Subtitle of this chapter: Bloody Mary and Belarusians

"Here we are, this is my home. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Yuan Yanqian held the paper bag and followed Anna across several roads to an apartment building. Her rented house is on the top of the fifth floor, although it is only half the size of Yuan Yanqian's 10-square-meter room, but the furnishings are much more exquisite, there are a few more pieces of furniture, and there is even a small kitchen.

Anna was a little embarrassed and said, "Mista, oh, Neo, please be seated. This is, the first time I've brought a man home. ”

Yuan Yanqian sat down at a small table that served as both a writing desk and a dining table, and said solemnly: "This is my honor." Hmmm......"

He turned his head just in time to see the picture frame on the table, which contained a yellowed black and white photograph.

In the middle of the photo is Ms. Ivanovna, who is much younger, with a sweet face and a white and chubby baby in her arms; And standing beside her, holding her slender waist, was an extremely handsome young officer, except for the mustache that did not quite match the aesthetics of our Master Yuan, it could be called a Qiyu Xuanang; In front of their family of three sat two old men, a man and a woman, the old man on the left had white hair, a mighty sideburns on his face, and a military uniform full of medals, while the slightly rich grandmother on the right smiled kindly, and a jewel pendant the size of a goose egg hung on her chest.

In short, it can be seen at a glance that this is a family portrait of a certain military aristocrat of Tsarist Russia.

Anna noticed her gaze and turned her gaze to the photo, her face changed, and she suddenly rushed up without politeness, and pressed the photo on the table, and the atmosphere in the room was suddenly a little awkward.

Yuan Yanqian sighed in her heart and remembered a joke that was not very funny. After the October Revolution, the exiled White Russian women from humble backgrounds said that they were the daughters of nobles in order to raise their value; And the real aristocratic women are silent about their origins, because they are ashamed.

He swallowed and said, "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to. ”

"No, I'm the one who says I'm sorry." Anna stuffed the picture into a drawer and cleaned up the clutter on the table before putting the food in the paper bag.

Yuan Yanqian hurriedly changed the topic and said, "Anna, you said you were leaving, where are you going?" ”

The red-haired woman who was setting out the food hesitated for a moment and said, "Go to another city, go to a place where no one knows me." ”

Our Master Yuan understands in seconds, this is to be good, and I don't know if she can find a pick-up man......

Maozi's food is not much to say, especially for Chinese. Even if she was from an aristocratic background, in Yuan Yanqian's opinion, Anna's food selection was too greasy. But it's really hearty, and there's even a little bit of caviar.

"It's really thanks to you today." Anna's expression was very gentle when she finally put the bottle of clear "water" on the table.

Then she lit a candle and placed it in the center of the table. Just as she was about to sit down, Anna remembered something, slapped her face and said, "Please wait a minute. ”

After a while, she walked out of the small kitchen again, holding a bottle of ketchup in one hand and a bottle of milk in the other, and asked Yuan Yanqian, "Neo, do you want to be red or white?" ”

The-one knew that it wasn't asking him if he drank wine or liquor, but two cocktails with vodka as the base. He secretly praised in his heart, worthy of being Mao Mei, to tidy up "water" (VODAK means water in Slavic).

He didn't think about it: "Today is you and ...... Her birthday. We Chinese all use red when we are festive, so I'll come to red. ”

Anna frowned slightly, and hesitated: "And I like white ...... Alright then, let's drink our own. ”

She poured vodka and ketchup into a cup and said apologetically, "Sorry, no lemon and celery root, and no ice." ”

"It doesn't matter." Yuan Yanqian took the monkey version of "Bloodymary", picked up a cucumber and said, "We have this." ”

As he spoke, he stirred the red liquor with a cucumber and fused the two together.

Anna took another cup, poured "water" and milk into it, then shook the glass and said: "Well, although there is no coffee liqueur and whipped cream, this is my 'white-russians'." ”

A Russian woman and a Chinese man raised their glasses, and the woman holding the white liquor said, "What are we toasting toast to?" ”

The man with the red liquor smiled slightly. He bowed his head and began to recite the verses in Russian:

"If life deceives you......

Don't be sad, don't be anxious!

Calm down on a gloomy day......"

Anna's eyes suddenly lit up, and she said, "Believe it! Happy days will come.

The heart always yearns for the future;

Now it's often melancholy:

Everything is instantaneous, everything will pass;

And what has passed will become a cordial remembrance. ”

The two finished reading Pushkin's famous poem "If Life Deceives You", then gently touched the cup, and then drank it all.

Anna put down her glass excitedly, and a series of Russian words rushed out of her delicate lips and said: "*&%¥#@*&......"

Our Master Yuan had no choice but to raise his hand and say, "Anna, Annathasia!" I'll only have these few sentences, and I really won't be able to speak Russian. ”

He secretly said in his heart, this is the only function that the Master Ball System can use at present, as a searcher!

However, when he received the information, his feelings could not be expressed in words. It was as if an invisible but cold, slippery tentacle had forcibly thrust into his ...... in the void in the prefrontal lobe of his brain, and then shot what he had searched for into his ...... Deal with long-term memories within the hippocampus!

Although this feeling is very uncomfortable and weird, especially for a straight man like Yuan Yanqian, but in order to pretend to be forced, he still endured it.

"Is that so...... Anna's eyes darkened suddenly, "I'm sorry, I thought ......"

Yuan Yanqian, who couldn't bear it, had no choice but to say: "However, I will still have a song......

He put down his glass, stood up, straightened his clothes, cleared his throat and sang: "Ice and snow cover the Volga,

There were three sets of cars running on the glacier.

Someone is singing a melancholy song,

It's the man who drove the car who sings......"

It's not that our Master Yuan didn't think about pretending to be a good force, but after all, he was not a college student in the fifties and sixties, and his first foreign language was not Russian. And what are the Russian songs that he is familiar with: "Katyusha", "Cranberry Blossom", "Cossack Song", "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow", "Song of the Young Guard", "Unbreakable Union"...... It is also not suitable to sing in front of Anna, and it is not within the purview of the Master Ball system. So he had to sing this song "Three Sets of Cars".

Of course, the effect is also very good, Anna's eyes are red and he hums a tune softly along with his melodious singing voice (after all, he has practiced in karaoke). When our Master Yuan finished singing, she slapped her face and said sincerely: "Muddy, you are so tired." ”

"Wherever you are, sing whatever you want." Yuan Yanqi, who had found the feeling of the K room back then, said naturally, "I've sung it, it's your turn." ”

"Me?" Anna shook her head vigorously and blurted out very naturally, "No, no, no, I can't." My mother told me since I was a child that singing is inferior, cheap, female, son, love, good ......"