Subtitle of this chapter: Bloody Mary and Belarusian

"Here, this is my home."

Yuan Yanshu held the paper bag and followed Anna through several roads to an apartment building. Her rental house was on the roof of the fifth floor. Although it was only half larger than Yuan Yanshu's 10-square-meter small house, it was much more exquisitely decorated, with a few more pieces of furniture, and even brought a small kitchen.

Anna said embarrassedly: "Misto Yuan, oh, neo, please sit down. This is the first time I have taken a man home."

Yuan Yan suddenly sat down by a small table that was both a writing desk and a dining table, and said solemnly: "This is my honor. Well..."

He happened to see the photo frame on the table, inside which was a yellow black and white photo.

In the middle of the photo is Ms. Ivanovna, who is obviously much younger. She has a sweet face and is holding a white and fat baby in her arms. Standing beside her and holding her slender waist is an extremely handsome young officer. In addition to her beard, she does not fit the aesthetic of Master Yuan, she can be called majestic. In front of the family of three, two old men, one man and one woman, were two old men. The old man on the left was white with hair and beard, with a mighty beard on his face, and was wearing a military uniform full of medals. The old lady on the right smiled kindly, and a gem pendant the size of a goose egg was hung on her chest.

In short, you can see at a glance that this is a family portrait of a certain Tsarist Russian military aristocrat.

Anna noticed her gaze and turned her eyes to the photo. Her face changed and she suddenly rushed up regardless of politeness. She pressed the photos on the table, and the atmosphere inside the room was suddenly awkward.

Yuan Yanshu sighed in his heart and remembered a joke that was not very funny. After the October Revolution, the White Russian women who were wandering abroad, who were humble from the family said that they were the daughter of a noble, so as to raise their value; but the real noble women were silent about their origins because they felt ashamed of them.

He swallowed and said, "I'm sorry. I really didn't mean it."

"No, I should be the one who said I'm sorry." Anna stuffed the photo into the drawer, cleaned up the debris on the table, and then put the food in the paper bag on it.

Yuan Yan quickly changed the topic and said, "Anna, you said you are leaving, where are you going?"

The red-haired woman who was placing food hesitated and said, "Go to another city, go to a place where others don't know me."

Our Master Yuan understood in a flash that he wanted to be a good person, and I don’t know if she could find a takeover man…

There is nothing to say about the food of the Russians, especially for the Chinese. Even if they were from a noble family, in Yuan Yanshu's opinion, the food chosen by Anna was too greasy. But it was really rich, and there was even a little bit of caviar.

"Thanks to you today." Anna looked very gentle when she finally put on the bottle of clear and transparent "water".

Then she lit a candle and placed it in the center of the table. Just as she was about to sit down, Anna remembered something and clapped her hands and said, "Please wait a moment."

After a while, she walked out of the small kitchen again, holding a bottle of ketchup in one hand and a bottle of milk in the other and asked Yuan Yanshu: "neo, what you want is red or white."

the-one knew that this was not about asking him whether he was drinking wine or liquor, but about two cocktails that used vodka as the base wine. He secretly praised in his heart, saying that he was worthy of being a mao girl, and if he wanted to make up, just make up "water", in fact, vodak means water in Slavic language.

He said without thinking: "Today is your birthday and...her. We Chinese all use red when we celebrate, so I'll do it."

Anna frowned slightly and hesitated, "But I like white... Well, let's drink each of us."

She poured vodka and tomato sauce into a cup, and said a little apologetically: "Sorry, there is no lemon and celery root, and no ice."

"It doesn't matter." Yuan Yan suddenly took the monkey version of "bloodymary", picked up another cucumber and said, "We have this."

As he said that, he stirred the red wine with cucumbers, making the two merge together.

And Anna took another cup, poured the "water" and milk into it, then shook the cup and said, "Okay, although there is no coffee liqueur and whipped cream, this is my 'white-russians'."

A Russian woman and a Chinese man raised their wine glasses and the woman holding the white wine said, "Why are we cheering?"

The man holding the red wine smiled slightly. He lowered his head and began to recite poems in Russian:

"If life deceives you...

Don't be sad, don't be anxious!

You need to be calm in melancholy days..."

Anna's eyes suddenly lit up, and she followed her and said, "Believe it! Happy days will come.

The heart always yearns for the future;

Now I am often depressed:

Everything is instant, everything will pass;

And what has passed will become a kind nostalgic memory.”

The two finished reading Pushkin's famous work "If Life Deceives You", then gently touched the cup and drank it all in one go.

Anna put down her wine glass with excitement, and a series of Russian storms rushed out of her delicate lips and said, "оказывается,тыбудешьговоритьпо-руски..."

Our Master Yuan had to raise his hand and said, "Anna, Annatasia! I only know these few sentences, I really can't speak Russian."

He thought to himself that this is the only function that the Master Ball system can use at present, as a searcher!

However, when he received the information, his feelings could not be expressed in words. It was as if there seemed to be an invisible but cold, smooth and soft tentacle in the void forcibly inserted into his...the frontal lobe of the brain, and then the searched content was shot into his...the hippocampus area that handles long-term memory!

Although this feeling is very uncomfortable and weird, especially for a straight man like Yuan Yanshu, he still tolerated it in order to show off.

"Is that true..." Anna's eyes suddenly dimmed, "I'm sorry, I thought..."

Yuan Yanshu, who couldn't bear to see, had to say, "But I know another song..."

He put down his wine glass and stood up, cleaned his clothes and cleared his throat and sang: "Ice and snow cover the Volga River,

Three sets of cars were running on the glacier.

Someone is singing melancholy songs,

The person who sang was the driver of the car…”

Our Master Yuan has thought of pretending to be a good person, but he was not a college student in the 1950s and 1960s. His first foreign language is not Russian. And the Russian songs he is familiar with are "Katyusha", "Cranberry Flowers Bloom", "Cossack Song", "Night outside Moscow", "The Song of the Young Guards", "Unbreakable Alliance"... are not suitable for singing in front of Anna, nor are they within the authority of the master's ball system. So he had to sing this song "Three Sets of Cars".

Of course the effect was also great. Anna's eyes were red and she followed his melodious singing (after all, she practiced in Karaoke) and hummed the song gently. When our Master Yuan finished singing the song, she clapped her hands and said sincerely: "I'm so tired of you."

"Sing wherever you are, just sing." Yuan Yan, who had a little bit of a feeling of K-room back then, said naturally, "I've sang it, it's your turn."
Chapter completed!