Dreamland Guide

The homeless man swallowed several slices of bread in succession, probably because it was too dry. The bread got stuck in his throat, his face flushed red, and he looked at Huang Liang imploringly.

　　 Huang Liang is unmoved, he can't buy him a bottle of water again.

　　 The homeless man also knew that his request was too much, so he no longer looked at the yellow beams, but took a handful of snow from the chair with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately.

　　The melted snow poured into his throat, and finally swallowed the swelling bread stuck in it.

　　 Huang Liang looked at him and asked, "Where is Hai Cucumber Street?"

The homeless man took a few breaths, stroked his chest, looked at the little bread left in the bag, with an angry and sad look on his face, probably blaming himself for eating so fast, and for the leftovers. I am worried about whether I have enough to eat a meal.

　　 "Where is Hai Cucumber Street?" Huang Liang asked again. He is very patient, but it does not mean that he will always be patient.

　　 "Oh, sea cucumber...that's a good place!" The homeless man leaned on the bench, unaware of the coldness of the snow. "Do you know what sea cucumber is?"

　　 "Sea cucumber?" Huang Liang remembers that there is such a name in China. I don't know if Europeans also call it that way.

"Sea cucumber?" The tramp froze for a moment, and then laughed, "Oh no, no, it's not that expensive! Sea cucumbers are scaly sea squirts, white, spiny, and look like cucumbers, but they are soft. I used to be I often saw it when I was a seaman at sea. In temperate waters, thousands of people often gather together, which is a bargain."

　　 "I'm not here to take a marine biology class." Huang Liang said.

"Oh yes yes, young man, I know you are going to Sea Cucumber Street, but you have to figure out what sea cucumber is before you can find it." The tramp said with a mysterious smile, "knowing that there is another sea cucumber. Does this mean?"

　　 Seeing Huang Liang's face seemed to be impatient, he said, "Well, I guess you don't know. Let me tell you, Sea Cucumber-that's a man's thing!"

There was a hint of bad intentions in his eyes, "Every year tens of thousands of ships enter and leave the port of Amsterdam. The seamen are blown by the sea breeze and soaked by the sea. Over time, the skin of the body will change. Even the second child is different from ordinary people. It's like being pickled by sea salt. He gets fat, white, and elastic. People call it sea cucumber."

"So you should understand now. Sea Cucumber Street is the place where the seamen used to wash the second child...Hahaha...Do you know how to wash it? Of course it is with the water flowing from the woman...Hahaha... "

　　 The tramp seemed to think of some happy past, and laughed madly.

　　 "Tell me where I am?" Huang Liang had already understood. If the tramp hadn't lied to him, Sea Cucumber Street was probably a hidden alley in a certain red light district. No wonder it could not be found on Google Maps.

The tramp stopped laughing, looked up at the sky, looked at the white clouds in the sky, and said, “Although the Sea Cucumber Street is the cheapest fireworks spot in Amsterdam, oh no, it’s the cheapest fireworks spot in the Netherlands, but the girls there are really not bad, especially Sold from Ukraine and Serbia. If you are willing to invite me to play once, I can show you the way."

　　 Huang Liang didn't expect homeless people who can't eat enough to make such a request, and I don't even understand why human beings still have such physical desires under such extreme suffering conditions. When he instinctively wanted to refuse, the tramp changed his mind temporarily.

　　 "Oh, no, no, no, let me go by myself. What if I take you there and let me put my pigeons? Just give me the money. It only costs twenty euros, oh no, ten euros..."

　　 He stretched out a finger, and the wolf-like green light appeared in his eyes again, but this time it was not hunger, but greed.

　　 Huang Liang smiled disgustedly and contemptuously, and gracefully took out the wallet from his pocket, took a one hundred euros from it, and shook his hand twice:

　　 "Go ahead, tell me where I am. This one hundred euro is yours."

"Really, really?" The green light in the eyes of the homeless man became even stronger: "The new market, the weighing room, and De Valen are all famous red light districts. You will know where the sea cucumber is when you find someone there. It’s just that every red light district has a low-level brothel dedicated to sea cucumbers. I don’t know which one you are referring to."

　　 Huang Liang knew that he couldn't ask more from the tramp, so he gave him one hundred euros, and then drove away.

　　 The homeless man was overjoyed, catching the banknotes with trembling hands, blushing on his face, then jumped up like chicken blood, and rushed to the street on the right of the railway station square at a rapid pace.

Half an hour later, a dying homeless man with a swollen nose and swollen nose was thrown out from the gate of a red house. A strong Slavic man with a full face slapped him on his face, threw down a piece of paper, and cursed: "Grandma's, next time you come to play, remember to bring money, or cut your **** off and feed the dog!"

　　 Looking at the falling papers, the homeless man couldn't figure out how, he obviously took a hundred euros, and when he went to check out, how could it become a small ticket for the bakery?

　　……

　　Amsterdam is an ancient city. The houses on both sides of the street retain the old and exquisite appearance of centuries ago. Red, blue or green decorations can be seen everywhere, showing a bit of playfulness and warmth in the world after the snow.

　　 There are rows of three or four-storey buildings, but the doors along the street are very narrow and often only one person can enter and exit. It is said that there was a strange law in Amsterdam in ancient times. The bigger the door is, the more taxes will be paid. People have to keep the door to the minimum and open the window to the big one. Any big things will be moved in through the window. Moving out, there are still hanging iron hooks and ropes on the top of the building~www.readwn.com~ Such houses are everywhere, including several well-known red-light blocks. The girls were either standing at the narrow door or sitting in the wide window, looking at the passing pedestrians, using their eyes and gestures to tease the men's hormones.

Huang Liang walked into one of the street corners and passed by a series of red-lighted window brothels. It was probably because the weather was too cold. Most of the girls hid in the house. No one came to the door to greet the guests. Maybe they were This little man with an oriental face is not interested. The women here are freelancers and are not coerced by anyone. Whether they are willing to spend the Spring Festival with you depends on their mood in addition to money.

When 　　 walked half a block, a blonde girl opened the narrow door of the red house and came out. On a cold day, she only wore a sheepskin trench coat with very little lining. Under the short skirt, slender thighs that shivered in the cold wind but were more amorous were exposed.

　　 When he saw the windbreaker, Huang Liang always thought of Aoki, so he inevitably looked at it twice. The blonde immediately leaned on the porch, posing in a coquettish posture, showing a professional and charming smile.

　　 Huang Liang stepped forward, the girl's smile was even brighter, and her silky winking eyes kept blinking at him, as if she had already seen the colorful bills.

　　 "Excuse me, do you know this place?" Huang Liang asked, pointing to the note.

　　 The blonde girl saw the address on the note, showing a look of contempt, and waved impatiently: "Go ahead, go to the front and ask." After speaking, she turned back and entered the window room.

　　 Huang Liang heard her muttering when closing the door: "It turns out to be a poor ghost, fuck!"