Far away in Moscow

Chapter 64 Spice Monger and Rock Singer

Hu Yi walked to the desk with a smile on his face, and handed over his passport, student ID card, a stack of photocopies and application materials: "Hello, I am a newly enrolled first-year student, and I want to live in Building 10."

Brother Xiao Ma sat down slowly with one leg propped up, took the ID and quickly glanced at it, then looked at Hu Yi jokingly, suddenly grinned, and chuckled a few times with a hoarse voice, "Hey Hey Hey" , looked very happy.

Hu Yi naturally knew why he was laughing, and smiled without changing his face: "You can call me Anton."

Brother Xiao Ma realized that he was not being polite, so he quickly touched his nose with his hand, raised his buttocks and shook hands with him in apologetic way: "I'm Maxim. Good evening, Anton."

Sure enough, your surname is also Ma.Hu Yi smiled secretly, nodded at him and said, "Good evening."

Brother Xiao Ma read his materials again, raised his head lightly and asked, "What kind of room do you want to live in?"

"What kind?" Hu Yi murmured and repeated, and replied casually: "Then...it's better."

Brother Xiao Ma frowned and smiled: "Everyone wants a good room. What kind of room is good?" Before Hu Yi could speak, he reached out and wrote down two room numbers on a piece of paper and handed it to him: "School will start soon, There are not many rooms left. Go and have a look at these two houses and choose the one you like."

The room type of the high-rise dormitory at Youda is a suite structure similar to the Maji dormitory. The difference is that each suite has two bedrooms, one large and one small. The big room in room A accommodates three people, and the small room in room B lives for two people.There is no kitchen in the suite, the bathroom and toilet are separated, and there is a bathtub for soaking.

What Brother Xiaoma wrote on the paper was a big three-person room. Hu Yi came to the door of the first room and knocked lightly on the door a few times.Only a moment later, there was the sound of the bedroom door opening, followed by a weak male voice asking through the door, "Who is it?"

Before Hu Yi answered, the door opened.A strong smell of spices hit his face, making him wrinkle his nose.Standing inside the door was a chubby South Asian guy with darker skin and gold-rimmed glasses, with a sticky voice: "Who are you looking for?"

"I'm a freshman, and the administrator arranged for me to live here." Hu Yi smiled politely: "Can I go in and have a look?"

"Live here?" The boy hesitated for a moment, then turned back reluctantly and said, "Come and see."

Hu Yi followed him into the room, and saw a thin guy with a similar complexion to the fat guy sitting in front of the desk, writing hard under the lamp.The skinny guy must have heard the conversation between the two, he turned his face lifelessly and nodded slightly at Hu Yi, his eyes full of sorrow.

Hu Yi felt that he seemed unwelcome, so he took the initiative to say: "I am Chinese. Are you from India?"

The fat guy took a deep look at Hu Yi, and said softly, "Pakistan."

"Oh!" Hu Yi was a little embarrassed, and quickly turned his head to look at the room: "Inside...inside...good guy, it's quite crowded."

This room is a three-person room, but it is extremely crowded if only two people live in it. Except for two beds, two writing desks and a small dining table, the rest of the room is full of various sundries, almost standing side by side. Both places are hard to find.

Hu Yi looked back at the fat guy: "Here, why are there only two beds? Where's the other one?"

The fat guy leaned against the wall with his hands behind his back and shook his head: "No more, you can find another one yourself."

Hu Yi smiled wryly: "Even if I find a bed, there is nowhere to put it!"

The fat guy shrugged, and a hint of joy flashed across his face: "There is really no place."

Seeing his appearance, Hu Yi was a little unhappy. He crossed his hands on his chest and walked to the wall, pointing to a pile of boxes covered under a torn bed sheet and asked, "Can these things be moved?"

The skinny guy said coldly: "No, those are all my books."

"What about those?" Hu Yi pointed to several large cardboard boxes by the other wall, which were filled with large and small plastic bags with incomprehensible words written on them.

"That doesn't work either." The fat boy stretched out his hand to adjust his glasses, and stammered, "That's our... product."

"Goods?!" Hu Yi squeezed his head over and took a look. It turned out that there were all kinds of seasonings inside, and the smell of spices in the room came from here.

"Yes, if you need it, you can buy it from us." The fat guy smiled timidly, "It's very cheap."

With these few boxes of spices smoking, even if there is a bed in the house, I can't live in it.Hu Yi smiled at the fat guy, turned around and went out to find the second room.

Far away, he faintly heard a burst of manic playing and singing coming from the front.Walking closer, I saw that the door of the room was open, and the sound of guitar and singing came from the bedroom.

Hu Yi reached out and knocked on the bedroom door, and a black girl in bloomers and a tight T-shirt opened the door: "Hello?"

"...Hello." Hu Yichi was stunned for a moment: "I'm new here, and the administrator said there are still vacant beds in this room."

The singing and guitar sound stopped abruptly, the girl was slightly taken aback, she shook her head firmly and said, "No, this room is already full."

"Full?" Hu Yi looked at the paper in his hand, and then at the number on the gate: "But the administrator said..."

"It's really full." The girl interrupted him, and moved aside to open the door: "If you don't believe me, come and see."

Hu Yi stepped into the door, and saw two beds, one large and one small, against the wall in the room, with a wire drawn in between, and a dirty cloth curtain hung on the wire.Two big black brothers sat on the bed and stared blankly at him. The one with the guitar in his arms had dreadlocks, and the other was shirtless. He held a cooking spatula upside down, which seemed to be used as a microphone.

"Look, one, two, three, exactly three people." The girl shrugged: "There is really no room."

Hu Yi looked at her suspiciously: "You... live here too?"

"Of course." The girl pointed at the dreadlocks: "He is my boyfriend."

"Okay." Hu Yi backed out shyly: "Maybe the administrator made a mistake, I'll ask him."

"Please wait!" The girl seemed to have just thought of something, and chased Hu Yi to the corridor: "Please don't tell the administrator, please?"

"why?"

"Actually, I didn't check in. If you tell the administrator, I will definitely be kicked out." The black girl said earnestly: "Please just say that you don't like this room, can you?"

"OK." Hu Yi nodded happily in agreement.In fact, even without this girl, he really didn't want to live in the same room with two rock singers.

The black girl thanked her repeatedly, turned and went back to the house.Hu Yi casually strolled a few steps in the corridor, and suddenly heard a familiar sound of "哗啦哗啦" from the next room, accompanied by a few Chinese words that did not control the volume.

Hu Yi became curious and saw that the door of the room was open, so he walked in and took a look into the bedroom.I saw a square table in the middle of the room, and four Chinese students were sitting around the table playing mahjong. The sound I heard just now was that they were shuffling the cards.There are two computers on the table next to the wall. Two people are sitting with headphones on and holding a mouse. Looking at the screen, they seem to be playing CS.

The person facing the door saw Hu Yi, raised his head and squinted his eyes and asked, "Hey? Who is it?"

(End of this chapter)