Far away in Moscow

Chapter 18 The Bleeding Bayin
"Oh! What's wrong?! What's going on?" Li Baoqing took a few steps forward, saw the two people at the door covered in blood, and carefully identified the two people at the door. They turned out to be Bayin and Persimmon Face.

Hu Yi rushed over and asked, "Bayin, what's the matter?" Looking at the dim light, the skin of Persimmon Bread's face was bruised from the beating, and the already fierce flat face was covered with clotted blood, which was very black. terrible.

Bayin looked slightly injured, but his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, there was a big gash at the corner of his eye, and there were dried blood stains around his nose and mouth.His already high and protruding cheekbones made his injured cheeks swollen, and his small eyes were almost buried in the wound and blood.

"Skinhead, it's on the basketball court next to the street." Bayin replied hoarsely, and at the same time straightened his back vigorously, as if he didn't want to embarrass the Mongolian in front of foreign friends. Hurting his self-esteem, he had to look down at the floor.

Hu Yi was stunned: "Why?"

Bayin shook his head, but said nothing.Persimmon Bread replied coldly, "No reason."

The students rushing in and out of the gate cast curious and sympathetic eyes on the two Mongolians. The security guard and the store owner watched from afar, whispering to each other while shaking their heads and sighing.Li Baoqing clicked his tongue repeatedly, frowned and turned his head to ask Hu Yi in a low voice: "He just said to tear... What did you tear?"

"Skinhead is a skinhead." Hu Yi explained in a low voice.He felt a little flustered. In the days when he first arrived in Moscow, he often heard people mention the atrocities of skinheads, but he never encountered them. After a long time, he gradually stopped taking them seriously.

The experience of the two Mongols reminded him that there is still such a dangerous group on the street, and he should be more careful when going out in the future.

Bayin and Persimmon Bread Face didn't want to stay downstairs any longer, they stubbornly puffed up their chests and walked towards the elevator, staring straight ahead coldly, no longer meeting anyone's gaze.Li Baoqing looked at their backs and muttered to himself: "Why...how is this? It's so lawless."

Back in the dormitory, Li Baoqing rushed into the kitchen to order instant noodles. Hu Yi dug out a small bottle of Yunnan Baiyao from the box, went to Bayin's room and knocked on the door.

Bayin had just washed off the blood stains on his face, covered the wound at the corner of his eye with a towel, his expression was as cold and resolute as ever.

"Medicine." Hu Yi pointed to his face and explained how to use it with gestures.

"Thank you." Bayin looked at Hu Yi gratefully, then lowered his head and bit his lips hard, as if trying to suppress his emotions.Suddenly he stretched out his hand to cover his mouth again, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He cried?Hu Yi was slightly taken aback, feeling very uncomfortable: This Mongolian guy has always been perceived as a tough guy with strong bones, but today he would hide his face and cry in front of himself, a foreigner.It is conceivable that what happened just now must have made him feel extremely humiliated.

Thinking of this, Hu Yi couldn't help feeling empathy, and quickly patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "It's okay, don't be like this. There are many skinheads. There are few Mongols. Don't be sad, take a good rest and sleep."

Bayin raised his head, but there were no tears in his eyes, and he was smiling with his lips pursed.I saw that his face was covered with bruises and swelling, his smile was both happy and restrained, his distorted face was almost weird.

Hu Yi felt uneasy, and asked in a deep voice, "You...what are you laughing at?"

Probably because the wound was touched when he grinned, Bayin bared his teeth in pain, tried his best to suppress a smile and asked, "Anton, what happened to your hair?"

Hu Yi's face turned green, and he forced a smile: "What? Do you think... pretty?"

"It's not happy, it's so unhappy." Bayin threw the blood-stained towel on the table casually, and said with his hands on his hips, "To be honest, seeing your hair makes my face no longer hurt."

Damn it, I was in the mood to scratch my hair, it seems that I was beaten lightly.Hu Yi laughed and cursed, punched Bayin's chest moderately, turned around and went out, stood in the corridor thinking for a while, went straight to Yu Feifei's room, and knocked on the door.

It was Dam who opened the door. She looked up at Hu Yi, her two big eyes shining strangely: "Oh? Your hair..."

"I understand, I understand." Hu Yi smiled angrily: "Is Feifei at home?"

"She's taking a shower." Dam yelled to the bathroom, "Feifei, Anton is here!"

The sound of rushing water in the bathroom stopped, and Yu Feifei opened the door a little, showing half of her face and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, it's okay." Hu Yi looked sideways unnaturally: "Where are your long scissors? Lend me to use them, I want to... cut my hair."

"How do you cut it yourself?" Yu Feifei giggled a few times behind the door: "You go back first, I will help you later."

Hu Yiyixi: "Okay. Do you know how to get a haircut?"

"It's a little bit." Yu Feifei blinked: "I used to shave the dog at home."

Back in the house, Li Baoqing had already eaten a large bowl of instant noodles like a storm, and was lying at the table doing homework with a sad face.Hu Yi finished eating the bowl he left for him, cleaned up the dishes, then raised the mirror, carefully thinking about how to clean up the broken hairstyle.

While worrying, Yu Feifei knocked on the door with scissors and a poncho and entered the room. Her wet long black hair was casually scattered behind her head. A high-necked slim beige thin sweater perfectly fit her body curves, showing her slender waist and concave-convex. An irresistible youthful breath of the girl next door rushed over.

Both Hu Yi and Li Baoqing felt their cheeks a little hot, and couldn't help staring at her a few more times.Yu Feifei didn't notice the strangeness between the two of them, and handed the poncho to Hu Yi: "Sit down, and put this on."

Hu Yiyiyan put on the poncho, and obediently sat on the chair in the middle of the room.Yu Feifei walked around him, stretched out her hand and gesticulated on his head a few times, stared at Hu Yi and hesitated softly: "Actually, I'm not sure, what if... what if you can't cut it well?" Don't blame me."

Hu Yi closed his eyes: "It's okay, just get rid of the few hairs on the front of his forehead." He usually looks carefree in front of his classmates, but now he seems to be melted by Yu Feifei's femininity In general, she encouraged him softly: "Just think of it as shaving your dog, anyway, it will be better than what it is now."

Yu Feifei pursed her lips and smiled, leaned down and started to do it.Hu Yi smelled a faint fragrance, and couldn't tell whether it came from her hair or her body, but felt a weak and boneless hand sliding back and forth on top of her head, and couldn't help shaking her heart.

Under the circumstances, Yu Feifei's craftsmanship is not so important.Anyway, there is no mirror in front of her, and Hu Yi no longer worries about how her hair will be cut, and simply lets her do whatever she wants.

Yu Feifei's complexion was solemn, and she carefully trimmed bit by bit, sometimes exclaiming in surprise and sticking out her tongue, sometimes looking at Hu Yi in silence, and sometimes nodding in satisfaction.Li Baoqing also occasionally laughed slyly behind him, which made Hu Yi feel agitated.

After more than half an hour, Yu Feifei just stopped, looked around Hu Yi carefully for a while, and held up a small mirror in front of him hesitantly: "Look, is this okay?"

(End of this chapter)