The Ukrainian old man, in order to escape the war, wanted to go to the Chinese son-in-law, did not think that just arriving in China was amazed by the sight before his eyes, calling China really too prosperous, not only countless food, but also mindful white wine, even the security is very high, which is not comparable to Ukraine at all.
Since the war in his hometown of Kharkiv spread to his residence, his life has completely changed. The once clean streets were now destroyed by artillery fire, and the once lively square became silent.
His son had already gone to the front line, and her daughter Natalia married to China and fell in love with Wang Lei, a China engineer, and married a family. Mikhail spent almost every day in the basement, listening to the explosion outside the window and thinking nervously about his daughter's life in China.
That night, the electricity was cut off, and the building trembled slightly in the sound of artillery.The old man stood on the cold wall and rolled out that already somewhat yellowed photo — in the photo, is the photo of the daughter and son-in-law on the west side of Hangzhou Lake, the two laughed so happy in the sunlight.
The old man whispered, “Maybe I should go and see.”
After many twists and turns, with the help of volunteers and consulates, Mikhail finally embarked on a flight to China. Along the way, he had mixed feelings-both the joy of leaving the war and the anxiety about an unknown life.
When the plane landed at Shanghai Pudong International Airport, he looked out through the porthole and saw countless lights converging into the sea, neon lights flashing and traffic flowing like weaving. His heart trembled-it was nothing like the city he had left.
As soon as he got off the plane, he was struck by the enthusiastic volunteers and tidy order: the luggage conveyor belt was quiet and efficient, the staff had smiles on their faces, and the ground was so clean that there was barely a piece of confetti in sight.
Chloe Wang waited at the exit early. When Mikhail appeared with heavy luggage, Chloe Wang quickly stepped forward and held the old man's hand tightly.
At that moment, Mikhail's eyes were a little moist. Although he couldn't speak a word of Chinese, from Wang Lei's smile, he understood the temperature of home.
On the high-speed train back to Hangzhou, the old man was completely stunned. The train is so smooth that you can hardly feel the shaking. From the window, the countryside and the city alternate, and modern buildings are intertwined with green mountains and green waters.
He couldn't stand to mourn: "Like a movie!" Wang Li smiled and translated to the passenger, and the passenger couldn't stand to smile back.
On the first day of arriving in Hangzhou, Natalia took him to the supermarket. The old man's first reaction was-"It's too big!" He was dizzying with the dazzling array of goods, especially various Chinese delicacies: tofu, hot pot base, sausage, noodles, as well as rows of sauces and spices.
He pointed to the chili sauce on the shelf and asked curiously: "Is this all for food?" Wang Lei nodded with a smile: "Yes, this can make you feel the real taste of China."
In the evening, Wang Lei specially prepared a Chinese banquet at home: braised pork, sweet and sour fish, mapo tofu, and hot dumplings.
Mikhail tasted this for the first time, and his face was full of surprise. He repeated "Delicious! It's so delicious!" And kept giving thumbs up.
But what really brightened his eyes was a bottle of white wine brought out by Wang Li. Michael also loved spirits when he was young, especially vodka. he smelled the intense smell, and laughed and said, “This is like a man’s wine!”
After a glass, my face immediately turned red and praised repeatedly: "It's more tasteful than our vodka!" Wang Lei joked: "Then you will have a China alcohol addiction in the future!" The three of them laughed, and the shadow of the war seemed to be melted by this steaming meal.
A few days later, Mikhail went to Hangzhou West Lake with his son-in-law.
He stood on the broken bridge, looked at the loose cruise boat on the lake, listened to the ancient cockroach sound not far away, and could not resist to mourn: "Here is too quiet. no one screams, no one hides, the children can run in the park, which is not seen here."
He noticed that the shared bicycles on the roadside were neatly arranged, pedestrians on the street crossed the road in an orderly manner, and takeaways and couriers shuttled through them without any confusion.
At nine o'clock in the evening, he went out for a walk alone and was surprised to find that the street lights were bright and the night market was lively. Young people were buying kebabs and drinking milk tea in front of the stall, laughing one after another.
At that moment, he suddenly had the urge to cry-this ordinary night had become a luxury in his hometown at war.
Later, Mikhail gradually integrated into life. He learned to pay with WeChat, learned to take the subway, and met several old people who liked Tai Ji Chuan in the fitness corner of the community. Although they can't speak the language, they communicate with smiles and movements, practice together and drink tea together.
One day, he saw several volunteers delivering breakfast to sanitation workers at the gate of the community. Chloe Wang explained, "Chinese people attach great importance to mutual assistance, especially for the elderly and children." The old man nodded and muttered to himself, "No wonder this place is so stable."
A few months later, Natalia asked her father, "Dad, do you still want to go back?"
Michael remained silent for a moment, looking at the clean neighborhoods outside the window, the naïve children running, and the sunshine shining on the roof.
This word makes my daughter warm.
That night, Mikhail opened the bottle of white wine again, raised his glass and said to Chloe Wang, "Thank you for allowing me to find the taste of life in China again. Your country is not only strong and prosperous, but also reassuring." # gossip handbook # # I want to be on micro headlines # # society # # say TA # # characters #
Since the war in his hometown of Kharkiv spread to his residence, his life has completely changed. The once clean streets were now destroyed by artillery fire, and the once lively square became silent.
His son had already gone to the front line, and her daughter Natalia married to China and fell in love with Wang Lei, a China engineer, and married a family. Mikhail spent almost every day in the basement, listening to the explosion outside the window and thinking nervously about his daughter's life in China.
That night, the electricity was cut off, and the building trembled slightly in the sound of artillery.The old man stood on the cold wall and rolled out that already somewhat yellowed photo — in the photo, is the photo of the daughter and son-in-law on the west side of Hangzhou Lake, the two laughed so happy in the sunlight.
The old man whispered, “Maybe I should go and see.”
After many twists and turns, with the help of volunteers and consulates, Mikhail finally embarked on a flight to China. Along the way, he had mixed feelings-both the joy of leaving the war and the anxiety about an unknown life.
When the plane landed at Shanghai Pudong International Airport, he looked out through the porthole and saw countless lights converging into the sea, neon lights flashing and traffic flowing like weaving. His heart trembled-it was nothing like the city he had left.
As soon as he got off the plane, he was struck by the enthusiastic volunteers and tidy order: the luggage conveyor belt was quiet and efficient, the staff had smiles on their faces, and the ground was so clean that there was barely a piece of confetti in sight.
Chloe Wang waited at the exit early. When Mikhail appeared with heavy luggage, Chloe Wang quickly stepped forward and held the old man's hand tightly.
At that moment, Mikhail's eyes were a little moist. Although he couldn't speak a word of Chinese, from Wang Lei's smile, he understood the temperature of home.
On the high-speed train back to Hangzhou, the old man was completely stunned. The train is so smooth that you can hardly feel the shaking. From the window, the countryside and the city alternate, and modern buildings are intertwined with green mountains and green waters.
He couldn't stand to mourn: "Like a movie!" Wang Li smiled and translated to the passenger, and the passenger couldn't stand to smile back.
On the first day of arriving in Hangzhou, Natalia took him to the supermarket. The old man's first reaction was-"It's too big!" He was dizzying with the dazzling array of goods, especially various Chinese delicacies: tofu, hot pot base, sausage, noodles, as well as rows of sauces and spices.
He pointed to the chili sauce on the shelf and asked curiously: "Is this all for food?" Wang Lei nodded with a smile: "Yes, this can make you feel the real taste of China."
In the evening, Wang Lei specially prepared a Chinese banquet at home: braised pork, sweet and sour fish, mapo tofu, and hot dumplings.
Mikhail tasted this for the first time, and his face was full of surprise. He repeated "Delicious! It's so delicious!" And kept giving thumbs up.
But what really brightened his eyes was a bottle of white wine brought out by Wang Li. Michael also loved spirits when he was young, especially vodka. he smelled the intense smell, and laughed and said, “This is like a man’s wine!”
After a glass, my face immediately turned red and praised repeatedly: "It's more tasteful than our vodka!" Wang Lei joked: "Then you will have a China alcohol addiction in the future!" The three of them laughed, and the shadow of the war seemed to be melted by this steaming meal.
A few days later, Mikhail went to Hangzhou West Lake with his son-in-law.
He stood on the broken bridge, looked at the loose cruise boat on the lake, listened to the ancient cockroach sound not far away, and could not resist to mourn: "Here is too quiet. no one screams, no one hides, the children can run in the park, which is not seen here."
He noticed that the shared bicycles on the roadside were neatly arranged, pedestrians on the street crossed the road in an orderly manner, and takeaways and couriers shuttled through them without any confusion.
At nine o'clock in the evening, he went out for a walk alone and was surprised to find that the street lights were bright and the night market was lively. Young people were buying kebabs and drinking milk tea in front of the stall, laughing one after another.
At that moment, he suddenly had the urge to cry-this ordinary night had become a luxury in his hometown at war.
Later, Mikhail gradually integrated into life. He learned to pay with WeChat, learned to take the subway, and met several old people who liked Tai Ji Chuan in the fitness corner of the community. Although they can't speak the language, they communicate with smiles and movements, practice together and drink tea together.
One day, he saw several volunteers delivering breakfast to sanitation workers at the gate of the community. Chloe Wang explained, "Chinese people attach great importance to mutual assistance, especially for the elderly and children." The old man nodded and muttered to himself, "No wonder this place is so stable."
A few months later, Natalia asked her father, "Dad, do you still want to go back?"
Michael remained silent for a moment, looking at the clean neighborhoods outside the window, the naïve children running, and the sunshine shining on the roof.
This word makes my daughter warm.
That night, Mikhail opened the bottle of white wine again, raised his glass and said to Chloe Wang, "Thank you for allowing me to find the taste of life in China again. Your country is not only strong and prosperous, but also reassuring." # gossip handbook # # I want to be on micro headlines # # society # # say TA # # characters #