At the moment, there are no customers in the café, and a young staff member in front of the bar is still wiping down the utensils with a clean white cloth, and the other is trying out the POS machine and putting all the miscellaneous items on the table neatly.

Qin Hong walked around the hall a few times, selected a table, and pulled out a chair to signal Chen Ying to sit down. This is a set of Eight Immortals table near the corner of the window. The cushions are made of thick sponge, and the large red cover is finely embroidered with a finger-wide blue-white paper pattern in the middle. The cushions on the back are also red, embroidered with the same style pattern on the top, and the four corners are covered with long golden tassels. Qin Hong sat down in a chair with the same decoration on the other side of the table, and pulled over a lamp placed in the corner of the table, the shade of this lamp was colorful, and the shape of a flower was spelled out in a mosaic way. Qin Hong turned on the switch with his hand, and colorful light sprinkled in front of Chen Ying.

Seeing that they had chosen their seats, a staff member turned on the background music, and a quiet melody sounded in the room:

"Hearing the departure of winter,

I woke up in a certain month and year.

I'm waiting for what I think I'm looking forward to,

The future cannot be arranged because of this.

Cloudy evening outside the car window,

There is a person waiting for the future.

Look left and right forward,

Love takes a few turns before it comes.

What kind of dialogue will I have when I meet,

I'm waiting for someone in what the future he is,

I hear the wind coming from the subway and the sea of people,

I was standing in line with the number plate of love.

……

I flew forward over a sea of time,

We have also been hurt in love.

I looked at the entrance to Lu Meng, which was a little narrow,

My meeting with you is the most beautiful accident.

One day my mystery will be solved

……”

Qin Hong started playing the game after submitting a few resumes on his laptop, and Chen Ying carefully studied the documents he got last night.

"Why is there so much material in English? Which course are you preparing for the next semester? He said as he picked up a manual.

"It's not a textbook for classes, it's a model United Nations material, and the School of International Relations has an event that lasts about a week. Originally, Liang Jing signed up to go, but her experiment couldn't be completed, so she had to ask me to go on her behalf. ”

"Model United Nations? What does that do? ”

"The basic content of the activity is that each student represents a participating country and discusses and votes on some hot issues. The format of the event is very similar to that of the United Nations, and the process of participation and voting is also modeled after the United Nations Constitution. ”

"How do you decide who represents which country?"

"The country each student represents is determined by lottery. This is what I got yesterday. She said rummaging through the bottom of the paper bag, eventually picking up a green card and placing it in front of him, "It's Denmark." ”

"Not a permanent member?"

"Well, it's not."

"Can't you change countries?"

"According to the rules of the event, this cannot be changed, especially since everyone cannot represent their own country. There will be many international students who will come to participate in this event. Because everyone has to re-learn about other countries, it is necessary to distribute materials a few days in advance and understand the topics. ”

"Denmark is a small country in Northern Europe, but it was once quite powerful, and now Greenland, the world's largest island, is also its territory." Qin Hong searched for geographical knowledge in his mind, "Norway and Iceland were also its territories in the past, and later these two countries became independent. Together with Sweden and Finland, these five countries are collectively known as the Scandinavian Five. ”

"That's right." Chen Ying flipped through a picture album in front of her, which contained many photos, each with a caption next to it. She pointed out to him the pointy gray-black roofs and patina sculptures, and the colorful barges and houses along the Copenhagen harbor, and they looked together at the gravel paths and the pigeons flying along the roadside.

"What a fairytale kingdom." Qin Hong admired.

"Speaking of fairy tales," Chen Ying said, closing the book, the cover of which featured The Little Mermaid. The mermaid in the sculpture is kneeling on a rock by the sea, almost fully humanoid, with a fishtail below the left calf. Her body was facing the land, but her neck was twisted behind her to gaze at the sea.

"Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales." Chen Ying said quietly, "I have been watching it since I was a child, and I often watch it while eating. I don't know how many times I've watched it, but I can memorize almost every story, and I still watch it repeatedly. At the end, when I see the snow, I think of "The Little Match Girl" - even a few days ago, when I was walking in the snow to the cafeteria, I would remember the three wishes made by the little girl in the story when I watched the rush of people coming and going. ”

"And 'The Ugly Duckling' is also very good," Qin Hong continued, "but I prefer 'Steadfast Tin Soldier' - the one-legged tin soldier was originally so small and incomplete, so close and so far away in the face of the girl he liked, experienced all kinds of hardships after being discarded, even if he returned home and was roasted by the fire, he did not abandon his faith, and won love while ending his life." ”

"I didn't give up my faith." Chen Ying repeated. The sky outside the window began to become gloomy again, and a layer of moisture condensed from the glass window against the inside of the room, and Chen Ying gently drew a circle on the glass with her fingertips, which encircled her eyes reflected on the glass. The water vapor left on her fingertips condensed together to form a small droplet that flowed down her fingertips.

"What kind of faith do you think that is?" She came back to her senses and looked at Qin Hong.

"It's not so much a belief as a persistence. Stick to your choices, never give up, no compromise, no matter what. This original dedication to love finally became the belief of the little tin soldier. ”

Chen Ying reached out to touch Qin Hong's cheek, and he pretended to bite her hand. As soon as she retracted her hand, she was pulled back by Qin Hong, placed it in the palms of his broad hands, and rubbed it repeatedly.