Big Islander 2

Chapter 653 About Literature
As a learned parrot, Mr. Pheasant has watched many classic movies, and what he yelled just now are the classic quotes from the madman in a classic World War II movie.

Although this is a suburb, there are a few pedestrians on the road, and the pheasant is surprisingly loud.Hearing such presumptuous remarks, two strong men in down jackets rushed over immediately.For them, the language just now was simply the greatest insult.

"Who, who dares to fart here!" A strong man waved his fists, and roared from his mouth surrounded by beards.

The pheasant can cause trouble and is not afraid of trouble: "Who are you, mind your own business, we are here to shoot a movie, you also care, did you come here to steal the scene! Colonel Vasily, pick this guy's peaches first!"

Daxing held the small camera with one small paw, and gestured with the other paw, signaling the strong man to leave quickly.In the end, he confused the other party in a daze, bowed and apologized repeatedly, and left as if fleeing.

"Thanks to my cleverness, otherwise I would have to be plucked." The pheasant was terrified, and it seemed that there was some reason for the misfortune to come from the mouth.

"Brother Pheasant, do you want me to put the hood on for you?" Tang Xiaoxiao shook the muzzle in his hand, causing the pheasant to shake his head vigorously: "The dog wears a chew, it's Huller, what's the matter with wearing this for me—"

In a joyful atmosphere, a group of people marched along the road to the city ahead.Along the way, you can see a lot of undulating coniferous forests, and some typical buildings with round and full domes, like a middle-aged Russian-style aunt.Although the city has a long history, it has inherited a relatively rough tradition.This may truly be a reflection of the national character of a country.

As a half-landlord, Yuri also acted as a tour guide by the way, stopping to explain some special places when he passed by, and everyone listened with gusto.

Just in this way, the walking speed slowed down, and before I knew it, it was already dark.Although this is not Siberia, but the Eastern European Plain, the temperature in January is also relatively low, and it is common to have more than 20 degrees below zero at night. It seems that we can only find a hotel to stay for a night.

Probably because of feeling the Russian style all the way, Mr. Pheasant couldn’t help humming: “It’s quiet in the garden in the middle of the night, only the wind is singing softly. The night is so beautiful, What a bright heart, on this charming evening—”

It's a very lyrical song, sung by its broken voice, it's a bit of rock and roll.As a result, everyone else stayed away from it, as if they were afraid of being infected.

But Mr. Pheasant feels good about himself: "Sing a song with few bosom friends, there is no grass anywhere at the end of the world—look, that aunt by the roadside is all overwhelmed by me—"

Everyone looked around and saw an old lady struggling to get up by the side of the road. Although she was bloated with a bucket waist, she was very flexible in her movements.After getting up, he waved a piece of wood with birch bark in his hand, and rushed towards the pheasant aggressively, just like a tank, and roared angrily: "A good song calls you Spoil it, I tell you to sing, I tell you to sing!"

Apparently, when the aunt heard the pheasant singing just now, she was so startled that her soles slipped and she fell a big somersault.But this is not the main reason for her anger, the harsh singing of the pheasant caused her to go berserk.

I thought it was a fan—Mr. Pheasant was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly spread his wings into the air. Seeing the angry big fat face of the other party, he might really give him a stick.

Others naturally laughed and watched the fun, and even the three little dolls cheered for the very ethnic aunt.

"I still want to run—" the aunt roared, and then the half of the wood in her hand flew into the air, and went straight to the pheasant with a whoosh. Look at the line, the pheasant must be hit hard.

Tang Jide looked at the aunt's body, she must be strong, maybe the pheasant would be beaten to death.So I couldn't look at it anymore and laughed, and with a light flick of my finger, the plant essence on the wood was aroused, causing it to deflect a little bit, and flew over the pheasant's scalp.The pheasant shrank its neck in fright, and almost fell from mid-air.

Looking at the roaring aunt with her hips on her hips, and then continuing to chase the fallen wooden box, Mr. Pheasant was very sad: "At first I thought you were fascinated by my singing, but who would have thought that you are a vulgar person who doesn't know how to appreciate music. Well, if life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be impatient, calm days are needed in sad days, believe, happy days will come—"

With a clatter, she picked up the wooden box in her hand and dropped it to the ground, and the aunt suddenly chanted affectionately: "Everything is short-lived, and everything will pass——I blamed you parrot, so you also have With the feelings of a poet—”

What is rhythm?Brother Datou and the others were all fooled. This seemingly rough aunt can actually recite Pushkin's poems proficiently in her mouth.And look at her devotion, definitely not pretending to be gentle, but engraving poetry in her bones.

Unintentionally cutting willows and willows into shades, Mr. Pheasant was also overjoyed, and continued to recite the last two lines of the poem affectionately in Russian.Soon, the aunt also joined in, and it became a chorus: "And what has passed will become a kind nostalgia——"

Watching the pheasant land on the broad shoulders of the aunt, one person and one bird seemed to be completely immersed in the artistic conception of the poem, and the others also looked at each other in blank dismay: Isn't this change too fast?

Tang Xiaoxiao was about to go there, but was grabbed by his father: It's better not to disturb others. Every bloated Russian-style aunt was once a slim and beautiful girl who liked music and fantasy poetry. Pursuit, no one has the right to deprive.

After a long time, the aunt came back to her senses. She stroked the pheasant a few times with her fat palm: "You are not a qualified singer, but you are a very good poet. The small hotel on the roadside is my house." Come on, stay with your friends, and let's talk about poetry in the evening."

Tang Jide would like to remind this aunt: Mr. Pheasant has mastered only one of Pushkin's poems.But looking at her face full of expectation, I can't help but feel a little bit hard.

As for Mr. Pheasant, of course he climbed up the pole: "I have read all of Pushkin's poems, and he is called Pushkin II. Don't talk about this, that is, when he and Dantes dueled back then, I was the one referee--"

"What? How could you destroy my idol with your own hands!" The aunt immediately raised eyebrows again, as if Pushkin was killed by a pheasant.

The pheasant quickly acted on the wind: "I wanted to block the gun for him, but my speed was not as fast as the bullet. Don't talk about these sad things, let's talk about singing. In fact, I am quite good at this aspect." Talented, how about I sing you a dolphin sound?"

When it comes to words, this aunt is obviously not the counterpart of the pheasant, and she was soon enthralled by it, and then beckoned everyone to her small hotel, yelling loudly that she would not charge any fees.

After entering the house, feeling the heat, the aunt stuffed the wooden spatula in her hand into the oven: "The freshly baked bread will be ready soon—"

Seeing this Russian-style aunt busy in a big apron, Tang Xiaoxiao and the other little ones followed up to help with the work. As a result, all three dolls mixed a Bragi, even Tang Lele was no exception. .Anyway, he is young, his gender can basically be ignored, and it doesn't matter if he wears a small dress once.

Soon, the meals were served on the table in the same way: fragrant borscht, white bread and big Lieba exuding aroma and heat, and of course grilled sausages.

The aunt wiped her big hands with a gingham apron while arranging for everyone to eat.Everyone is not polite, pour a glass of beer and tear a piece of black bread, which feels particularly chewy.This kind of Datouba is made of rye and fermented with beer. Although it looks rough, it has a good aftertaste. Anyway, the big head brother is very comfortable to eat.

Take another sip of borscht soup, the taste is also very good, the only feeling is that it is too greasy.Look at the borscht, and look at the bucket waist of the aunt, and Brother Datou also finds some inevitable connections from it.

"Welcome, guests from afar, let's toast to our friendship!" The aunt picked up a big glass of beer, and gulped it all down, how bold it was!
"Cheers to poetry, to Pushkin!" The pheasant seemed to be infected, and he didn't usually drink much.But Brother Big Head guessed that this guy wanted to get himself drunk so as not to discuss literature later.

Sure enough, before the sumptuous dinner was over, the pheasant fell into Daxing's arms and fell asleep, which also disappointed the aunt.Fortunately, Xiao Xiami's knowledge and knowledge are not used for facade like a pheasant, and he chatted very speculatively with his aunt.

Lying on the warm and comfortable bed, everyone soon fell into a deep sleep.For more than a month, they have been traveling around, spending most of their time camping in the wild, and it is rare for them to get a good night's sleep.

By the time they got up, it was daylight and breakfast was ready: caviar, smoked fish, pancakes and, of course, the big bread that comes with every meal.

It's hard to be generous—Big Brother was eating bread while thinking about what gift to leave for this enthusiastic and generous aunt.Judging from the character of the other party, he would definitely not ask for money.

While eating, I saw a young girl hurriedly coming out of a room, said hello to the dining table, then hurriedly picked up two pieces of bread, sandwiched a fried egg, ate while walking, and went out. go.

The aunt chased after her, put a hat on her head, and then watched the young girl go out: "My daughter Varenka is studying at St. Peter's University nearby, majoring in poetry appreciation. She came back too late last night. , so I didn’t say hello to everyone.”

Pheasant nodded his head: "It's understandable, young people, there are youths that can be squandered. I guess I went to discuss literature like us last night, quack quack."

Seeing the aunt's daughter, the big brother finally knew what he should take as a thank you gift. Young girls, who doesn't like diamonds?

For more than a month, the places they ran were all diamond mines. Although they didn't deliberately collect them, they still got several large and small diamonds, all of which were of gem quality, which were perfect for gifts.

Thinking about the time when Mr. Chief used diamonds as rewards and tips, Big Brother was very envious.Looking at it now, he has finally reached this level.

So when he was about to say goodbye after breakfast, Brother Big Tou took out an uncut diamond and stuffed it into the aunt's fat hand, saying it was a souvenir.Don't look at my aunt's rough appearance, but she also wore a diamond necklace when she was young, and she saw the extraordinaryness of this stone at a glance, so she repeatedly declined and refused to accept such an expensive gift.In the end, even the pheasant became anxious: "If you don't accept it, don't want to talk about literature with me in the future!"

While talking, a middle-aged man ran into the small hotel in a panic: "Yesenia, have you heard that a group of militants occupied St. Peter's University, took all the students as hostages, and threatened the government to negotiate! "

With a clang, the diamond in Big Mom's hand fell to the ground and broke into several pieces——

(End of this chapter)