The car was in the dark, unprecedentedly silent, and continuous Changbai Mountains for more than ten hours. When the night gradually dissipated, Dajiang and I finally arrived at Jingzuo. After a routine inspection of peaceful border towns, after a non-strict and perfunctory routine check, Dajiang and I waved the black bear paw and I was confused and controlled by the cold mist, with a strong curiosity and the excitement of stepping abroad for the first time, I slowly drove the car across the border bridge.
Going abroad? While fiddling with the steering wheel, I was chanting in my heart and silently said: Going abroad?
Is this true?
The car quickly passed the border bridge, and a simple Korean town appeared in front of me. I consciously slowed down the car, widened my eyes, and looked around in surprise and joy.
On both sides of the narrow and roundabout, but extremely neat street, colorful posters and majestic slogans can be seen everywhere. When the car passed a crossroads that was likely to be the city center, a bronze statue of Jinri City towered high in the middle of the street square with not lush flowers and plants. He waved his huge hand with great confidence, and his golden eyes were staring at the mist distance.
Behind his huge body, there were pitifully standing low bungalows with gray faces, some simple buildings, from the slightly opened windows, a head that was also full of surprise and curiosity came out, watching the car slowly leave indifferently
Although it was almost noon, I couldn't see a shop that opened, and I couldn't find a hotel or hotel
Oh, I suddenly came to my senses: Damn, you big fool, the streets are covered with Korean characters like books. If you don’t know Korean, you know which one is a shop, which one is a hotel, and a hotel!
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I was very fun, delicious, delicious, and delicious, and was concentrating on guessing which building should be a shop, a hotel and a hotel. Suddenly, a thorny ringtone came from a rough two-story building. Then, from the silent bungalow like death, in the building, an incredible tide of people flowed out from the building.
What makes me even more puzzled is that they (they) are arranged in long columns with military discipline and speed, and then they are more consciously walking uneven steps, walking along the winding streets in a mess.
Hehe, I smiled indifferently and said to myself in confusion: What's going on? What are they going to do?
Have a meal! Dashebang behind him replied with a blank expression: When they are having dinner, they line up to go to the cafeteria and have lunch together!
Lunch? I looked at the watch on my wrist: Oh, uncle, do North Korean comrades have lunch on time at 11 o'clock?
At twelve o'clock, Dashen continued to answer indifferently: North Korean time is one hour apart from China. Now it is twelve o'clock in North Korean time, and the North Koreans are starting to have lunch!
Fun, fun, so fun! When I heard Dashenjiu’s explanation and looking at the long queue, I couldn’t help but think of the big canteen built in the Great Leap Forward era under the dormitory building in my home. My uncle and North Korean comrades are still living a utopian collective life. Do they gather together to eat big pot every day?
Hum, Dashenjiu curled his thick lips disdainfully: Well, I'm still eating, I've been doing this for decades! The North Korean comrades have a strong belief. Everyone not only works together, but also eats together until now. There may not be a second country in the world that can do this.
I said thoughtfully: This, this, this, this, uncle, this is simply life in a concentration camp! I don’t like it!
You don't like it, no matter what the hell is, North Koreans feel good about themselves, you don't like other people's lifestyle, North Koreans don't like our lifestyle, boy, look
I looked along the black bear paws of the big sauce block, and there was a row of huge cement signs embedded on the mountain on the left side of the car: Uncle, what's the matter? Isn't it just cement boards!
Boy, that was a placard. In the past, there were so big and big Chinese characters on it, and it cursed China as revisionism and deviated from Marxism! In recent years, the relationship between the two countries has been somewhat more or less relaxed, and the North Koreans have wiped out all the Chinese characters that cursed the Chinese!
Dajiangtuo pointed to a building that looked like a tower on the top of the mountain: In the past, there were loudspeakers set up there, broadcasting them all day long, promoting the subjective ideas to the Chinese, teaching the Chinese to learn authentic Marxism, and telling the Chinese what true communism is! Now, the relationship has improved, and the loudspeakers are also dumb, hehe!
The car bypassed the great leader of the North Korean people, the kind father like a savior, and the creator of the genius subjective thought. In the most ideal area in the street garden, there is a building of an arrogant government agency. Dashen ordered me to stop the car and remind me so much, and then twisted the fat like a bear and got into the building of the government agency alone.
I was alone in the car. When I was bored, I simply pulled over Dashenjiu's mobile phone and dialed it to my home in China. I held the phone and called affectionately: Hey, hey, blue flowers, blue flowers...
Well, who are you? The voice of a strange man came from the microphone: Who are you?
Who are you? I was so angry that my whole body trembled violently: Who are you?
Oh, husband, Lanhua finally took the phone call: Husband, hello, I miss you so much!
Get out, I yelled in anger: Fuck your mother, Lanhua, I just left home, you, tell me, who answered the phone just now?
Hum, Lanhua replied shamelessly: Why are you scaring me? I have told you a long time ago, have you made a clear statement, don’t you care about my past! Why, you can’t stand it, you are jealous, hum...
Lanhua broke the phone with a bang. I was so angry that I was already smoking. I held the phone and cursed hysterically.
I was swearing tirelessly, and a group of dull-dressed and single-toned North Korean comrades laughing and hilariously surrounded the big sauce blocks
Dajiang blocked the North Korean comrades in great friendly manner, waved at me with a dazzling charm, signaling me to drive the car to a three-story building similar to a guesthouse next to the government agency, and then turned around and surrounded by the North Korean comrades, Dajiang block walked into the terrible quiet building. Soon, Dajiang block's big head suddenly slipped out of the building. The black bear paw waved at me, and I nodded knowingly, followed the black bear paw, and dizzyly penetrated into the building.
At 3:30 p.m. Chinese time, in a guesthouse opened by a government agency in a small town in North Korea, Dashu ordered me to carry the prepared strong liquor, various canned foods, fruits, cooked meat and other foods from the cargo box to the dining table of the guesthouse, and place them neatly and neatly.
Then, the big sauce piled up fake smiles, standing in the center of the restaurant as if they were decent, neither humble nor arrogant. In front of a group of Korean comrades with a dish-like face but very serious expression, he pulled the duck voice that made me always want to laugh, fucked the Korean language that made me half understand, and solemnly made a formula-like official accent in front of a group of Korean comrades with a dish-like face but very serious expression.
I stood silently at the dining table full of food, feeling extremely irritable. Looking at Dashenjiu's serious expression and smooth tone, I was both angry and funny. The respected North Korean comrades had no thoughts to listen to Dashenjiu's endless nonsense. While nodding intently, they turned their hot eyes to the food-like table.
Dashenjiu's endless speech finally paused. He stretched out his black bear's paw and grabbed the North Korean comrades who were drooling, held it enthusiastically, and made a false noise. Then, he grabbed the North Korean comrade's hand and walked to the wide dining table with a whisper.
Dasheji opened a bottle of strong white wine with a strong aroma and politely filled the North Korean comrades one by one. Dashejiji held a bottle of white wine and poured wine cups along the dining table. Because there were so many people, they just poured into the center of the half arc of the round table. The impatient North Korean comrades on the opposite side could not hold back. They quietly picked up the small wine glass, took advantage of the big sauce and ignored it, and snorted, and easily poured a glass of white wine into their throat tube.
I grinned, opened a bottle of white wine, filled these impatient North Korean comrades again, and the North Korean comrades who got the white wine again gave me enthusiastic smiles. At the same time, my palms were slightly raised, and I expressed my friendship to me in the form of a Korean ethnic group.
Du Mu During the chaotic process of pouring wine, I suddenly found a North Korean comrade of the same age as me always stood straight at the gate of the restaurant, looking at the fragrant wine glass, clattering his tongue uncontrollably and swallowing saliva. I held half a bottle of white wine and walked to him, grabbed his arm friendly, and used the simplest Korean language to signal him to sit at the dining table and have a meal together. However, no matter how I said and stroked, he refused to move.
Hey, hey, boy, Dashe smeared the sweat on his forehead and found that I was pulling the young man hard. So he quietly walked to me and pushed my elbow with an empty wine bottle: Boy, forget it, forget it, he would never dare to sit down and have a meal!
Why, uncle! I still felt unwilling to pull the young man's arm, turned my head and asked Dajiang. Dajiang replied in a low voice: He is the driver, and North Korea's hierarchy is quite strict. Unlike in China, drivers must not sit with their leaders for dinner!
Oh! When I heard Dajiangjiu's words, I suddenly patted my forehead: So that's the case, then I can't make things difficult for you, dear North Korean comrade!
Gulu!
Dashenjiu raised his wine glass excitedly. After warm greetings with the North Korean comrades, everyone raised his wine glasses one by one. A sound of gurgling sound passed. All the wine glasses were facing up without exception. Dashenjiu waved his hands very proudly. When the North Korean comrades sat down one by one, Dashenjiu opened his travel bags with a full face of spring breeze, took out high-end cigarettes, and asked me to help him and distributed them to the North Korean comrades present.
Chinese Comrades, Chinese Comrades!
I had just handed the cigarette to the center of the dining table, and suddenly a low female voice came from behind me. I looked in the sound. Outside the door of the restaurant, there was a North Korean lesbian in a uniform looking at me with a smile, her fingertips kept bent: Chinese comrade, Chinese comrade!
What’s the matter! I hurriedly distributed the cigarettes, then quietly slipped out of the restaurant and came to the North Korean lesbians: Dear North Korean comrades, what’s the matter with you? Please give me instructions!
Chinese comrade, you, the North Korean lesbian pointed to the empty wine bottle on the dining table: Do you still have wine?
Oh, I smiled friendly at the North Korean lesbian: Please wait a moment...
Soon, I secretly took a bottle of liquor out of the restaurant and delivered it to the North Korean lesbian in a very pleasant manner:
Thank you, thank you, thank you. The North Korean lesbians thanked frequently and happily took the wine bottle
I asked in surprise: Comrade Korean, you speak Chinese so well!
Hehe, while admiring the bottle in his hand, the North Korean lesbian replied frankly: The North Koreans on the border speak more or less Chinese, and the nature of my work determines that I must speak good Chinese!
Comrade North Korea, what's your name?
Shunji! The North Korean lesbian caressed the shiny wine bottle with love: Comrade Chinese, I really thank you so much. I really don’t know how to repay you. Comrade Chinese, before he finished speaking, Shunji took out several North Korean coins: Comrade Chinese, this little money is considered a little thanks!
No, I hurriedly pushed Shunji away: No, no, I can't accept this money, is China-North Korea friendship? What is a bottle of wine!
However, Shunji looked embarrassed: Chinese comrade, I feel even more embarrassed if you don’t charge money. Alas, I’m so embarrassed, I really don’t know how to thank you!
Hehe, I stared at Sun Ji's chest in a daze. Suddenly, a dazzling little thing attracted my evil gaze. I looked closely and said, wow, it turned out to be a beautifully shaped Kim Il-sung seal. I excitedly stretched out my hand: Sun Ji, if you really want to repay me, give this seal to me!
No, I was about to take off the shiny seal on Shunji's chest, but Shunji suddenly raised her face and quickly retreated, covering the seal with one hand: No, no, don't pick it, this is not possible. The seal of a kind father cannot be given to others casually!
Oh, looking at Shunji's serious expression, I had to withdraw my palm: Comrade Shunji, since this is the case, I won't be difficult for you!
Chinese comrade, after a moment, Shunji asked seriously: Do you really want to have the badge of a great leader?
Of course, I replied in a disloyal way: Of course, Comrade Shunji, I really want to have a great leader's badge. Comrade Shunji, I have a lot of feelings for North Korea, and I can also sing the Korean national anthem.
As I said that, I hummed in a low voice, and Shunji's face suddenly showed a happy look, and she grabbed my arm with excitement: Chinese comrade, you sang so well, where did you learn it?
On the radio, I replied: Comrade Shunji, I can not only sing the Korean national anthem, but also sing the song of General Kim Il-sung, the flower-selling girl, the sea of blood!
That’s great, so good. When I heard my thick singing, Shunji’s body trembled slightly, and her palms pulled my arm even more powerfully: Comrade Chinese, you are so friendly to North Korea, Comrade Chinese, don’t worry, I will definitely find a way to make you have a father’s badge. You deserve it, you should have it!
Going abroad? While fiddling with the steering wheel, I was chanting in my heart and silently said: Going abroad?
Is this true?
The car quickly passed the border bridge, and a simple Korean town appeared in front of me. I consciously slowed down the car, widened my eyes, and looked around in surprise and joy.
On both sides of the narrow and roundabout, but extremely neat street, colorful posters and majestic slogans can be seen everywhere. When the car passed a crossroads that was likely to be the city center, a bronze statue of Jinri City towered high in the middle of the street square with not lush flowers and plants. He waved his huge hand with great confidence, and his golden eyes were staring at the mist distance.
Behind his huge body, there were pitifully standing low bungalows with gray faces, some simple buildings, from the slightly opened windows, a head that was also full of surprise and curiosity came out, watching the car slowly leave indifferently
Although it was almost noon, I couldn't see a shop that opened, and I couldn't find a hotel or hotel
Oh, I suddenly came to my senses: Damn, you big fool, the streets are covered with Korean characters like books. If you don’t know Korean, you know which one is a shop, which one is a hotel, and a hotel!
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I was very fun, delicious, delicious, and delicious, and was concentrating on guessing which building should be a shop, a hotel and a hotel. Suddenly, a thorny ringtone came from a rough two-story building. Then, from the silent bungalow like death, in the building, an incredible tide of people flowed out from the building.
What makes me even more puzzled is that they (they) are arranged in long columns with military discipline and speed, and then they are more consciously walking uneven steps, walking along the winding streets in a mess.
Hehe, I smiled indifferently and said to myself in confusion: What's going on? What are they going to do?
Have a meal! Dashebang behind him replied with a blank expression: When they are having dinner, they line up to go to the cafeteria and have lunch together!
Lunch? I looked at the watch on my wrist: Oh, uncle, do North Korean comrades have lunch on time at 11 o'clock?
At twelve o'clock, Dashen continued to answer indifferently: North Korean time is one hour apart from China. Now it is twelve o'clock in North Korean time, and the North Koreans are starting to have lunch!
Fun, fun, so fun! When I heard Dashenjiu’s explanation and looking at the long queue, I couldn’t help but think of the big canteen built in the Great Leap Forward era under the dormitory building in my home. My uncle and North Korean comrades are still living a utopian collective life. Do they gather together to eat big pot every day?
Hum, Dashenjiu curled his thick lips disdainfully: Well, I'm still eating, I've been doing this for decades! The North Korean comrades have a strong belief. Everyone not only works together, but also eats together until now. There may not be a second country in the world that can do this.
I said thoughtfully: This, this, this, this, uncle, this is simply life in a concentration camp! I don’t like it!
You don't like it, no matter what the hell is, North Koreans feel good about themselves, you don't like other people's lifestyle, North Koreans don't like our lifestyle, boy, look
I looked along the black bear paws of the big sauce block, and there was a row of huge cement signs embedded on the mountain on the left side of the car: Uncle, what's the matter? Isn't it just cement boards!
Boy, that was a placard. In the past, there were so big and big Chinese characters on it, and it cursed China as revisionism and deviated from Marxism! In recent years, the relationship between the two countries has been somewhat more or less relaxed, and the North Koreans have wiped out all the Chinese characters that cursed the Chinese!
Dajiangtuo pointed to a building that looked like a tower on the top of the mountain: In the past, there were loudspeakers set up there, broadcasting them all day long, promoting the subjective ideas to the Chinese, teaching the Chinese to learn authentic Marxism, and telling the Chinese what true communism is! Now, the relationship has improved, and the loudspeakers are also dumb, hehe!
The car bypassed the great leader of the North Korean people, the kind father like a savior, and the creator of the genius subjective thought. In the most ideal area in the street garden, there is a building of an arrogant government agency. Dashen ordered me to stop the car and remind me so much, and then twisted the fat like a bear and got into the building of the government agency alone.
I was alone in the car. When I was bored, I simply pulled over Dashenjiu's mobile phone and dialed it to my home in China. I held the phone and called affectionately: Hey, hey, blue flowers, blue flowers...
Well, who are you? The voice of a strange man came from the microphone: Who are you?
Who are you? I was so angry that my whole body trembled violently: Who are you?
Oh, husband, Lanhua finally took the phone call: Husband, hello, I miss you so much!
Get out, I yelled in anger: Fuck your mother, Lanhua, I just left home, you, tell me, who answered the phone just now?
Hum, Lanhua replied shamelessly: Why are you scaring me? I have told you a long time ago, have you made a clear statement, don’t you care about my past! Why, you can’t stand it, you are jealous, hum...
Lanhua broke the phone with a bang. I was so angry that I was already smoking. I held the phone and cursed hysterically.
I was swearing tirelessly, and a group of dull-dressed and single-toned North Korean comrades laughing and hilariously surrounded the big sauce blocks
Dajiang blocked the North Korean comrades in great friendly manner, waved at me with a dazzling charm, signaling me to drive the car to a three-story building similar to a guesthouse next to the government agency, and then turned around and surrounded by the North Korean comrades, Dajiang block walked into the terrible quiet building. Soon, Dajiang block's big head suddenly slipped out of the building. The black bear paw waved at me, and I nodded knowingly, followed the black bear paw, and dizzyly penetrated into the building.
At 3:30 p.m. Chinese time, in a guesthouse opened by a government agency in a small town in North Korea, Dashu ordered me to carry the prepared strong liquor, various canned foods, fruits, cooked meat and other foods from the cargo box to the dining table of the guesthouse, and place them neatly and neatly.
Then, the big sauce piled up fake smiles, standing in the center of the restaurant as if they were decent, neither humble nor arrogant. In front of a group of Korean comrades with a dish-like face but very serious expression, he pulled the duck voice that made me always want to laugh, fucked the Korean language that made me half understand, and solemnly made a formula-like official accent in front of a group of Korean comrades with a dish-like face but very serious expression.
I stood silently at the dining table full of food, feeling extremely irritable. Looking at Dashenjiu's serious expression and smooth tone, I was both angry and funny. The respected North Korean comrades had no thoughts to listen to Dashenjiu's endless nonsense. While nodding intently, they turned their hot eyes to the food-like table.
Dashenjiu's endless speech finally paused. He stretched out his black bear's paw and grabbed the North Korean comrades who were drooling, held it enthusiastically, and made a false noise. Then, he grabbed the North Korean comrade's hand and walked to the wide dining table with a whisper.
Dasheji opened a bottle of strong white wine with a strong aroma and politely filled the North Korean comrades one by one. Dashejiji held a bottle of white wine and poured wine cups along the dining table. Because there were so many people, they just poured into the center of the half arc of the round table. The impatient North Korean comrades on the opposite side could not hold back. They quietly picked up the small wine glass, took advantage of the big sauce and ignored it, and snorted, and easily poured a glass of white wine into their throat tube.
I grinned, opened a bottle of white wine, filled these impatient North Korean comrades again, and the North Korean comrades who got the white wine again gave me enthusiastic smiles. At the same time, my palms were slightly raised, and I expressed my friendship to me in the form of a Korean ethnic group.
Du Mu During the chaotic process of pouring wine, I suddenly found a North Korean comrade of the same age as me always stood straight at the gate of the restaurant, looking at the fragrant wine glass, clattering his tongue uncontrollably and swallowing saliva. I held half a bottle of white wine and walked to him, grabbed his arm friendly, and used the simplest Korean language to signal him to sit at the dining table and have a meal together. However, no matter how I said and stroked, he refused to move.
Hey, hey, boy, Dashe smeared the sweat on his forehead and found that I was pulling the young man hard. So he quietly walked to me and pushed my elbow with an empty wine bottle: Boy, forget it, forget it, he would never dare to sit down and have a meal!
Why, uncle! I still felt unwilling to pull the young man's arm, turned my head and asked Dajiang. Dajiang replied in a low voice: He is the driver, and North Korea's hierarchy is quite strict. Unlike in China, drivers must not sit with their leaders for dinner!
Oh! When I heard Dajiangjiu's words, I suddenly patted my forehead: So that's the case, then I can't make things difficult for you, dear North Korean comrade!
Gulu!
Dashenjiu raised his wine glass excitedly. After warm greetings with the North Korean comrades, everyone raised his wine glasses one by one. A sound of gurgling sound passed. All the wine glasses were facing up without exception. Dashenjiu waved his hands very proudly. When the North Korean comrades sat down one by one, Dashenjiu opened his travel bags with a full face of spring breeze, took out high-end cigarettes, and asked me to help him and distributed them to the North Korean comrades present.
Chinese Comrades, Chinese Comrades!
I had just handed the cigarette to the center of the dining table, and suddenly a low female voice came from behind me. I looked in the sound. Outside the door of the restaurant, there was a North Korean lesbian in a uniform looking at me with a smile, her fingertips kept bent: Chinese comrade, Chinese comrade!
What’s the matter! I hurriedly distributed the cigarettes, then quietly slipped out of the restaurant and came to the North Korean lesbians: Dear North Korean comrades, what’s the matter with you? Please give me instructions!
Chinese comrade, you, the North Korean lesbian pointed to the empty wine bottle on the dining table: Do you still have wine?
Oh, I smiled friendly at the North Korean lesbian: Please wait a moment...
Soon, I secretly took a bottle of liquor out of the restaurant and delivered it to the North Korean lesbian in a very pleasant manner:
Thank you, thank you, thank you. The North Korean lesbians thanked frequently and happily took the wine bottle
I asked in surprise: Comrade Korean, you speak Chinese so well!
Hehe, while admiring the bottle in his hand, the North Korean lesbian replied frankly: The North Koreans on the border speak more or less Chinese, and the nature of my work determines that I must speak good Chinese!
Comrade North Korea, what's your name?
Shunji! The North Korean lesbian caressed the shiny wine bottle with love: Comrade Chinese, I really thank you so much. I really don’t know how to repay you. Comrade Chinese, before he finished speaking, Shunji took out several North Korean coins: Comrade Chinese, this little money is considered a little thanks!
No, I hurriedly pushed Shunji away: No, no, I can't accept this money, is China-North Korea friendship? What is a bottle of wine!
However, Shunji looked embarrassed: Chinese comrade, I feel even more embarrassed if you don’t charge money. Alas, I’m so embarrassed, I really don’t know how to thank you!
Hehe, I stared at Sun Ji's chest in a daze. Suddenly, a dazzling little thing attracted my evil gaze. I looked closely and said, wow, it turned out to be a beautifully shaped Kim Il-sung seal. I excitedly stretched out my hand: Sun Ji, if you really want to repay me, give this seal to me!
No, I was about to take off the shiny seal on Shunji's chest, but Shunji suddenly raised her face and quickly retreated, covering the seal with one hand: No, no, don't pick it, this is not possible. The seal of a kind father cannot be given to others casually!
Oh, looking at Shunji's serious expression, I had to withdraw my palm: Comrade Shunji, since this is the case, I won't be difficult for you!
Chinese comrade, after a moment, Shunji asked seriously: Do you really want to have the badge of a great leader?
Of course, I replied in a disloyal way: Of course, Comrade Shunji, I really want to have a great leader's badge. Comrade Shunji, I have a lot of feelings for North Korea, and I can also sing the Korean national anthem.
As I said that, I hummed in a low voice, and Shunji's face suddenly showed a happy look, and she grabbed my arm with excitement: Chinese comrade, you sang so well, where did you learn it?
On the radio, I replied: Comrade Shunji, I can not only sing the Korean national anthem, but also sing the song of General Kim Il-sung, the flower-selling girl, the sea of blood!
That’s great, so good. When I heard my thick singing, Shunji’s body trembled slightly, and her palms pulled my arm even more powerfully: Comrade Chinese, you are so friendly to North Korea, Comrade Chinese, don’t worry, I will definitely find a way to make you have a father’s badge. You deserve it, you should have it!
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