winter in greenland

Reykjavik holds a variety of cultural and art festivals throughout the year. After entering the summer, from March to September can be called the music season of this place. There are various festivals every week. Bands of all sizes will perform different styles of music. In addition to music, there are also movies, art, and food.The Midsummer Festival in early June brings the atmosphere of the entire carnival season to a climax.There are all kinds of celebrations in the city on this day, such as dancing, design, music, art, concerts, games... everyone’s face is filled with excited smiles, and the fireworks show in the evening even blocks the entire Old Port.

Ralph was awakened in the morning by the lively noise outside the window.He doesn't usually drink much, and when he woke up, he only felt a splitting headache, and it took him a while to realize where he was.This is a small one-bedroom apartment with a small area. The bed is close to the bed, and a row of flowerpots are placed on the edge of the low window sill, in which are planted some sedges that he can't name.All the furniture in the room is of log color, and the floor is slightly darker in color. On the left hand side of the bed is a low bedside table, with a metal hanger next to it, on which a few pieces of clothing are hung sporadically.Beyond that was a marble table, narrow and long, with only a jug and a few transparent glasses placed on it.In the front of the room is a sofa, in front of the sofa is an oval low table, and a TV is hung on the front wall.On the right side of the sofa is a floor-to-ceiling window leading to a small balcony outside.At this moment, the windows there were half open, and the translucent gauze curtains were slightly lifted by the wind, bringing in some laughter from the street outside.

"You're awake." Hearing his movement, Dan turned his head from the sofa, stood up and went to the marble counter to pour him a glass of water: "How are you, are you okay?"

Ralph rubbed his temples, his voice hoarse: "It's been a long time since I drank so much alcohol, did I do anything ridiculous last night?"

The smile on Dan's face was sly: "There is nothing else, just calling Mia's name dozens of times."

Some embarrassment appeared on Ralph's pale face: "I...that..."

"Okay, I was joking. But it's true that your phone rang a few times this morning."

Ralph took the phone aside in some embarrassment, and as soon as he unlocked the screen, several messages popped up. He quickly scanned a few lines, with a horrible expression on his face: "It's over, the Midsummer Festival opens today, I was going to send a street Flower, now..."

"Do you need my help? Although I only have one bicycle, two people are faster than one."

"It would be great if you are willing to help. I'll wash my face first, and then we'll go to the farm on the outskirts of the city. I guess it's too much work to delay this morning." He said, pulling up his collar and smelling it. With a disgusted face: "Dan, do you have any clean clothes for me to change, the smell of alcohol makes me want to throw up."

Dan answered and went to the coat rack beside the bed.Apart from a few neatly hung shirts and jackets on the shelf, there were two square cardboard boxes on the bottom floor, one larger and the other smaller.He opened the big box and found another sweater: "Try this one, it might be a little small."

Ralph took it over: "I can't care about that much anymore. I'm afraid I won't have time in the afternoon, so I'll borrow your bathroom to take a shower." When he got out of bed in a hurry, he accidentally kicked the smaller cardboard box next to him. The box fell to the ground, the lid was lifted, and half of a black scarf was dragged out on the ground.

Ralph glanced at it hastily, and half-jokingly said, "I can't see when you became so particular, and the scarf is packed in a separate box." After speaking, he went to the bathroom.

Dan didn't answer, he kept a half-kneeling posture on the ground, was silent for a while, and picked up the scarf from the ground.The wool has a rough touch. Although it has been washed, it seems that there is still a faint smell of tobacco on it.There seemed to be some memory in his mind being evoked, he sighed very lightly, flattened the scarf, folded it carefully, and put it away in the box.After thinking about it, he didn't put the box back to its original position, but opened the locker under the bed board.It was empty and smelled faintly of varnish.Only a face-down photo frame, a brown glasses case, and a white envelope are placed in the rectangular space.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he reached out and took out the photo frame.It was a group photo of three people. The girl in the middle was holding a cello case with a bright smile on her face. Jason stood on the left, making a foolish comparison with a scissorhand. square.

His face slowly became gloomy, and his fingers slid across the brown edge of the photo frame, as if he was thinking about something.After a pause, the expression on his face became a little indifferent, and he put the photo frame back into the cabinet face down, and then put the paper box in.

Ralph took a shower and hurriedly pulled Dan out the door.The two rode bicycles all the way to the farm on the outskirts of the city.Reykjavik is not big, but because of the opening of Midsummer Festival, the streets were crowded with pedestrians of all kinds, and it was past noon when they arrived at the farm.

The farm owner is a very kind middle-aged lady. Seeing that Ralph was late for a long time, she didn't say much. After listening to his explanation, she took the two of them to the small warehouse at the back. The flowers have already been wrapped, except for the bouquet wrapped in kraft paper. , and a dozen potted plants.

"The Midsummer Festival opens today, and there may be a long delay on the road, but you have to deliver all the flowers before evening."

Ralph nodded hurriedly.

Half an hour later, the two people hung two huge woven baskets on the back seat of their bicycles, with potted plants on one side and bouquets on the other, and they rode unsteadily towards downtown Reykjavik.

Fortunately, the addresses for sending flowers are relatively concentrated, all near the Old Port. The two of them walked separately from both sides of the street and finished their work in less than three hours. Finally, it was just after 4 pm when they met at the Old Port.

"I really don't know how to thank you. If I send these flowers alone, it will be until the sun goes down." Ralph wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Dan smiled and punched him on the shoulder: "You don't need to say that."

Ralph also smiled: "Where are you going next? There will be a fireworks show at the Old Port at night, do you want to see it?"

Dan shook his head. "Maybe. What about you? You want to see?"

Ralph shrugged: "Don't go, there are too many tourists."

"Okay, I still have something to do to go to the bar yesterday, so I'm leaving first."

Ralph nodded, stood still and watched Dan leave, turned around and rode in another direction.

At this time in the afternoon, there was almost no one in the bar. Harvey was dressed in an old-fashioned way. He was wearing a white shirt, a black tie, two suspenders on his upper body, and a pair of slim-fit trousers and Oxford shoes on his lower body. He was standing behind the bar alone. , with a few wine bottles in front of him, it seems that he is trying a new special tune.When Dan pushed the door, he moved the bamboo wind chime hanging on the door. Harvey raised his head with a crisp sound. After seeing the person coming, his face was a little surprised: "Why are you free at this time? I thought you I have to take tourists fishing all day today."

Dan shook his head: "I didn't go to the port today."

Harvey looked at him ambiguously: "Last night...?"

Dan couldn't laugh or cry: "He is my former teammate."

Harvey returned his attention to the wine bottle in his hand: "Then you can meet here, I can only say that the world is too small."

Dan pointed to the bottle in his hand: "New cocktail?"

Harvey nodded and shook his head again: "It's a new cocktail, but I don't plan to promote it in the store for the time being." As he spoke, he used a bar spoon to stir a few times in the mixing glass clockwise, and took the shaker beside him Pot, poured half a cup of pomegranate juice into it, and poured some unknown wine into it, after shaking it back and forth 5 or 6 times, poured the liquid inside into a glass, and then poured the liquid in the original mixing cup He also poured it in, put a mint leaf on top, and pushed the cup to Dan: "Taste it."

Dan took a sip, let the liquor stay in his mouth for a few seconds, and said, "Vodka, pomegranate juice, bitter orange, champagne. Not bad, what's the name?"

Harvey thought for a while: "How about 'Reunion'?"

Dan raised his eyebrows: "I mean something."

Harvey smiled: "It's easy to talk to smart people."

Dan didn't speak, his eyes returned to the wine glass in front of him, and the atmosphere was silent for a moment.

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask you a question." Harvey put his hands on the bar and leaned forward slightly: "Why did you come to Reykjavik?"

Dan was a little surprised, and half-jokingly said, "Is there any problem with Reykjavik?"

Harvey raised a finger and shook it: "It's not that there's something wrong with Reykjavik. We've known each other for more than half a year. I've been here for so many years, and I've met all kinds of people, but you are different from them."

Dan became a little interested: "Why is it different?"

"Iceland is a small country, and Reykjavik is also a small place. Although it is a bit out of the way, the people here have their own characteristics. After you stay for a long time, you can tell at a glance who have lived here for generations. Those who are newcomers still have a sense of freshness, and those are just pure tourists, and you don’t belong to any of them.”

"Then what kind do you think I am?" Dan didn't take his words to heart, picked up his glass and took another sip.

"You," Harvey thought for a while, "you are not a simple person. You came here neither for a vacation nor to see the scenery here. To be honest, I don't see any feelings you have for this city , as for everyone else here, maybe me and Joe can barely be called your friends, but I will never say that I know you. Let me put it this way, although you can get acquainted with everyone immediately, but You are closed, you have your own clique, and no one can get in. That's why I'm curious, why did you choose Reykjavik?"

Dan's expression slowly sank a little when Harvey was halfway through his speech. After Harvey finished speaking, he didn't answer for a moment, just staring at the wine glass in his hand in a daze.

Harvey spread his hands: "I don't mean anything else, it's just out of my friend's concern. If you want to talk someday, please feel free to come to me."

Dan looked up into Harvey's eyes and said from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you, Harvey."

Harvey smiled and changed the subject: "Will you go to the Old Port to watch the fireworks tonight?"

Dan rolled his eyes: "Why do you all ask me this question, do I look like a 'tourist'?"

"It's just a festive atmosphere. Joe wants to go and see it, saying that he wants to find inspiration for a new song. If you have nothing to do, you can join us. Sometimes it's not a bad thing to try to integrate into this city."

Dan thought for a while: "Okay, I don't have anything to do at night anyway, since you all make this fireworks show so grand, I'll join in the fun."

"Then we meet here at 8 o'clock. You have plenty of time to go back and take a shower and change your clothes. There are many good girls at the fireworks show every year." Harvey winked at him.

Dan gave him a helpless look, turned and left the bar.

At the same time, in the hotel.

Knowing that this time was the opening ceremony of the Midsummer Festival, the streets were full of tourists of all kinds, and August did not go out all day.Heath had been running through the exercise on his laptop when the call came, analyzing different variables on the simulator.

The other end of the phone was very noisy, and Heath's voice was a little fuzzy. August frowned slightly, stood up and stood by the window: "Heath? What's the matter?"

"...I said, don't stay in the hotel alone tonight. People from all over the world are out to party, so you should be more social. I asked the front desk of the hotel before I went out. No dinner is served tonight, so you stay there There is no food either. It is 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and we will wait for you at Laugowig Street at 7 o'clock, just in time to go to the Old Port to watch their fireworks show after dinner."

"I don't..." August was interrupted by Heath before he finished speaking: "That's it, I'll send you the location later, we'll wait for you, pay attention, it's all Sirius players My captain." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

August looked at the screen of the mobile phone, his brows still frowning, and he sighed helplessly for a long while, then closed the laptop compromisingly.