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There is a word in Icelandic called "window weather", which refers to the weather outside the window seen in a warm room.

When the strong wind blows away the dark clouds and the sun fills the air, after opening the curtains, through a clean and clear glass window, people in the warm room can easily get lost in the bright illusion, happily find out the pressure from the closet. The short-sleeved pullover at the bottom of the box happily pushed open the door, and was beaten back into the house embarrassingly by the oncoming wind.

The "window weather" is so deceptive that even experienced local Icelanders will often fall into its trap, but Shen Teng usually does not have this kind of trouble - there are only high windows in the semi-basement, and what he can see is average. It's just a variety of shoes that people wear on their feet when they pass by.

Shen Teng likes to observe those shoes very much.

He has recently gotten into the habit of taking a lunch break.

Every afternoon after eating and washing the dishes (yes, he finally learned how to do the dishes), Shen Teng would take a book from the bookshelf, lie down on the chaise longue or sofa under the window, read a few pages, and wait for the time to get tired. Willing to visit slowly.

At that time, the sun was just right, and from the corner where he lived, he could see the footsteps of passers-by—sneakers, sandals, high heels, snow boots...

Completely different sizes, different seasons, or hurried or unhurried pace.

These "window footsteps" will remind Shen Ma of the shoe sculptures commemorating the Jews on the Danube River. Although the times are very different, the lives of the "shoes" are also completely different, but the same thing is that each pair of shoes is different. After all, it is a complete and unique story.

Of course, in addition to human footsteps, other animals occasionally visit.

One afternoon last week, Shen Teng accidentally saw a small and delicate plum blossom palm print in the corner of his window.

From that day on, he would put some food and drink by the window sill every day, ham sausage, cat food, water. Every now and then, he could always see that there were fewer things he had put away. This discovery would always bring Shen Teng an indescribably wonderful feeling, and it would even make him feel a little bit of anticipation in his heart, making him look forward to a certain day. I really saw my unknown friend, so that Shen Teng would have the opportunity and an excuse... to send someone some information.

Hmm.It's really rare.

Shen Teng, who has no fixed place, wanders freely, and has no soul to support, unexpectedly became like ordinary strangers in the second month of settling in the lonely Iceland, thinking about the part of his unrestrained mood in the past. In a conversation with a contact hidden in the phone.

And that guy is not very reasonable.

The main street in the city center is painted with rainbow patterns, and there are souvenir shops on both sides, with a variety of styles, and some storefronts are lit with warm lights during the sunny day.

The weather is fine today, and there are not too many tourists on the street.

Shen Teng stopped in front of a French window.

Across the window, a wide variety of commemorative coins, handicrafts and lamb dolls printed with "Iceland" are displayed in the warm shop.

Shen Teng's shadow was reflected on the glass, and the slightly frowned facial features coincided with the lamb's smiling face.He was thinking about the unreasonable guy he was about to meet, and his brows were tightened, but Xiao Yang still didn't know whether to say he was stupid or profound, and kept a mysterious smile after looking at it for a long time.

Shen Teng made a face at the innocent lamb.

So, why on earth would someone be able to kiss their loved ones without saying hello, and after a superficial kiss, they would slowly get up and ask the other party "what kind of cake do you like" as if nothing had happened.

Really speechless.

Shen Teng thought: "He is really bad!"

"He's so cute."

The oven made a "ding" sound, Qin Zheng put on his gloves, and when he squatted down to open the oven door and carefully took out the cake, he suddenly thought.

Shen Teng is very cute, in fact, he has already known this.But Qin Zheng seemed to have never been pushed out of the door without saying a word like the day before yesterday, because he was pushed out of the house without saying a word - and thought Shen Ting was cute.

Before this, Qin Zheng had never been kicked out of the door.

Maybe Shen Teng didn't drive people out of the door because of embarrassment.

Thinking of this, Qin Zheng wanted to laugh again.

The doorbell rang.

The apartment he rented was two streets away from Shen Teng's semi-basement. Downstairs were some small shopfronts. From the hidden narrow side stairs to the second floor, Qin Zheng's house was on the sunny side. The end of the corridor.

"Happy birthday, elementary school student."

When he opened the door, the first thing that came into his field of vision without warning was a lamb doll that could barely be considered exquisite in workmanship—to be precise, it was the luthier's hand with pale skin and distinct bones holding the doll.

Anyway, the gift had already been ordered as a guitar, Shen Teng was too lazy to use his brain, but felt that although he was an invitee, it would not be too perfunctory to visit at home, so he stayed in the souvenir shop for a long time, picking and choosing, and finally He took away the lamb that he saw at first sight.

But Shen Teng would not tell Qin Zheng how much time and energy he had wasted on this sheep.

Not only that, but he also imitated Qin Zheng's perfunctory: "I picked it up on the road."

"Thank you."

Qin Zheng, the tattered king who had "picked up" a lot of things before, thanked the younger generation politely, and let him in sideways.

As long as you come to Iceland once, you will find that Icelandic sheep is a very important totem in the hearts of Icelanders.

In the beginning, when the Vikings first landed in Iceland, the land here was far more barren than it is now, and people lived almost entirely on the sheep they brought from far away.

Ten years, one hundred years, the sheep brought by the Vikings from Scandinavia and Ireland have maintained their own unique bloodlines alone and tenaciously in the unique environment for more than 1000 years, and in the process formed an amazing cold tolerance.

And the sheep owners also relied on their sheep to reproduce and settle down on this isolated island from generation to generation.

Traveling in Iceland, walking into every specialty store, regardless of size, you can always find a few Icelandic sweaters with traditional totem patterns in the most conspicuous positions.This is the most popular travel souvenir for tourists in Iceland, and the intricate colorful pattern decoration on the shoulder of the sweater is inspired by the wool on the chest of Icelandic sheep.

As a gift, an Icelandic sweater that is not cheap can be said to be very affordable, but the picky artist Shen Teng finally walked out of the pile of colorful sweaters with a deep breath, walked to the window, and picked up the sweater. An Icelandic sheep that is only a little bigger than a fist.

It was really a tiny lamb, and when Qin Zheng, whose shoulders were wider than the Pacific Ocean, held it in both hands, he looked very...well, very cute.

When changing shoes in the entrance, Shen Teng caught a glimpse of the second young master from the corner of his eye and put the tip of his nose on the lamb, as if sniffing.

I don't know if the smell suits him or not, but in short, it seems to be a smell that surprised him. After smelling it, Qin Zheng couldn't help but tilted his head back, blinked, and looked up at Shen Teng again.

"You really know how to pick it up." He praised sincerely.

With his back turned to him and walking into the house, Shen Teng silently curled the corners of his lips.

"Today's cake is cocoa-flavored." Qin Zheng chattered after him.

Shen Teng finally opened his mouth and responded with two sentences: "Not bad, I like it. Where did you buy it?"

Qin Zheng: "If you're asking about cocoa powder and flour, it's from 'My Favorite Pink Pig Supermarket'."

Bonus - the most famous local supermarket chain, the "O" in the store name logo is a conspicuous and cute pink piglet.

On the land of Iceland with impressive prices, this is recognized as the cheapest and most affordable supermarket.Although the variety of goods is not so rich compared to the big supermarkets in other places, it can definitely meet daily needs. Not only locals love to patronize, but many tourists also regard this supermarket as one of the attractions that must be checked in.It's a pity that the supermarket's business hours are not friendly enough. Basically, it only opens between 06:30 am and [-]:[-] pm, and sometimes it doesn't open until after eleven or twelve o'clock. Once you get caught up in the afternoon, then rush to In the end, there will definitely only be two closed doors to meet me.

Shen Tom likes the yogurt of Bonus very much, and he will patronize it once in a while, and Qin Zheng is even more neurotic and has to go shopping every other day ("nervous" is an adjective forced by Shen Tom, a guy who doesn't cook by himself) .The two of them spend about the same amount of time shopping in the supermarket. Basically, Shen Teng went there five times, and three times, he would meet the second young master researching the shelf life in front of the shelf, hence the nickname "Qin Zheng's favorite pink pig supermarket".

uh, so.

Shen Teng blinked and realized: "You did it yourself?"

Qin Zheng gave a "hmm" and stuffed the drink he found from the cabinet into his hand.

Qin Zheng, make a birthday cake for yourself.

There really is his.

Shen Teng pursed her lips, lowered her head, and wanted to laugh again.

But considering that the last time he laughed in front of Qin Zheng's face was a bit sudden, Shen Teng laughed defensively this time.

"It was just an accident last time." Qin Zheng explained.

Shen Teng pursed his lips more suspiciously.

"Well," Qin Zheng confessed, "I can't guarantee that the accident won't happen again."

Shen Teng rolled his eyes.

"But you better not."

Qin Zheng bent down and approached Shen Teng suddenly.

They were too close, almost making Shen Teng's gaze knotted.

"There are quite a few opportunities that can trigger me to play hooligan." Qin Zheng threatened people in a flat tone.

Shen Teng spread his five fingers and covered the facial features of the second young master, pushing this handsome face that was too unbearable to be far away.

"Then keep your distance from me."

Qin Zheng nodded cooperatively, straightened up and replied, "This is indeed the best way."

But I can't do it, Qin Zheng thought.

I don't want to either.

But regardless of whether he wanted to or not, Shen Teng had already covered the issue, and began to visit Qin Zheng's house on his own.