One day, about the summer of '17, my husband was in a wet daze on a stone road not too far from the Great Fountain of Geneva, and a tall, thin local man observed him for at least fifteen minutes from a distance of three or four meters, and then came straight up to him and asked him if he Chinese.
My husband nodded like mashed garlic. Then this young Swiss man said that he was Swiss, he loved to travel, he liked China, he was about to travel to China (note, he said immediately), he wanted to make a Chinese friend, he could communicate when he went to China, and then he asked for my husband's mailbox, left his own mailbox, the whole conversation did not take more than ten minutes, and then he left my husband who was dumbfounded and quickly left the scene.
According to my husband's own description, he felt like a bomber speaking supersonic English whizzing in and out, not taking away a cloud. My husband came back and gossiped about it and quickly forgot about it, and the mysterious Swiss man was never heard from.
A few months later, the bomber suddenly appeared and began to send a large number of mail into my husband's mailbox. The gist of it is that his travel plans are finally ready, and in half a year (note, half a year later) he will be coming to China. Since he was such a strange person, we replied to him politely with enthusiasm for international friends, and he began to send us some photos of his travels around the world and have a lovely exchange. It's worth mentioning, first of all, that in every photo he looks like a super professional backpacker, and secondly, he tells us that he went alone in all these places, including places like Egypt, Israel, and Iran.
Anyway, we didn't take it seriously, anyway, we are not familiar with it, anyway, even if we come to China, foreigners will not run to a small place like Suzhou for the first time to travel, right? It turned out that we were too inexperienced. Six months later, the young Swiss man sent him a detailed agenda and arrived in Suzhou as scheduled.
Then there are the following things that refresh my three views:
1. My husband is a traditional Chinese old farmer who has to be polite and polite to anyone, and even the nationality of the other party does not affect his habit at all. He rightfully rushed to pay for the Swiss youth at the first meal together. Swiss youth is very uncomfortable, very guilty, ask why? Then my old peasant said, this is a Chinese tradition, I want to do my best to make the friendship of the landlord. The Swiss youth had a very in-depth discussion with my husband on this matter, and after the discussion, he also had serious thinking about it himself, and the result of his thinking was that in the three days of his trip to Suzhou, every activity and every meal was stupid, serious, and patiently waiting for my husband to help him pay for it, in order to show respect for my husband's "friendship of landlords". How stupid is that? We couldn't stop crying and laughing.
2. He prepared a gift for us very seriously, and without any accident, he made a joke, a bottle of the famous Swiss liquid Viagra Dadullah Conde, he looked at my husband and me and smiled evilly, we were embarrassed, but we did feel the warmth and sincerity from it.
3. Before he left, we prepared a gift for him, it was a tea set, which had Pu'er flower tea Kuding tea messy mess, which was very beautiful. He asked what the difference was. Then my husband said casually, the flower tea lady drank, the Pu'er weight loss people drank ah and so on, he immediately decided to take each one out separately, and carefully took out the envelope from the bag (note that he carried the envelope), put the tea classification into it, and then while listening to the explanation, he wrote "to the mother", "to the sister", "to the father" and to the seven aunts and eight aunts on the envelope with a pen. After getting it right, I was relieved to say that I wouldn't make a mistake in this.
4. When he left, he expressed his great gratitude for our warm reception and payment, and invited us to go to Switzerland to play again and give him the opportunity to entertain us. That my old farmer old way of playing haha said that it will come back, we have a plan for a deep tour of Switzerland. His eyes lit up and he left Suzhou. For the next half a year, the main content of the young man's email to us was: Please ask how your in-depth tour plan is doing, when will it be completed. After not getting a definite response, he thought that our plan was in trouble, so he sent us detailed route recommendations and travel plan references. I am ashamed that my husband and I are both people who followed the fate, and gradually broke off contact with him. By the time he really wanted to make a plan, it had been many years since he felt that it was inappropriate to trouble him.
He's one of the most typical Swiss people I've ever come into contact with. I was very impressed, it is indeed a bit of an "axis", but because of this "axis" I think he is very cute.