over and looked from the stall to see that their travel life prevented them from carrying beautiful flowers, but it did not prevent them from buying souvenirs. By the time they left, their bags were filled with postcards.

"Last summer, the center of the square was full of flowers...... said in a Chinese.

Chen Ying looked back and saw a group of Chinese tourists walking past them, several of whom were breaking away from the line to take pictures of the plaza buildings, one of them looking familiar.

"Qin Hong......" Chen Ying couldn't help but say out loud.

"What? Is there anyone you know? The Korean girl leaned over and followed her gaze.

The man turned around, and it was a boy he didn't know, and he looked like a college student in age. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a backpack on his back, and a DSLR camera around his neck. After a quick photoshoot, he hurried past them without looking. Chen Ying watched as the small group of tourists disappeared through the narrow alleys and onto the gravel road leading to the Chocolate Museum. The tall spire of the Gothic building, which is the town hall, pierces the sky and rises in the direction where visitors disappear.

"Are you alright?" The Korean girl walked over and grabbed Chen Ying's arm, "We need to hurry back to the meeting place - there are still twenty minutes." You know, you can't be late for a visit. ”

They walked quickly along the gravel path, ignoring the turquoise moss that had rained on the stone steps the previous two days. They walked through the crowd of people who were taking photos in front of the statue, and hurried towards Law Street. Along the way, they asked around and almost got lost. By the time they reached the entrance of the X-shaped building out of breath, the team leader was angrily counting the number of people.

"In addition to the two of you, there are five more people left - hell, where have they all gone?" She pushed them into the line unhappily, "I should have kept you in the restaurant if I knew I should have kept you in the restaurant." ”

A few other students who were late were reprimanded in public, and the others were silent. The team leader kept touching his forehead as he spoke, as if he had a fever. Everyone sorted out their clothes and walked into the building, and the staff at the reception quickly handed out the work cards to everyone.

"Let's go to the bathroom and change into formal clothes in a moment." Standing on the steps, the teacher said, fully demonstrating the rigor of the Nordics, "We are going to have a lesson in the conference room." Everyone has to show a high level of professionalism, and there is no benefit in being too relaxed. ”