Past events in Beicheng

When the alarm clock rang, the sky was not bright at all, the blizzard finally stopped, and it was quiet outside the window.After Wang Yao finished washing, he began to recite his Russian words.Ivan turned on the lamp and sat on the edge of the bed to read the German novel.

"Let's go?" Seeing Wang Yao put down the dictionary, Ivan closed the book himself.

"Okay." Wang Yao glanced at him in surprise: "Thank you."

Before opening the bedroom door, Ivan reached out and tightened the scarf around Wang Yao's neck: "Actually, this place is near the Arctic Circle, and it's at least twenty degrees below zero today."

Wang Yao accepted this suggestion, put on gloves before pushing the door, but unfortunately the door of the dormitory didn't move at all.

"I'll do it." Ivan took a step back and kicked the door violently. There was a muffled sound from the iron door, and a crack opened: "The heavy snow buried the door."

The poor gate was kicked three times in a row before it opened a gap that only one person could pass through.As soon as they walked out of the building, the Chinese couldn't help but sneezed in the cold air.Ivan turned his head back, and was amused by his frozen red nose and temporarily lost demeanor.

The corners of his mouth were grinned, and he even showed a few teeth, and the main reason he was smiling so obviously was because he knew it was dark enough that no one could see.

Someone was clearing snow on the main road of the school, and the two parted ways here. Wang Yao had to go to the Academic Affairs Office to report and get his schedule by the way. He was not only the teaching assistant of Professor Belyayev, but also a graduate student of communication engineering in this college. He didn't come here to earn subsidies to play.

The comrade in the Academic Affairs Office is a man with a high nose bridge and black curly hair. He is not tall and muscular.

"Comrade Wang Yao, due to special reasons this time, you are temporarily arranged in a separate dormitory. When the new semester begins, you can submit an application to the school, and we will arrange you and the graduate students majoring in communication together. Your study and life will be more helpful. You are Professor Belyayev's teaching assistant. I have to remind you that you don't need to get too close to him. Although he is not a troublemaker who spreads rumors, his thoughts It's not decent anyway. You're here to study, you know what I mean?"

Wang Yao nodded: "Thank you."

"You can meet your tutor in the afternoon, have you adjusted the time? Stop thinking about life in Chinese time, or you will always be looking at the watch and waiting for the morning. Tomorrow seems to be your first class , but as a class for students," the comrades in the Academic Affairs Office flipped through Wang Yao's schedule: "Here, "Selected Works of Marx, Lenin, and Masterpieces", have you ever studied in China?"

"I have read En/Ge/S's "Fan/Du/Lin/On"."

"Fan/Du/Lin/On" is the joint achievement of En/Ge/S and Ma/K/Si. Go to study, young Comrade Wang Yao, you will definitely have new insights, and your classmates are all Some excellent military/military talents. You must know that they are our indestructible cornerstone, and you are their teacher of mechanical principles courses, but you are classmates in ideological learning, you are all young people, let’s communicate well.” The little man looked out the window: "Look, the sun has finally come out, let's go have lunch together." The little middle-aged man picked up the hat on the hanger, covered his curly black hair, and took the king Yao walked out of the office building.Wang Yao looked back at the "rising sun", but found that she did not "rise", as if she was just circling along the horizon.

In the afternoon, Wang Yao saw Torres again, this time he was carrying a stack of textbooks: "Comrade Wang Yao!"

"Thank you!" Wang Yao took the book in his hand: "I'm going to get it."

"I met Ivan at the intersection just now, and he brought it for you. I happened to be idle, so he asked me to bring it here." Torres also picked up a stack and carried it upstairs.

"What is he up to?"

"Although he came late, he still has to take the exam. He probably stays in the library again."

"Oh." Wang Yao first found out the "Selected Works of Marxism/Legendism/Masterpieces" and put it in his schoolbag.

Ivan didn't show up until evening: "Have you met your mentor?"

Wang Yao put down the dictionary in his hand: "I have seen it, and there is also Mr. Lotnikov in the teaching office."

"Oh, by the way, the class will be earlier tomorrow morning. I have morning exercises tomorrow. Can you find the classroom?" Ivan was about to boil a kettle of hot water, but when he brought the kettle, he found that the kettle was already full. I made myself a cup of strong tea: "If you can't find it, I'll go downstairs and call Torres and ask him to pick you up."

"I have already asked clearly today." Wang Yao smelled the smell wafting from his tea mug. Could this be Su/Lian tea?black tea?

Ivan put down the tea mug, sat down in front of the desk, opened the book, and closed his mouth.

Wang Yao picked up the dictionary again and turned to the page he was looking at just now.

This place is really suitable for studying, Wang Yao thought, the night here is endlessly long.

Len/Nin/G/Le in November is rarely so cold. The warm current on the ocean still favors the city. After the blizzard, the temperature has finally picked up. Although the ice and snow have not melted, at least the expression of the roommate is a little softer. a little.

Wang Yao originally thought that Ivan arrived later than his classmates, so he hadn't made friends yet. It took a few days to figure out that most of the people in this class knew each other before.Yes, according to the training requirements of Soviet/Union military officers, after graduating from military/official schools, they have worked in their respective companies/teams for a long time. This university experience is more like a "study class".Facing his old acquaintances, Ivan seems too lazy to socialize, and his relationship with Torres seems to be only because they are in the same company, and they are likely to continue to work together in the future.

Just one class of "Selected Works of Marxism/Leninism/Masterpieces" is not enough for Wang Yao to integrate into this group. Wang Yao buried himself in his textbooks. When he was distracted, he could only look at the back of the head of Comrade Braginsky in front of him in a daze—with very light hair color, Wang Yao searched his mind for one or two Russian words that could describe it and wrote them in his notebook. besides?Yes, purple, Wang Yao looked it up in the dictionary and wrote purple on it.anything else?It seemed that there was no color, Wang Yao forcibly turned his attention back to his textbook, temporarily forgetting his boring dictation game.

"Borrow a pen." Ivan suddenly turned his head and found Wang Yao who had deserted.

Wang Yao quietly moved his vocabulary list under the book, and handed him a pen.

Ivan took the pen, turned his head, and thought: It turns out that not everyone who went to the Soviet Union was a fanatic.Also, Ivan scratched the book with his pen: Is he really 26 years old?This person can get into any middle school in Lenin/Ning/Ge/Le with his face.However, his temperament is very mature, and what he saw just now seems to be another him.

"Ivan," Torres looked over, "what are you laughing at?"

"Torris Andreevich Rolinatis," the teacher with a high/ca/so accent tapped the blackboard with chalk: "Please read this paragraph to everyone."

Torres had to stand up in embarrassment and started to read aloud, but the next few questions from the teacher did not bother him. Torres seemed to have a lot of research on Marxist/Leninist/philosophical/scientific theories.Seeing the teacher nodding, Torres finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat down.

At noon, Torres walked out of the classroom dejectedly: "Hey, I hope the teacher doesn't deduct my marks, what about Wang Yao? Why don't you invite him to have dinner with us?"

"His afternoon class is in the East District." Ivan took out the meal ticket in his pocket.

"Shall we play ball together later?"

"No, I have to go to the library and lend me your notes." Ivan looked at the gloomy sky: "It seems that winter is really coming."

Winter is really here.

The grass blades that hadn’t turned yellow before were brittle and shattered, and the water in the river stopped flowing, and it was frozen hard from top to bottom.The other rooms in this old dormitory building were a bit leaky, and Ivan made a special trip to find a day to come back early to block up the other rooms on the third floor.But all this effort did little to warm their poor room.Because the school hadn't sent the workers to overhaul the heating, Ivan had to find out his velvet shoes and wear them on his feet in the room.

"You'd better not stay up late, or you will catch a cold." Ivan buried himself in the quilt, and covered the cotton coat outside the quilt.

"Ah, um." Wang Yao took a pen and was still writing and calculating.

Ivan is not Torres, he does not have the ability to chatter, he just put the bottle of wine in front of him on the side of the bed opposite, and then got into the quilt and fell asleep.

Two days later, Ivan deeply regretted his decision. This Chinese obviously didn't know enough about the word severe cold—he caught a cold.

What's more frightening is that in addition to sneezing and coughing, he seems to be accompanied by dizziness and headaches.

"You have a fever?" Ivan even found a thermometer.

Wang Yao took the thermometer, but avoided his hand: "Be careful, it will be contagious."

Fortunately, it was just a low fever, Wang Yao picked up the book.

"I'll take notes, and you can just copy them when you come back." Ivan didn't think the course "Selected Works of Marxism/Leninism/Masterpieces" was too important, at least he didn't need to take exams.

"It's okay." Because of the cold, Wang Yao's face was flushed: "If it's convenient, can you accompany me to the hospital to get some medicine after class?"

"Okay," Ivan took the textbook in his hand: "Do you need a hat?" Ivan put his thickest hat on Wang Yao's head.

It is not difficult to see a doctor and get medicine. There are not many sick people in the Military Communication Academy.The nurse looked at Wang Yao curiously: "Ah, you are from China? You are from China!"

Wang Yao smiled at her politely, and the nurse girl became happy: "Oh, my God, I really saw a Chinese/Chinese person today, a Chinese/Chinese person like a porcelain doll."

"He has a cold, come here to get some medicine."

The nurse girl ignored the tall soldier/officer on the side: "You should pay attention, Len/Ning/G/Le may be too cold, we also have many people with black hair and black eyes here, but the Mongolian/Mongols look as good as you It’s different, where are you from? Is it far from Mongolia/Gu?”

"I'm from China/Nanjing." Wang Yao felt smoke coming from his thirsty throat.

"This is your cold medicine. You still have a fever." The nurse girl looked carefully at the doctor's prescription: "Let me give you some more aspirin, which can help you reduce your fever. How many days will you be on sick leave?"

Wang Yao was about to speak, but Ivan interrupted him in an unquestionable tone: "Three days."

When he walked out of the hospital, Wang Yao couldn't help complaining: "Tomorrow and the next two days are rest days, so there is no need to issue a sick note."

"It's windy, don't talk."

Wang Yao was also speechless, returned to the dormitory, took medicine, took a shower, and nestled on the bed.

After Ivan took a bath, he carefully studied the structure of the heater, but he didn't make any effective progress, so he had to dry his hair and lay down on the bed to try to sleep.After Ivan closed his eyes and found a little feeling of falling asleep, there was a soft exhalation sound in the room, and after a while, there was another sound, and then there was the sound of turning over lightly, and then, the cotton coat fell to the floor The sound of the car drilled into Ivan's ears.

The alarm clock on the chest of drawers was ticking, and after a while of silence, Ivan heard Wang Yao get up, and then walked quickly into the bathroom.

When Wang Yao opened the bathroom door, he was blinded by the light. After touching the cold edge of the sink, he felt that he couldn't hold it anymore: "Uh!"

The pain in the stomach far overwhelmed the headache, and after he vomited out his little dinner, the pain in the empty stomach made him break into a cold sweat.

"water."

Wang Yao took the cup handed over by Ivan, the warm water in the cup somewhat relieved the strange taste in his mouth, he rinsed his mouth, and washed his face again, Wang Yao felt a little more awake: "Sorry, I woke you up. "

Ivan touched his cold shoulder: "Come and sleep with me."

"no need."

Ivan ignored him, but temporarily threw him in the slightly warmer bathroom, returned to the room by himself, dragged open the drawer between the two beds, and pushed the beds together.

"You sleep in there."

When Wang Yao supported the wall and walked back to the room, his stomach was still in severe pain: "Ah! аспирин! She said aspirin!" Wang Yao smiled bitterly and retreated to the bed. This familiar pain made him feel helpless.

"Do you have a stomach problem?" Ivan folded the quilts of the two of them together.

Wang Yao nodded with difficulty: "Fortunately, it's just a gastric ulcer."

In dizziness, Wang Yao felt a warm breath approaching him, and a hand was placed on his back. Then, his chin lightly pressed against his head, and the sound of his breathing was heard above his head.Wang Yao thought of his light-colored hair, it wasn't a warm color, it wasn't the golden color of the Germans, it wasn't the brown color of the French, it was a strange color, and it could only be properly described in Russian terms.

The light-haired Ivan was not sure that he could accept the way of falling asleep while hugging someone else, but he remembered what the nurse girl said—Porcelain doll, is he a porcelain doll?Who will answer him?After all, he is not that excited nurse girl, and he has never even seen a real "porcelain doll".Comrade Ivan, who had been arguing with the "porcelain doll" for a while, felt Wang Yao's tense back gradually relieved, and through the shirt, he could feel the other party's body temperature rising slightly.The way Wang Yao lay in his arms was like a cat. Although it was much bigger than the one he had raised, Ivan, who regarded Wang Yao as a cat, felt much more natural. The Chinese held him in his arms and even patted him on the back.Probably because of washing his face, his skirt was a little wet. Ivan freed his hand and unbuttoned him. The other party only resisted a little and let him take off his shirt obediently.When he threw the wet shirt out of the quilt, the structural diagram of the radiator appeared in his mind, but unfortunately the mechanical basics course he had learned could not help much at this moment.

Ivan knew that Wang Yao's stomach was still hurting, and the little pill that was supposed to heal him was doing the opposite.He didn't let go of his hand, but pressed the quilt tightly, adjusted his posture to a comfortable angle, and fell asleep deeply.

The author has something to say: Note: Russians don’t like to laugh very much, this has become a special feature of Russia.Generally speaking, these people are aloof, and if you smile at them for no reason, they will think you are a dick or a hypocrite.

Note: аспирин——aspirin; aspirin is a forbidden drug for patients with stomach problems,