Waiting for you to love DNA

Chapter 7

【In Emma's memories】

"Is your ancestor really Vincent Van Gogh?"

"That's what my great-grandfather told me."

"But how can you name your great-grandson after your ancestor? This is a taboo in our country! It is both disrespectful to the ancestors and unlucky for the children. Regardless of the tradition of our country, although that artist is so great that almost all the world The people will all bow to him, but after all, the ending is not very good, it is simply the most taboo among the taboos!"

"They all said I totally inherited his eye and his artistic talent. As for the ending, that's not something they would consider."

Looking at the pair of lake-blue eyes that fascinated her, no, those eyes not only fascinated her, but could also intoxicate most female creatures and even male creatures, so it was only natural that she would become even more fascinated.

Even the trace of sadness did not affect the attractiveness of those eyes in the slightest, but increased them even more, almost turning into a black hole that wanted to suck everything in her.

The second hand moved unnoticed as the four eyes met, "Don't worry about me, I still have some value in their eyes, they won't do anything to me." A slap on the head ended the ambiguity Unclear atmosphere.

She smiled helplessly, as if she was a little dissatisfied with the "head-touching", and took a picture of the pale but thick hand unique to male whites: "Your Chinese name is Wan, okay, G is pronounced h in Dutch The pronunciation of 'Van Gogh' is similar to that of '万好', and it's easy to remember. At the very least, this name sounds auspicious in China, Wan Hao, Wan Hao... Everything is good! How about it?" She tried her best? Showing off her little wisdom.

"I'll just listen to you! But are there any people with the surname 'Wan' in your country?"

"Of course there is!"

"I really haven't heard of it. Just the surnames in Chinese are enough for me to learn for a while! What other compound surnames are there! Situ, Ouyang Bla Bla!"

Her eyes darkened, and she added: "Our culture of more than 5000 years is extensive and profound, you can learn from it." She thought of something else, and pouted: "I have already thought of a name for you, what about me? You haven’t decided on my English name yet!”

"There is a saying in your Chinese country, 'It's better to choose a day than to hit it.' So let me give you a name! How about naming you with the first words Aunt Hao said when she came in?" Wan Hao, who just got a new name Just like a big boy, he suddenly became playful and showed a charming smile excitedly about his clever idea.

"How can you be like this? I gave you a name with a metaphorical meaning and a transliteration. I even took into account the names of your ancestors. Why is it so casual when it's my turn?" She continued to pouted, but The little mouth doesn't look like it's angry, but like it's waiting for something to touch it and comfort it.

"Oh Mom, my big pancakes are all burnt. I'm just here and there, but I don't care about the pot! The pot is right under my nose, and I don't know how to turn it over! How do you think you two will live together in the future? Angry?" Aunt Hao said. He complained angrily to the "young couple", while the spatula was flying in his hand, turning the food in the big iron pot on the stove.

The pot was originally half stewed with goose meat, potatoes and noodles, but the two of them had already eaten half of the pot. Later, Aunt Hao used the oil hanging on the edge of the pot to put corn noodle pot stickers on it. .Fortunately, the goose is fat and the hanging oil is thick. The heat is just right at this time, and the big pancake is crispy and soft.

Wan Hao twisted a piece and put it in his mouth. The aroma of burnt meat and the sweet and tender taste of corn mixed with the taste of goose impacted every taste bud of his. The fragrance lingered on his lips and teeth: "Call it Emma!" It was like being inspired by the ultimate food.

Wan Hao seemed very proud: "This name comes from Germany. It is noble and rigorous, but it sounds smart and lively. The name has a strong aura, quick thinking, good analysis, and a smart mind. It is creative, versatile, and very independent." How's it going? Not bad, right?" He tilted his head and looked at her with his enchanting eyes, earning a noncommittal smile from her.

"Why do you want me to hang out in the Northeast in the future? Oh my, Mom and Emma sound so similar. Northeastern people are so excited and sigh. This is the mantra of the excited Northeastern people. How pretentious am I? People are so excited. When I get excited or sigh, I think someone is calling me, so I answer..."

He continued to explain: "What metaphor, transliteration, this is God's will! This is simply a description of your soul! Emma, ​​Emma, ​​Emma..." He used his sexy voice with a slight Dutch flavor. I read it over and over again.

"Okay! Okay! Just call it this!" I'm going to get pregnant if I keep saying it. Emma thought in her mind but didn't say it. In order to prevent herself from sinking in his voice, she changed the topic: " As for your description of my soul, I would like to ask you how about your description of Changbai Mountain?"

Wan Hao immediately got off the fire bed and showed her the oil painting in the cloth bag in the corner.

Emma's shrewd eyes carefully examined the oil painting: "It's really difficult. Who told you to insist on creating in the wild? The temperature on the mountain is too low, the evenness of the paint is not good, and you have to stand out. The vitality contained in nature under this severe cold makes me want to draw every vein of the plants clearly and every hair of the small animals glossy.

What should we do..." Emma said as she spoke, she fell into deep thought. Wan Hao's lake-blue eyes squinted slightly as she sighed at the difficulty of finding a close friend: "Some inorganic low-temperature resistant pigments can only be used above minus 10 degrees Celsius. It can show its characteristics, but it will melt when it exceeds a certain temperature. Why not just place the exhibition at 60 degrees north latitude!
Allowing people to directly feel the tenacious vitality in the world of ice and snow can also enhance the artistic effect.

Then, a wine glass made of ice and filled with vodka will definitely give people the ultimate impact on multiple senses! "

Seeing that Emma's eyes did not light up because of his good idea, he asked carefully: "What's wrong? Is my idea bad?"

"What about here? You seem to have forgotten where your inspiration originated."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Even three times of apology failed to light up Emma's eyes. He hurriedly made up for it: "Then I will hold a touring exhibition, first in Northern Europe and then North America, and finally return here to sell vodka. If I change it to sorghum wine, the people attracted by my works will definitely make this village rich. The name of the exhibition is "5333'N" because the highest latitude of China is 53 degrees 33 north latitude." After that, Wan What a flattering smile...

It was an ordinary farmhouse in Northeast China. The two of them saw that the hostess was very particular and enthusiastic. The house was kept clean and tidy inside and outside.

After discussing, we rented a side room with an area of ​​[-] square meters. The stove in the side room was connected to the kang, which took up most of the room.

The two returned from outdoor sketching and threw their painting tools at the door. Aunt Hao had already simmered a pot of food.Put the table on the Kang table, fill it with food, and drink the Northeast's unique sorghum wine to dispel the cold.After eating and drinking, they washed up and went to bed with their clothes on. Before going to bed, they did not forget to summarize the harvest and experience of the day. Although there was a kang table between the two of them, it did not affect their chatting all over the world...

"Appetizers: fresh fresh heart, tender cucumber, chicory leaves, chives and charcoal-grilled black pork with soybean paste and long-stewed sauce. Please wait while you three eat." said the waiter at the restaurant on the top of the A-Ma City sightseeing tower. The introduction of the dishes interrupted Emma's thoughts, and she looked at the two people in front of her, still smiling with a crooked eyebrow.

All kinds of vegetables with bright colors and seemingly disorganized are gathered together on the exquisite bone china plate, but they are intertwined with artistic colors and arranged with sauce throwing method to form a strong visual experience, like a modern painting. Abstract art paintings are unbearable to destroy.

Gao Ruiya didn't care about all that, and said: "Bon appétit!" Then she started to move her index finger, and she did not forget that she was in a French restaurant.

The unique light dessert of crisp vegetables dipped in the rich aroma of black dolphin meat and the aroma of bean paste entered Gao Ruiya's mouth.

The three of them quickly put the appetizers into their stomachs, and then the waiter served the molecular gastronomy French foie gras that Gao Ruiya was most looking forward to - a pure northeastern style goose stewed in an iron pot. Seeing this, Rongguang also became drunk without drinking. .

What a waste of money. The money used to buy this small portion of French foie gras can be exchanged for ten large pots of fragrant goose meat in the Northeast.I had no choice but to awkwardly pick up the fork and eat silently and cautiously, fearing that my mouth would be too wide open and it would be gone all of a sudden.

I saw that although the two ladies were eating politely, they each had their own thoughts.The waiter poured the high-grade red sorghum wine that she found somewhere. Emma scooped up a small piece with a spoon and put it into her mouth. With the high-grade red sorghum table wine, the past came to her mind and the strong liquor hit her head. She felt a pain secretly, and she almost burst into tears from the pain.

Rong Guang immediately noticed something strange about Emma and looked at her suspiciously.

Emma excused herself: "This wine is quite strong, but it's really good. The chef is really thoughtful."

Rong Guang knew that tonight was of great importance and he must not get drunk and must stay awake at all times.But he couldn't help his curiosity. He made a sketch, smacked his mouth hard and praised: "It's really good!"

Northeastern people are naturally good drinkers, so a little alcohol won't be a problem, the only Northeastern male at the table thought luckily.Just when he was about to "sip" again, Gao Ruiya was about to raise the wine glass, "Are you an adult? Let's drink like adults." Then she held down the wine glass to prevent the minor from drinking.

"Almost...I'm almost an adult..." As he spoke, he puffed up his cheeks and avoided the man's gaze with lowered eyebrows.

"Good food should be paired with good wine. I have non-alcoholic sorghum wine suitable for minors for you to taste." A tall blond man with blue eyes dressed as a chef and with a light Dutch accent pushed a well-made The cheese truck came into the sight of the three of them.

When Emma's eyes met those lake-blue eyes, her heart that had just calmed down started to feel pain again.

(End of this chapter)