London, United Kingdom, 15 October 2020.
"Don't come here" Merkel, who was still lying on the bed with her eyes closed, got up, opened her scarlet eyes in an instant, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Hey, strange, where am I The moment Merkel, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, opened her eyes, she sensed that something was wrong.
He should be in the northern ice field of Russia now, with the help of the vast wind and snow to escape the pursuit of the Russian gangsters, he clearly remembered that he was shot in the chest, and then passed out, but now he is indeed in the bedroom of a well-appointed villa, and it is impossible for such a villa to suddenly appear in the deserted northern ice field.
"Yo, wake up" While Merkel was still puzzled by his situation, a young-sounding male voice suddenly came from outside the bedroom door, and to his greatest surprise, the man spoke very pure Russian.
"Who" Merkel instantly became nervous from a slightly relaxed state, and he quickly jumped off the soft bed, bowed slightly, his hands in front of his chest, and stared vigilantly at the doorway.
Squeak The bedroom door was slowly pushed open, and a young man in his twenties walked in, wearing a brown leather jacket that looked quite cheap, with a pair of jeans, about a height of about one meter and eight meters, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was showing kindness to Merkel, but because the young man's eyes were covered by a pair of sunglasses, it added a bit of mystery.
What Merkel didn't expect was that he had yellow skin and black hair that is unique to Asians.
"Who are you" Merkel did not let her guard down because of the kindness unleashed by the mysterious man, but stared at him and made a defensive gesture: "Chinese" "Let me introduce myself, my name is Yan Xiuze."
The young man smiled, took the initiative to stretch out his right hand, and then thought about it, and added: "Huaxia people." ” Merkel stared at the Chinese man named Yan Xiuze silently, and after a while, he slowly stretched out his right hand, but the white knuckles on the back of his hand revealed the uneasiness in his heart: "Merkel, Russian."
Your Russian is very good. ” The corners of Yan Xiuze's mouth curled slightly, and he just lightly touched Merkel's palm, so as not to cause him more misunderstandings, then turned around and walked out of the bedroom, turned his back to Merkel and said, "Come out and eat something, I made you french fries, you have been in a coma for more than a day." ” "What is this place where you saved me?"
Merkel touched the place in the chest where she should have been shot, and now the skin was as smooth as new.
"This is London, England."
"Are you sure about London, England?"
Merkel's eyes widened, obviously not believing Yan Xiuze's words.
"You can look out the window."
Yan Xiuze shrugged his shoulders and continued to walk out, closing the door of the bedroom by the way, leaving Merkel alone in the bedroom in a daze.
The burly Russian man obviously didn't hesitate for long, so he walked to the only shutter in the bedroom, picked off the leaves, and sure enough, he saw an asphalt paved block outside, and all the storefront signs and public slogans in this block were in English, which seemed to confirm what Yan Xiuze had said before.
Merkel looked out the window at the Englishmen coming and going, her mouth wide open, unable to close for a long time.
"I have a little donkey and never ride" Yan Xiuze, who was wearing sunglasses, tied an apron, hummed a children's song unique to Huaxia, held the pan in one hand, and grabbed a handful of potato strips that had just been wrapped in a layer of flour in the other, and put the potato strips into the pot noodles full of oil.
Da-da-da-da The bedroom door on the second floor was opened, and Merkel, who was like a brown bear, walked out of the bedroom, slowly walked down the stairs, and nodded silently at Yan Xiuze, who was still frying french fries.
"Sit down, the fries will be ready in no time."
Yan Xiuze raised his chin and motioned for Merkel to sit at the table next to the open kitchen, while he hurriedly took out a porcelain plate and placed the freshly fried fries on the plate.
"I've always loved fries since I was a kid, but it's hard to get them."
Yan Xiuze took off his apron, held the porcelain plate with one hand, and slowly walked to the dining table: "Because my parents don't allow it, they think this thing is junk food and is harmful." ” "But I don't think so."
Yan Xiuze put the porcelain plate on the dining table, pinched a french fries with his hand, put it in his mouth and chewed it: "Although junk food is not nutritious, it at least provides a delicious taste, and we all have the right and freedom to decide whether to be healthy or delicious, isn't it?"
Merkel looked at Yan Xiuze, did not answer, and learned that he grabbed a handful of French fries, put them in his mouth and chewed them, and then repeated the question that Yan Xiuze did not answer before: "Did you save me from the northern ice fields of Russia, uh to London" "Sort of."
Yan Xiuze helped the slightly sagging sunglasses frames, shrugged his shoulders and said, "You have been in a coma, I will transport you back to London to recuperate first." ” "What about the people who chased me," Merkel asked, visibly nervous, stammering.
"I'll hand it over to the Russian police by the way."
Yan Xiuze said: "Gangsters, everyone has a thick layer of criminal records. ” "But it's you, I've checked your information, a peasant in the Russian countryside, how did he provoke the local gang?"
"I killed the son of their gang boss."
Merkel replied sullenly, and after he said this, he fell silent, obviously he didn't want to reveal to Yan Xiuze what kind of grudge he had with the young master of the gang.
"No wonder."
Yan Xiuze didn't seem to have any intention of asking, so he used to smile, and then without saying a word, he began to concentrate on the plate of french fries on the table.
The whole living room fell into an awkward silence, perhaps because Merkel felt that it was not kind to his life-saver who treated him coldly, so he took the lead in breaking the silence, and he said sincerely to Yan Xiuze: "Thank you for saving my life" At the end, he added, "You are a good person." ” "Good person" Yan Xiuze obviously didn't expect Merkel to say this, he was stunned for a moment, shook his head and smiled: "I'm not a good person." ” "Merkel, there are no good people and bad people in this world, everyone has their good side and bad side, and even many times, for some people's good deeds, for others it is incomprehensible evil The interests represented by everyone in the world are different, and things should be three-dimensional."
"I'm grateful that you saved me anyway."
Merkel's simple mind obviously did not understand the profound emotion of Yan Xiuze's words just now, and he only expressed his most sincere gratitude to him with the simplicity peculiar to a Russian peasant.
It's just that Yan Xiuze seemed to have something to say, and in the end he still spoke: "Merkel, there is a question I wanted to ask you when I was in the bedroom, I have been observing your expression when I introduced myself, but I found that after you heard my name, you did not have any surprised reaction."
"Should I have any surprised reaction?"
"Well, according to common sense, yes."
Yan Xiuze paused: "I still have a certain reputation in the world. ” "I used to farm in the countryside, and I didn't usually use the Internet."
Merkel whispered.
"No wonder it looks like I'm going to give you a full run."
Yan Xiuze smiled bitterly when he heard this.
"Popular Science Popularization" "My story. and the story of our superpowers. ” "Do you want to hear it" Yan Xiuze looked at Merkel: "That may take us a long time." ” "Of course, there's a lot of time anyway, isn't it?"
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Merkel nodded.
The corners of Yan Xiuze's mouth curled slightly, and he smiled: "That's right, then I'll start." ” "The story begins when I was about to graduate from my fourth year of college" "One, long, long, long story
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