The other party deliberately referred to "rare guest" as "rare", and the curse was obvious.
Dong Qiangqiang couldn't help but frown, cursed "bad luck", and looked at Du Lan beside him unconsciously.
But Du Lan just lowered his head and cut the roasted pork knuckle calmly. The expression on his face was neither salty nor bland, and he didn't care at all. It was as if he didn't hear this sentence, and he had no intention of leaving.
Dong Qiangqiang had no choice but to keep his temper. This night was more troublesome and longer than he imagined.
As the footsteps disappeared behind him, two big fat hands slammed into his shoulders, as if they wanted to smash him into the cement floor under his feet.
Du Lan felt a flash of light in front of her eyes, and at a glance, she saw a gold bracelet as thick as a little finger on her fat wrist, arrogantly giving her a sense of presence.
Dong Qiangqiang's shoulders were so painful from being slapped by the other party that he immediately wanted to curse, but in public, he finally chose to restrain his anger. After all, quarreling or fighting with the other party in public would only make Germans think that Chinese people are rude and uncultured. of.
So he just stood up and scolded the other party with a stern face: "Young man named Zhou, please keep your mouth clean! Leave us alone!"
Zhou Zhihai's whole figure is like an inflated airbag. He is obviously fatter than when he met Dong Qiangqiang in Sweden at the end of last year. His skin is white and rosy with excess fat, and it is as smooth as a wash. It can be broken by blowing a bomb. a person.
"Tsk, tsk, what you said is really cool." As Dong Qiangqiang stood up, Zhou Zhihai took his hands away from his shoulders, pretending to be concerned and dusted off the non-existent dust on his shoulders, and then walked slowly He walked to the side of Du Lan, stood still, tilted his head and looked down at Du Lan's face with a smile. After a long time, he suddenly asked with concern, "Hey, are you crying? I understand, people know you That’s why I don’t want you anymore..." He said while squinting at Dong Qiangqiang, his eyes full of ridicule.
Without saying a word, Du Lan put down his knife and fork, raised his hand to pick up the water glass in front of him, and threw it towards the other person's face without even looking at it.
Not only was Zhou Zhihai unexpected, but Dong Qiangqiang was also completely surprised.
Zhou Zhihai couldn't dodge and was hit instantly. Just as he was dodging, a gold chain as thick as a thumb hanging around his neck jumped out of his T-shirt.
After Du Lan poured the water, he didn't even raise his eyes to see Zhou Zhihai's expression. He poured himself another glass of lemonade as if nothing had happened, then slowly picked up the knife and fork again, and ate the roasted pork knuckle that had been divided on the plate.
Perhaps because of the knife and fork in Du Lan's hand, Zhou Zhihai suppressed his anger and slowly wiped the water stains on his face, gold necklace and body with a sneer on his face: "It seems that I was right... …”
Before Du Lan could answer, Dong Qiangqiang's hand fell on Zhou Zhihai's shoulder: "If you don't understand what I mean, I can say it again: Get out!"
Zhou Zhihai seemed to be frightened by Dong Qiangqiang's momentum and hurriedly took two steps back. Seeing that Dong Qiangqiang did not chase him, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with an exaggerated expression and tone: "My dear, Mr. Dong, you really scared me to death. Are you going to hit me?"
Before he finished speaking, several young men with colorful hair appeared out of nowhere, each with tattoos on their arms and ferocious faces. They also held the command pole often held by the tour guide in their hands, surrounding Dong Qiangqiang. Living there also separated him and Du Lan. They all glared at Dong Qiangqiang, like a group of vicious wolves that saw meat. They just waited for the leader to give the order and pounced on the prey to tear it into pieces.
Dong Qiangqiang looked at the young and tender faces of these young people one by one, and slowly got an impression in his mind: the group of half-grown children in front of him were vaguely the same gang of gangsters who smashed his car when he first arrived in Munich last year. Look, They have all transformed into tour guides.
Dong Qiangqiang has encountered a lot of messy things, and Dong Qiangqiang is no longer a person who can be easily angered, but he can't bear it. All kinds of bad things have come together in a month. His emotions are like a volcano that has been accumulated for a long time and will erupt at any time.
He made up his mind that if Zhou Zhihai really wanted to find trouble, he would settle old and new grudges together. Although he couldn't beat Sergei La, he still had no problem taking care of the gangsters.
When there are more people, there is more noise. The diners around have noticed that something is not right about this table. They will make loud noises from time to time when they are not eating. All of a sudden, they are poking their heads and whispering.
"Zhou Zhihai, have you had enough trouble?" Du Lan smashed the water glass in his hand on the table and yelled, "Can you show some face? Get out of here!"
"The surname is Dong," Zhou Zhihai ignored Du Lan's scolding, put his face in front of Dong Qiangqiang, raised his eyebrows, and provocatively said, "The debt between us is not over yet. If you are a man, don't let women protect you." Come on, come out on your own..."
Dong Qiangqiang understood as soon as he heard that the other party wanted to use more to defeat fewer. His eyes swept over the faces of the younger students. Although they frowned at him, when their eyes met Dong Qiangqiang's sharp gaze, they all looked away, as if they had done something shameful and guilty. After all, Dong Qiangqiang is well-informed, and he knows that these few are just rotten shrimps with a lusty appearance and a soft heart, and they have no chance of getting on the stage.
"Is this all you expect?" He smiled dismissively.
"It's too late for you to beg for mercy now," Zhou Zhihai seemed to be thinking about Dong Qiangqiang, "otherwise you will regret it soon."
Dong Qiangqiang did not expect that a punching bag would fall from the sky, so he responded smoothly: "Let's go..."
"There are a lot of people here. It doesn't look good on everyone's faces. There is no one in the alley behind..." Zhou Zhihai tilted his head and gestured behind him with his thumb, then winked at the young people and walked away. The young people filed out behind him. The red-haired boy who was the last one gave Dong Qiangqiang a middle finger.
"I'm going out for a while." Dong Qiangqiang was holding back his anger in his heart, and he said it like a request and a notice, and drank the fortune in his cup in one gulp.
"Did you come to Germany just for this kind of people and this kind of nonsense?" Du Lan asked sternly, "Your parents went through all the trouble to send you out just to let you fight with gangsters?"
"What?" Dong Qiangqiang was speechless, "Of course not..."
"Then why are you going out? Are you sick?" Du Lan's words became more and more sharp.
"But...he said that if I didn't go out, wouldn't you have to call me a coward?" Dong Qiang said with a smile, "Didn't you think I was timid just now?"
"Dong Qiangqiang, I know you are depressed about not getting the admission notice, and I also know that it feels uncomfortable to be threatened, but there is really no need for you to blame yourself and others like a resentful woman, not to mention that you are a person who has accepted the motherland and As an adult and independent male in higher education in Germany, you should know the priorities of things. The most important thing you should do now is not to rush to the back alley to teach those little brats to vent your anger and dissatisfaction, but to go to the admissions office of the University of Trier tomorrow to inquire. Has your admission notice been sent? Don't write emails or make phone calls. Ask people directly in person. You must get a clear answer from the other party before you can leave." Du Lan lectured like a barrage of words, "If you don't even know what to do, If you can't tell what you shouldn't do, or you're just a coward who gets scared when someone scares you, or gets angry when you're provoked, then we're really not suitable for each other. I have no problem with you breaking up. But if you're not, please do something. That's what a man should do, don't keep getting yourself mixed up with this mess."
Du Lan's words were like a basin of biting cold water, poured onto Dong Qiangqiang's head. He stood there in astonishment, trying to explain but his mind went blank and he had no idea what to explain.
Only then did he realize that Du Lan had already seen through him.
Du Lan took out a few bills from his wallet and put them under the plate. He stopped looking at him, picked up his bag and stood up to leave.
Du Lan's words echoed in Dong Qiangqiang's mind, and he didn't know whether he should catch up or what to say.
Du Lan, who was about to reach the door, suddenly stopped, turned his back to Dong Qiangqiang and said: "The 21st is the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Under Dong Qiangqiang's surprised gaze, Du Lan disappeared at the door.
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