sinovels Chapter 47 New Years
Chapter 47 New Years
In the blink of an eye, the New Year’s holiday was about to come. I didn’t go to school at all for the first month, and I didn’t even go to the final exam. Anyway, I couldn’t graduate on time.
One morning in November, my mother called and said she wanted to visit me in Russia, and the visa was already being prepared.I had already moved to the study room at that time, and I just moved a single mattress to sleep on, and I didn’t bother to pull the sheets evenly. No matter which corner of the room is close to the ceiling, she dare not show it to her.
She was still noisy at the other end, as if there was never any free time, I was a little dazed, and I didn't understand why they were always so consistent.She asked a lot of things, Wanwan, is it very cold in winter in Russia?Is it enough to bring two down jackets?Do you have an Asian supermarket over there?Do your school roommates and their parents celebrate the New Year?
I had no choice but to explain to her one by one, saying don’t bring too many clothes, bring a few sweaters, there are heaters everywhere here, and you can come and buy them when you go out to keep out the cold; Asian supermarkets are plentiful, so she doesn’t need to bring anything It’s troublesome to be stopped by the customs for eating; I don’t live in the school dormitory now, and my roommate’s parents won’t come for the New Year.
Well!She sounds very proud, waiting for mom to come and improve the food for you.Do your roommates eat spicy food? ...
She was chattering over there, feeling like she wasn't listening to me at all, so I stopped talking at all later, and picked my fingers while listening to her.I used to be very annoyed that she didn't listen to people like this, and it always made me very angry, but in the past two years, I have gradually accepted the fact that some people have certain things, and there is no way to change them on my own.
In mid-December, she called to say that she couldn't come because something happened to the mine in Myanmar and she had to deal with it.This time her voice didn't sound so excited, a little tired, I think there must be something very wrong, otherwise she wouldn't hide it when she called me.But over the years, I have long been used to the pattern that she doesn't tell me and I don't ask, so I didn't ask.After she finished speaking, she paused for a while, hesitated to speak, and finally said: Have you started taking medicine again?
My mother always avoided any reference to "being sick", so it was generally called "taking medicine".I glanced at the pill boxes scattered on the bed and subconsciously lied: no.
You don't take that medicine.she says.She meant to tell me not to get sick.I looked at the half-empty box and could only answer no.
A few days after this, Brother Jun started to call and send me messages, saying he wanted to talk to me, and even with his toes, he knew that my mother was worried and insisted on asking Brother Jun to take a look.Most of the time, I didn't answer the phone or reply to the message. He forced me to come to the door in person. The first time I pretended not to be at home. The second time, Valentin opened the door for him. I had no choice but to go downstairs. Sitting in the coffee shop and staring at him.
He couldn't hold back at first, and cleared his throat after taking a sip of coffee: "Didn't you tell me that your roommate is Russian?"
I glanced at him and said nothing.His frequent visits to the door recently have made me very nervous, and today I ran into Valentin directly head-on, which made me even more angry. Now I am sitting here and starting to ask questions about these things, making him seem like my parent. .I rolled my eyelids: "Is this going to be reported?"
"Why are you throwing your temper at me?" He was inexplicable, "Your mother told me to care more about your physical and mental health, and she called me until two o'clock with the time difference last night..."
"Uncle, if you don't want to answer my mother's phone call, just say you're busy," I said wearily, "She's not so shameless."
As soon as this remark came out, Brother Jun became angry, and scolded immediately: "I don't want to answer your mother's call? Can I not answer? What did you tell me last time? You said you were trying to cheer up and get a little red book, now I think graduation is difficult! Jiang Qiwan, what are you doing? Are you doing business with that Russian? You are in your 20s, how many times can you go back? These are untouchable!"
I haven’t been to this store for a long time, the clerk has changed a batch, added sugar to the coffee, it’s astringent and sour; at this time they looked up and looked at this side, then quickly buried their heads, I took a deep breath, lowered my The voice said, "I'm sorry, Brother Jun."
He looked at me angrily, and drank the coffee in one gulp. I wondered, he is also the kind of majority who doesn't care about sugar in coffee.In fact, apart from Valentin, I haven't really met anyone who resists sweetness like me, which is also a hint to some extent.
Brother Jun sat for a while and calmed down, raised his hand to take a cigarette from me, squeezed it in his hand to play with it, and I muttered: "Brother, can you stop telling my mother that I am renting a house with the Russians?"
"Why, she doesn't know you've moved out yet?" He squinted at him, and suddenly he clenched the cigarette tightly in his palm, "Is that guy your girlfriend?"
I was dumbfounded. These middle-aged men have been sour and dull most of their lives, but sometimes they can be horribly caught off guard, and it is hard to figure out whether they are really stupid or pretending to be stupid.
"Brother Jun, you think a lot." I forced a smile, and stood up to pay the bill. Brother Jun took out the card first, and I didn't insist anymore.Later, when he was about to leave, he suddenly said, "A new batch of dormitories will be opened next year. The beds should not be as tight as before. If you want to go back to school, just tell me."
I looked back at him in surprise, but he didn't say anything, patted my shoulder, turned and left.I stood downstairs and smoked alone for a while. I just shook off the ash when I opened the unit door and bumped into Valentin head-on.I dodged my eyes subconsciously. These days, I have been avoiding letting him know that I have been a mess in my studies, but Brother Jun rushed to the door and almost exposed me mercilessly; at that moment, I suddenly remembered that I used to catch up on papers at night Sometimes he came over and praised me for "pretty good writing". I often think that Valentin is willing to mess with me because he has not studied much himself, which is a bit fresh, but now it seems that it is purely wishful thinking. , and has no practical significance.Because no one really cares about that stuff.
"Going out?" I saw that he was holding the car keys in his hand and asked.
He was putting on his gloves, paused at this, and replied curtly: "Kuznetsov."
How many times, he still doesn't want to face this matter directly, and always says that going to the tavern is seeing Kuznetsov, as if seeing Kuznetsov is not going to whoring | prostitution, which makes Kuznetsov Now it has become a secret code for prostitution|prostitution.
After proposing an open relationship that day, to my surprise, Valentin first made a big fuss, but accepted it surprisingly after a while, and began to go to taverns with a retaliatory frequency, even wearing lipstick blatantly Whether it is intentional or not, all of this just makes me laugh, because his purpose for doing this is obvious-I didn't lead him to succumb, and his self-esteem was hurt, which turned into the simplest and most direct revenge Emotions, to hurt me in the way he surmised.
But since I was able to say it, I naturally expected a worse situation than this [-] times. However, even if he directly stripped off his clothes and made love with someone else in front of my eyes, it was not as unexpected as Yulia's kiss with him. Let me have nowhere to hide; I suspect that the kiss has become traumatic, and I will dream of that scene every night in my dreams, and I will wake up very easily in a cycle, and finally I have to sleep during the day, only during the day I will not dream of Valentin.In short, I am at the end of the road now, and the whole thing is more like a search for me, a new feeling experience, coupled with psychological preparation, it is not unacceptable; in comparison, Valentin makes it difficult for me to understand After all, he still only wants to admit that he is looking for Kuznetsov, and only wants to look for those girls with clearly marked prices. So many girls, so many Sophias, what is he defending?
He went out wiping my shoulders, smelling of peppermint, his shaving lotion.He just shaved his beard and was going to see someone.
"Valentin," I called to him, and he immediately stopped and turned around.
"I don't mind if you bring it back." I shouted from behind.
His lips were tightly closed, his breath was tangled in a white ball, he didn't answer anything, and walked away with a turn of his heels.
I really don't mind.As I said, since I dared to bring it up, Xiao had already thought about it countless times in my mind, and the thought was so painful that I was numb, so that no matter what he did, he would never be able to hurt me again; I thought, in this way, I Then he can divert his attention to new feelings and new experiences, and focus less on himself, which may be a way to get out, or a positive self-help.Contrary to Valentin, my problem is precisely that my self-esteem is too low, so low that I can't really punish him cruelly, so that I can only torture myself in order to obtain some painful pleasure, as if this is the Holy Father, just a poor man People, sympathy and pity are all mine in the end.
But nothing but Valentin's mercy is what I want.I want him to feel guilty, I want him to regret, but I don't want him to pity me-everyone can, but he can't.