Far away in Moscow

Chapter 56 Parting Words
The bald man on the opposite side also cursed aggressively, but unfortunately the roar of the vehicle suppressed their voices, and neither side could hear what the other side was yelling clearly.

After exchanging a few words across the wide road, the skinheads were probably tired of shouting, and looked around angrily.Hu Yi frowned and said, "What are they doing? Are they looking for an underground passage?"

The two hurriedly looked around, only to see the riot police outflanking the sidewalk on the opposite side in both directions. The bald men turned around and planned to run back, but their retreat was blocked by the policemen holding shields.There was a fat, bald man who wanted to rush out of the encirclement, but was hit by a shield by the policeman next to him, turned over and fell, and covered his head and face with a baton.The rest of the dozen or so people didn't dare to move any more when they saw this, and they lay on the ground with their heads in their arms obediently, and were made dumplings by the police just like that.

"Okay! Well done!" Li Baoqing laughed long and joyously.Hu Yi slumped on the ground: "Damn! Today is really exhausting, I'm exhausted."

Li Baoqing raised his trouser legs and squatted beside him: "Isn't it? It's like being chased and killed in a movie. It's not easy to earn more than 1000 rubles!"

Hu Yi said angrily: "Nonsense! Isn't it all because of you? We could have left a long time ago, why do you have to beat that tall bald head? Do you know him?"

"Yeah." Li Baoqing touched the scar on his face subconsciously: "When Brother Tao and I met a skinhead, he was the one who hit me on the face."

Hu Yi stared at him for a while, then murmured: "Oh, that...it's really a coincidence, you have a pretty good memory."

"Yes, it's a coincidence. He looks quite distinctive, and he is dressed exactly the same as that day, otherwise I might not be able to recognize him." Li Baoqing nodded silently: "I don't know how your classmate is doing."

Hu Yi struggled to get up and patted his butt, and looked across the road for a moment: "There are so many policemen here, he should be fine. Let's go, right and wrong, don't stay for long."

Although the police cleared the battlefield, there must still be a lot of skinheads scattered around.The two dared not take the subway, so they took a taxi home, changed their clothes, took a rest, and hurried to the Huanghai Hotel.

The attendance rate in the store has increased in recent days, and the back kitchen has been busy until after nine o'clock.After dinner, both of them felt exhausted. They stared at the clock until the end of get off work time, and fell asleep when they returned to the dormitory.

This sleep was so deep that Hu Yi and Li Baoqing didn't hear the alarm clock the next morning, thanks to Zhou Dali who dragged them out of bed.Hu Yi yawned and walked out of the dormitory for a trot, still faintly worried about whether Wuga was safe or not.

I came to the teaching building during the class time, and as soon as I entered the corridor, I heard Wuga's drake voice yelling loudly in the classroom.Hu Yidun felt relieved, and when he entered the door, Wuga had two band-aids on his face, a slight bruise near the bridge of his nose, and a thick gauze wrapped around his right hand. full.

"Anton! Guess what?" The Sri Lankan girl's face was full of admiration: "Wuga participated in the conflict in Izmailova yesterday, and he defeated twelve skinheads with his bare hands!"

Hu Yi glanced at Wu Ga with a half-smile: "Really? Hehe."

The Israeli girl next to her seemed to have doubts about Wuga's impressive record. Seeing Hu Yi's indifferent face, she asked, "Anton, were you there yesterday?"

"He didn't participate!" Wu Ga rushed to reply: "Chinese people love peace and don't like fighting." As he spoke, he secretly winked at Hu Yi and put on a battle-tested expression: "Unfortunately, You can't appreciate the thrill that fighting brings to a man."

"Yes, pleasure." Hu Yi nodded, seeing the teacher walk into the classroom, he threw down his schoolbag and sat beside Wuga, and said in a low voice, "Did you really defeat twelve people by yourself?"

"Of course, it's a pity that you weren't here, so I couldn't see it with my own eyes."

"Oh, what a pity." Hu Yi looked at him calmly: "Are your clothes okay?"

Wuga was startled: "Clothes? What clothes?"

"Mom bought you new clothes."

Wuga suddenly became vigilant, and hesitantly said: "You...you? What...what do you mean?"

"I'm just passing by! Please let me go!" Hu Yi imitated Wuga's cry with a hoarse voice: "The new clothes my mother bought for me are dirty!"

Wuga looked very embarrassed, and stared at Hu Yi for a while: "How did you know? Where were you at that time?"

Hu Yi smiled and said nothing.Wuga turned his head and saw that the teacher was chatting with other students, so he quickly leaned into his ear and whispered, "Please don't tell anyone else!"

Hu Yi still didn't speak.Wuga hesitated and said, "Tonight, I'll treat you to barbecue! And that friend, Li, okay?"

"Forget it, we still have work at night." Hu Yi smiled and squinted at him: "Don't worry, I didn't go anywhere yesterday. I stayed in the dormitory all day and didn't know anything."

As the weather gradually warmed up, the Chinese food business of Huanghai Hotel suddenly boomed during this period.Not only the number of individual tourists has increased significantly, but also many domestic tour groups, study groups and business groups come to eat, and the kitchen becomes very busy all of a sudden.

The workload suddenly increased, and Hu Yi and Li Baoqing's originally easy working life suddenly became much more difficult.The price of group meals is relatively low, and the dishes are naturally based on a large number of cheap raw materials.The two passed countless potatoes, carrots, green peppers, and cabbages every day. After work, the sound of kitchen knives hitting the cutting board rhythmically echoed in their ears. Even in their dreams, they kept cutting everywhere: in the dormitory, in the classroom, Cutting at home, cutting on the train, cutting in the toilet, cutting with homework, sometimes changing places three or four times a night, always waking up exhausted, with both eyes looking like potatoes and carrots.

I don't have a good rest at night, and naturally I am listless and drowsy in class during the day.Hu Yi felt that the right shoulder socket was hot all day long, and it was sore and painful after a little effort.The wrist is also limp and weak, and it is difficult to hold the pen. The Russian letters written are like dogs crawling.

The right arm suffered, and the left was not spared either.Fatigue work will inevitably make mistakes from time to time, and if the cutting board makes a mistake, it is easy to cut your hand.The fingers of the two were stabbed twice in three days, and there were always a few band-aids by the table, and often the old stickers were not removed, and the new ones came again.

That's all. Hu Yi and Li Baoqing are both over 1.8 meters tall. It is very difficult to cut vegetables with their backs bowed and their heads bowed. It is even more difficult to maintain the same posture for a long time.Now when the two of them picked up the kitchen knife, their waists and eyes felt tight. When they stood in front of the chopping board, it seemed that there was a grinding disc on their backs, and there was no comfort in their upper body.

After cutting another pot of potatoes, Hu Yi walked outside the house with his arms on his waist and lit a cigarette. He squatted on the ground with his feet spread apart, his arms resting on his knees, and he stretched his stiff back as much as he could.This squatting position was later named "Asian squatting", and it is a favorite relaxation position between working on the chopping board in the back kitchen.

Li Baoqing also turned his arms and came over and squatted aside. He has no energy to help others now, and when he has time to rest, he and Hu Yi get together and complain: "Damn, let me cut up all the potatoes in this life. I wasn’t so tired when I was practicing track and field back then.”

"Are you tired too?" Hu Yi let out a smoke ring listlessly: "Aren't you a javelin thrower? Don't you claim to have superior upper body strength?"

"Is there a comparison between the two? Cutting vegetables is purely a repetitive mechanical movement of one arm, while the javelin relies on the explosive power of the whole body, and the legs, hips, waist, abdomen, chest, shoulders and arms transmit power to the hands in turn. It is not the same thing at all." Li Baoqing had a rare opportunity to educate Hu Yi, and he did not forget to add in time: "I'm really uneducated."

Hu Yi smiled lazily, and didn't even have the energy to argue with him.Li Baoqing said again: "Actually, the arms are a trivial matter, the key is that the waist can't stand it, and I have to sleep on my stomach at night."

"Same, me too." Hu Yi stretched his waist hard, turned his head to look at him: "It's a bit overwhelming, let's leave after this month's work."

"Give up?" Li Baoqing was startled: "Then... it's only been three months in total, and I've only earned [-] dollars. I'm afraid it's not enough, right?"

"It's not enough. But during this period of time, the class is sloppy, and the homework is not very good. We need to spare some time to work hard. The exam is coming in June. At least I have to impress the teacher. Let's go." Hu Yi stubbed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can, "The problem of money is not difficult to solve, we can figure out a solution after we graduate from the preparatory school."

Li Baoqing pondered for a while, nodded and said: "That's fine, maybe I can find a job that earns a lot of money, at least I don't have to be as tired as I am now."

"That's right! That's it." Hu Yi put his hands on his knees and stood up with difficulty: "Call Brother Qiang tomorrow, and then say hello to the head chef in advance."

"Why are you looking for the head chef? Complaining?" Lao Wei happened to open the door and walked out of the kitchen, gnawed on a carrot and said with a smile, "I see you are so tired that you can't even straighten your waist. You look pretty strong, why not?" ? You won’t hit the cut vegetables?”

"It's true that I didn't win." Hu Yi said with a smile: "Brother Wei, I was just about to tell you that we plan to resign at the end of the month."

"Resign? Don't do it?" Old Wei chewed a carrot in his mouth for a long time, folded his arms and said, "Okay, let's go. You are young, and you are nestled in the kitchen every day. What's the point? Go to school well to have a future."

"No, it's actually quite interesting here." Li Baoqing stood up with his support against the wall: "The main reason is that we have an exam coming soon, so we have to study hard for a few days."

"Yes, yes. Studying is important." Old Wei had a serious face, and then he grinned again: "I'll come back and take a look when I pass by here when I have nothing to do. I can cook whatever you want to eat."

"Okay, we will definitely come." Hu Yi put his hand on Old Wei's shoulder with enthusiasm in his heart: "Brother Wei, you have taken care of me these past few months, and we both thank you from the bottom of our hearts. We are about to leave soon , I want to tell you something from my heart, you...don't be offended."

Old Wei glared at him: "Thank you for what? Don't be so polite. Just say what you have to say, I have nothing to blame!"

"I would like to persuade you." Hu Yi hesitated a little, and lowered his voice: "You, don't eat the food in the shop. The head chef looks at you with white eyes all day long, don't you feel it?"

Old Wei was holding half of the carrot for a while, his expression became a little awkward: "Eat... there's nothing to eat a la carte, and it's not a valuable thing. I just eat and play casually when I go to work. The cutting boards and vegetable washing The dish washer secretly brought it home!"

"We are all from Shandong, we are not familiar with others, so we can't tell." Hu Yi's smile was a little cramped: "Besides, those people are doing chores like us, so you can be regarded as a master at any rate. How indecent is it for someone to poke the spine in the back?"

(End of this chapter)