Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing walked away without looking back and quickly left the female workers' dormitory building.

The women looked through the window at He Daqing walking away downstairs, with a look of loss on their faces.

He just walked away, even jogging along the way.

Yes, from the beginning to the end, we are all strangers.

We just happened to meet, we just happened to drink a little wine, and the atmosphere was just right.

The women complained in low voices and grumbled to each other.

From time to time, they talked about the madness of last night, and after forcing themselves to laugh, only silence remained.

About an hour later, someone knocked on the door.

No one in the room paid any attention.

The knocking on the door became more persistent.

The blonde girl cursed, breaking the silence.

"Shit, which damn bitch is out there?

It must be the bitch next door, coming here to show off her boyfriend."

Dabolang didn't say anything. He stood up, walked to the door and turned the key.

The moment it caught my eye, the big wave covered my mouth.

He, he didn't leave.

The sunlight shone on He Daqing's beret, flashing a colorful halo.

What moved Dabolang the most was that he was holding a large iron plate in his hands.

On the iron plate was a large double-layer cream cake.

Dabolang has participated in many birthday parties, and the double-layer cake in He Daqing's hand is definitely the most beautiful one.

I just casually told him that today was my birthday and I wanted to invite him to celebrate with me in the evening.

He could have come empty-handed, or at most bought a flower.

He didn't even buy the cheapest cake.

He bought the coolest, most beautiful, one-of-a-kind two-layer cake.

He Daqing looked at Dabolang with his hands covering his mouth in a daze, tears streaming down his face, feeling a little confused.

What the hell, I went to the space to make a cake for you, and you blocked the door and wouldn’t let me in?

What do you mean? This is the dormitory where the blonde and the other two live.

He Daqing yelled rudely:

"Stand aside, I'm going to carry the cake in.

Why are you crying so early in the morning? Who bullied you? Come and tell me. "

As soon as He Daqing put the cake on the table, Dabolang opened his arms and gave He Daqing a big hug.

The hug was so tight that He Daqing even had difficulty breathing.

There were loud waves and some choked words in my ears.

"Thank you, dear, for the cake.

It’s beautiful, I love it.”

He Daqing gently patted Dabolang's back.

"It's good that you like it. I spent a lot of money to get it.

Okay, okay, let me go, stop being so lustful.

Your mouth stinks, go brush your teeth..."

Dabolang cursed and laughed as he punched He Daqing twice in the chest, his entire face turning red like an apple.

The other women in the room looked at the cake on the table with bright eyes, shining with an inexplicable brilliance.

The men in Moscow are all spoiled by women.

They had never seen a man willing to treat a woman so sincerely.

In fact, most of the time, when a man and a woman go on a date, the venue and the umbrella require women to prepare carefully.

He Daqing pulled out a thing as big as a volleyball from his bag and tossed it in his hand.

"Do you know what this is?

Don't underestimate this thing, it comes from China, 8,000 kilometers away.

In our Moscow, it is absolutely unique.

The Vikings called it Maxima, which means the biggest lemon...

My love for you has traveled eight thousand miles..."

Big Wave stared blankly at the pomelo in He Daqing's hand, reached out to touch it lightly, and then retracted his hand.

The others also looked like they had never seen the world before, with their eyes wide open.

You know, the prices of vegetables and fruits in Moscow in winter are quite good.

The vast land gave them vast pastures and farmland.

Not to mention eating meat every day, but there is no problem in eating it every few days.

But vegetables and fruits are different. Except for pickled cucumbers, sauerkraut and the like, ordinary people can't even afford apples.

Not to mention, the fruits are from eight thousand miles away.

He Daqing handed the pomelo to the curious women and said:

"I'm leaving first, I have to go to work.

In the evening, I will come over and celebrate Sonya's birthday together.

My work needs to be kept confidential, so please don't ask around, got it?"

Sonya with big wavy hair came close to He Daqing again, hugged him tightly, and the two of them were in love with each other.

Then it was the turn of the blonde, Natasha...

He Daqing walked out of the dormitory building and left without looking back.

Exhale a puff of white mist.

The land of gentleness is truly a heroes’ grave.

He Daqing was afraid that if he turned back, he would be trapped again.

Following the crowd, He Daqing boarded a bus to the western suburbs.

Fortunately, today is Sunday, a day off, so there are not many people.

It's winter now and people sweat less.

Otherwise, the white skin of the whole car and the body odor would be enough to smoke He Daqing into bacon.

He Daqing sat by the window and looked carefully at the streets of Moscow.

There were not many vehicles on the wide street, but the streets were lined with people flowing freely.

Everyone's clothes were well-dressed, without any signs of mending.

Gray, yellow, brown, blue, brown, white, so colorful and eye-catching.

Although the Soviet Union was also a planned economy, it allowed small handicraftsmen to sell their own products, but they were not allowed to hire workers to do the work.

The small vendors on both sides of the street add a bit of prosperity to the streets of Moscow.

Those selling dried fruits, socks, soap, and bread all seem to be doing good business.

The winter sun shines on the lazy crowd, and everything is so comfortable.

Just like, just like in my previous life, in my memory, the old city after the 1980s.

Everyone can have enough food to eat and wear clothes without patches.

He strolled along the streets with his wife and children, and had some spare money in his hands, so he could buy some small things to make his family laugh.

Everything is so beautiful.

With China's great victory in the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, the socialist camp was in its heyday.

As the big brother, the Soviet Union naturally also saw its share of profits rise.

European and American capitalists are in a state of constant fear, always on guard against the children of workers and peasants under their command, fearing that they might overthrow them.

Many people come together for common beliefs and ideals.

They even provided various intelligence and scientific research results to the Soviet Union free of charge.

The Red Empire at this time was at its most prosperous era.

While He Daqing was in a daze, the bus had already arrived at the western suburbs.

China's embassy is located in the western suburbs of Moscow.

After getting off the bus, He Daqing did not go directly to the embassy.

Instead, he went to a private house across the street and found a clerk who worked at the embassy.

That is, the contact person for this mission.

As the two talked, He Daqing broke out in a cold sweat.

"My uncle He Daqing is just a security chief, and he just had a fight.

You want me to steal the technical data of the Russians' atomic bomb?"