The flight from Beijing, China to the United States is not to fly eastward across the Pacific Ocean, which is too exaggerated, but all the way north. East Asia and North America are not separated by the Pacific Ocean, but by the Arctic Ocean. In other words, in our eyes, the United States is actually in the north of China.

Different from the impression of most Chinese, Europe is not in the west of China. From the perspective of geographical location, it is more accurate to use "northwest direction" to describe it. Beijing's non-stop flight to Europe is basically from Inner Mongolia to Outer Mongolia, and then to cross the vast Russia obliquely. It's almost time to arrive.

Take Xi'an and Luoyang, which are basically located in the middle of North and South China, for example. The latitudes of these two cities are similar to those of Tripoli, an African city on the South Bank of the Mediterranean Sea. While in the southernmost part of the European continent, Italy, Milan and Harbin are at the same latitude.

But in addition to the three Scandinavian Peninsula countries (Sweden, Finland and Norway) that extend into the Arctic Circle, the European continent, including the British three islands, is favored by the Atlantic warm current and wind direction. In winter, it is not as cold and cruel as northeast China and Siberia at the same latitude, which is much softer and warmer than that.

It's all the westerlies in winter, but the treatment is obviously different. People's wind gives the warmth and humidity of the ocean to Europe, but our wind takes all this to the deep Pacific Ocean, far away from the East Asian continent.

The latitude of Hanover (52 ° 22 ′ n) is almost the same as that of Mohe (52 ° 20 ′ n), the northernmost city in China. But in the same November, when you urinate in Mohe, you need to take a stick, knock while peeing, spit like a nail on the ground. The temperature of - 25 ℃ is the coldness that people in the south of North China can't imagine, but the lowest temperature of Hanover is still 0 ℃ Above, the municipal sprinkler works as usual. The ground will not freeze to plot vehicles and pedestrians. The flower beds on the roadside in the night are still full of fragrant Phalaenopsis.

Alexandre Barrett, the night guard at Kisman business school in Hanover, is yawning in boredom. The warm air in the room is so comfortable that he can't help reading the literature in his stall. In the winter night, coffee chocolate obviously goes with the heating.

It's more than one o'clock in the middle of the night. The gate of Kisman business school is closed. Two doors are locked. The side door next to the duty room is also locked. Mr. Barrett only needs to walk out of the duty room every two hours. He turns around the door for a few minutes. Before the cold air seeps into the velvet windbreaker, he rushes back to the warm duty room and continues to taste him Beloved Bavaria dark chocolate.

Mr. Barrett likes his present job very much. He takes two days off after one night's work. It's like a holiday, with high salary and welfare. Although the students here are proud to be like a rooster, they are all polite on the surface and easy to deal with. It's not like those pheasant university students who beat the school police guard to black and white.

Guard duty is the best position in Kisman's security work, at least a lot more free than Barrett's colleagues who need to patrol around the clock. Mr. Barrett, in his fifties, is old and the young security director is very personal. He transferred Barrett, who had worked for 30 years, to the duty post two years ago.

It's almost time to look at the watch. Barrett stands up, grabs his windbreaker, puts it on himself, and reluctantly drinks two mouthfuls of coffee. Then he picks up a rubber electric baton that integrates lighting, alarm, electric shock and hitting to open the door of the duty room. In a moment, the cold wind came, and Barrett was excited.

All of a sudden, 'crackling and thumping!!...' Barrett, who had just stepped out of the door, was almost shocked by the sound of firecrackers outside the door.

Setting off firecrackers is no surprise in Hanover. It's a "gun city". Every year, a grand international fireworks festival is held. There is a wedding ceremony and a wedding ceremony in Shangliang on weekdays, which can't be without firecrackers. But now it's fucking midnight. What kind of cannon can you put on!

‘.... Crackling and thumping Second move Move! " Two thousand torpedoes were in good condition for a while, and Barrett's mind was refreshed. Whose son of a bitch didn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran to the street to drink!

Just recovered the frightened old heart, "crackling and thumping for the first time!!...". The firecrackers sounded again, and the momentum was even greater. It seemed that the two 2000 rings had been ignited together. It was a little far away from the place just now, but it was still near the gate.

Mr. Barrett is angry: these stinky boys are in need of adjustment. They quarrel in the middle of the night, which makes the neighbors restless. They have to go to work tomorrow! Son of a bitch, when your uncle Barrett comes, there will be no bear boy in Hanover that I can't teach.

He was very professional. He turned back and closed the retractable push-pull fence leading to the school. Then he took out the key to open the side door. His uniform gave him courage, and Barrett stormed out of Kisman business school with an electric baton.

‘.... Crackling times... '. The light outside the school gate was dim. After the first wave of firecrackers were set off, the ground was covered with confetti. The crisp air was filled with a good smell of smoke. Not far away in the middle of the dark street, firecrackers are still ringing happily, and thunder and lightning are far away in the quiet city night sky.

‘.... Second move Move! " When the four thousand thunders were over, Mr. Barrett moved slowly to the smoky place, and said in a deep voice, "where is who? No shooting in the middle of the night! "There were no figures and no response.

"Come out! I am the senior guard of Kisman business school in Hanover, the excellent staff of the school in 2001, the top ten civilized pacesetters of the character community in West Hanover in 2002, and Alexander Barrett. I've seen you. Come out now. "

A breeze of ice swept away the smoke from the firecrackers. The smoke disappeared. There was no ghost there.

"Ten streets of Hedong and Hexi, ask who is Dad! Come out now, or uncle Barrett will be unhappy! "

Still silent, the dark streets of the night are like the entrance to an unknown world. Barrett stopped. He was a little guilty. He was not as brave as when he was young when he was old, though he was not so brave when he was in his twenties.

Barrett didn't dare to go forward. What if some bad boys beat themselves in the dark? What dare the drunk middle-aged teenagers do!

Mr. Alexander Barrett is a qualified campus security guard, but he obviously lacks military common sense. Such an obvious plan to move the tiger away from the mountain has not been realized. It's really amateur to leave his fortress and go to risk alone. It's no wonder that he has worked as a security guard all his life but has not even been a team leader.

Just as Barrett stepped forward to introduce himself with dignity, a big flower picker in black clothes, black hats, black pants, black shoes and black mouth covers, carrying a dark blue backpack, quietly felt the open side door behind him, supported by one hand, jumped over the stretch fence, quick as a soft black cat, and the figure of the flower picker quickly disappeared in the deep university campus.