The next morning, Da Yin Wan drove a gas car to pull a truck full of grain and vegetables, and Konstantin sat in the passenger seat of the truck.

Goncharova drove the Muscovites and pulled Wang Weidong behind the truck.

This time Goncharova did not bring the two economic policemen who had protected her once.

"Why don't you find someone to protect you this time?" Wang Weidong asked.

Goncharova flicked her head back as she drove.

Wang Weidong sat in the co-pilot seat and turned his head to look at the back seat, and found that there was a very long box on the back seat.

"Since you have someone to protect, it should be safe to be with you, and besides, I also have a gun, a rifle in the back, and I still have one on me." Goncharova said.

As she spoke, she twisted her waist slightly.

Wang Weidong looked down and found that a piece protruding from the side of her waist should be a pistol.

"Looks like you're going to have a lot!" Wang Weidong said sincerely.

Goncharova graduated from the Moscow Institute of International Relations, knows three foreign languages and holds a PhD in Economics.

Wang Weidong looked at Goncharova's side face, and he was also very impressed in his heart.

"Your parents must be amazing to be able to raise you to be what you are today!" Wang Weidong said.

Wang Weidong, who doesn't even dare to return home now, really admires Goncharova's parents.

"Of course it's amazing, when I was four years old, I was standing on the ice in a bathing suit and didn't dare to jump into the water, but my mother pushed me down." Goncharova said expressionlessly.

Wang Weidong couldn't help but shudder, in the years he had been to the big northern countries, he had indeed seen a few times when the people of the big northern countries cut the ice in winter and then jumped into the water.

"Your parents must have spent a lot of energy on you in order to nurture you." Wang Weidong said.

"Not really, they were all busy, and I was sent to the kindergarten dormitory since I was a child, and I could only go home on Saturday nights. But even when I came home, I often couldn't see them, and it was Katya's mother who took care of me, and I remember that my father never smiled at me, and he didn't smile at all like a stone man, and he was serious when he talked to me or my mother, for example, once a month after eating, he would solemnly say to my mother: Comrade Goncharovna, can I go to your room tonight to rest? Goncharova said.

Originally, such a thing should have been a joke, but Goncharova stated it in a calm tone and a cold attitude.

"Who's Katya's mother?" Wang Weidong asked curiously.

"She was a domestic attendant sent to work in our house by her superiors, and she has been taking care of me since I was a child, and emotionally she is the closest person I have in the world." Goncharova replied.

"How many waiters do you have in your house?" Wang Weidong then asked curiously.

"Maybe seventeen or eighteen, maybe twenty or so, I don't often live at home, so I don't remember clearly. There are gardeners, there are cooks, there are housekeepers, there are maintenance workers and drivers. Goncharova replied.

Wang Weidong looked out the car window and imagined what it was like to be served by seventeen or eighteen people.

"There aren't so many people serving you now, are you used to it?" Wang Weidong asked.

Such a question faintly contains Wang Weidong's schadenfreude malice.

"I started living in a group when I was three or four years old, and most of them I didn't know at all, except for Katya's mother, and they didn't take care of me. Later, I was sent abroad to become a journalist and did not return until more than a year ago. Actually, that life has nothing to do with me. Goncharova replied.

When they met for the first time, Wang Weidong heard Goncharova say that when Goncharova's father was going through the pension procedures, he saw the pitiful number on it and suddenly died of a heart attack on the street.

"What is your mother doing now?" Wang Weidong asked.

"Dead." Goncharova replied calmly.

"More than a year ago, when I was hurrying back to China, my mother called me to see her, and in her room she told me very calmly, telling me that I had forgotten what she had taught me in the past, what she had said when she taught me. She said to me, Goncharova is free now, you have forgotten all the things I told you before, and the pursuit of your own happiness is the most important thing! I had just left her room when I heard gunshots. In general, women are more committed to their beliefs than men, and they are willing to defend their faith with their lives. Goncharova said as she drove.

Wang Weidong looked at Goncharova's side face, even when it came to the death of her mother, Goncharova did not have a fluctuation in her thoughts.

It seems that this woman, who has been living alone from her parents since she was three or four years old, has no feelings for her parents at all.

Her parents are supposed to be the same people as Goncharova.

"Are you married? Have children? Wang Weidong asked.

Goncharova glanced at Wang Weidong and said, "I don't want to find an indifferent monster like my father in the future, and I don't want to find an alcoholic lying on the street. I also don't want to be like my mother and one day push my child into an ice hole, but if I don't, I can't stand that my child is a piece of waste! ”

The Far East, a large northern country, is sparsely populated, so the natural environment is also better, and the number of wild animals such as tigers, bears, wolves, deer, and roe deer is also higher.

It is not uncommon to see wild beasts on deserted mountain roads.

The sedan kept a distance of twenty meters from the truck in front, Wang Weidong looked ahead and suddenly shouted: "Be careful!" ”

A wolf crossed the road and got into the forest on the other side, but the big wolf was followed by two wolf cubs who also crossed the road.

Wang Weidong shouted to be careful, which means not to bump into the little wolf.

Goncharova's steering wheel turned just enough to pass behind the little wolf behind her, and the frightened little wolf rushed forward.

"Well done, Comrade Goncharova!" Wang Weidong patted the back of Goncharova's hand holding the steering wheel and said.

Goncharova was not satisfied with her kindness.

"My father said to me when I was very young that it is the heart of steel, not the warmth of the veins, that determines history! Mr. Verton, you are very unqualified as a successful person! Goncharova said.

"Even so, my parents are already calling me cold-blooded and ruthless." Wang Weidong said.

Then he told Goncharova about sending his son.

"I was sent by my superiors to work as a journalist in Western countries, and I found that the life of an upper-class child there was no different from that of my childhood. They don't value feelings, they need a capable offspring and not a stingy shit! Goncharova said.