Far away in Moscow

Chapter 31 All the Men Gather Here

The four of them spoke at the same time, but the prep student understood clearly, and answered in an orderly manner: "In the residential area across the road, there are about a dozen or so boys with hair, not like skinheads. I haven't done anything yet when I came over. , just cursing and cursing around the two of them, it might be a disadvantage right now."

"Damn it! Copy that guy! Let's go!" Yan Zhiwen cursed angrily, and picked up the half-meter-long steel chain on which he tied the key from the window sill and held it in his hand.

Xu Qiang frowned and said, "Zhiwen, don't get excited, we have few people, go and see the situation first, and it's best not to have conflicts. Your chain is dancing, be careful not to hurt your own people."

"Yes, there are too few of us!" Yan Zhiwen quickly put on his big leather boots, and ordered the preparatory student who reported the letter: "Let's rush over first, and you go and call all the Chinese gentlemen in the building!"

Hu Yi felt a surge of enthusiasm, looked at the guys around who didn't take advantage of it, and rushed into the kitchen, picked up the kitchen knife and held it in his hand.When I went back to the bedroom, all three of them had gone out, only Peng Song was still sitting on the sofa holding Lu Tao's guitar in a daze.Hu Yi waved at him and said, "Hurry up! Find someone to hold it!"

"I, I..." Peng Song's voice trembled a little: "Shall I go too?"

Hu Yi glared: "Damn! You are such a grandson! How did Li Baoqing treat you? Now that something happened to him, you don't even dare to help? There are so many people, what are you afraid of!"

"Hey, hey! I'm not afraid, I'll go!" Peng Song dropped the guitar and got up, and said with a bitter face, "I'm still wearing slippers, why don't you go back to the house and change your shoes?"

"It's too late!" Hu Yi yelled, "What to change!"

"Okay!" Peng Song ran into the kitchen to search around, and followed Hu Yi to the elevator with a frying pan in his hand.

The store on the first floor is not too busy at the moment. The Arab boss is standing in the lobby chatting with the security guard as usual, when he suddenly heard the elevator button "snap", a group of Chinese rushed out, two big men in front of him Holding a kitchen knife, one of them was carrying a chain, frowning and staring, murderous.

Followed closely behind them were two small men with empty hands, one in a suit and leather shoes, with an elegant demeanor;

The last person dragging behind was a chubby little man, who was almost squeezed by the closing elevator door when he got out of the elevator, and struggled a few times before pushing the door open again.With a frying pan in his hand and a pair of cotton slippers under his feet, he kicked and struggled to catch up with the four people in front, and followed them out of the dormitory gate in a hurry.

The store owner watched their backs and asked curiously, "Huh? What are these Chinese people going to do?"

The security guard stared at the door: "Looking at it like this, maybe they are going to fight?"

The boss shook his head: "Why do you have to take the pot when you fight?"

"I don't know." The security guard was a little worried: "Did you see that man holding a knife just now? It's such a big knife!"

"I see." The boss thought for a while, then said in a deep voice, "I've seen that kind of knife before."

"have you seen?"

"Yes, in the Chinese kitchen. Guess what? The Chinese use that kind of knife to cut vegetables." The boss stretched out his hand and made quick gestures: "I really don't understand why they use such a big knife."

While the two were discussing, another group of Chinese people poured out of the elevator. Some were carrying brooms, some were holding cooking shovels, some were holding rolling pins, and some were carrying leather shovels to the toilet. With a bad complexion and an angry face, they walked out of the gate with their arms swaying. It's a pity that some of them were still wearing colorful pajama pants, which unavoidably compromised their aura.

The security guard watched them run past in a daze, and frowned in confusion: "Are they with the group just now? It's a pot and a shovel. Could it be... cooking?"

"That's right, it should be a dinner party."

"Dinner? But their expressions are too serious."

"It's right to be serious." The store owner nodded with determination: "Did you know? Chinese people attach great importance to cooking. I heard that they still often worship the gods in charge of cooking until now. Many people even Pictures of the cooking gods are plastered on the walls."

The security guard suddenly realized: "Oh, no wonder the atmosphere is so tense, today must be the day they worship the god of cooking!"

"Not necessarily." The boss smiled slightly: "They are dressed very casually, maybe they are engaged in some kind of cooking competition. Chinese people just like to get together to study and cook."

Li Baoqing felt that he had memorized it very much, he had memorized it thoroughly.Not long ago, I met a skinhead, and now I have met a group of scoundrels for no reason.

He and Yu Feifei went to the market to buy some vegetables after class today. When they returned to the dormitory, they saw a group of young people gathered near the flower bed in the residential area. A 40-year-old black-haired Russian was speaking loudly to them. What.

Li Baoqing has seen that black hair several times. He should be a resident of the community. He often hangs out downstairs on weekdays. Every time he shows up, he is drunk. When he sees foreign students passing by, he stares coldly at him. He would utter two or three Russian words with unknown meanings inarticulately, or laugh a few times in an incoherent manner.

Li Baoqing usually keeps a respectful distance from this kind of alcoholic.Seeing him giving an impassioned speech to a group of young people today, he was totally different from his usual drunken demeanor, so I couldn't help but sneak a few glances at him when passing by the crowd.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he squinted, someone beside him suddenly stretched out his foot and tripped him.Unprepared, Li Baoqing staggered two steps and almost fell.Looking back, it was a young man in his 20s who stretched his feet, holding a bottle of beer, sitting on the flower bed and smiling provocatively at him.

Li Baoqing didn't want to provoke them, but hearing the presumptuous laughter of the people around him, he couldn't help frowning and muttering to himself: "Are you cheap? You're really sick."

He spoke Chinese, and the voice was not loud, but the young man seemed to find fault deliberately, and jumped down in front of him: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Li Baoqing looked away impatiently, and turned sideways to go around him.The guy stepped to block the road, and stretched out his hand to greet the rest of the people: "Come here, this guy scolded me."

"I...not." Li Baoqing felt bad for a while, and wanted to accuse the other party of stretching his legs and tripping him first, but he didn't know how to express it in Russian, so he could only stand there and watch several Russians surround himself and Yu Feifei In the middle.

The black-haired middle-aged man pushed aside the crowd and walked into the circle, then turned his head and asked the guy, "What's wrong? What did he scold you for?"

The young man folded his hands on his chest and raised his chin: "He didn't speak Russian, I don't understand, but he must be swearing."

Most of the people who surrounded them were seventeen or eighteen-year-old children, and some of them were probably underage. Although they were tall, they hadn't fully grown and looked skinny.The black-haired middle-aged man was very strong, with a chubby body, with Hu Yi's silly hairstyle before, holding a stainless steel flagon in his hand, and glared at Li Baoqing with the smell of alcohol: "Why are you swearing?"

"I didn't, it was him, he, he..." Li Baoqing said "he" several times, suffering from not being able to express himself, he could only pant heavily.

Hei Mao saw that he didn't speak Russian very well, and his expression became ferocious: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm a student! School, here; dormitory, over there!"

"I'm asking why you came to Moscow! You are a student? Why do you come here to study if you can't speak Russian?" Hei Mao pushed Li Baoqing's chest hard: "Speak! Why are you swearing?"

Li Baoqing was pushed back a few steps and retreated to the base of the wall.Seeing that these people were unreasonable, Yu Feifei couldn't help yelling loudly: "It's not his fault! We're walking, it's him—" As he spoke, he pointed at the Russian boy drinking beer, and then raised his leg to make a gesture : "His legs stick out like this, my friend almost fell!"

Li Baoqing repeatedly echoed: "Yes! That's right! It's him, it's him, it's him!"

Heimao took a sip of his wine, frowned and looked at the boy: "Is that so?"

"Lie." The boy still had a provocative expression: "My feet have been placed there all the time. He didn't have eyes when he walked, so he kicked my feet. I didn't expect that instead of apologizing, he would even scold me. "

"It's not true! It's not true!" Although Li Baoqing couldn't understand everything, he could probably guess that he was confusing black and white, trembling all over, and pointing at the young man tremblingly: "You...you...are not happy!"

The beer boy said with a sinister smile, "I'm telling the truth, you're a liar."

"not real!"

"Shut up! You liar!" Hei Mao glared at Li Baoqing viciously, and shouted to the children around him, "You see, what did I just say? These foreigners are the scourge. It's going to bring trouble to our lives, and the government should have kicked them all out long ago!"

The Russian children looked at Li Baoqing in unison, with indifferent and confused expressions.Seeing that his words didn't get an enthusiastic response, Hei Mao reached out and patted a child on the shoulder: "Do you still remember what I said just now? Why did your mother lose her job? Because the factory she worked in was overwhelmed by these foreigners!"

The child frowned slightly, and his breathing became heavy.Hei Mao pulled another child to his side again: "Why is your store becoming more and more difficult to operate? It is because foreigners sell cheap goods and interfere with the normal market order!"

Yu Feifei and Li Baoqing looked at them blankly, not knowing why.Hei Mao sneered, and raised his voice seriously: "Do you know? These despicable foreigners are like locusts flooding into Russia with a lot of dollars, destroying our economy, dumping fake and inferior goods, defrauding us of our money, and then sending us Buy it from the girl! They're shameless vampires! Worse than Yankees!"

This long series of words has greatly exceeded the vocabulary of the preparatory students. Yu Feifei can barely understand a few sentences, and Li Baoqing is even more confused. He thought Heimao was talking about what happened just now, and pointed The boy shouted: "It's not true! He is very unhappy!"

"I tell you to shut up!" Heimao hiccupped, raised his big hand and slapped Li Baoqing's forehead lightly, and then raised the jug high above his head: "Ten years later, Russia will become It is a paradise for foreigners, and you can only accept their oppression. Want to save our country? Then use your hands to drive them away!"

"Drive away!" A child suddenly threw an empty plastic Coke bottle at Li Baoqing, and the others followed suit, picking up things on the ground and throwing them at him.

"Oh! Stop it!" Yu Feifei shrank back in fright and leaned against the wall.Li Baoqing hurriedly stood in front of her. Fortunately, there were no broken bricks or tiles nearby. All he could pick up were dead branches and soft drink packaging boxes stuck in the snow mud. Added a lot of black marks.

The two were both shocked and angry, and really couldn't understand why these peers would besiege them for no reason.Their eyes clearly showed ignorance and innocence that had never been experienced before, but their faces were full of anger and hatred, and they cursed in the most vicious language without any scruples.

That black hair didn't do anything, just stood aside and fanned the flames.For a moment, Li Baoqing really wanted to rush up and fight this group of people to the death, but he gritted his teeth a few times and held back, hoping that they would stop in moderation.

This neighborhood is relatively secluded, and most of the passers-by who happened to pass by saw them hastily bypassed them and ignored them. Only a white-haired old lady with a hunchback yelled at her loudly.

Since no one interfered around, Li Baoqing did not resist, and became more and more presumptuous towards convenience.The beer-drinking boy came straight over, smiled and stretched out his hand to pat Li Baoqing's cheeks twice, and muttered something carelessly, which caused the other children to burst into laughter.

Li Baoqing couldn't bear it anymore, and was about to break out regardless, when he suddenly saw a group of people running into the community dragging a sparse team, the leader in the front was Yan Zhiwen, who was holding a steel chain in his hand, and rushed a few steps to pull He shouted loudly: "Baoqing! We're here! Are you okay!?"

"Brother Yan!" Li Baoqing lifted his spirits and shouted, "I'm fine! Damn it, these dead kids are bullying people too much!"

Lu Tao and others came to stand next to Yan Zhiwen one after another, and the children who besieged Li Baoqing saw so many people coming from the opposite side, they also retreated a few steps and gathered on both sides of Hei Mao.

A child moved a little slower, and when he retreated to Li Baoqing's side, he smiled eccentrically.Peng Song rushed towards him like a meatball and knocked him away. Then he held a frying pan in front of his chest as a breastplate, held the handle of the pan with his left hand, and gently supported the edge of the pan with his right hand. Beside Li Baoqing and Yu Feifei.

Heimao drunkenly looked at the group of people in front of him, took a sip from the flagon, and said with a sneer: "Comrades! Did you see that? These are the foreigners entrenched in Moscow! There are so many of them! They are so arrogant! How dare they Come and challenge us publicly!"

The group of Russian children were so excited by his incitement, they glared at the opposite Chinese with hostility.Hei Mao imitated the scene of William Wallace mobilizing the Scottish army before the war in "Braveheart" and walked around in front of them, waving one hand in the air: "Foreigners are parasitic on our land, I am about the same age as you, and will take away your jobs, your resources, and your women in the future, and then reproduce here! If this continues, will there be a place for us in Russia? What should we do?! "

"Get rid of these sons of bitches! Defend Moscow!" The beer-drinking boy slammed the bottle on the ground, and the other children were also excited, pointing their middle fingers and yelling at each other.

When people go abroad, the first thing they learn is the swear words in the local language. Of course, the Chinese preparatory students also learned a few words. When they heard the Russians scolding them, everyone couldn’t help but get angry. Slowly approach each other.

(End of this chapter)