Far away in Moscow

Chapter 167 Juan Dongfengxue Men's Restroom
It's not yet 05:30, it seems too early to eat now.Hu Yi walked towards the Yellow Tower, took out his mobile phone and dialed Liu's number on the way: "Brother Liu, Happy Chinese New Year."

"Oh! Happy New Year, brother, Happy New Year!" Da Liu's flat voice was faintly flattered and joyful: "I wish you an early New Year."

"New Year's greetings to you too." Hu Yi said with a smile: "I finished reading the book I rented last time, and I want to find you to change it. Didn't I bother you to eat?"

"No, no, don't bother, we haven't had dinner yet." Da Liu hurriedly agreed, "What book are you reading? I'll send it to you."

"The road is difficult, don't run out, I will be at your house in a while." Hu Yi pondered for a while: "You can get me a copy of today's newspaper, and help me find a copy... find a copy of "Water Margin"."

A few minutes later, Hu Yi came to Huanglou through the thick snow.Da Liu was dragging a broken leg and was waiting at the door of the building. When he saw him from a distance, he greeted him warmly: "Brother Hu, it's [-] years old today, are you coming home from get off work so late?"

"Yeah, I'm delayed by something." Hu Yi replied vaguely, hid under the eaves of the building door, took off a glove, and sniffed vigorously while whipping the snow on his body: "Hey, the corridor It’s fragrant enough, the New Year’s Eve dinner is quite rich, right?”

"It's okay. When the big guys get together to eat, it must be richer. The poor also have to celebrate the New Year." Da Liu handed over the newspaper and a copy of "Water Margin" with both hands, and said a little awkwardly: "But the food No matter how fragrant it is, it can't cover the evil smell in the corridor, if you...don't mind it, why don't you come in and have a cup of Chinese New Year wine?"

"If you say this, you will be offended. You don't hate it." Hu Yi handed him the book and the money he had finished reading, and smiled slightly: "My friends at home are waiting for me to go back, and they will come to bother me some other day." .”

"Okay, then you go slowly." Da Liu nodded respectfully: "I wish you a happy new year and good fortune!"

"Thank you! I also wish you all the best and all the best." Hu Yi put the books and newspapers in his arms, waved at him, turned and left the Yellow Tower and walked to a nearby restaurant.

I'm a little hungry.What he said just now that the fried noodles are not fresh was just a lie to comfort Fu Jiahui. In fact, he drank two bowls of wontons at noon, and he had almost digested them by now.

Most of the Chinese restaurants in the market are closed tonight. Fortunately, Hu Yiben does not appreciate their poor cooking skills, and will not feel depressed because of it.He walked around a few times, and finally got into a small restaurant full of Central Asian style.

There are few customers in the small restaurant at the moment, and the warm room is filled with rich and attractive scents of suet and cheese, which can easily arouse people's appetite on this cold winter night.

After all, it was New Year's Eve, and I had four thousand rubles more on hand, so let's eat something good for this one-person New Year's Eve dinner.Hu Yi studied the menu for a long time, and ordered a mutton fried rice, two baked buns, a stewed mutton and a side dish.

The serving speed is not fast, and the portion of the dishes is quite sufficient, but the taste is relatively average.He slowly swept away everything on the table, sat in the shop and read the newspaper for a while, and stayed until 07:30 before walking out of the restaurant with a full belch.

The snow that fell from the sky had turned into fine icicles, and it hurt a little to be hit on the face by the wind.Hu Yi turned up his collar and wrapped up his scarf, and moved his feet in the snow with his head buried, and hurried all the way to the parking lot.

There weren't many cars on the parking lot, and some heavily wrapped workers were busy shoveling the snow in the middle of the road to the sides.He first went to the hut at the bank to pay the shipping fee, then stood by the empty parking lot and looked towards the vehicle entrance.

In the past, there was an approximate time to pick up the goods at night, but today's departure was delayed, and I don't know what time it will arrive.Although Fu Jiahui asked himself to find a warm place to stay, he was always worried, lest he would not be there when the car arrived and lose the boss's goods.

Anyway, it's still frozen in the box, so why not just wait in the parking lot.What's more, the snow on the road is too deep, and the distance of several hundred meters is easy to walk on weekdays, but now it takes a lot of effort to go back and forth.

After standing stupidly for a while, the heat accumulated on his body during the meal just now cooled down quickly.The cold air penetrated into the skin through several layers of clothes, and Hu Yi's body felt tight, and he faintly felt the urge to urinate, so he walked into the nearby public toilet with his nose sniffling.

The toilet is much warmer than outside.After urinating, Hu Yi took off his gloves, lit a cigarette and took a couple of puffs. He actually felt very comfortable staying here.

The toilet was cleaned very cleanly. Although there was a faint smell of urine unavoidably, it was much fresher than the smell in the yellow building, and a few puffs of smoke could cover it up for a while.

This is a good place, much better than standing outside in the cold.Hu Yi looked around, took a plastic bucket for cleaning to the sink and rinsed it carefully, put it on the corner of the wall away from the urinal and well-lit, and then sat on it with a newspaper.

It's quite comfortable.Satisfied in his heart, he couldn't help raising his legs, took out "Water Margin" from his arms, and began to read slowly.

Although the smell of this place is a little bad, and occasionally some cold wind will be blown in when someone comes in and out, but both the temperature and the light are a hundred times stronger than those in the box.Hu Yi smoked a cigarette to drive away the smell while reading a book, and occasionally took out his mobile phone to send text messages to chat with Natasha, or exchange New Year greetings with friends, without feeling uncomfortable at all.

Every 10 minutes or so, he would get up and go to the door to have a look at the unloading place. If there is no car, he will come back and continue to sit. If there is a car, he will go to have a look, but he never waits for the truck he wants to pick up.

I was bored in the toilet for two hours at a stretch, and it was already past ten o'clock.Hu Yi was a little tired from reading, so he got up and went to the door and twisted his waist.

The snow seemed to be getting heavier again. He walked out of the toilet and saw a group of porters chatting at the unloading area from a distance, so he slowly walked over with his arms swinging.

People in the market call those porters who are responsible for transporting goods with flatbed trucks "Bacha", which can be understood as the meaning of coolies.

Bacha’s job is a bit like a taxi: they are managed by the market company, and they are assigned to various areas by the company after registration. They can only work in the specified area at ordinary times, but they can deliver goods to customers in the market according to the requirements of customers. anywhere.

Since it is a coolie, it must be heavy physical work, and it is impossible to do it without shoulder strength.Most of the bacha on the market come from some poorer former Soviet countries such as Tajikistan and Kyrgyzstan. They are all strong and hardworking, and they move around tirelessly all day long. The site is waiting for live to come to your door.

A group of Baqia who are in charge of this area in the parking lot have just returned from delivering goods one after another, and are squatting at the base of the wall, talking and laughing loudly.Hu Yi came closer and saw that they were laughing at a square-faced man with his head bowed, but they were not speaking Russian.

The man was a little annoyed by being laughed at, but he didn't like to get angry. He raised his eyes and saw Hu Yi walking towards him, so he hurriedly got up and wanted to talk to him.Unexpectedly, a big, strong black-haired Baqia greeted him first: "Boss! New Sun District 8? Right?"

"That's right." Hu Yi nodded.He has worked in the market for more than ten days, and he has to pick up goods in the parking lot almost every day. The clever Bacha has already remembered him.

And he also saw the familiar black hair in front of him, so he asked casually, "When will our goods come?"

"Who knows, everyone is waiting." Hei Mao shrugged his shoulders, spit out the chewing tobacco that the Bachas often held in their mouths, and winked at him seriously: "Don't worry." Come on, I'll take care of your cargo."

"Thank you." Hu Yi smiled lightly, raised his hand and pointed backwards: "I'm waiting in the toilet, please call me when the car comes."

"No problem, don't worry, leave it to me." Heimao repeatedly agreed, and retreated to the wall.Hu Yi walked around the neighborhood, feeling a little cold again, and then went back to the toilet and continued to pick up the book.

He has read the story of "Water Margin" since he was a child, but at first he read children's books mainly based on paintings.Now that I am older, reading the original book will naturally have a different taste.

As the saying goes, if you are old, you don't read the Three Kingdoms, and if you are young, you don't read the Water Margin.Hu Yi lived outside alone for a few years, and a little of his youthful vigor was worn away by various minor disasters, but he was inevitably a little youthful after all.Just now when I read that Lin Chong entered the White Tiger Festival Hall by mistake and was framed and assassinated in Cangzhou, I felt that the boss was unhappy, so I wandered out to chat with Baqia.

Now I came back and continued to read. After reading "The Fengxue Mountain Temple of Lin Jiaotou, Lu Yuhou Fired the Forage Field", I couldn't help but feel very comfortable for Lin Chong's killing his enemies.Hearing the sound of wind and snow outside the house getting louder, Hu Yi stretched out his hand and patted the wall, shaking his head and talking to himself: "In ancient times, there was the Fengxue Mountain Temple of Talin's leader, but now there is Hu... Hu Andong Fengxue... Fengxue... Snowman toilet!"

As soon as the words came out, I couldn't help but burst into laughter.Just laughed a few times, and saw the thick curtain at the door of the toilet lifted, and the black-haired Bacha just looked in: "Friend, come quickly! Your goods have arrived!"

(End of this chapter)