【Lou Cheng】 How easy is another day

But now it's still a whole day before what to eat at night, so I can stop thinking about it for a while.Mingcheng originally planned to accompany Minglou—he looked much better, but Mingcheng was still a little worried.Two people can find a museum to visit and have a chat.

When they were young, they talked about everything, and for a while they hardly talked, and in recent years, they began to talk about things they talked about once when they were young: maybe they changed, maybe the things they talked about changed. .But no matter whether he is young or now, no matter what mood he is in during the discussion, and whether it is a discussion or not, Mingcheng finds that his mood towards Minglou is always the same.He has long been on his own, and he can complete the task without any flaws when he leaves Minglou, but he just wants to return to him.

He once told Minglou this idea.Minglou was stunned for a moment, Fang smiled lightly, shook his head and said, "You are lazy."

He was sitting at the other end of the table, and he also smiled: "You know not."

"But you shouldn't think so."

"It's okay." Mingcheng still smiled, "I won't tell others. There will be no second person to make me think like that."

Minglou has nothing to do with him—as they get older, Minglou always has nothing to do with him.But at work, they are always too strict with themselves and each other.So Minglou was silent for a moment, and asked him, "Have you ever thought that we will be separated?"

"I've thought about it." Mingcheng looked at Minglou firmly, and whispered two words slowly and firmly.

"That's good." Minglou didn't want a more detailed answer, so he nodded his head almost imperceptibly, and then lightly patted Mingcheng's hand, "That's good."

They never talked about "separation" any more.At that time, they were still in the country, and there were too many things to do, and even this little leeway for conversation was stolen.

Now they are not separated, and they have a lot of time to talk, but it is a pity that today, when the travel plan has been arranged, just before packing up and preparing to go out, the phone rang.

After putting down the phone, Mingcheng said to Minglou with a questioning look on his face, "I have to go to the office."

"You go."

Mingcheng smiled apologetically: "The company's goods shipped to Hong Kong have encountered some troubles in Penang. The secretary can't handle it, so I will handle it myself."

They have been partners for many years, and they have a relationship as a partner, but they both abide by work discipline very much, and in order to protect each other, they never ask each other for additional information.So Minglou just waved his hands after hearing this: "Go ahead. Are you going home for dinner tonight?"

"I'll call you when I get back. Don't wait for me."

Minglou thought about it and stopped him again: "Forget it, you can take me for a ride, I will also go to the city. I came back from Berlin yesterday with a headache, and the car was left at the train station. I took the car and went to the office."

Mingcheng nodded: "That's good... Let's have dinner together tonight, and I'll pick you up. Recently, a new restaurant opened in the city. The chef is from Shanghai. I didn't know which family's private chef used to cook a few dishes. Alright."

Minglou smiled and agreed: "Okay."

Mingcheng sent people to the train station and went to work, Minglou picked up the car and crossed the river to go to school.

There are few people in the school on weekends, but there are also young colleagues who work hard in the office day and night.As he went upstairs he noticed that the cleaner had changed, a very thin lady of about forty.But his back is straight, his expression is calm, and he looks very decent.When the other party greeted him, Ming Lou recognized that it was a Berlin accent, so he took an extra look and didn't ask anything.

Everyone who was forced to leave their country has a story, and it's really not worth asking.

The office remained the same as it was a week ago, and the books on the desk all had the same page numbers.Minglou checked the room habitually, then went to the mail room to pick up the mail in his "pigeon hole".

Nothing more than bank statements, conference notices and academic journals he subscribed to, only one letter from Paris was unplanned.After he finished reading, his eyes flickered, he stuffed the letter into his jacket pocket, and went downstairs to find a public phone booth to make a call.

The call was short, so when he hung up, he made another trip to the telegraph office a few streets away.

After all these things were dealt with, he returned to the office, continued to work on his thesis, and changed a postgraduate assignment by the way, and Mingcheng called him after nightfall, and the two of them went to dinner.

The restaurant that Mingcheng took him to was called "Chunfenglou". The decoration was weird, but the dishes were really good. There was a genuine Jinhua ham, and the white-cut chicken was also very authentic. I haven't seen it for many years. Shanghai Qing.The two of them slowly shared a bowl of pickled Duxian, and then shared a bowl of bald butter noodles.On the way, someone Mingcheng knew brought his wife to say hello. Mingcheng put down his chopsticks and introduced to his business partner, "This is Professor Lou from the University of Zurich."

The wife immediately said, "Oh, so it's Professor Lou, I've heard about it for a long time."

Minglou noticed Mingcheng's quick glance towards him, he just pretended he didn't see it, exchanged a few polite greetings, and then stopped talking.

After seeing off the acquaintance he met by chance, Mingcheng also sat down and joked with him: "Professor Lou, you are becoming more and more like a weird old man. You don't fit in."

Minglou just laughed: "If I'm particularly gregarious and easily get along with others, will you agree?"

"Is there anything I don't want to do." Mingcheng reached out to take his bowl and filled him with another half bowl of soup, "Is there anything you want to talk to me about?"

"Yes. You can take a walk after dinner."

Mingcheng stopped asking.

After the winter in Zurich, it is cold and humid, which is a bit like the weather in Shanghai, but the temperature is much lower.After nightfall, there were few people, and the two of them were not afraid of the cold. Besides, when they were full, they simply walked along the river from the restaurant to the vicinity of the city hall.

What Minglou was talking about was the letter he received in the afternoon.

"I went to The Hague for a meeting in the summer. I met people from the United Nations and chatted a few times. I received a letter from them today saying that there is a vacant seat and I hope I can apply for it."

Mingcheng thought it was some bad news. When he heard the "United Nations", he was stunned for three seconds before answering: "Going to New York? The seat in China is still in Taiwan. Of course it's good to go... If you can go, you can Familiarize yourself with their rules, and one day in the future, our seat will be restored. Well, the People's Republic of China." He said the last few words very lightly.

Minglou waited patiently for Mingcheng to finish speaking, and then glanced at him with a smile: "It's Kekewen."

Mingcheng's eyes were rounded, and after a while, he couldn't think of what to say, and actually laughed.

Minglou also smiled, and shook his hand: "As soon as I received the letter, I called Bern and sent an encrypted telegram. I will go there one day next week."

"are you going?"

Minglou thought about it: "This matter is not up to you. If we need to go, then I will compete for the job. If we need to stay in Switzerland, then I will decline. Wait a minute."

"What about your judgment?"

"I will go. You have already said the reason." Ming Lou paused, "International affairs have their own rules of the game. If possible, I would like to go back to teach, teach a group of young people, let them It's a stage where you can really shine. But if I'm going, I'm going."

Mingcheng's eyes flashed: "Although you are not superstitious, your predictions are almost accurate. Brother, we are afraid that we are going back to Paris. At least you are going back."

Minglou turned his face and saw Mingcheng's smiling face: "Others may not know my background, but the organization and you are the clearest. At this time of year, if you go to Paris, then I'm most likely to go to Warsaw."

The two of them didn't need to hide anything, and there was nothing to comfort them. They were the ones who were pushed forward by the situation, and they were always striving to change the situation.

But this time Minglou still smiled: "No. Let's go back to Paris together."

"reason?"

"No reason. Intuition."

Mingcheng smiled slightly, and patted him lightly on the arm: "I can go anywhere. For the final victory."

"Oh, then you still made a report last time. You pretended to be asleep." After talking, Minglou kept holding Mingcheng's hand and didn't let go.

Mingcheng, who was exposed as the old man, still laughed: "It doesn't matter if I go or not, where is the education, science and culture? What district?"

"District seven."

"Then you can rent a house on Avenue Montaigne."

"Can't you live in Saint-Germain?"

"Mingtai used to always want to live on the right bank, and it's okay to live once. How much is the rent?"

"You make up your mind."

Mingcheng thought for a while: "Two bedrooms. In case I really go to Warsaw, in case I can visit you, leave me a guest room."

"That's three. The little thing is now bringing a family and a family. You and I will share one room for their husband and wife, and another room. If we can meet the villain, let the villain live... Calculate, um, The younger one is also twelve or thirteen this year."

In a trance, Mingcheng remembered that 30 years ago, he and Minglou received a letter from his sister, explaining that Taiwan was coming to Paris.The two of them also discussed exactly the same thing. It was winter in Paris, under the blue sky, they walked side by side through the Pantheon.

Mingcheng thinks about it again, yes, separation and reunion have never been an option for them. The men and women of their Ming family, since they choose the path, no matter where it is or in what way, they will always work until the end. Last minute.

He bowed his head and smiled silently, put his arm around Ming Lou, and said to him in a harmonious voice: "Good Mr. Ming, you have the final say."

"If you were lucky enough to live in Paris when you were young, she will be with you wherever you go throughout your life."

-Hemingway

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