Far away in Moscow

Chapter 82 Cang Om's Chinese name

"SD Province, have you heard of it?"

"Ah, SD province! I know, it's close to South Korea, it's close to Seoul!" Han Cang raised his head and thought for a while: "Confucius, SD province, right?"

"Yes, yes." Hu Yi nodded with a smile: "You know China quite well."

"Yes, many Koreans know about it." Han Cang said excitedly, "I also know...um...Zhuge Kongming! Zhao Zilong! Cao Cao!"

Although his pronunciation is not standard, but these names are too familiar to Chinese people, Hu Yi can understand them immediately, and unknowingly drew a little closer to him, and couldn't help but wonder: "That's right! You still what do you know?"

"I can write Chinese characters." Han Cang hummed, picked up a pen and paper, and thought about writing a few simple Chinese characters: ten, female, son, day, sky, middle, big, small.

Hu Yi was overjoyed, and suddenly remembered his strange name, so he tried to ask: "Can your name be written in Chinese characters?"

"Of course!" Han Cang nodded solemnly, and wrote three crooked traditional Chinese characters on the paper one stroke at a time: Han Yuanyun.

"Oh! Han Shangyun, Han Cang Om." Hu Yi repeatedly read the different pronunciations of Chinese and Korean: "Your name is not bad, it sounds good in Chinese."

Han Shangyun is 26 years old and comes from Busan, South Korea.According to the military service system implemented in South Korea, adult men without special circumstances must serve in the army.Han Shangyun is no exception, so although he is older, he has just graduated from college, and the men who came to eat together today are generally similar.

These Koreans did not come to Friendship University as students, but participated in a long-term international cultural exchange program between Russia and South Korea at their own expense, similar to studying abroad.They received short-term Russian training in South Korea before leaving, and they have a certain listening and reading ability, but their oral expression level is poor, especially Han Shangyun, whose Russian pronunciation is very bad, which often makes Hu Yi listen to dumbfounded.

Although he has just graduated from university, Han Shangyun's financial situation is still good, at least much better than Hu Yi.Just a few days after moving in, he has bought a lot of daily necessities for himself, and even bought an old refrigerator from a Korean friend for fifty dollars.

With a refrigerator in the house, life is suddenly much easier.Hu Yi was very happy, and insisted on paying Han Shangyun half of the money, and finally lived a life of owning household appliances in Moscow.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed, and the two of them got along well in the house.Han Shangyun has a cheerful and talkative personality, and those Korean friends often come to him to play, and one of the girls even brought him a large box full of kimchi.

Hu Yi sometimes chatted with his friends for a while, or ate a few mouthfuls of kimchi. The atmosphere among the neighbors was very harmonious, and the only thing that hindered communication was Han Shangyun's Russian expression.

He himself was quite troubled by this, probably because he had only studied Russian for a short time, and he would blurt out a few English words when he was in a hurry, but the pronunciation was also weird, with a strong Korean accent, which made people laugh.

"Cang Om, please stop speaking English." Hu Yi pressed his head exaggeratedly and smiled: "Your English pronunciation...is not happy, it is really terrible."

Han Shangyun was shocked: "Walter?"

"Ah?" Hu Yi was taken aback, not understanding what he was saying.

"Walter? You mean Walter?" Han Shangyun repeated: "My English is terrible?"

"Yes!" Hu Yi smiled and said, "What does Walt mean?"

"Axi!" Han Shangyun smiled and cursed and walked to Hu Yi's table: "Walter, you don't understand? How dare you say that my English is not good?" He picked up a pen and wrote down an English word "what" on the paper, He tapped on it with his index finger: "I'll teach you! 'Walter' means 'what' in English."

"Walter?! Hahahahaha!" Hu Yi almost smiled crookedly: "This reads 'Walter'! I learned it in elementary school!"

"No, no, no." Han Shangyun said with a serious face, "It's just 'Walter'! I also learned it in school!"

The two couldn't stop arguing, and Hu Yi said helplessly: "Have you never watched an American movie? People in it all say 'Walter', and they don't even say 'Walter'!"

Han Shangyun thought about it for a while, and doubts appeared on his face: "Li Erlei?"

"Li Erlei? What is it?"

Han Shangyun grabbed the pen, wrote "really" next to "what", and explained seriously: "Li Erlei means 'really'."

"Li Erlei? Li Erlei?!" Hu Yi smiled and patted the table, pointing to the letter "r" and said, "This letter should read '日', Rui Lei! What Li Erlei! What about his mother's Wang Erxiao!"

"Walter? Day...? Day..." Han Shangyun seemed to have a hard time pronouncing this pronunciation. He gave up after trying a few times, showing a distrustful smile: "Li Erlei? You didn't lie to me, did you?"

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Hu Yi smiled and shook his head and went to the bedside to change his shoes, put on his coat and picked up his schoolbag: "There are classes in the afternoon, and I'm going to school."

There are two classes this afternoon.After the first class, Hu Yi ran into Li Baoqing at the smoking area.

"Old Hu, are you going to play basketball?" Li Baoqing was wearing sneakers and shorts, with an eager expression on his face: "It's been a long time since I've had any activities, and today I happened to invite a few classmates to play together."

"Playing ball?" Hu Yi raised his arms and did a few chest expansion exercises: "I want to go, but there is still one class, Sergey's."

"Old Xietou?" Li Baoqing stuck out his tongue: "What the hell is he talking about in his class? I can't understand anything."

Hu Yi smiled wryly and said: "My classmates don't understand it halfway, so just listen to it. Anyway, there is nothing real, as long as you can pass the exam."

"You guys don't understand either? Hehe, then I'm relieved." Li Baoqing grinned happily and extinguished the cigarette butt: "I'll go there first, you go to the stadium to find us directly after class."

The old professor's class is still unconstrained, with a hammer here and a mallet here, and he will start talking about whatever comes to mind.After most of the class, Hu Yi couldn't sit still. When he thought about playing basketball later, he became absent-minded. Every joint in his body was itchy.

He recalled his past bright moments on the court below, and Sergey said on the stage old-fashionedly: "...There is no doubt that the creation of literary works in every era will inevitably be affected by the social environment at that time. The past will also inspire people's thinking at that time, and even affect the direction of the times to a certain extent. Therefore, writers play a direct and powerful role in the change and progress of language. When it comes to literature, our middle school and Elementary schools pay great attention to this aspect of education, and foreign students should have more or less exposure to some Russian literature, right?"

"Yes!" Bodybuilder Xiaohei replied loudly: "We read Pushkin's poems in the preparatory class, and we also learned excerpts from Gogol's "Dead Souls" a few days ago."

"Very good, very good." Sergey looked at him kindly: "Which is your favorite Russian writer?"

　Some friends may not understand, briefly explain:
　　1. The capital of South Korea was formerly known as Seoul, but it was renamed "Seoul" in 2005.

　　2. "Axiba" is a common colloquial phrase in Korea, roughly equivalent to "I fuck".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)