Far away in Moscow

Chapter 9 Who is Anton
The little fat man smiled flatteringly: "You're Brother Hu, right? My name is Peng Song, Peng Dehuai's Peng, Wu Song's Song, engineering preparatory. Which department do you study?"

"Economy." Hu Yi nodded hastily, and started flipping through the "Popular Software".Seeing that he was not very talkative, Peng Song approached Li Baoqing: "Hey, let me tell you, we are all Chinese. Let's have dinner together, shall we?"

"Ah? Let's go out for dinner?" Li Baoqing was a little embarrassed. He glanced at Hu Yi and saw that he was looking down at the magazine with an indifferent face. He scratched his head and said, "Then what about your roommate?"

"Hey, don't worry about him!" Peng Song rolled his eyes: "That old black is poor and stingy, eating him is like killing him, and we Chinese get along well together."

Li Baoqing lowered his eyelids and sighed: "Otherwise..."

Just halfway through the conversation, Hu Yi interjected impatiently: "Why do you have to eat other people's black food? Don't you have anything to eat?"

Peng Song turned around, blinking his eyes with aggrieved expression: "I...can't cook, and I don't have a pot."

"Just buy a pot. Who is born to cook? Learn."

"But the pot here is very expensive!"

"Then who is to blame? Who told you not to bring the pot?"

"My suitcase is too small to fit, and maybe it will be overweight."

"We ordinary people are afraid of being overweight. What are you afraid of? Can't you just use a bigger suitcase?" Hu Yi chattered like a cannonball: "Besides, how much does a pot cost? If you have the money to fly, don't you have the money to buy a pot? "

"I, I..." Peng Song opened his mouth timidly, but stopped talking.

Li Baoqing saw that the two were not congenial, so he hurriedly came over and patted him on the shoulder, and responded vaguely: "Okay, okay. We just came here, and we haven't thought about eating yet. Let's talk about it later."

"No need!" Peng Song looked up at the ceiling in grief and indignation: "Oh! This is how Chinese people are, they crowd out each other when they go out, and they are not united at all!" He shook his long greasy hair vigorously, sighed and walked back to the kitchen. In the bedroom next door, he closed the door with his backhand.

"Hey..." Li Baoqing still wanted to catch up and say something, but Hu Yi stretched out his hand and grabbed him: "Don't talk to him! The fucking Shanggang is online, it's just a silly face."

Early the next morning, Hu Yi, Li Baoqing and Yu Feifei arrived downstairs on time, and Yan Zhiwen took them out to the school.

The dormitory building is more than 200 meters away from the road. After crossing the road and passing through a residential area to Leningrad Street, not far away is the Metro Green Line <Airport> station, and the Moscow Automobile Highway Institute is near the subway station.

The appearance of the main building is very beautiful. A tall black statue stands on the small square in front of it. Eight thick pillars are lined up at the gate, which looks majestic and simple.Although Hu Yi's grades in school were very bad, but there are a lot of miscellaneous things in his stomach, and he vaguely knows that it was probably built in the style of ancient Greece or Rome.

But the glamor only exists on the surface, the interior decoration of the building is relatively old, and the lights in the corridor are dim, which easily reminds Hu Yi of the oppressive atmosphere in the office building of his parents' unit.Yan Zhiwen took them through all kinds of cumbersome procedures such as admission and visa on arrival. After receiving the teaching materials, the first class in Russia was about to begin.

Maji is one of the language preparatory education centers designated by the Russian Federation. It teaches foreigners to learn Russian from scratch, mainly in small classes, with only a dozen students in each class, to ensure that teachers can take care of them as much as possible in the classroom. to each individual's learning situation.Therefore, classes are usually held in small classrooms, and only classes in the same class will be used in large classrooms.

The size of the small classroom is more compact than that of a dormitory bedroom, and only two or three rows of desks can be placed in front of the teacher.This class started two weeks ago, and Hu Yi and the others are considered transfer students.As soon as the students arrived one after another, a hunched old lady walked into the classroom quickly and greeted in a hoarse voice, "Hello, everyone."

"Hello." The students answered together.The old lady is not tall, with big light yellow curly hair, furrows all over her face, extremely heavy eyeliner, and a big hooked nose that is very eye-catching. The person looked strangely uncomfortable, but fortunately, his expression was relatively kind.

"Oh, we have new classmates." The old lady looked at Hu Yi and the other three with a smile, reached out to pick up the roster, and adjusted the pair of brown-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose: "Okay, let's get to know each other, my name is Lyudmila, who is...Yu Feifei?"

"It's me." Yu Feifei raised her hand politely.

"Very good, good girl." Lyudmila ticked the roster, "So...Li Baoqing, who is it?"

"Me!" Li Baoqing stood up suddenly.

"Oh! Very well, what a fine young man! Please sit down. So next...this...huh?"

Lyudmila stared at the roster, as if repeatedly confirming something.After a while, she scanned the students sitting in front of her, and finally set her eyes on Hu Yi: "What's your name, please?"

"My name is Hu Yi." Hu Yi stammered.

"Oh! My dear, you are a good boy." Lyudmila looked at him kindly, and whispered a few words to herself, seeming a bit embarrassed.After thinking for a while, she carefully crossed out Hu Yi's name on the roster: "From now on, you will be called... um... Let's call you Anton. Do you agree, Anton?"

"Ah? Wh...what?" Hu Yi half understood, turned to Yu Feifei with a blank face and asked, "What did she say? Who is Anton?"

"You." Yu Feifei also felt baffled, and whispered: "She said to give you a Russian name, Anton."

"Anton? Why?"

"I don't know...Maybe I think you look like a Russian?"

"Me?!" Hu Yi looked left and right: "Nonsense, right? How can I, a dignified Chinese man, look like a Russian? Isn't the Arab next to you more like me than me?"

Yu Feifei shrugged her shoulders slightly: "I don't know too well, maybe she looks at you kindly."

The second monk Hu Yizhang couldn't figure it out, so he had to stammer and ask Liudmila: "Old... teacher, why, Anton?"

"It's nothing, Anton is a good name." Lyudmila showed a kind smile: "Then, Anton, we are going to start class."

There are three classes in the class today, one in the morning and two in the afternoon.Lunch was eaten in the school cafeteria. Although Li Baoqing and Yu Feifei were tired of eating instant noodles along the way, they were still a little uncomfortable with Russian food for the first time. They simply ate a few slices of bread with chicken chops and mashed potatoes.

Hu Yi, on the other hand, has an appetite for everything. He almost ordered all the new things in the restaurant, and commented on everything he was satisfied with.Especially the fragrant and oily mutton and carrot fried rice made him full of praise: "It's delicious! It's so delicious! I've never eaten such delicious fried rice!"

Li Baoqing said with a silly smile: "You like Lao Maozi's food so much, maybe your ancestors really have Russian blood. No wonder the teacher gave you a Russian name when we first met. Feifei and I didn't get that treatment."

"Who knows." Hu Yi licked his teeth and said in his heart several times, shrugged and said: "Anton, Anton. Well, the name is quite easy to pronounce, but fortunately, it is not a coward or a driver. of."

On the way back to the dormitory after school in the afternoon, Hu Yi proposed to have dinner together in the evening: "I've been holding back on the train for a week, how about we have a tooth-beating festival tonight?"

Li Baoqing praised: "Sure! I see that there are cleaned up frozen chickens in the store downstairs. I will buy one later to stew and drink some beer to celebrate our successful arrival in Russia to start university life."

"Okay, go to your house, I'll cook." Yu Feifei clapped her hands and said, "My mother taught me stewed chicken with mushrooms."

The three bought things excitedly and went home. Yu Feifei tidied up in the kitchen for a while, pouted her mouth and poked her head out: "Oh, there is no onion and ginger, so the taste is probably a bit lacking."

Before the words finished, Yan Zhiwen opened the door and walked in: "Why do you want scallions and ginger? Are you ready to cook?"

Li Baoqing had just soaked a bowl of shiitake mushrooms, and happily wiped his hands and came to him: "Brother Yan! We will stew chicken tonight, you can stay and eat together!"

"You're welcome, I have dinner tonight." Yan Zhiwen smiled and waved his hands: "How is it? How are you doing on the first day of class?"

Li Baoqing shook his head and said, "Feifei can barely keep up. Our foundation is so poor that we can't understand what the teacher is saying—but our teacher seems to like Hu Yi very much, and even gave him a Russian name."

Yan Zhiwen was slightly stunned: "Really? What's your name?"

"It's called Anton." Hu Yi, who was doing his homework, replied.After finishing speaking, he was stunned for a while, then scratched his head and looked at Yan Zhiwen: "Brother Yan, I don't feel right. Why did the teacher give me a Russian name when we first met? Also, yesterday, downstairs, the guard saw my name. The passport also reacts a little abnormally, is it my name... what's the problem?"

Yan Zhiwen "hehehe" laughed dryly for a while, and reached out to touch the beard stubble on his chin: "Your name...it's really not good to say it."

(End of this chapter)