Although the early winter in BJ is already cold and windy, the cold there is still nothing compared to the winter in Siberia.

From the plane, you can see that Irkutsk is tightly surrounded by snow and ice. As soon as I stepped out of the cabin, a chill hit me and I immediately realized that I had arrived at my destination.

In stark contrast to the bitterly cold temperatures here, the staff of the office came out to greet me, and the enthusiasm was truly beyond my expectations.

Director Zhu, Deputy Director Cheng and Xiao Shi worked together to put my suitcase in the business car.

On the way to the office, Director Zhu, who was full of joy, said to me with a smile:

- "I've finally looked forward to you, hehe...... This time, our office finally has its own translator. ”

Deputy Director Cheng also said with a smile:

- "Lao Zhu, you still have face with Mr. Su, and they actually asked them to send Linna, Linna's Russian is the best in our company's translation!" ”

Director Zhu stared at the big round eyes, pouted his lips vividly, and said:

- "Don't look at my Lao Zhu himself, not everyone can work under me, I really don't want those translators who can only accompany the leader to eat and drink." ”

I was back in the room I knew.

Director Zhu told me that since the office came here, I am really the only one living in this room, and it seems that everything is providential, and this is reserved for me.

I opened the suitcase and handed them the things I brought from China: there was a self-made fried sauce for Xiaoshi's mother; Deputy Director Cheng's lover knitted woolen pants for him; There are also a few cigarettes that Director Zhu's lover asked me to bring.

Director Zhu took the cigarette and said with a smile:

- "I've been in Russia for so many years, and I feel like I can adapt to something, but I just can't get used to their cigarettes here. ”

- "Linna, I really didn't want the head office to send you, our office has become so lively, I don't want to go home for the New Year." Hehe......" Deputy Director Cheng looked at the woolen pants in his hand and smiled happily.

The office's welcome dinner was also sumptuous. This is the first time I have eaten the dishes fried by Deputy Director Cheng, and to be honest, I feel that his cooking skills are not under Xiaoshi.

After dinner, I went back to my room. The furnishings have not changed at all.

The wallpaper on the walls still makes me feel comfortable, the light from the chandelier is still so soft, the curtains are still so warm, the beds are still so warm, and the furniture is still so solid and simple.

Looking at the familiar cedar oil painting and the quaint wall lamp on the wall, I felt that everything here was so familiar and friendly, and my heart not only did not have the sadness of being exiled, but there was a kind of peace of return.

I keep my belongings in place.

Put Andrei's white sweater and my white sweater together safely.

Since I returned to China, Andre's sweater has become a problem for me. I've been wrapping it tightly and hiding it in a place where my mom can't easily see it. I didn't even open it once to look at it, for fear that my mother would catch something.

Therefore, I specially brought it out this time abroad, and when I saw it lying generously in the cabinet, my heart was relaxed.

Looking at Andrei's sweater, I suddenly felt a lot of emotion:

Although there are many Chinese in Irkutsk, the cultural environment is still much more relaxed.

Here, I don't need to live so tremblingly and strictly follow some inexplicable unspoken rules. I am still less obliged to assimilate into Russian society, and thus to submit to their habits that I reject.

Here, even my appearance doesn't get much attention and talk about it. In such a relatively free space, I can properly let go of myself and express my joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

I hate comparisons, and I've always been used to doing my own thing, and I'm very satisfied with my role as a marginalized person in society. At this moment, I had the illusion that another country was my hometown.

It's almost the end of the year, and various festivals in Russia are coming one after another. I don't have any specific work during the holiday breaks.

When I had nothing to do, I found that we didn't have a single pot of flowers and plants in our apartment, which made me feel a bit of a fly in the ointment.

After breakfast, I went to the flower shop on the corner and chose a tall green plant for myself. I plan to add a touch of green to my room in the middle of winter. It also adds a sense of joy to the approaching New Year.

Filled with joy, I didn't walk a few steps out of the flower shop and began to feel worried. It seems that the streets of Irkutsk are not in the habit of clearing snow and ice. I was wearing high-heeled boots and holding a heavy, tall flower pot on this slippery road.

I saw that I crossed the road and arrived at the door of our community.

However, when I came to the side of the road, I hesitated, and I did not dare to go with them when I saw a group of people passing through the road.

The road is quite wide, and there is not only snow and ice in the middle of the road, but also two trolleybus tracks, which makes it even more difficult to pass it.

What made me even more intimidating was the snow on both sides of the road that was about a foot above the road. But it wasn't accurate to say that the snow was just a slanting wall of ice that I couldn't slip even if I walked through it with my bare hands.

I stood on the side of the road in fear, hesitating......

At this time, a large truck drove up, and I was so frightened when I saw it that I took a step back and stood back on the side of the road.

The truck was parked four or five meters away from me, waiting for me to cross the street, but I felt as if I didn't have the courage to take a step, so I looked at it in embarrassment and motioned for the driver to go first.

Seeing that I was not moving, the driver seemed to be angry, and he leaned out and shouted to me:

- "Do you want me to help you through?" ”

Looking at the driver's angry expression, I suddenly realized that this is Russia, and he has no right not to give way to me.

Looking at the queue of cars parked behind him waiting for me to cross the street, I felt a little guilty, knowing that what I was doing was causing inconvenience to everyone.

I gritted my teeth and walked across the road, standing on the side of the road, feeling the speeding cars behind me, and I let out a sigh of relief.

Actually, this is not the first time I have encountered the embarrassment of the road.

When I first returned to China, I was very uncomfortable with "Chinese Style Crossing the Road" and felt that it was dangerous to do so.

However, I was honked by the driver of the car to obey the traffic rules, and I also encountered several dangerous situations with the driver who ran the red light.

At first, I was outraged by such a bold violation by the driver. However, it didn't take long for me to get used to the rules at home.

What is embarrassing is that when I was on a business trip to Russia later, just like today, I was thinking about giving way to the driver, but I received dissatisfaction and strange eyes from the Russian driver.

Hahaha! It seems that as a marginal person, the problems I encountered were far more than that!