Past events in Beicheng

When the new semester started, Wang Yao finally became more like a student. The tutor was very satisfied with his self-study ability and hard-working attitude. While integrating into the curriculum, he finally began to gradually come into contact with special topics.This sense of fulfillment made him feel at ease, and the days in the city of the North Kingdom no longer seemed so depressing.

Torres, like all Soviet/Union people, loves Xia Tian passionately. Basketball is his main way of expressing his love. He wants to invite everyone to participate in this meaningful event, including Wang Yao.But his classmates felt inappropriate: "He is still our teacher of basic courses this semester."

Indeed, Wang Yao was responsible for the teaching content of the second volume of the Mechanical Principles class, and probably no one except Torres regarded him as a real classmate.

"And he doesn't like playing basketball." Ivan shrugged.

"Is chess his favorite sport?" someone joked.

"Maybe," Ivan was the center forward, and he stood up holding the ball: "Torres, if you hang around, you can become a referee."

Everyone laughed, and when the ball drew an arc in the sky, the boys ran after the ball.

"A bunch of poor idiots," said Professor Belyayev lazily leaning on the window and looking at the playground. "You can still be so happy playing in a school without girls. You are really poor idiots."

"Professor, there must have been many girls cheering for you back then?" Wang Yao, who was writing the lesson plan, raised his head and smiled.

"Oh, Wang Yao, you guessed it wrong, the girls at Len/Ning/G/Le University will only cheer for a guy like Ivan, but they are not interested in a nerd with glasses like me."

"Professor! Your mockery of yourself is terrible!" Wang Yao shook his head: "But you seem to know Ivan very well?"

"His mother and I used to be teachers at Le/Ning/Ge/Le University. Oh, little Wang Yao, your expression is scary. Don't think it's strange that a German teacher would know a mechanical major. Well, it’s really strange, that’s because our parents were also colleagues, and we grew up together, in the teacher’s dormitory where Ivan grew up. It’s strange to say that Ivan, his father’s hair and eyes It's black, well, just like you, but he's got his mother's look and looks exactly like his mother's."

"His father was a soldier?"

Belyayev exhaled through his nostrils: "A literate brother/sar/k is illiterate."

"Brother/Sa/K? Isn't he from the Soviet Union?"

"My dear, the Cossacks are of course Soviets, and very Soviet Soviets, you know, your school is named after Cossacks, and Bib Is General Jon/Ni more of the Soviet/United/people of the Soviet/United States? Brother/Sa/K is a region where cavalry is abundant, old Ivan is one of them, that’s all.”

"No wonder he was allowed to continue to engage in the military industry." A portrait of General Bu/Joan/Ni appeared in Wang Yao's mind, and he was secretly taken aback by this picture.

"Is this a good choice?" Belyayev raised his eyebrows disdainfully: "Ivan is different from him. He was born in Lenin/G/Le, not in the countryside by the Don/River. Grandfather's family culture is very good, which can make him an excellent university professor. But his father must let him go to the army after graduating from secondary school! You have to know how good his graduation grades are! He Maybe he thinks that his status as regiment commander can play a little role in his son? It's a pity that he forgot how he has been treated in the army in the past few years. If he is not good enough, he is so stupid that he can't even speak clearly If he hadn’t, he would have been exiled to West/Ber/Lea. He chose the wrong life for Ivan, and his whole family was ruined by him.” Belyayev suddenly started chattering: “He won’t go by himself. West/Beer/Lea/A sent his daughter, poor girl, lost her fiancé because of this, and got sick all over her body. Is this the so-called gaining wisdom from labor? Life is so cruel, after a few years Afterwards, the old Ivan’s guilt towards her gradually disappeared, and instead he felt that his daughter had become a drag on his life. It was clearly his own fault, but he always found excuses to torture his family members, even if he didn’t read the letter he wrote to Ivan. Wan's letter I know what he rambled about in the letter. If he wanted to complain about his own political problems, who would Ivan complain to? Complaining that he almost failed the political trial because of his incompetent father ? Let him almost fail to learn?! In the final analysis, this all stems from the choice of a woman, and women are really very strange."

"Sometimes girls just prefer men in military uniforms." Wang Yao felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward: "It's like this in French novels."

Belyayev was dumbfounded for a moment. He recalled the first time he saw old Ivan, that heroic cavalryman with a proud smile, gleaming black eyes and gleaming military /merit/ Zhang, standing beside him, Elizabeth smiled sweetly, as if she was the happiest woman in the world.

Sometimes I think of Elizabeth's daughter when I see her, but when she looks sick, I gradually forget that happy shadow: "But anyway, Ivan is very good, I hope he Don't be as unlucky as his sister, that's enough, what can we do in this world?"

"Is Ivan's sister named Anya?" Wang Yao recalled the name.

Belyayev looked into Wang Yao's dark eyes in surprise: "He actually mentioned his sister to you? He never told others about his family affairs, even Torres only knew about it."

"Ah," Wang Yao showed a flattered expression, "Maybe it was mentioned by chance."

"Oh, hehe," Belyayev suddenly smiled kindly: "It must be because I really became friends with you, Wang Yao, although this is not something worthy of honor, but It's a little rare indeed. Maybe you shouldn't call him Ivan anymore, you can call him Vanya."

"Maybe it's because I'm a foreigner." Wang Yao buried his head in his lesson plan: "People always need to vent. I only stayed in the Soviet Union for three years, maybe that's all."

Wang Yao closed his mouth, and corrected a typo that he had just written.

Beryayev didn't look out the window any more, he just stared blankly at the Chinese in front of him. In fact, he had never looked at Wang Yao carefully. Until now, he could see how black his hair was, which made him His heart was a little sad, because in his cognition, people with black hair seemed to play a tough role in his life, and they always stepped on themselves.Perhaps because the Chinese was too mild-tempered and an interesting young man, he dropped his guard and was able to be honest.

China?This vocabulary is too unfamiliar to him, he doesn't even care why Wang Yao came here, but from this moment on, he began to look forward to it, looking forward to a different situation this time, in all aspects.

Wang Yao was not nervous about giving lectures on stage. After all, he had been teaching at West/South/Union University for more than a year, and he was originally teaching "Principles of Mechanics". After fully adapting to various Russian editions After learning the technical terms, he felt that he should be able to do the job.

Wang Yao’s first class went smoothly. Judging from the expressions of the students, everyone could understand his German-style Russian—although he felt that he had poured enough love into the Soviet Union, he still had no way to express his love for the Soviet Union. His uvula sound becomes a big tongue sound.

During class break, Nikolai Viktoritz Proshenko, who was sitting in the second row, poked Ivan in front with a pen: "Hey, Ivan, can you sit behind me? You are too tall , blocked the blackboard, and the seat behind me was also empty, and I stretched my waist for a class, and my waist was about to break."

Ivan nodded, packed his books and stood up.

Nico stretched his waist and complained to the students next to him: "Is the mechanical class so interesting? Why is the teacher laughing all the time? Oh, my God! He's laughing all the time! I can't stand it anymore. I haven't seen him again." There's nothing more stupid than that."

"Class is over!" Wang Yao stood on the podium and clapped his hands: "Student Braginsky, what's the matter?"

"No." Ivan sat down with an ugly expression.

In general, Belyayev expressed satisfaction with Wang Yao's teaching. Although he was only two years older than the students in the audience, the teacher's demeanor was still very good, the teaching rhythm was well grasped, and the speech was clear.After class, Wang Yao answered several students' questions, and followed Belyayev to make an after-class summary.Walking out of the teaching building, he looked at his watch and planned to go back to the dormitory to put away his textbooks before going to the cafeteria for dinner.

"Are you back?" Wang Yao heard the sound of water in the bathroom when he entered the door.

The people inside didn't answer, Wang Yao thought he didn't hear, so he packed up his own affairs.

Ivan didn't expect Wang Yao to come back at noon, he hesitated for a while, but he opened the door as naturally as possible and walked out.

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Yao looked at the corner of his mouth in surprise.

"What's wrong with me?" Ivan just repeated what the other person said.

"The corner of your mouth is broken and swollen, and your nose is bleeding." Wang Yao pointed to his face.

"It's nothing." Ivan sat on the edge of the bed and blocked his nose with a handkerchief. "Well, it probably hit a wall."

Faced with this incoherent lie, Wang Yao didn't pursue it. He just went downstairs to find some anti-inflammatory alcohol and said, "Do you want to accompany you to the hospital?"

When the cotton gauze soaked in alcohol was covered, Ivan still felt a little tingling. Wang Yao supported the back of his head and let him relax: "Is there any red or purple potion in the dormitory?"

Ivan shook his head.

"Don't move, let me see if the bleeding has stopped." Wang Yao straightened Ivan's head.

The state of staring at each other made him feel a little embarrassed: "I think it should stop, let's go to eat."

Wang Yao pressed his shoulder and took away the bloody handkerchief in his hand: "Don't worry, it will bleed again if you move, sit for a while, I'll wait for you."

Maybe not going to the hospital is really not a good choice, at the moment another problem solver - Torres is in the hospital with the real victim.

It took Wang Yao a week to see him and his still swollen face in the next mechanics class.As for Torres, he looked at Ivan with a guilty conscience, then at Nicholas, and then secretly glanced at Wang Yao.

Wang Yao looked at Torres' face that had no secrets, sighed angrily and amusedly in his heart, and opened the handout for the second class.

The smiling teacher Wang Yao finally stopped smiling in the third class. Most of the students who didn't know the truth were relieved. After all, not every Soviet/Union person can bear this endless smile!Even though Teacher Wang Yao's smile is oriental, with a bit of exotic beauty, but if you can choose, everyone still hopes that the teacher in class will not smile, as long as they don't smile is enough.

But classmate Ivan Ivanovich Braginsky looked unhappy, at least after the break of the first class began, his expression was gloomy.Torres looked around and found nothing wrong: "Ivan, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Ivan tapped his notebook with a pen.

Generally speaking, if Ivan says there is nothing, there must be something!

Torres looked around again with a guilty conscience, except for a few people asking questions around Wang Yao, there was really nothing abnormal.

"You are really a devil! Ivan!" Torres held his chest: "Please, can you make it clear, I think your expression is not right, really, if you continue like this, my heart will stop beating."

Torres was also depressed. He couldn't decipher Comrade Ivan's thoughts, but Ivan's own thoughts were very simple. This time it was not Nicholas who angered him.asshole!Even sitting in the third row, I could hear his tone of voice!What's more, it's not a matter of tone at all!Even his expression was irritating him!

After class, Wang Yao found that Ivan seemed to be waiting for him, but Ivan was indeed waiting for him.As soon as he walked out of the teaching building, Ivan put his hands on his chest and said with a serious face, "Why are you talking to him?"

"Student with Nicholas?" Wang Yao suddenly guessed what he was going to say.

ah!You've started calling him Nikolai!Ivan's face was so ugly that it couldn't be more ugly.

"I won't let you talk to him."

This kind of paternalistic style really made Wang Yao laugh.

Ivan was furious, but he couldn't bring his fist to Wang Yao's face.

"Well, well, don't explain the reason," Wang Yao signaled Ivan, who was about to speak, to stop: "First of all, I already know all about your glorious deeds, so don't worry about who is the informer, Wang Yao who can guess that you like to eat cherry cake Teacher Yao has this wisdom." Looking at Ivan's tense face, Wang Yao couldn't help laughing for a while: "Ahem, Ivan, why are you acting like a child? Hahaha, why are you Will it be like a child?"

Ivan looked away angrily.

Wang Yao had no choice but to hold back his laughter, and grabbed his arm: "Okay, Comrade Ivan, let me hear your opinion, tell me what I should do."

"If you say a word to him again, I'll beat him up again!" Ivan's expression was serious.

"But, Ivan," Wang Yao dragged him forward: "The no-production/class/class policy with no way out is not the real no-production/class/class policy."

"..."

"Give you two days to digest your big/sha/wen/ism, okay?" Wang Yao dragged the future commander of the armored company, because he was angry, so he was as heavy as an armored car.

"..."

"Let's go," Wang Yao tightened his hands, "or else I'll give you extra homework."

However, Wang Yao did not fulfill his promise. The next day, when they went to the library, they happened to meet Nicholas, or Nicholas was waiting for them there.Nikolai even took the initiative to say hello to Ivan, even if the other party ignored him, he was not angry.

"What have you done to him?!" Ivan simply couldn't face such Nicholas.

"I cast a spell on him." Wang Yao lowered his voice and said something in German.

"Oh my God, you two are idiots!"

After opening the book, Wang Yao fell into a state of ecstasy. He didn't realize Ivan was standing behind him until he stood on tiptoe in front of the bookshelf and aimed at the "Radio Basics" on the top shelf.

"Which one do you want?"

"That book."

"this?"

"No, it's from another publisher, and the one on the left, Vanya."

Ivan felt that his hand seemed to have paused, and then he said, "Is this the book?"

"Well, thank you."

"Hold it." Ivan didn't turn around, but handed the book back to Wang Yao: "I want to read it again, you go first."

After the sound of footsteps faded away, Ivan rested his forehead on the shelf full of communication engineering books, and comforted himself in his heart—even if it was a member of an armored company, it would not be strange to stand in front of the communication engineering bookshelf and read books .

The author has something to say: Note: Cossacks are an area of ​​the Soviet Union/Union, famous for their cavalry in World War I, and his famous literary work "Quiet River Don" describes the suffering of Cossacks from World War I to the Civil War The history, the prototype of the old Ivan in this article mainly refers to the experience of the protagonist. His wandering and confusion during the civil war became his "crime" in the "Great Purge", so he was quite coldly received.

Note: Vanya is Ivan's nickname.