"Our acquaintance is not a good thing worth remembering."

Ao Riqi sighed, "It was the 1980s, and serious livestock anthrax occurred in our pasture. Many cattle, sheep, and horses died. Even my father could not survive. Fortunately, Lyudmila came.

Otherwise, I’m afraid my mother and I will never survive.”

Taking the cigarette shared by Wei Ran, Ao Riqi continued, "She saved my life, and their military base is not far from my ranch, so we gradually became friends.

Just when we were hesitating whether to get married, the Soviet Union collapsed. I think this was Changshengtian's arrangement. He permanently solved the only trouble that hindered our love."

"This is the most outrageous Soviet joke I have ever heard." Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Lyudmila walked in with a plate of slightly wrinkled apples.

"But it's true isn't it?"

Aozhiqi laughed and said, "Then we had children, and then our ranch was bought by a mining company, so we simply moved to Ulan-Ude. This small village is where Lyudmila grew up.

, will also be the place where we grow old.”

Having said this, Ao Riqi handed Wei Ran an apple and said to his wife sitting next to him, "Dear, this young man is from China. Do you still remember what I told you about the people in my family who would

Any relatives who speak Chinese?”

"Do you speak Chinese?" Wei Ran asked curiously before Mrs. Lyudmila could speak.

“Almost forgotten”

Ao Riqi said regretfully, "I only learned some Chinese songs when I was very young, but unfortunately, I have almost forgotten them."

"That's it..."

Wei Ran sighed, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to suppress everything he knew for the time being, as if he were really chatting, chatting endlessly with the loving old couple.

By the time the young man named Ivan and a blond girl who looked about the same age brought out plates of delicacies cooked in various ways, and a bottle of vodka by the way, Wei Ran had already left the old couple.

I learned a lot of things from my mouth.

There is no doubt that this Ao Riqi is a descendant of the Zhao family's cousin. If calculated according to the Chinese method, it seems that he should call Zhao Jinlan his cousin.

In other words, he is a generation younger than the generation of Ma Pingchuan, Bai Qing'ai, Zhao Guangfu and Zhao Youhua.

In the insinuation just now, according to Ao Riqi, when he was seven or eight years old, those Chinese relatives who lived in his home disappeared overnight, and later their family also moved to a place not far from Ulaanbaatar.

A new pasture is closer.

Later, around 2005 after the collapse of the Soviet Union, their family sold their belongings and moved to Ulan-Ude, Russia.

However, even though they moved to Ulan-Ude, which is better than Mongolia, their family's life is still tight.

In addition to Ivan, the youngest son, Aoriqi also has four other married daughters and a son who has started a family and works on the railway.

If all such a big family came back, the wooden house next to it wouldn't even be enough to live in.

What's more important is that neither Aoriqi nor Lyudmila, the old couple, have pensions.

Their daily expenses are almost entirely supported by the more than a hundred sheep they raise and the financial support of their children, especially the young man named Ivan who has not yet graduated from college.

However, although life was tight, he could also see that this family seemed to be living a relatively happy life, and they were all extremely honest and simple.

The guests and hosts enjoyed the meal. Wei Ran declined Ao Riqi's family's invitation to stay overnight and package the remaining mutton. Instead, he took out an extra five thousand rubles and asked young Ivan to find one.

The drinker drove him back to Ulan-Ude.

Naturally, this request was not a problem. Young Ivan handed the 5,000 rubles to his blond girlfriend. The latter simply got into Weiran's rented car, pulled him and Ivan, and said goodbye.

Ao Riqi and his wife rushed Wei Ran back to Ulan-Ude before noon.

"I will go to your house to buy sheep to eat when I have time."

Wei Ran stood at the door of the hotel and said drunkenly, "Ivan, your parents' cooking skills are - hiccup - very good. I will go there again!"

"You are welcome to come to my home at any time," Ivan said enthusiastically, "Mr. Victor, do you want me to take you back to your room?"

"This...there's no need for this."

Wei Ran waved his hand, "You guys, burp——! Go back early too."

After saying that, Wei Ran turned around and staggered into the hotel lobby. However, his pretended drunkenness had dissipated before he even entered the elevator.

At the same time, Ivan also pulled his girlfriend out of the hotel door and happily suggested, "My dear, Mr. Victor made us a lot of money today. How about we go shopping in the city and then go back?"

"

"I've wanted to say that for a long time."

Ivan's girlfriend agreed to the proposal without thinking, and then asked, "Ivan, don't you think that Mr. Victor looks familiar to you?"

"It seems to be the Chinese scholar who was assassinated by the Americans before?"

Ivan immediately said, "I actually recognized him a long time ago, and I was still wondering why the beautiful girls around him didn't come."

"You want to look pretty..."

"As God testifies, I just want to sell a few more sheep." Ivan responded quickly and promised, "I swear on Buddha!"

The way he was making fun of the two gods unpredictably made the blonde girl next to him laugh. However, the two young lovers did not know that Wei Ran, who should have been drunk at this time, had already bought a ticket to fly back to China.

, and simply returned the rental car.
Chapter completed!