sinovels Chapter 14 4 years ago
Chapter 14 4 years ago
The winter of 20 was the coldest winter I have experienced in more than [-] years.
I shrank my neck and walked all the way on the big street, trying to sneak back and nest, while looking left and right, to avoid being caught by acquaintances; the phone in my pocket kept ringing, and the wind was blowing people, I really didn’t want to reach out Take it, anyway, it's mostly Jun Ge's group who are chattering.Today is the last day of this semester, and the new year holiday will start tomorrow. Brother Jun is the person in charge of the Russian side of my agency. He has been in Russia for many years, and he is very enthusiastic. He invites people to have dinner at home during the New Year and holidays.Those who went were all the children of his intermediary, all of them didn’t make it in a year. After I went there once politely, I never went again. I must go to the roll call.
I don't know how he became an intermediary, he acted like an old lady, I just wanted to find a place to fill in the information, and come over quickly to finish the job, other schools didn't consider it at all, who knew that I would run into a soldier Brother, you are so considerate, those underage parents are touched and relieved, my half-grown Lengbuding is wrapped in a small yellow bag around my neck to prevent getting lost, it is still a bit embarrassing.
When I walked downstairs to the apartment, I took out my phone and flipped through countless dialog boxes in just ten minutes. The group was full of sayings like "I'm just waiting for Brother Jiang" and "Qi Wan hasn't finished class yet?" I deliberately said "You are the biggest, you have to take the lead and set an example for your younger siblings", I was suffocated for a while, so I had to withdraw and talk to him privately to say sorry, I have an appointment with the professor today, I am afraid I can't come.
Also set an example.I took out the mask and put it in my pocket, squatted on the side of the street and lit a cigarette, smiling wryly in my heart, I don’t look like I’m here to go to school. Start over where you won't talk.
Another message was sent by my mother, in addition to asking about the cold and warmth, she also asked if I was getting used to the winter, and if I couldn't get used to it, I would go to Myanmar with her, at least the weather was fine.I sighed, turned off the screen silently, and took a few puffs of cigarettes, thinking that it was because I didn't want to go to Myanmar with you that I had to die or live in the ice and snow.She sent money to my card as usual. To be honest, living in Russia doesn’t cost that much money, and the money is more than enough to live in the United States. After the incident happened at home, she was very poor. I know that she and my dad divorced. , I told her a long time ago not to call so much, but if she didn't listen, I would habitually shut up, anyway, she had never heard me speak.
I finished smoking, turned on the screen, typed six characters hesitantly, and finally deleted the first two characters, leaving only "Happy New Year" to send.Before I could leave, she immediately sent a voice message for more than 40 seconds, click to listen, the other end was very noisy, as if at a dinner party, she spoke very loudly, it blew my ear, so I quickly turned down the voice ;Speaking very slowly, but very excited, like drinking too much, talking about something, Wanwan, how are you doing, mom misses you so much, Yangon is so hot, it doesn’t look like it at all New Year's Day... Have you sent a message to Dad?You still have to wish him a happy holiday.Don't look at him like that, he actually misses you too.
I clicked to open it and listened to it again to confirm that she was really drunk before quitting and didn't reply.I think this is my mother's old problem. Even though I don't have a good relationship with my dad, I always have to be the microphone. I can't see that my relationship with my dad is not good, even after divorce.But in fact, what she said was not true, it was just the father-son relationship she imagined or expected. In fact, my father and I have not communicated for a long time. Since I was forced to come out last year, I have never told me again. In a word.I tried to contact him, but nothing came to fruition. I’m not angry, but I just think he’s in his fifties, because he’s on the wrong team and nearly fell off the horse. He finally fled abroad. Know exactly who you are fighting with.I am not his enemy.
In the end, I didn't send anything, because Andre suddenly sent a message, saying that they had built a car and asked me to go to the road together tomorrow night.Andre is a local young man I met in an underground bar. He started talking by borrowing the fire, and then met twice by chance, and exchanged numbers. After that, he introduced me to a group of his friends, and he often invited me out to play when he had nothing to do.I suspect that a group of them are underage at all, and they all talk in a male voice, but they don't go to school all day, probably because the family has long been too lazy to care about it.The children were stuttering in English. I was new here and could hardly speak Russian. Most of the time I talked with ducks, all relying on sign language and enthusiasm; I don’t understand why they call me every time, Probably just wanted to hangout with an Asian guy; I was happy to hang out with them to practice Russian anyway.
Afterwards, I went home and fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day. After eating and taking a bath, I had just changed my clothes when I heard a long sound of trumpets, and a group of people shouted in high-pitched voices: "— — Ivan! Ivan!" I was afraid of disturbing the people, so I quickly opened the window to show my face, and then went downstairs.As soon as they saw me, they whistled, sticking out their heads in all directions from the car window, all of them were colorful, and they slapped the car door excitedly, telling me to see the "cool baby" they got.
When I took a closer look, it was a broken car, as if it had been picked up from a scrap factory.I was apprehensive when I heard the sound of the engine, but I got on the car anyway, thinking that even the body of the car was rusted with iron, and it was too Russian, so I couldn’t say it wasn’t cool, cool, cool.
But even a cool Russian can't handle a broken car.Not halfway through the drive, there was a bang, and everyone in the car fell silent. Andre looked at the instrument, turned around and said, "It seems to be leaking oil." It turned out that this car was a scrap car owned by a certain child's father, and they stole it I filled the key with oil and found that it could be opened, so I drove it on the road, because I only found a small road to drive at night, and I never encountered the police.I thought I would let it go today, but they will find a car repair shop to fix it right away. "It's just an oil leak, it's not a big problem!" Andre comforted me in English, stuttering, "I have an acquaintance in a car repair shop who can help us fix it for free."
Then we drove all the way to the car repair shop where he had an acquaintance. The shop was not big, and it seemed that it was about to close. Andrei jumped out of the car after pulling out the key and shouted: "Brother! Big brother!"
A person came out of it, and with just one glance, I knew it was definitely not Andre's brother—that person was blond, blue-eyed, tall and tall, and he didn't have any resemblance to the monkey-like Andre.Andre seemed to be very familiar with him, so he went up and lit a cigarette with him; the dusk was heavy, the warm color of the fire flashed across his face, and his eyebrows and eyes looked like a woman.
"Who is this?" I whispered to the young man next to me.
"I helped Andre fight once a few years ago, and I've been calling him brother ever since. He's a nice guy, and he often buys us drinks." The young man said, it sounded like they respected this big brother very much.At this time, Andre called everyone to get out of the car, and his elder brother was sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette. The young people went to say hello when they got out of the car, and bumped their fists a few times if they were acquainted with each other, and then they simply chatted around him.I didn't know him, and I couldn't get in the conversation, so I was a little embarrassed, so I stood aside and lit a cigarette, so that I looked like I had something to do.
After about two cigarettes, their conversation stopped suddenly. The brother said something, and Andrei answered a series of answers. No matter how poor my Russian is, I can tell the name of "Moscow University". Go, sure enough, seeing them looking at me and smiling, Andre made a gesture of waving.I lowered my head and took a sharp puff of the cigarette, threw it in the snow and stamped it out before walking towards them.
"I heard that you are a high-achieving student at Moscow State University?" That's what he said, which made me panic, and my eyes dodged: "No, no."
"Brother said you didn't look like a high school student. I said you were a student at Moda—what department? The one you told me about?"
"International relations." I said with a guilty conscience, I couldn't bear to look him in the eye.
"Yes, international relations. I don't know what it is." Andre turned to him and said, "Ivan also learned photography, and he took pictures for us last time-oh yes, his name is Ivan. Ivan, This is my dearest big brother; we are all called big brother, so you can call him too, big brother should be older than you."
His elder brother sneered, got up and hit him on the head, said something in Russian that I couldn't understand, and then walked straight up; as he approached slowly, I realized that he was 1.9 meters tall, tall, and looked down slightly. It has a very oppressive aura, and the hair and skin are light in color, which quickly blends into the surrounding white snow, and the only pair of colored eyes is even more difficult to dodge——
"Valentin," he said, holding out his hand, staring at me, "just call me Valentin."
And I was completely stunned at that time, holding his hand tightly, looking up at him, and at the same time, I couldn't help saying nervously: "Valentin Valentin. It's the first time we meet, hello, hello, my name is Valentin Jing. No, Ivan."