"I fried poached eggs and put them on the table over there." Wang Yi squatted beside the bed and kissed her forehead. The sunlight shone into the room from behind him, and she couldn't open her eyes.

She sat at the table in Wang Yi's shirt, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and the back hem just covered her hips. She looked at the omelette and toast he had prepared on the plate. One side of the bread was charred black, but luckily most of it was still golden brown. She picked up a slice and ate it absently. He sat down in the chair across from her and looked at her contentedly. The heater in the room whirred and ruffled her long hair behind her. Next to the residence, the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Chapel was striking nine o'clock.

"I've never thought I'd get up so late." She shook her head.

"Where are you going today?" He asked, taking a sip of milk from her cup, hot. It shuddered down his neck and flowed into his stomach.

"I don't know how far the Berlin Wall is from here." She said.

"Why don't you go and see the Brandenburg Gate first? Together with the Berlin Wall, it once divided the city in two. ”

She followed his advice and left immediately after breakfast. Along the way, they snuggled up to each other, never talking about a day in advance. He watched her take pictures frantically with her camera, even the performance artist standing on the side of the road. They circled around the Pillar of Victory until he threw himself on her and took her in his arms. He treats her to an ice cream cone with two balls stacked on top of each other, and the cold wind makes her teeth rattle. They were having lunch at the zoo, and the polar bear was swimming in the water with ice cubes in its arms, leaving only white heads and black eyes looking around on the green water.

"It's the best of seasons." Wang Yi said.

Snow begins to fall in the afternoon and soon turns into sleet. This kind of weather is troublesome. He leaned over her umbrella and walked side by side towards the subway station, his other shoulder wet before he arrived. It's a weekday, and there aren't many people in the subway in the afternoon, and the whole carriage is full of side-by-side seats to pick from. He listened to her and sat in the doorway, and the rain shrank and dissipated into the crack of the door. She wiped the air out of the window into a circle so that both of them could see outside. The leaves of the trees along the way have not completely fallen and the grass on the ground remains green. Colorful raincoats and galoshes flashed past the window, and her camera clicked rapidly at each stop.

By the time they reached the Berlin Wall, it was completely dark. Contrary to expectations, this has been transformed into an East End gallery. The piers and barbed wire were removed, and only a symbolic iron fence gate that could only be passed through by a single person remained. Modern artists are working on the walls, and the remaining broken walls are covered with various graffiti. There is also a vendor sitting on the wall, who can stamp his passport with an imitation of an East Berlin visa.

Chen Ying walked back and forth by the wall. Except for the three of them, there was no one else. The rain was still falling, and even the ring of fluff on the edge of her down jacket and hat was wet. I don't know why she always felt like she belonged part of this reinforced concrete building.

"Would you like a keychain with a wall skin? This is the real Berlin Wall. "Hawkers peddled umbrellas to them.

She bought two at once and hung them on the zipper of her backpack in front of the hawker. She walked up and down on both sides of the wall, peeking back and forth through the same hole. She looked at the numbers written on the wall like a countdown, the flow of people that symbolized freedom, and finally the two doves of peace. She remembered what Franz and Hans had said, and watched the buildings on either side of the wall stand silently in the rain and snow, the presence of which is incompatible with the modern buildings around it, and yet the same voice proclaims that this is Berlin.

When they returned to their quarters, Chen Ying began watching documentaries about World War II. Wang Yi stood behind her peeling potatoes and quietly listened to the narration from the documentary. He went in and out of the room lightly, trying not to disturb her.

"Let's eat." After a while he said, pushing the plate with the vinegared shredded potatoes in front of her. She hadn't eaten Chinese food in months, and she had wiped out her share like a whirlwind. He looked at her and said nothing.

After the meal, they stayed in the same room. He put their laptops side by side, screens connected to each other, and sat on the carpet watching the slightly literary old movies she liked. She eats snacks while watching movies and stuffs his mouth full. He kissed her when he didn't want to eat it, and took the opportunity to put the snack back in the bag on the corner of the table from behind.

"I love the celery you make." She stroked his arm and said, "I can't do it well at home, on the one hand, I can't handle the complicated fibers, and on the other hand, I can't get rid of the bitterness. ”

"Just copy it with hot water before passing the oil." He told her the secret.

"You're all cooking your own food here?"

"Unless it's because I'm too busy with exams."

"It's hard."

He took the end of her hair in his mouth and sucked the taste. Those strands of hair connected to the sensitive nerve endings, making her feel itchy. She watched as his long lanky legs stretched out in front of her, his toes shaking from time to time.

"I now finally know why you're so special, because your feet are in the shape of Greek feet." He touched her foot with his calf, "The second toe is the longest, so it makes the bones more symmetrical." ”

"What's your foot shape?"

"Roman foot." He bent his knees and retracted his feet to show them in front of her, "Each toe is about the same length." ”

He stretched her fingers out and put them in his palm, comparing them to each other. She saw her fingers barely reaching his second joint. He wrapped her hand around her again, put it to his lips and kissed it. The rain outside the window turned to snow again, falling silently. Those steeple houses instantly entered a fantasy blue world, which reminded Chen Ying of those days in the Netherlands.

"When I left Amsterdam, it was snowing." "The whole city was in a dream," she said. ”

"It's beautiful." He said.

"How did you see that?"

"I was visiting the cathedral next to the central train station with those two classmates. The priest is playing Mass on the organ. As soon as we looked up, we saw a heavy snow outside the window, the first snow I had seen in Europe. ”

Chen Ying didn't speak, and listened to him continue.

"Then I saw a train coming from the station, probably silver-gray or beige. It sprang down the railroad tracks, disappearing into the wind and snow in the blizzard as if by magic. Later, due to the weather, the other trains were delayed. I stood by the window and looked at it for a long time, and for some reason I always felt that the car was familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere. The two classmates who went with me thought I had fallen for the wrong thing, because that morning we were both setting foot on Dutch soil for the first time. ”