During the rest of her time in Norway, Chen Ying did not see Wang Yi. He evaporated silently like a mist in the woods on the mountain, leaving no trace. She had expected him to wander around, but it was so difficult to hide that Asian face from the crowd of locals, and she had never seen him once. Occasionally, she thought he was standing across the street, but when she walked over and looked at it, she found strangers or advertising posters she didn't know. She didn't know if he was going back to Germany or if he would continue to spend the weekend in Oslo, but he kept his promise and didn't appear in front of her again.

A hug in church could be their last intimate encounter. Thinking of this, she felt a little relieved. Since coming to Europe, she has come to believe that there is a magical power in the church that can make up for the mistakes of the past. To this day, the church remains the tallest building in many European cities, and when the bell is struck, the sound of the message extends from the spire to every corner of the city. If the wind blows, it can travel farther. Chen Ying likes to stand on the top of the hillside and listen to the melodious bell ringing rhythmically.

Norway is the land of legendary pirates. It has been rampant all over Europe since about the 8th century AD. They relied on their own courage and luck to conquer neighboring countries, expand their territories, and plunder the resources and wealth of other countries. They were once a nightmare for the European world, even though they were also exceptional craftsmen, sailors, explorers, and merchants. They even discovered America before Columbus. The Viking way of life continues even in a small town in Sweden. Chen Ying wanders around the Old Viking Museum, looking at the costumes, boat gear, and boxes of the past. She didn't know how to build a boat and rarely sailed, and the experience of sailing from Hamburg was her first voyage at sea. She looked at the wreckage of the ship on display in the museum and imagined how the warriors rode the wind and waves. However, much of the territory gained in the original campaign has been lost, and the once magnificent ship has fallen apart. She came to the conclusion that victory through plunder could never last long.

By the time she stepped outside, it was overcast, and in her experience it was a harbinger of another snowstorm. The bus stopped in front of the white-walled, red-roofed museum, and she got on the bus alone and found a separate window seat. The car shuttles through the mountains, and the road is lined with dense forests on both sides. Through the gap in the trees, Chen Ying saw that the edge of the pier was constantly smearing with white spray.

Back at the hotel, she packed her bags and had dinner in the hotel restaurant. When there were still two hours to go, she dragged her suitcase unhurriedly towards the central train station, when the sky had begun to snow, and most of the people around her were wearing hoods and hurried past her. By the time we got to the train station, the snow was falling heavier. She was glad she had found a warm haven in advance, as the wind from the sea was raging in the city. It was getting dark very quickly, and if it weren't for the street lamp, it would be hard to see clearly. She sat on the waiting sofa near the information desk and listened to the staff exchange news about the delayed train.

"We're not going to delay the start, are we?" A passenger who looked like a painter stood in front of the stage and asked in English. Chen Ying immediately pricked up her ears to listen.

"No, try not to." The front desk counselor comforted him, "You can rest next to you for a while, and if there is a change, we will notify you by radio." ”

There were more and more people waiting in the hall, and many people came to pick up the station. They stood uneasily in front of the Hour Plaque with name tags in their hands. Within half an hour, not a single train entered or left the station, and Chen Ying could feel the anxiety spreading in the waiting hall.

"How long are we going to wait?" An old lady came up to me and asked in German. The counselor still coaxed her back to her seat with what she had just said, and made her a cup of tea before leaving.

Chen Ying looked at her watch a little nervously, it was almost seven o'clock, and if she couldn't get to Copenhagen Central Station before nine o'clock, she would definitely not be able to take the bus from the subway station to her home. Public transport is scarce in the Danish countryside, with only one bus per hour. According to John, the departure time and arrival time are agreed between the bus company and the local people, and there are very few changes unless there is an accident. Walking home from the subway station was something she never imagined, not to mention that the recent weather in Denmark is similar to that in Norway, which is also experiencing wind and snow.

After another half hour, she also couldn't sit still. However, the wind and snow outside the window showed no signs of improving, and the conductors began to gather together and talk to each other. If it weren't for the arrival of a train from Gothenburg, she suspected she would have rushed up to find out.

"Can you get on the bus?" Two Americans of about her age stood in front of the information desk with hiking bags on their backs and asked. They were a man and a woman, and the girl kept looking at her watch as she asked.

"I-go and ask." The counselor left.

Chen Ying anxiously observed the movements of the conductor, and did not dare to go to the toilet, lest she delay any important news. The "Doll's House" that she was reading just now is now stuffed into her school bag. The once noisy hall is now unusually calm, with most passengers holding their breath staring at information signs that haven't been updated for a long time. Chen Ying watched the watch hands on her wrist rotate continuously, hesitating to send an email to John first.