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Chapter 389 Poetic Ink Painting
Donggu has staged speed and passion along the way. Donggu has a characteristic, that is, he can remember the terrain he has visited. When he first came to Santander, he and Sandro almost traveled the whole city. , I even remember the small alleys and paths clearly.

In the end, Donggu first chose a road without surveillance and ran all the way.

The performance of Bugatti is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary cars, but it is ridiculous that Yang Luo and Sandro are crowded in the co-pilot position along the way in order to be able to accommodate the third person, but they are also very happy, because When the car is driving at high speed, the whole feeling is fantastic.

Donggu is not a professional racing driver, but on the expressway, he suddenly drove at a speed of 300 miles, which caused the center of gravity of the whole car to be depressed, and there was a feeling of pushing the back.

"Wow, it feels so good, I want to fly." Donggu was so excited that the car flew out with a whir.

After a while, Yang Luo's car arrived at the destination. When getting off the car, Yang Luo checked the time. It was still an hour before meeting Ke Nei.

Yang Luo looked around, and there was only the Chinese restaurant in front of him, which was sparsely populated. Apart from this restaurant, there was no place to stay. Yang Luo touched his stomach: "There is still some time, why don't I invite you to try it?" Our Chinese food."

"Chinese food?" Both Donggu and Sandro had expectant eyes on their faces.

This is Yang Luo's second visit to this restaurant. The first time was brought by Wang Ke and those college students.

The boss is an authentic Shandong native. When he saw Yang Luo, he greeted him happily: "Oh, Yang Luo is here. I heard that the game will be played tomorrow."

Yang Luo waved his hand: "Yes, before the game, I brought my friends over to try our Chinese food."

When the boss heard this, he laughed happily and said, "Come, come, no problem, come and eat something this time."

Yang Luo thought for a while: "A plate of potato shreds, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, braised eggplant, steamed sea bass, and yes, another pimple soup." Yang Luo ordered these are all common dishes in China. These dishes were recommended to two friends, and at the same time, I also recommended the good dishes of the owner of this shop for them to try.

The boss wrote down one by one, and shouted: "Okay, come right away, you go to the private room inside, there are few people, and it is quiet."

The boss's hospitality made Yang Luo very comfortable. Although Donggu and Sandro couldn't understand their language, they could tell by their expressions. The boss here is very proud of Yang Luo.

The restaurant is in a standard Chinese style, except that the tables and chairs are made of traditional sandalwood, and in the private room, there is a striking ink painting as soon as you enter the door.

Ink painting has a long history in China. Many famous masters have their own works. In China, ink painting is a treasure with cultural heritage. It can not only cultivate people's sentiments, but also see the great rivers and mountains of the motherland in the paintings. , making people linger.

Now in Europe, a country full of European-style buildings, seeing such a landscape painting is really meaningful.

In the painting is a rolling mountain, soaring into the clouds, tall and majestic, the clouds and mist are like ripples entangled in the middle of the mountain, and the tall and towering peaks and towering mountains in the middle look down on the crowd.

Yang Luo was attracted by this painting. This ink painting reveals a majestic atmosphere, who is fighting for the front, and shocks people's hearts.

Yang Luo walked up to the painting and carefully looked at every corner of the painting.

However, on the far left side of the painting, the four-line characters written in official script caught Yang Luo's attention.

"How about Mrs. Dai Zong, Qi Lu is still young"

"The good fortune bell is beautiful, and the yin and yang are at dusk"

"Swinging the chest creates stratus clouds, and the sharp canthus enters the returning bird"

"Will be the top of the mountain, and see all the mountains and small ones"

After reading it, an incomparable shock came to Yang Luo's heart.

"Good poem, this is Du Fu's "Wang Yue", a poem praising Mount Tai, beautiful and magnificent." Yang Luo stood there and said to himself.

Donggu and Sandro, who sat in their seats early, couldn't understand the ink painting. In their eyes, it was just an ordinary work of art.

"Yang Luo, what's so good about that painting, come and sit quickly." Dong Gu said.

Yang Luo turned around, came over and sat down, pointed to the painting and said, "Do you know who made that painting."

Donggu shook his head and smiled: "I don't know, I'm not God."

Yang Luo smiled. It is normal for foreigners not to know, but what Yang Luo has to do is to let them know that there are many things in China that they have never seen, thought about, or even heard of.

"China has a history of 5000 years. The places of interest and myths and legends there are famous all over the world. I believe you have heard of the Great Wall and the Forbidden City. But China also has the peaks of the Five Sacred Mountains. Every mountain is very challenging. They Difficult, upright, and steep, many people in the world want to overcome them, but they have to pay incomparable hardships, sweat, and even their lives, so they are listed as the peaks of China's Five Sacred Mountains."

Dong Gu nodded, with an expression that seemed to understand but didn't understand. He turned his head to look at the painting on the wall, and asked in confusion: "What you're talking about is related to this painting?"

Yang Luo nodded, pointed at the painting and said in a solemn and serious tone: "This painting is the work of our poets in the Tang Dynasty, and it praises the most challenging Mount Tai on the top of the Five Sacred Mountains. The most precipitous mountain, there are tens of thousands of people who travel there every day, but very few can actually climb it." Yang Luo stood up directly, pointing to the clouds in the painting and said: "Did you see that, the mountain? The height of the mountain is not even as high as the clouds, and it can only reach halfway up the mountain. You can imagine how high the mountain is."

Donggu glanced at Sandro, and the expressions of both of them were surprised.

"Oh, God, it's higher than the clouds. Is that still called a mountain? It should be called a ladder."

"No, it should be called the road to heaven."

Seeing the disagreement between the two, Yang Luo didn't speak, but sat down. He may not understand foreign history, but when it comes to China, he is still very confident.

Soon, all the dishes Yang Luo ordered were served, and the boss even specially sent a fruit plate.

In this summer, people are irresistible to fruit.

Donggu and Sandro were somewhat repelled by these dishes at first. They were used to cheese and hamburgers, but they were a little bit resistant to Chinese dishes.

Yang Luo didn't care, he poured himself a bowl of pimple soup and started to eat it with big mouthfuls.

Since Yang Luo came to Europe, with the increase in training intensity, the appetite is really amazing.

After a few mouthfuls, one bowl of rice is empty, and then the second bowl.

Donggu and Sandro glanced at each other again, then lowered their heads and began to eat.

When they tasted the dishes that are no more common in China, the expressions of the two became surprised again.

(End of this chapter)