Past events in Beicheng

Wang Yao slept well that night, the night in the suburbs was so quiet that he didn't have any dreams at all.When he woke up, the time was already pointing to eight o'clock, Wang Yao walked to the window, opened the curtains, and the dazzling light shot in.

"Hmm!" Wang Yao opened the window and took a breath of the morning air, the faint smell of green grass was intoxicating.

"Breakfast is ready!" A person suddenly appeared in the garden: "Come out and eat!"

Wang Yao was not in a hurry, he looked at Ivan in the garden with a smile on his cheek, "Did you turn off my alarm clock?"

"Go to bed at one o'clock in the morning and get up at six o'clock in the morning, Wang Yao, that's why you don't grow taller."

"What about Torres? He sleeps ten hours a day to be as tall as me."

"His height has been converted into his ideological realm!" Ivan made an exaggerated gesture: "His ideological realm is so high!"

Well, that's right, Wang Yao laughed at him in his heart: It seems that you are tall because you sleep a long time, think less, and have a low awareness.Poor Comrade Ivan, you should take a logic course next semester.

Comrade Ivan, who didn't know that Wang Yao was slandering him, was happily running from the garden back to the kitchen, washing his hands, and presenting his masterpiece.

"Oh! It's really impressive!" Wang Yao looked at the red cabbage soup in front of him: "The red cabbage soup is good, and you also made the bread?"

"I bought this, it doesn't matter, you should try the soup first."

Wang Yao took a sip: "Not bad, really good."

"It would be great if it suits your taste!" Ivan also filled a bowl for himself, and sat down: "In this way, I have the capital to negotiate terms with you."

"Capitalist, what do you want to talk to me about? Help with your summer homework?"

"That's good, but unfortunately I don't have any summer homework." Ivan rubbed his chin: "But I can give you a summer homework, Mr. Wang Yao."

"What kind of homework?"

"Two hours a day," Ivan held up two fingers: "You have to spare two hours a day for me, and I will arrange it, otherwise you will become a reading machine. This is summer vacation, I can't let you ruined her."

"..."

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about how to refuse your willful request."

"!"

"Or shall we have a lively haggling?"

"Then I'll start bidding from four hours!"

"Okay, okay, two hours, classmate Ivan, give me back the beetroot soup." Wang Yao compromised: "By the way, cut a piece of bread for me, the taste of the bread is also very good."

"Of course, I went to the market after I got up and bought freshly baked bread and fresh red vegetables." Ivan was extremely satisfied with his cooking skills.

Wang Yao saw that there was indeed a pack of red vegetables piled up in the kitchen: "You bought so much?!"

"Yes, I still have to eat at noon and at night."

"Do you also eat red cabbage soup at noon and evening?"

"Yes." Is there something wrong?Ivan looked at Wang Yao curiously.

"Do you...do you cook other dishes besides red cabbage soup?"

"..."

"..."

Wang Yao lowered his head, looked at the soup in his bowl, and felt that his counter-offer for "two hours" was really too high.

"Hehe," Wang Yao smiled, "Let me make lunch."

Wang Yao simply looked at the kitchen, wrote a list and handed it to Ivan. The dense content on the list made Ivan feel a little confused: "What does the check mark mean?"

"The ones that are ticked must be bought. For other contents, if the symbols in front are the same, they are the raw materials of the same dish. If one of them cannot be purchased, then this group does not need to buy."

"What does this solid symbol mean?"

"This is a very delicious dish. If you can't buy all the ingredients, you can try to buy all the ingredients." Wang Yao pointed to the small words below the list: "The meanings of the symbols are all noted here, you can read them as you walk."

"..." Ivan frowned: "Do you Chinese live so hard?"

"No, no, no," Wang Yao touched his conscience and said, "This is really a bad thing learned in Germany. If you want to blame, you can blame the Germans."

At the market, Ivan held his little note like a primary school student cheating in the exam room. He struggled to compare the content of the notes and kept arranging and combining various materials. Is this Chinese food?God!How much thought do Chinese people spend on eating!

The owner of the grocery store glanced at the note in Ivan's hand, and said with sincere emotion: "Young man, your wife is terrible. What does this symbol mean?"

"This symbol means that these three seasonings can be replaced with each other. Which one do you have? If you don't have any, buy this one. Yes, the one marked with an asterisk is not a five-pointed star, but a four-pointed star. Pay attention to the weight, the weight he marked no the same."

Ivan, who came back from grocery shopping, slumped on the sofa: "You must accompany me next time! I can't stand it!"

"Does the time of grocery shopping count in those two hours?" Wang Yao said in the kitchen.

"..." Ivan lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, and had already given up on himself: "Forget it! Forget it!"

When Wang Yao called him, Ivan had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

"Get up and eat."

Ivan got up and rubbed his eyes. He indeed smelled a fragrance that he had never experienced before.

"Oh my God, what is this!"

"The fish you bought."

"This is fish?!"

"Well, if it's freshwater fish, the taste will be better."

Ivan savored it carefully: "It turns out that fish can produce this kind of taste."

"Are you used to eating?"

"It's delicious!" Ivan took a bite of the vegetables next to him in surprise: "My God, you can still cook like this."

"I'm not the kind of young master you think. I have studied in Germany for so many years, and I still have a lot of life experience." Wang Yao recalled all kinds of pig's trotters in Germany, and couldn't help it. He sighed: "But let's make your red cabbage soup for dinner."

"No, I don't want to eat red cabbage soup anymore, I'd rather go shopping once every meal."

"Actually, the dishes I cook are not delicious. If you want to eat delicious food, you still have to come to China in person." Wang Yao stood up and took off his apron: "The kitchen is a little oily, let me clean it for you."

"No! Go and read, I cannot spend your precious two hours on such trifles."

Wang Yao returned to the study room, opened the dictionary and notebook, and suddenly a gust of wind blew up all the pages in front of him. Between light and shadow, Wang Yao suddenly felt a burst of fatigue he had never felt before. He couldn't help but think, this is really Too bad, should I still stay in school?Just like the three years when I stayed in Germany.The text on the page suddenly became blurred, Wang Yao hurriedly patted his face, wondering whether it was the lazy scenery in the countryside that drained his will, or he became a little sentimental because he suddenly ate hometown food.

But what can I do?

Wang Yao lowered his head, rearranged the books, and picked up the pen.

In the evening, Ivan knocked on the door of the study: "Although it's red cabbage soup again, it's time to eat again."

"Ah, thank you, just right, can you come over and see what this means?" Wang Yao closed the dictionary.

Ivan walked over and looked at the sentence in the book: "Oh, this is a prepositional case. You see, it is used together with o, so your translation method is wrong. What is expressed here is content and meaning. This word is a professional The term may not be in the dictionary you read."

Wang Yao is holding a Russian/German dictionary, and the mutual translation of the three languages ​​made him miserable: "The transformation is too complicated, and the knowledge I have learned for two years is still not enough."

"This is normal, Natasha still can't tell all the declensions."

Wang Yao sighed helplessly: "It's rare that I can't help but want to complain. If these books are all in Chinese, I think I will be able to complete all defenses within two years."

"Is that why you don't want to stay in the Soviet Union any longer?"

"Ah, no, I just think Russian is too difficult, and it's even more difficult to understand with the content of professional courses. To be honest, if I studied mechanics in the Soviet Union, it might be difficult for me to get a diploma."

"I still think that you think Russian is difficult because you don't love the Soviet Union enough."

"Do you remember what the bus driver said? I think I love the Soviet Union very much, but I still can't pronounce the p sound. This matter has nothing to do with love."

"Well, look," Ivan found a chair and sat down: "The biggest difference between German and Russian is that our tongues vibrate, so forget about your mouthwash practice, you have to put your tongue here. Ivan opened his mouth and pointed to his upper gums: "Yes, a little further back."

"Yes!" Wang Yao uttered a sound with difficulty, but did not tremble as he wished.

"No, no, no, that's right," Ivan demonstrated again.

"Come on!" Wang Yao shook his head: "No, I can't pronounce the '了' sound directly like you, and I can't tremble if I don't pronounce the 'de' sound."

"Why can't you tremble?" Ivan didn't understand why some people couldn't pronounce this sound: "Don't worry, you have to relax."

"I'm very relaxed, but I can't, we don't have this sound in Chinese."

"You must not relax!" Ivan held Wang Yao's face in his hands: "You have to learn to relax!"

"Ok?"

Wang Yao was stunned for a moment, and broke away from Ivan's hand: "I, that, think about it for yourself."

Ivan also seemed embarrassed: "Well, don't be in a hurry, you can practice on your own, I'll serve the soup first."

Wang Yao touched his face and felt that his reaction just now was a bit excessive.Then, he suddenly heard the sound of metal utensils falling to the ground in the kitchen. After a moment of silence, another disk might have fallen to the ground, making a muffled sound.

Wang Yao closed the book and smiled suddenly, then he tried his best to suppress the laugh, stacked the books and walked to the kitchen.

Ivan was squatting on the floor to clean up the mess. Because his back was facing the door, he didn't notice anyone coming, so he was still picking up and sweeping in a panic.

"Be careful."

Ivan was taken aback: "I, um, wait, I'll bring out the soup right away."

"Let me do it," Wang Yao walked sideways into the kitchen and picked up the pot: "After you pack it, take out the plates together."

At dinner, facing the same soup, Ivan talked a lot less, although he didn't talk much in the first place.Wang Yao couldn't see any changes, and chatted about some irrelevant topics.Ivan observed the other party secretly, but he did not find anything unusual, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you want to take a walk after dinner?" Wang Yao put down his spoon and stood up.

"Oh?" Ivan raised his head: "Okay."

How many years later, the scenery here is the same as how many years ago, beautiful and still, as if time forgot to flow.The young people at this moment don't realize that they are just walking forward along the broken sandy road, aiming at the horizon line drawn by the trees in the distance, and walking forward.They pay attention to the wild flowers around them, and while they let the hem of their clothes sweep by, they pay attention to the waves in the distance, as if this is the only sound they need at this moment.

Wang Yao didn't speak, but Ivan didn't dare to speak.They walked in the direction of the wind, as if they were thinking about their own things.

"Hey, look, someone is coming!" Suddenly a child's face appeared in the grass.

"Great, someone is here." A few more children popped up.

"Can you do us a favor?" The oldest child stepped forward: "This is our summer homework, can you help us hang it on the tree?"

"What is this?" Wang Yao watched as the child handed over a strange box made of birch bark.

"This is a bird house, where birds can overwinter in winter." The little man next to him rushed to answer the question from the foreigner.

"Okay," Iwan took the bird house, he felt that these children must not be begging Wang Yao: "Shouldn't you ask your father to help you?"

"Maybe? If there is no fight with Finland this year?" The older child said with disdain: "We are from the naval base. Many warships and submarines have been dispatched this year. It's like nailing a bird on a tree." The house is much more interesting, and my father is a captain."

Captain?Ivan looked up at the big tree in front of him: "Where do you want to nail it?"

"There!" cried the children, pointing to one of the branches.

This is the most common tree around Greentown. Ivan climbed it as if he was walking into his own house. When he climbed the most suitable branch, he took the nail in his mouth Nailed it in the branch, the stem exuded a milky white slurry, which stuck to the bark of the birch tree in the birdhouse.

The children cheered, and Ivan looked down from the tree and waved to them. The scene was so familiar, until the Chinese on the side raised his face——his face was strange, never in his memory existed in.So he was apprehensive and didn't dare to invite him to the tree together, although he wanted to.

Ivan realized that such a memory would be different from his childhood time, so he climbed onto the branch and stood on it without moving for a long time.The kids had had enough fun, and they drove away, eager to find the next thing to do.He looked at the ground from the tree with peace of mind, wondering if he wanted to come up.

However, Wang Yao just looked at him quietly, he watched the wind blowing his hair, covering his eyes.

How beautiful the scenery here is!Wang Yao!Ivan said to him in his heart.

What are you afraid of?What am I afraid of?

The Soviet Union, the Soviet Union, such a beautiful Soviet Union, don't you want to stay here for a while?

"What are you thinking?" Finally, Ivan jumped down and patted the dust on his pants.

"I was wondering if your father helped you nail the bird's winter house to the tree in the same way."

"Yes, I still have one in the yard of my house."

Wang Yao pulled Ivan and sat on the grass without letting go.

"Wang Yao?" Ivan's hands trembled.

"Well," Wang Yao lowered his head and closed his eyes: "Sit with me for a while, I may suddenly feel homesick."

Ivan shook his hand instead, knowing that their hands were buried in the grass and no one could see them.

"I might," Wang Yao sighed heavily, "I'm not as strong as I imagined."