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As a must-see attraction in Budapest, the beauty of Fisherman's Bastion is hard to describe in words.

Overlooking the Danube and Pest on the opposite bank from the commanding heights of Castle Hill in Buda, the view is much better than standing on the viewing platform of St. Stephen's Temple yesterday, but in fact, it was only built by fishermen in the Middle Ages for defense. The fortress, which was almost destroyed during World War II, has now been luxuriously rebuilt and has become a holy place for Budapest and even Hungary.

When watching the young man on the side give flowers to the beautiful woman around him and receive a passionate kiss, Shen Teng finally believed the rumor he casually made up for Qin Zheng yesterday—half of the first kisses in Budapest were born in On the promenade of this fortress.

Today is sunny and sunny, and most people are looking out from the shade under the covered porch. There are few people looking up at the bronze statue of the emperor. Compared with the tourists around who are still in high spirits, Qin Zheng, who is standing on the side of the stone porch with his chest in his arms, looks silent. A little too indifferent.

It's worth it.

Shen Teng, who finally remembered his duty of "coaxing him to be happy", refreshed a bit, and said, "Did you see those bird sculptures on the road?"

Shen Tom dutifully introduced the fascinating millennium history here to his fellow travelers.

"That's the Troo bird, a sacred bird worshiped by the ancestors of the Hungarians. The Magyars were originally nomadic people, and the Troo bird put down the magic sword in its mouth here, and Budapest became their hometown."

"Very interesting." Qin Zheng replied.

"I think so too," Shen Teng nodded, "especially when I just learned from YouTube last night."

Qin Zheng turned his face to the side, and smiled as expected by Shen Tiao.

It's hard to imagine how many things an insomniac can do in one night. After searching for Budapest travel guides, Shen Teng even took out the tablet in the drawer and played audio games for a while.

"By the way, can you also play the piano?" He suddenly remembered.

Qin Zheng nodded: "Every kid from a rich family in Yancheng knows it."

This time it was Shen Teng's turn to laugh.

He knew that Qin Zheng wasn't exaggerating, because the "rich" that the second young master said was really different from the definition of "rich" by ordinary people.

"You're the best-looking dude I've ever seen."

"Thank you."

Qin Zheng accepted this sincere compliment decently, thought for a while, and added an answer: "But I'm not the best one I've ever seen."

"Oh?" Shen Teng was a little surprised, "What kind of person would get your high regard?"

Qin Zheng walked slowly with him on the undulating long steps of the fortress, and replied with a balanced breath: "He is the son of a diplomat. In addition to general art, music, and language, he also has horsemanship, fencing, and chess skills. I don't know him. I only met him once at a party of grown-ups. He's younger than I am, but he's very well-spoken, and I can see that he treats his father like a royal groom. He received the same education as an heir very calmly, which is very different from me."

Shen Teng was a little fascinated: "And then?"

"Then, his father went to jail, his mother remarried, and he brought his autistic younger sister and got out of the ranks of 'rich people in Yancheng'."

Shen Teng blinked.

Qin Zheng glanced back at him, and when he realized that his storytelling ability was strong enough to infect people's hearts, Qin Zheng smiled and calmly relieved the audience: "But I heard that he is studying at my alma mater now. , studying well."

What he said is very simple, but these two short sentences already contain too many stories.

There are a lot of troubled guys in this world, and the two of them are lucky to have a smooth journey all the way, but in fact, no matter how the whole society, history and civilization evolve, most of the time, we still live in a world that only respects clothes and disrespects people .

But even though the world treats people ruthlessly, especially that boy, he is still able to turn the hardships he endured in his teenage years beyond the imagination of ordinary people into external and internal motivation to shape himself.

He was melted into molten iron from exquisite works of art, and recast himself into a simple but ordinary thing with a strong character, hidden in the world, but more long-lasting.

"Sounds like a good match." Shen Teng agreed.

Qin Zheng's footsteps stopped, and he turned his head to look at Shen Teng, with a bit of forbearance in his eyes: "He is."

The villain in Shen Teng's heart was already laughing, but there was still a puzzled expression on his face: "Isn't that an adult? I just like children who happen to be legal."

He still prefers some types that are easier to pass the review.

Like a magic trick, Qin Zheng took out a popsicle from behind and shook it in front of people: "Kids won't buy you cold drinks."

"It's hard to say," Shen Teng jumped down from the steps with a smile, and took half of the popsicle that Qin Zheng gave him. "I don't know where this kid got the surprise."

Chocolate and strawberry, chocolate for Shen Teng, and strawberry for Qin Zheng.

On the way down the mountain, Shen Tomato mentioned their next destination while biting a popsicle that was melting fast.

"Do you know why the writing association chose the salon today?"

Qin Zheng: "I don't know."

Shen Tom: "Because April 23rd is International Book Day, but today is April [-]st."

Qin Zheng blinked, and tried to keep a monosyllable as calm as possible: "Huh?"

Shen Teng smiled even more happily: "I mean, Happy April Fool's Day, Qin Zheng!"

"Very happy." Qin Zheng echoed softly.

Tourists passed them by in twos and threes, and Qin Zheng naturally held Shen Ma's hand to prevent this guy from rolling from the castle hill to the small train track by the Danube because he didn't look at the road.

Shen Teng's adaptability is strong, and his face is even more impenetrable. Now even if Qin Zheng hugs him in the street, he will not be shy in the slightest. Not only that, he may even lie on Qin Zheng's shoulder and throw a slap to the passers-by who are paying attention. blow kisses.

This picture is really terrible, but fortunately Qin Zheng can't stop, they are just holding hands, walking slowly downhill to the place where the cable car is taken.

How should I put it, it's just an ordinary couple.

"My grandmother learned Esperanto."

On the cable car going down the mountain, Shen Teng gave Qin Zheng some cold facts again.

The lexical origin of the Esperanto "Esperanto" means "the hopeful", expressing the longing for a better future for mankind.According to relevant encyclopedias, in 1887, Polish-Jewish ophthalmologist Zamenhoff invented and created this artificial language based on the Indo-European language family, aiming to help people cross boundaries such as language, skin color, race, and region, and use the same identity—— —Citizens of the world come to live in equality and friendship.

But Shen Teng said: "However, I think sign language is more worldly."

Qin Zheng thought for a while, and raised an objection: "Sign language also has dialect and national differences."

"I know," Shen Teng curled his lips, "but my sign language teacher told me that he used to take deaf students abroad for exchange and study. The local students and foreign students communicated very smoothly without any obstacles. Isn't it amazing? Destiny Accidents and accidents make you lose the ability to listen to other people's voices, but in fact you gain another possibility to communicate with the whole world."

The reinterpretation of the word "苫" and the world meaning of sign language, Shen Tom seems to always carry out a new conceptual interpretation of these things that have been defined by people.

Qin Zheng didn't ask Shen Tiao why he wanted to learn sign language. In fact, there was nothing particularly worth asking about this matter—sign language is also a language, and learning it is nothing more than to communicate with a certain person or certain people. It is even to communicate with the world as Shen Teng said.

Or, more likely, Qin Zheng thinks that Shen Teng may just want to have the ability to check whether the sign language interpreter in the lower left corner of the screen is correct when he is bored watching the news.

"Don't you ask me why I learned sign language?"

But Shen Teng asked him.

Qin Zheng asked cooperatively, "Why do you learn sign language?"

Shen Teng blinked triumphantly, and answered verbatim: "In order to check whether the sign language interpretation in the lower left corner of the screen is correct when you are bored watching the news."

"..."

Qin Zheng lowered his eyelids and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Shen Teng tilted his head, "Although my intention is to make you laugh, why do I feel that your smile is not because of my joke?"

"What do you think?" Qin Zheng was there.

"I guess," Shen Tomato replied calmly, dragging his voice, "it's because you guessed what my joke was first."

The cable car arrived at the station, before getting off the car, Qin Zheng bowed and nodded in Shen Tso's ear, "You guessed right."

The voice is very nice, and it would be even better if he didn't deliberately speak in Shen Tom's still congested and sensitive right ear.

annoying guy.

Shen Teng groaned and put his fingers on Qin Zheng's palm, jumped off the cable car, and was greeted with a soft exclamation two meters away.

It seems a bit familiar.

Shen Teng and Qin Zheng turned their heads together. Unexpectedly, on the platform, he saw the little girl whom he had met on the train yesterday.

Shen Sui was still wearing the white dress and the sun hat with a tie on his head, and he was raising the camera in his hand with slanted eyebrows and eyes.

"It's you!"

it's me.

Shen Toma smiled and greeted her in the language from the world: "Bonjour, chica. (Hello, girl.)"

The author has something to say:

I really like the Spanish word for "girl".

And, yes, the down-and-out boy Qin Zheng mentioned who is still in school is Jiang Zhai from "Heart Wants Wild". Right now, he is thinking about his sophomore year in high school.Regarding the idea of ​​his "recasting" paragraph, the original sentence comes from a reader's comment. Jiang Zhai and I both like it.