After a while, the waiter bent down and served a cocktail.

Old Porter leaned into his ear and whispered something in his ear, and then gave him a tip.

The waiter left with understanding.

Let it go: Going to nightclubs with Uncle Porter is boring and noisy

Qin Jian was sending messages to Duan Ran when suddenly four beautiful girls appeared in the small booth.

"Jian! Put away your phone!" Old Porter seemed to be trying to suppress the loud dance music in his ears, "Tonight is our party!!"

Old Porter conveniently hugged the two girls. Seeing Qin Jian's expression of dementia, he looked at the other two girls. After looking at them, he stood up and handed out another tip, and then the girl who got the tip left.

.

At this time, there was only a young-looking blond girl left. The girl could not clearly see the situation. She naturally sat next to Qin Jian and naturally hugged Qin Jian's arm.

"Relax, Jian!" Old Porter ordered another drink.

At this point, Qin Jian finally understood the nightlife scene of the old bartender. He thought it was pretty good, but he didn't like it very much.

Maybe he doesn't like taking the initiative?

who knows.

As the Romans do in the countryside, Qin Jian sent the girl away in the same way.

The girl took the banknotes and gave him a kiss before leaving. She kissed Qin Jian on the side of his face and then left happily.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The old bartender laughed at the elk without moral integrity. The old bartender laughed, and the two girls beside him also laughed.

Elk also smiled and took out his phone again.

Duan: Don’t be dishonest~ I heard that the girls in Oslo are very open-minded~

Just when Qin Jian was about to recover, the message came again: 'Where is the person!'

Let it go: Are you still practicing tonight?

Duan: If you really want me to practice until late, tell you it’s okay~

Let it go: Don’t practice when you’re tired. It’s already past ten o’clock.

Duan:Okay!

Let it go: We are going back to Bergen tomorrow morning and we will probably get busy next time. I don’t know what kind of courses Sister Lin Jun will arrange.

Duan: You’ll know when you get there

let it go: too

Duan: I have to do my homework. Stop looking at your phone. If Teacher Porter doesn't like it, go to the hotel and give me the message!

Qin Jian put down his cell phone, "Well——"

This scene was captured by the old bartender. Looking at the elk with a rippling face, the old bartender grinned and said, "How is Duan doing lately?"

"She worked very hard."

Qin Jian picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The cold and sweet and sour liquid relieved the heat caused by the environment. "It's harder than me."

...

The four of them came out of the nightclub. The old bartender took the two girls and sat in the back of the taxi, while Qin Jian sat in the front.

The old bartender wanted to take the two girls back to the hotel, which made Qin Jian a little surprised. At the same time, he was also a little worried about whether the other girl's body could bear the food.

But I think the other party had a purpose for eating so many oysters before.

After returning to the hotel, the old bartender took the two girls back to the room naturally, and Qin Jian went back to his room alone.

The two rooms are separated by a wall.

After making a long video call with Duan Ran, Qin Jian fell asleep.

It’s worth mentioning that I don’t know if the soundproofing of the hotel is good, or if it’s just as the old bartender said the next day, ‘The three of us just chatted all night.’

Anyway, Qin Jian didn't hear anything all night.

At 10:30 in the morning, after the old bartender of the Witness put his two late-night chat friends into a taxi, the old man and the young man also left.

"They are both very good girls. Lulu is a migrant worker who just came to Oslo from Myrdal, and Yvette is a housewife."

On the way to the train station, Old Porter told Qin Jian about his 'night chat results' last night, "Lulu likes small animals. She just adopted a shepherd dog named Dandy the day before yesterday. She plans to change it to a new one later."

Yvette has a job, and she has a husband who loves her very much, but his husband always works late at night, so she hopes that she can share some of the pressure on the family."

Old Porter's tone sounded like he was joking, but Qin Jian felt that he was quite serious.

Especially the tone when talking about Lulu, he even thought that Old Porter had some sympathy for this girl.

"Did you really chat all night?" Qin Jian was still a little unbelievable.

"Of course," Old Porter said seriously, eyes widening, "piaog is illegal in Norway."

puff!

Now Qin Jian understood.

"But it is legal for women to sell sex." Old Porter gasped.

It was this big gasp that made Qin Qinjian a little confused, "This?"

Old Porter sighed: "It's just a protection for the vulnerable groups. Okay, Jian, we have to get on the train."

Although Qin Jian seemed to be able to imagine how a Norwegian judge handles transactions between pimps and prostitutes, he was brainwashed by the scenery outside the window not long after he got on the train.

...

On the train to Bergen, Qin Jian saw green mountains and green water that he had never seen before. It was as if both sides of the train tracks were covered with green moss, exuding endless vitality in the sunshine.

When the train passed Myrdal Station, Qin Jian saw through the window the red-roofed farm beside the mountain stream and waterfall not far away. There was a white fence outside the farm, and there were invisible figures farming in the fence.

Qin Jian thought of Lulu. Old Porter said that Lulu was from Myrdal.

Lulu is engaged in such a profession, but comes from such a place.

He felt it was unreasonable, but he didn't know where it was unreasonable.

Qin Jian: "Uncle, do you believe what they say?"

The old bartender looked away from the waterfall, looked at Qin Jian and asked matter-of-factly: "Why don't you believe it?"

Although Qin Jian didn't want to say it was because of the other party's occupation, most of the other party's words were just for fun.

But he is just a layman, and that is what he really thinks.

"Maybe they are just telling stories to win your sympathy?" Qin Jian felt that his wording was pretty good.

Old Porter nodded after hearing Qin Jian's words and said for a moment: "Maybe they are just telling stories and gaining my sympathy, but I believe these stories must be happening in some corner of the world."

"jian."

"Some people and things are not as simple as they sound, but they are not as complicated as we imagine."

"The same goes for music."

"We have to find a compromise that's close to it."

The train passes through the Mürda train station, heading towards Flåm, and then passes through Gudvangen and Voss before arriving at the terminal - Bergen.

Qin Jian spent the rest of the trip quietly sightseeing.

If his new course has begun, there is no doubt that he feels that what the old bartender just said has touched the depths of his heart.

The compromise point.

“Between subjectivity and objectivity?”

He suddenly remembered that the old bartender seemed to be a senior professor at the Negroz Conservatory of Music.

"Uncle, there is something I haven't told you yet. Last time I went to Moscow, I borrowed a document in your name on the second basement floor of the garden library of the Negroz Conservatory of Music. The document has been in my possession for the past six months.

On the way."

The old bartender looked at Qin Jian and hesitated for a moment. Obviously he didn't believe what Qin Jian said, "Are you sure you took the book out of the library?"

Qin Jian nodded seriously

a long time.

The old bartender frowned, thinking something must have gone wrong.

"But I was expelled from school a long time ago."

...
Chapter completed!