These Canadians are so crazy, whatever the singers on the stage sing, they sing along with the following, thousands of people sing together, that feeling is easy to make your blood boil, even if you can't understand a word, it doesn't matter, this may be the infectious power of art. Now Su Miaomiao has fallen into this state, she is also cheering and jumping involuntarily, and the people around her don't care about what you are shouting.

When midnight came, the atmosphere was even more enthusiastic. Many young people took off their thick clothes outside, some put them on their shoulders, and some waved them casually, in this cold day, Hong Tao actually saw someone drinking beer, let alone drinking, Hong Tao looked at it and had goosebumps all over his body. But in this environment, you don't want to stay out of it, you don't harass others, others come to harass you, many people who drink a little dazed or smoke a little dazed, can't tell whether the person standing next to you is a man or a woman, come up is a big hug, by the way, it is still on your face.

"I said let's not be beaten passively, let's just take the initiative, find a girl to hug, it's more comfortable than letting a bearded uncle hug and kiss, right?" Hong Tao and Sergei couldn't talk anymore, and after a while, the two of them had already been hugged and kissed by several people. Since you can't hide, you have to make yourself more comfortable, which is Hong Tao's philosophy of life.

"That's right! Look over there, there are three goals, go!" Sergei obviously didn't quite adapt to this overly enthusiastic atmosphere, so Hong Tao said this, and felt that it made sense. He was sharper than Hong Tao's eyes, and soon found a few girls not far from the right, and immediately squeezed over.

Hong Tao felt that his face was about to swell, for more than an hour. He couldn't count how many big girls and little daughters-in-law he had attacked, and he didn't know how many old and young masters, uncles, brothers, sisters and sisters had been scolded by his face. The most disgusting thing is that many people are frozen to runny noses, and it is difficult to guarantee that they will not rub their faces when kissing their faces, so Hong Tao decided that after going home today, this shirt will be reduced to work clothes for future work. Usually he resolutely doesn't wear this dress anymore, and he gets tired of it when he thinks about it.

"Hey, hey, look, there's a handsome guy who gave it to me!" In fact, it was not Hong Tao who suffered the most, but those girls, who became the focus of care for the people around them. But they themselves seem to enjoy it. Especially that Su Miaomiao, holding a broken scarf in her hand and showing it to Hong Tao.

"Second goods! five yuan a broken thing is so happy......" Hong Tao was also helpless about her reaction, and could only curse secretly in his mind.

Roman Sagjević Semedov, a silver-haired, square-faced, medium-sized, well-mannered old man. If he had met him on the street, Hong Tao would never have imagined that he was the boss of the Toronto Russian gang that Sergei said. If there's anything on his face that can make a slight impression, it's his excessively long eyebrows. There was actually a point growing on both sides, as if it was pasted on the back.

But looking at the two heavyweight boxers-like big men sitting behind him, Hong Tao couldn't help but believe it again. Their muscles are almost free from the restrictions of clothes, and the sleeves that can be used as pants for themselves have the feeling of being stretched open by their arms at all times, even if they don't hold a guy in their hands, Hong Tao resolutely dare not provoke. As long as it's not a muscle made by injecting hormones specifically for bodybuilding, this arm is waving. If that big fist landed on any part of his body, it was estimated that it would end the fight in one fell swoop.

"Young man, are you an Oriental?" said Roman. Mr. Hong knew he was Russian, and that his thick accent was full of Katyusha flavors, and his diction was odd, not Asian, but Oriental.

"Yes, I'm from China. I'm here to study abroad. Hong Tao didn't want to make do with this roman, but when Sergei took him to greet this large group of Russians. Everyone simply nodded and said hello, only this old man talked a lot of nonsense.

"Oh. My grandfather used to be in China, and he was very interested in the food of your country, and I have pictures of him in China, which you must see when you have time, it is a beautiful city. Obviously, this old man didn't plan to let Hong Tao go, and continued to talk nonsense, while a bald middle-aged man next to him turned his head and said to the person on the other side, and directly began to move there, specifically vacating a seat for Hong Tao.

"I'll go over there first, you can talk to Roman, people talk a lot when they're old. Sergei threw himself here very unjustly, and then ran to the back row to sit.

"I think it's probably Harbin, which is closest to the Soviet Union. Hong Tao could only sit down next to the old man, and he had to say what he had to say.

"Now there is no USSR...... It was changed to the Commonwealth of Independent States. The old man corrected one of Hong Tao's miswords.

"I think it's better to hear about the Soviet Union, and in my country, many people of my father's age are still used to calling your homeland the Soviet Union. Either they went there when they were young, or they learned Russian at school, and my father and mother spoke a few words. Hong Tao felt that if he talked about the Soviet Union, he might annoy this old man. Most of these Russians who emigrated abroad did not like the Soviet government, and they were either persecuted and purged in their homes or could not stay in the country anymore. If the old man is annoyed like this, it is estimated that he will let himself get away, Hong Tao doesn't want to watch the game with a gang leader, which is too restrained.

"It was a great memory...... It's a pity that this traitor! He ruined my country! He ruined these memories! He was going to hell......" The old man listened to Hong Tao's words, suddenly turned around, stared at Hong Tao very closely, muttered half a sentence, and then became furious, and shouted in the gymnasium, English and Russian were mixed, Hong Tao only understood the first half, and could not understand the last sentence.

But it doesn't matter if he understands or not, now Hong Tao's back is soaked, he didn't expect this old man's love xù to be so excited, did he say the wrong thing? Who is the person who should go to hell in the old man's mouth? Will the old man take out a gun from the pocket of his suit and hug him? Hong Tao instinctively wanted to stand up, but as soon as his ass was raised, a big hand stretched out behind him and pressed it on his shoulder, and then his ass fell back into the chair and could no longer move.

"Let go of this child!I'm fine, leave me alone!" the old man finally finished scolding, and quickly regained his composure, as if he hadn't been throwing a tantrum just now, but his face was still a little flushed.

"You can't understand our feelings, you can't understand! This is not my country, I don't like it!" But a second later, he yelled at the big man behind Hong Tao, and then turned his head angrily.

"Don't be afraid of the boy, ice hockey is a man's sport, on the court, your opponent has to yell at you, you have to stare at you, and even hit you with your body, you can't use your knees and elbows to push you, you can't be afraid, you can't hide, otherwise you will lose! Skills can be practiced, but you must have passion and courage! See, this is a gift from my opponent, do you know how my opponent is?" The old man was like a psychotic at this time, and his speech was incoherent, and he suddenly switched from the Soviet problem to ice hockey.

"How is the opponent?" Hong Tao was confused by the old man, watching the old man open his mouth, revealing the two metal canines below, he still didn't understand what the old man was talking about, but he couldn't help but answer.

"I took off his helmet and broke the bridge of his nose! I was about your age at the time, by the way, how old were you?" the old man stretched out a hand, pressed Hong Tao's head, and then clenched his fists and shook them for a moment.

"I ...... I'm twenty years old, and I'll be twenty-one years old soon...... "If he doesn't stop, Hong Tao will definitely have to resist, even if he is a gang boss, Hong Tao doesn't want his nose bone to be broken."

"I was a year older than you, I was in college, that guy was taller and stronger than me, he was a guard, I was a forward, do you like to play ice hockey?"

"I like it, I like it, but it's not very popular in my country, and I've only tried it a few times. It wasn't until I got here that I actually played in protective gear for the first time, but it ended badly when I was beaten by a woman on the ice hockey rink at the Eton Centre. Alas, it was so shameless, she beat me all over the floor, and I just knocked her down at the end. So I decided that I had to learn hockey as well, and maybe even make it to the varsity team in college. Since you have played in the college team, do you think I have any hope of entering the school team?" Seeing that the old man was not going crazy, the speed of Hong Tao's little heart gradually slowed down, and he felt that this old man was not deliberately scaring himself, but the way he spoke was too scary.

"Oh, it's not easy to get into the varsity team, this body of yours...... When the guard doesn't have enough weight, the forward needs to be superb in ball control and skating skills, and if you start training now, you probably won't be able to meet the requirements until you graduate from college, and you need to have a talent for ice hockey. The old man seemed to be very interested in ice hockey, and he couldn't stop talking about this topic, and when he heard Hong Tao's question, he reached out and pinched it everywhere on Hong Tao's body, and gave his advice. (To be continued) R655