When I woke up, I was beaten to death by a stranger

Chapter 17

After waking up early the next morning, I had a splitting headache. Recalling the scene of squatting on the side of the road crying last night, I was so ashamed that I wanted to cover my head. I was only glad that I didn’t drink too much and didn’t go crazy in front of Andre, otherwise His face fell down.

Opening the curtains, the sun was shining brightly, and I thought about it, the loss of control like last night was nothing more than the fact that Andre’s words were too practical, which hurt a little self-esteem. Now that I think about it carefully, I don’t think it’s a big deal. I have a grateful heart—it has only been a few months since I came to Russia, and I have already made a sincere friend like Andrei, which is really lucky.

I thought this would just go away, but when I was about to go home from school at night, I felt something was wrong as soon as I got in the car. There was a big smell of gasoline. When I got down, it turned out to be an oil leak.I was miserable, and secretly regretted that I should have bought a second-hand car from a Chinese car dealer for a cheap price. The cost of repairing the car was almost more expensive than the price of buying the car.Squatting in front of the car, I was very annoyed, and wanted to make a phone call to scold the Chinese car dealer, but the address book stopped suddenly, and the letters "Valentine" on the screen took all my eyes—Ye It's already deep, and the nearest car repair shop has long been closed. I, a poor student who doesn't know much about cars, have enough reasons to make a phone call.

Even though Andre's words were still ringing in my ears, I still accidentally dialed the number. When the phone was dialed, everything around me was quiet, except for the mechanical beeping again and again, which made my heart beat chaotic.I nervously stared at my nails and kept digging, silently typing my manuscript, thinking that Andre said he didn't like to use mobile phones, maybe this phone call ended with a mechanical sound.

"Allo?"

"Ah, Allo, allo," I didn't expect him to answer the phone so quickly, and the text in my stomach was in a mess, "Is this Valentin? Hello, hello, excuse me. I'm Ivan , Andre's friend, the one who had dinner with you a few times ago...Maybe you still remember it by chance? "

There was a pause on the other end of the phone for a while. I was worried that he didn't understand, so I scratched my head and prepared to say it again.

"Yes, I do," he replied curtly.

"I'm sorry to call you so presumptuously. I mainly want to ask you a question. My car is leaking oil. I don't know how to deal with it." Tens of thousands of solutions came out, and there was no need to make a special phone call, and I was still a friend I didn't know very well.

"You have to check the location of the oil leak, first look at the oil drain screws of the engine and gearbox."

I understood the word "screw" at this sentence, walked around the car, and finally squatted back in front of the car. I began to regret why I didn't send a message directly, and said guiltyly: "Well... I didn't see the screw..."

There was some noise on his side, the sound of opening and closing the door, I couldn't hold back anymore, I scratched my face and lied: "If you are too busy, I won't bother you, I just saw a phone number for a car repair shop nearby..."

"Where are you?" he interrupted me.

"The parking lot at Modamen...do you know there is an auto repair shop near here?" I knocked on the car body, thinking that if it was impossible, I would take the risk of driving back. Anyway, the oil leak should not cause any serious problems, "Why don't I take a taxi back and come back tomorrow morning trailer--"

"We'll be there in 10 minutes." He hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

The second half of my sentence was stuck in my throat, and I stood up abruptly, clutching my phone, and turned around in a circle. My first reaction was to look at the car window to see if I was dressed so that I could not see people today; then I took out a few pieces of paper to After wiping some stains on the rearview mirror, I felt ridiculous after wiping, so I quickly threw it on the ground; when my hand finally stopped, I realized that I was both happy and panicked, and stared at the cars coming and going on the main road at the door , occasionally stopping a car almost makes me jump up.

After about ten minutes like this, I was staring at him with piercing eyes, when I was suddenly slapped hard on the shoulder, and I almost screamed. I turned around and saw Valentin standing behind him, wearing a hat and curly hair. It was pressed against the forehead, covering the eyes.

"What are you standing there looking at?" He took off his scarf, his cheeks were flushed, and his breath smelled of alcohol. I think he would probably be drinking in bars at this time of day.

"I didn't see anything." I said guilty, and took his scarf.Valentin walked to the front of the car and lifted the hood, fiddled with it for a long time, then raised his head and asked me: "Is there #￥%?"

I didn't understand, so he simply took off his clothes and threw it to me, and he lay down on the ground to look at the chassis of the car: "The engine and gearbox are fine, look at the fuel tank. But the chassis of your car is too low, you need a #￥ % to see it."

I guessed very well, this #$% is probably a "jack", so I had to shake my head: "I don't have this thing in my car."

"That can't be helped." He stood up with both hands and patted the ashes on his body. "Let's wait until the shop opens tomorrow morning. I don't have any tools on me right now. Although the oil leak can be opened, it is not impossible to explode and catch fire. We should wait." One night."

Naturally, I had no objection, and returned the scarf and coat to him. Valentin asked while wearing them, "Are you going home?"

"Yes." I replied.

"Where do you live? Is it far?"

"It's not far, it's quite close by car, and it takes half an hour to walk." I saw him put on his hat, his hair was still messed up and pressed, "I'm really sorry, I told you to make a trip for nothing."

He didn't speak, put his hands in his pockets, and didn't intend to leave. He turned his face and looked at me: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Unfortunately, I had just finished my last pack of cigarettes that day, so 5 minutes later, I led Valentin up the road to a nearby convenience store.I walked in front, and Valentin walked slowly behind me two steps away, with one hand in his pocket and the other hand crackling with his lighter; he didn't say anything along the way, and after coming out of the convenience store, Valentin shook his head. A cigarette was handed to me, I didn't refuse, I buried myself in borrowing his lighter to light it, and we lay on the fence next to him, puffing clouds and admiring the passers-by.

After a while, two children passed by, led by an adult, each carrying a small basket, with pouty faces, very lovable.Valentin lowered his head and talked to them: "Where is this going?"

"Go to the fundraiser!" two children chirped, one of them held up the basket. "We sold a lot of chocolate today, so we can donate a lot of money!"

"How much is a lot of money?" Valentin teased the two of them, "Uncle will buy one if you are right."

The two children competed to count, and Valentin patted their heads, took out a hundred rubles and put them in the basket, took the candy from one of the little hands, and shook hands with them one by one to say goodbye.

I watched from the side, and I was amazed in my heart. Valentin usually looks too lazy to care about others, but I didn't expect to like children so much. I wonder if he has brothers or sisters?Is it because there are too many younger brothers and sisters that they are so familiar?

While in a trance, he was suddenly hit by his candy on the chest, raised his eyes in surprise, and saw him pout his mouth, motioning for me to eat.

I held the chocolate for some reason, and my heart suddenly became soft. I turned it over and looked at it for a few times, then raised it and smiled at him: "You're kidding."

"Aren't you still a doll who reads?" He took another drag on his cigarette and squinted at me. The light shone on his face and he couldn't see his eyes clearly, but judging from the brackets at the corners of his mouth, he must be smiling.

"I'm 21, I'm considered an adult everywhere." I whispered.Valentin didn't reply, I felt that he was in a good mood tonight, his fingers kept tapping on the fence to beat the beat, as if he was humming in his head; he finished smoking the cigarette, raised his hand and rubbed my head: "So you Where does the family live? We should send the big baby home too."