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

Chapter 20 Wan, Wan

Valentin opened his umbrella and squatted down, the right side of his face was covered with a green light by the lights of the convenience store, the rain was so loud that he could hardly hear his words: "You came alone?"

I nodded guilty, afraid that it would be too dark to see clearly, so I said, "Yes, I'm here alone." After a short pause, I quickly added: "I wanted to come to Jinhuan Town for a self-drive tour, but I didn't expect to bump into you here." Come on—you don't live in Moscow anymore?"

He laughed and said nothing, looked at my ankle for a while, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch it. I gasped for air as I hissed in pain, he raised his head and asked, "Can you stand up?"

I hesitated: "Okay?" As I said that, I grabbed the car door and tried to stand up, my body was extremely distorted and ugly.Valentin exhaled, and stuffed the umbrella into my hand: "Take it." Then he squatted down with his back to me, and slapped his hands inwardly, intending to carry me on his back.

"I can walk, I can walk," I didn't expect it at all, holding the umbrella up and down, "It's good to rest in the car for a while, it's not so strict—"

"Hurry up," he urged impatiently, "my clothes are going to get wet!"

I fell silent, and tentatively touched his shoulder, it was really wet; I pressed his back carefully, holding my breath, for fear that he would not be able to bear my weight; unexpectedly, he stood up firmly with one end of his hand, and ordered me : "Hold the umbrella higher, you can't see the road!"

"Hey." I straightened my arms quickly.I didn't dare to hug his neck, so I grabbed his shoulders. Valentin's shoulders were thinner than they looked, and they were hard even through the winter clothes. Two shoulder blades pressed against my chest, pressing my heart.His neck was dry and warm, and there was an indescribable smell of tobacco, gasoline, and detergent, which was different from the smell of detergent on young children, and different from the stale smell of smoke on middle-aged men. The smell is like the smell of a thick quilt at home in winter.

I couldn't help but lie on his collar and sniff secretly, feeling sour in my heart, suddenly feeling homesick, thinking that my mother would bake the quilt for me in the past when encountering such a rainstorm night, to dry the moisture, and then keep me warm Hean got in and fell asleep listening to the sound of rain.And now I am on the Russian street, in this weather, there is no one around, only the blond Valentin with my back on his back, stepping on the water all the way.I don't think I have any relationship with him at all, and there is no similarity at all, and we can even be regarded as ignorant of each other, but we have crossed time and space, and become the only two people walking in the heavy rain at this moment, which suddenly gave birth to a kind of mutual dependence feeling.

"Valentin," I called very quietly.

"What?" he said quickly.

"...Are you cold?" I quietly moved my hand on his shoulder.

He gasped a little: "It's not cold. Do you feel cold?"

"I'm not cold either," I replied. "Where are we going?"

He didn't speak, and I didn't speak anymore, I just slowly hugged his neck and sniffed his neck more vigorously; I think we both know where we are going.

His house is not far away, and it takes only ten minutes to walk there.Drenched, I fidgeted on his sofa, afraid of getting dirty and offended, until he told me that his mother had gone away to relatives and would be back in a week before he relaxed a little.

My ankle was swollen like a pig's trotter, and my bare feet were blowing on the heater on the bench. While watching Valentin rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find the first-aid kit, I looked around. This should be his mother's house, with a wallpaper that looked like it was ten years ago. , there are a lot of clutter in the house, but it is very tidy. The cushions on the sofa are neatly stacked one by one. It must be a very strict mother; there are many photo frames on the cabinet next to it, black and white and colored, most of which are a boy. I think it was probably when Valentin was a child, but because he couldn't move his feet, he couldn't take a few steps forward to look at it carefully.

Valentin came over and threw me a roll of towels: "Wipe." Then squatted down and sprayed my ankle.I thought it would be all right if he sprayed me some medicine, but I didn't expect him to apply the medicine very carefully, wiped the red and swollen area all over, cut a piece of gauze, wrapped it with three layers inside and outside, and the technique was very skillful; The room was very quiet, and the kitchen seemed to be cooking something, and there was a smell of meat. I saw him flip his hands, and suddenly remembered that Tatyana said that he used to practice boxing, and that he became friends with Andrei because he helped win the fight Standing, and thinking of his tall 1.9 meters, he must have been wild when he was a few years younger. How could he really be like this every day at three o'clock and one line, never showing his emotions.

The water in the kitchen seemed to be boiling, and Valentin was done, and turned my chair to face the window: "There is no ice bag at home, so let's blow the wind outside instead of blowing on the heater. "

"It's so cold!" I exclaimed, shaking my legs.Valentin snorted coldly and walked away. After a while, he came over with two wine bottles and a small pot emitting white smoke. The smell made people very hungry, and he put it on the table: " If you are hungry, you can make do with the leftovers at noon."

Counting it, I didn't eat much all day, so I thanked him and ate it.The red soup and home-cooked food he made, I thought it was just enough to eat, but who would have thought that the taste would be so amazing, I looked up in amazement: "You know how to cook like that?!"

He was drinking wine, raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and muttered contemptuously: "You don't know too much."

I didn't know what to say when I heard the words, I just felt the warmth in my heart and stomach, and I glanced at the glasses again, and found that my whole body was flushed, which was very different from the trembling on the road before, as if I was suddenly picked up by someone , I built a nest, and even my feet didn't hurt much.

After drinking three bowls in a row, Valentin squinted his eyes, and seemed to be in a good mood. He shook a cigarette and pressed it to his lips: "It's so delicious? You haven't eaten?"

I nodded and slurred my lisp, huh, huh, he asked again, "Why don't you eat?"

"I've been driving for five hours after class, I don't have time—" I slammed on the brakes, but it was too late, and I realized that the lie of "Traveling in the Golden Ring Town" had been exposed. There was no such thing as a trip, and I came here specially to find him of.Valentin shrugged and puffed out: "Generally, people who come to travel take the train." I knew he knew it too.

I panicked with embarrassment, coughed and tried to change the subject: "Are you going back to Moscow in the future?"

"Maybe." He said, "The house has not been rented out, and I will continue to stay if I can find a new job before I check out at the end of the year."

"Why don't you go to a bigger car dealership? I think it's much better than those professional car repairers. My car couldn't be fixed in a specialty store before. You can solve all problems as soon as you come. Always stay in Mi Hayle's shop is too angry."

He shook the ashes and didn't speak, so I kept silent, thinking that talking about his work like this might be too much of a rule, after all, to him, I was just an acquaintance who came in handy, and how could I have the qualifications to dictate his life.

The atmosphere was quiet for a moment.Valentin drank another glass of wine—I realized that he had opened another bottle—his eyes were blurred, a little drunk, but his tone rose: "So, Ivan, why did you want to come to Russia?"

"I want to go abroad, but I can't afford to go to Europe or the United States," I clinked glasses with him, "I came to Russia. Ulla!"

He laughed out loud, gasping for breath, almost coughing, without stopping; I saw him laughing so happily, I don't know why I laughed too, Valentin slammed his wine glass on the table, waved He poured out a lot of wine and held it up to me, still laughing and shouting: "Ulla! Ulla for Russia!"

Infected by his excitement, I also yelled, raised my head and drank it all in one gulp, the spirits were still hot and slid down the esophagus, making me excited; Valentin added the wine for me, with the corners of his mouth raised high It made people very happy to see it.He asked again, "Isn't Ivan your real name? What's your school name?"

I taught him to read Jiang Qiwan, he read it strangely, he couldn't pronounce Jiang characters, odd characters were acceptable, but Guan characters were very standard, so he simply dropped the first two characters of my name and kept saying "" Wan, Wan", in a trance, it sounded like he was calling me by a nickname, which made me blush and heartbeat, almost afraid to look at him.

"Teach you another one," I pointed at him, "'Xi Tzu', auto repair Xi Tzu."

He tried to repeat, but his tongue got stuck, and he laughed: "What's the pronunciation? What does it mean?"

I saw his lips glisten with wine, his cheeks flushed with alcohol, his eyes foggy, his forehead with two locks of curly hair hanging between his brows, illuminated by a dim wall lamp—suddenly breathing disordered, mouth parched , thinking to himself that such a scene is too much a test, how not to make people want to kiss him, how not to make people want to be tempted.

I whispered: "It means 'bastard'."

He snorted loudly, raised his eyebrows, and looked at me mockingly amused, while spreading his hands in contempt for the title.

We talked until midnight, and both bottles of wine were drained. I lay on the sofa in his house, very unconscious, and tried to raise my head to speak: "I'm telling you——"

Valentin staggered over and pulled me back: "Also said...what a fart, go to sleep, old man, I have to go to work tomorrow."

I half leaned on him and shouted: "I don't want to sleep, I have to go back. I have to go to class tomorrow."

"Then you fucking fuck me for drinking." Valentin gave me a slap on the head cursingly, "Don't die on the way back when you drive like this. Go to bed for me."

I screamed and smirked, and I didn't resist any more, so he carried me into the bedroom. It wasn't until I opened my eyes suddenly in the middle of the night that I realized that I was sleeping in the same bed with Valentin, with my head covered. Tilting your head, shoulder to shoulder, breathing in different breaths.

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It's an important day for Brother Jiang, there are a lot of words, I didn't expect that there are so many chapters and I haven't got the point, I collapsed