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"Do you think the Danube is blue?" asked the tall man in the blue bucket hat.

The exhibition hall is empty, and there is no light in the square space during the day. It relies on the transparent ribbon high windows on one wall and the exhibition hall door to bring natural light into the room, illuminating the scattered tourists when they stop. artwork.

The short and fat man who was questioned just now turned his head to glance at the color of the top of his companion's head, turned his gaze back, and said coldly with personality: "When you decide to ask this question, you should know my answer."

Standing on the same green bridge in the movie and looking down, the passing vehicles cross the Danube at a wonderful angle, but even if the sky is clear and cloudless, the river water seems to have little to do with blue.

The fisherman's hat sighed: "What a disappointment! Before I came here, I always thought that the Danube in Vienna and Budapest were really not the same color."

Europe is too small, and there are too many stories happening in Vienna.

"Love Before Dawn" was released in 1995. The encounter between an American youth and a Parisian schoolgirl is romantic and beautiful. Shen Teng dares to bet that in the following decades, no less than tens of thousands of people have set off from Paris to check in. The path the Lord has traveled.

But he avoided all the popular spots at the moment, stood in front of "Portrait of Wally", and listened to two strangers whispering Johann Strauss Jr.'s fraud of the century in his familiar Hungarian.

Qin Zheng on the side couldn't understand this complicated and difficult foreign language, but Shen Teng had been silently holding back his smile since just now, which was really suspicious.

"What are they talking about?" Qin Zheng asked.

Shen Teng tilted his head and approached the people around him, and asked softly, "Have you heard of "The Blue Danube"?"

Qin Zheng raised his eyebrows, raised his index finger and twirled in the air, indicating that the melodious music that was lingering in the room was not the "Second National Anthem of Austria".

Shen Teng winked at him slyly: "Then do you know when the Danube is blue?"

The Danube is the river that flows through the most countries in the world.According to statistics, its river water changes 8 colors in a year: brown, turbid yellow, turbid green, bright green, grass green, iron blue, emerald green, and dark green. The title of the century-old waltz is pure blue.

But Shen Teng would never be able to ask such a serious question.

Qin Zheng replied clearly: "When I drink too much."

Shen Teng snapped his fingers softly, encouraging him to smile at him like a child: "Bingo!"

Whenever you go to a new place, museums can always help you quickly understand the deep local historical and cultural heritage.As an experienced traveler, Shen Teng understands this truth well.

In his travel list that did not fall on paper, the Golden Hall and the National Opera House, which are closely related to his career, ranked extremely low, almost in the category of whether to go or not, and the Leopold Museum as a One of the world's largest collections of Austrian modern art topped the list, which became the source of motivation for him to knock on the door of Qin Zheng's room early in the morning—well, after he woke up near noon.

"Hello." Someone tried to greet in awkward German.

When she found that the two people who turned to look at her at the same time obviously had two Asian faces, the red-haired and blue-eyed young girl swallowed awkwardly while holding the notebook.

As always, when facing strangers, Qin Zheng immediately lost his temper and kept silent, while Shen Teng was in charge of showing kindness and soothing the little girl with a smile: "You can speak English."

The girl opened her eyes wide in surprise, and when she spoke again, she was visibly relaxed: "I am a student of the School of Social Sciences, and I am doing a social survey for my coursework. May I ask you a few questions?"

Shen Teng readily agreed: "Of course."

In front of the portrait painted by Egon Schiele for his 17-year-old lover Miss Wally, the female student spread out the notebook with the University of Vienna emblem on it, held a fountain pen, and whispered shyly amidst the light piano sound : "Excuse me, do you agree that sexual orientation is fluid?"

Trendy but not so trendy question.

Qin Zheng, who was still studying Wally's deliberately enlarged blue eyes, glanced at the people around him calmly when he heard the words, but this person was probably used to being seen by others, so he didn't feel it at all.

As a playboy who has only dated men, the interviewee, Shen Teng, recalled the stories he had experienced and seen in the past, and nodded without hesitation: "I agree."

Shen Teng glanced sideways at Qin Zheng, who seemed to have nothing to do with him, and added another survey data for the girl with a smile: "He should also agree."

The first time they met was on the side of the deserted Route 66. Shen Teng borrowed a lighter from Qin Zheng.The second meeting was that night, at the bar counter at midnight, Shen Teng sat next to the young man who was drinking alone.

Thinking back carefully, Qin Zheng seems to have only been in love with whiskey since then—or even longer ago, and even though he was prodded by Shen Teng at the time, he swore to this promiscuous flirt who repeatedly took the initiative to strike up a conversation The guy said, "I don't fuck with men," but after half an hour, he locked Shen Ma's wrists, pushed the man to the door of the motel, and smoothly stripped off the man's clothes.

Qin Zheng didn't know if he knew the idiom Shen Lang's waist was thin before, but he probably knew it after that day.It's just that this guy really didn't know how to write the word "pity" at the time. The pain that was locked on his waist by the door lock that day, Shen Teng still vividly remembers it, but the mood was just right at the time, so he didn't care about it. Added to the fun.

Well, 5 minutes later, he stretched out his hand and set fire to Qin Zheng's wound, which was similar to his own, and paid a very heavy but extremely happy price for this—Second Young Master's sensitive point is really... tsk .

The subject of the female student's social research is LGBT-related. She is smart, and guesses that most of the men who come to the art museum to see nude portraits are inseparable from LGBT, so she looks at the only two couples in the entire exhibition hall. The male (the other pair is the one who is obsessed with the color of the Danube) made a choice and took the initiative to attack, and was lucky to hit Shen Tomao who knew everything and answered endlessly with one blow.

At the end of the question, the two almost chatted. The female student came from Malta, as if realizing the unknown disproportionate relationship between the size and popularity of European countries, she asked cautiously: "Do you know this country?"

Shen Teng nodded with a smile on his face: "Of course, you come from the heart of the Mediterranean Sea."

After silently counting to less than three, Qin Zheng, who was leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, watched the girl blushing.

Heart of the Mediterranean.

Qin Zheng recited these six words silently in his heart, thinking absently that he studied geography in middle school, and the Mediterranean climate prevails in the westerly wind, and the summer is hot and dry with little rainfall, which is meaningless.

"Qin Zheng."

Schiller didn't mean much either.

The Vienna Secession separated from the traditional culture represented by Strauss to form an avant-garde alliance, but Strauss' death still took away almost half of the souls of the Viennese.

"Qin Zheng?"

After finally seeing off the reluctant female student, Shen Teng turned his head and found that the second young master was leaning against Schiele's self-portrait, his posture was exactly the same as that restless but talented artist.

"His Majesty."

The third call with a smile finally pulled Qin Zheng back from his wandering mind.

"Did you know that there is a word in German," Shen Teng said seriously, "Ewiggestrigen."

Qin Zheng lazily raised his eyes and looked at him: "People who live in the past forever."

Shen Teng narrowed his eyes and nodded to him narrowly: "Hmm."

Qin Zheng pretended to be stupid and first-rate, and immediately made troubles: "But you are not this kind of person."

Shen Teng curled his lips: "Of course, nostalgia is something that you bourgeois (bourgeois) gentlemen only do. We Bolsheviks (Soviet Communist Party) only look at the present."

They had just eaten at the crowded Central Cafe at noon, where Lenin and Trotsky had conspired for the Russian Revolution, and Shen Teng was obviously not in the act at the moment, and his mouth was full of class struggle.

Qin Zheng caught the loophole in his words again: "Then who will see the future?"

This is a good question, and the answer is simple. There are a lot of correct answers, but Shen Teng thought about it, and finally answered the question: "Isn't it good to just look at the present?"

He said: "The world of yesterday is beautiful, and the world of the future is mysterious, but none of that has anything to do with me at the moment."

If Zweig had predicted that "Yesterday's World" would be randomly quoted by a young man in a few years before committing suicide, would he be so angry that he thought his death was too unworthy, and if he survived, look at what is happening in Vienna today Peaceful splendor.

After deliberating for a moment between the two questions of "The past us have nothing to do with you" and "Are you really not afraid of death", Qin Zheng finally chose the third answer: "Sophistry."

Shen Teng shrugged and accepted the criticism with a smile.

The Leopold Museum has the most complete collection of Schiele in the world, and the two stop and go, expressing some artistic opinions from time to time.

For the insolent painter who died young, Shen Teng and Qin Zheng were like the two contemporary representatives of the Vienna Secession and the Conservatives.

Shen Teng's Chinese vocabulary is no better than that of Qin Zheng's. He got stuck when he said a certain word. He wanted to use Hungarian but the other party couldn't understand him. He couldn't translate the original meaning in German and English. After holding back for a long time, he suddenly felt relieved.

"You just want to fight against me," he affirmed.

Like Van Gogh, Schiele burned himself crazily in the last ten years of his life, creating a number of shocking works, but he was far luckier than Van Gogh, and was well-known enough when he was alive.Schiller is very rebellious, and Qin Zheng is also very rebellious. Two rebellious souls who are similar in their bones collide. Even if there is a disagreement, there should be sympathy for each other. In short, they will not criticize Schiller almost like Qin Zheng did just now. value.

He's just having a childish tantrum again.When walking up to the roof, Shen Teng thought again affirmatively.

A MqLibelle viewing platform was expanded on the roof of the museum in the past few years. When art and cultural activities are not held, visitors can also look at the center of Vienna through the glass curtain wall.

Qin Zheng changed the subject very naturally: "You always speak foreign language, I will teach you a Chinese idiom."

Shen Teng smiled: "Young Master, teach me."

Qin Zheng pronounced his words as seriously as when he said "Ewiggestrigen" just now: "Cicadas don't know snow."

Cicadas live in summer, die in autumn, and cannot see snow.

Shen Teng thought for a moment and then understood: "You say I don't know much?"

Qin Zheng shook his head slightly, turned his head and looked at Shen Teng in the distant silhouette of the Hofburg Palace, his dark eyes were calm.

"I wish you could see snow," he said.

Shen Teng blinked slowly, but was suddenly at a loss for words.

He thought of last night.

The two of them changed planes in Copenhagen and booked various itineraries temporarily. The location of the hotel was not easy to find. The taxi drove them around, and finally sent them to the inconspicuous corner that was initially ignored after the sky completely darkened.The gentleman who was surprised by Qin Zheng, after asking Shen Tom for advice, booked two different rooms for the two of them for the first time in history, and gave Shen Tom the one with a view of the Danube.

Strange and new—this is how Shen Teng felt when he and Qin Zheng were standing back to back in the corridor, about to use their room card to unlock the door but were stopped by someone.

——Shen Teng.

--what?

--Good night.

It turned out to be just good night.

Well, just good night.

"Do you know why I named myself this name?" Shen Teng came back to his senses and asked Qin Zheng with a smile.

Jiaying Jiaying, every word has a good meaning.

And thatch refers to coverings made of thatch, straw curtains, and straw mats, which are easy to come by and no one cares about.

But that's not what he meant.

Shen Teng wrote his name on the glass with his fingertips, paused, put his hand back behind him, turned his head to look at Qin Zheng, and bent his eyes: "I hope I can save half of the hardship."

"I hope" is often followed by all kinds of good wishes, but today they are used by the two of them one after the other to play charades.

The confrontation of a few words, without any sword, snow and thatch, one can overwhelm the mountain, the other can burn endless wild fire, the two have never been put on any stage to compete, and they only met for a short time, and they are very familiar with each other. You know, no one can persuade anyone in this symposium with unclear topics.

Surprisingly, this time it was Qin Zheng who lowered his noble head first.

"I hope you'll allow me to treat you to a marshmallow at Pratt later."

The second young master politely raised a small white flag of his temporary surrender to him with a deadpan expression on his face.

Shen Toma couldn't help laughing: "With pleasure, your majesty."

Accidentally talked foreign language again.

Shen Teng leaned close to Qin Zheng's ear, and replied again in their common mother tongue: "I mean, it's my honor, Your Majesty."

The author has something to say:

It seems that the viewing platform of the Leopold Museum has not been built yet, but Shen Toma and the others have already built it at this time.