I have been in Moscow for five months, and there is still one week in 1992.

Early in the morning, Fu Song stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked outside in a daze.

In the winter of Moscow, the streets are deserted, but he knew that today was destined to be an extraordinary day.

He suddenly had a whim and wanted to go out for a walk and take a look. Perhaps, this was the best way to see off for an empire.

The convoy was driving in the streets and alleys of Moscow. Fu Song sat in the car without saying a word, but just looked out the window coldly.

On each face, Fu Song saw hunger, cold, pain, sadness, and more confusion and numbness.

When passing by a food store, he saw an old woman queuing up against the wall and crying, her eyes full of despair, just because she didn't buy food - the food store had a "sold out today" sign.

A girl was playing a violin in the corner of the street, and there was a rusty canned box under her feet.

The car window was closed, with good sealing and sound insulation. Although Fu Song could not hear the sound of the piano, the sadness on the girl's face made him palpitations and he couldn't help but open a gap in the car window.

A sad and beautiful sound of the piano came into his ears, lingering and sad, like crying and complaining. He felt a heartfelt heart, but at this moment he suddenly had the urge to cry.

"parking."

With Fu Song's low shout, the convoy came to an abrupt end at the corner of the street.

Fu Song listened quietly until the sad sound of the piano stopped. When he turned his head and saw that Najia was already in tears.

While wiping her tears, he asked, "What kind of song is this?"

Naga sobbed, "Sir, this is Schubert's "Song of the Swan". According to legend, before the swan died, it changed its usual noisy cry and sang a beautiful elegy..."

When the girl saw the car parked by the road, she didn't have time to take a breath and started playing hard.

"Tchaikovsky's "Melancholy Serenade." Before Fu Song asked, Najia took the initiative to explain, "Sir, I want to leave some money."

Fu Song touched his whole body and said awkwardly: "I don't seem to bring my wallet."

"I have it here." Najia took out a women's purse from her coat, which contained some change, rubles, and the dollar tips Fu Song gave her on the day of her hunting.

At the end of the song, the girl looked at the car window with her eyes wide open. Suddenly she saw a snow-white hand handing out a handful of change from the window. She hurriedly ran forward and grabbed it in her hand, glanced into the car, and bowed repeatedly: "Thank you, madam, thank you, sir."

The convoy set off again, Najia looked at Fu Song shyly. Fu Song knew why she blushed and smiled slightly: "In two years, we will have a baby."

"Sir!" Najia was shy and excited, and plunged into his arms, "I can give you a child now!"

Fu Song stroked her hands, let alone, although she had just turned 18, the place that should be big is not small, and the Russian women are indeed delicious...

He walked around aimlessly, and Fu Song didn't know where he was. When he was about to reach dinner, he passed by a market and found that there were many eastern holes in the market, so he quickly called for a stop.

Walking at the market, Fu Song suddenly felt like he was returning to China in the early 1980s.

The shouts, bargaining, quarrels, scolding, coughing, and spitting from small vendors from China are endless.

The security personnel turned into Jingjiehu, surrounded Fu Song and Najia tightly in the middle, driving away passers-by while looking around vigilantly.

There was no such market in the Soviet Union before. Najia looked around curiously, and everything he saw was fresh.

"Sir, that down jacket is very beautiful."

Fu Song looked in the direction of Najia's finger and found it was a pure white long-body down jacket that was hung up. He smiled and said, "If you like it, buy it."

The stall owner is a middle-aged man in his thirties. He is bargaining with an old Russian woman in Chinese and Russian. The old woman may think it is too expensive and shakes her head and leaves with regret.

Fu Song signaled Chrys and the others to stay away, and stepped forward and asked, "How much does this cost?"

The vendor suddenly raised his head, stared at the boss, and spoke a pure Jiaodong accent: "Ah, are you the fourth (you) sect (Chinese) Chinese seal?"

Fu Song suddenly laughed, "Where are you? Maybe why are we two harming each other? The fourth is the labor-aged village."

"I'm Gaomi."

"Muchengdi (of)."

"Oh!" The vendor slapped his thighs suddenly, "It's really a waste of money!"

There are four great joys in life. Meeting an old friend in a foreign land ranks second. After nearly half a year, Fu Song was so happy that he heard the accent of his hometown in Moscow, thousands of miles away. He took the pony handed over by the other party, sat down next to the curb with sewage, chatted with the other party as if no one was around.

"My name is Li Songshou, how about that?"

"Haha, Fu Song, there is a word "Song".

"Oh, what a coincidence?"

Fu Song handed him a cigarette, and Li Songshou took it and said, "The main flowers (Chinese) are rare things."

After lit a cigarette, Fu Song asked, "When did you come?"

"I'll come after I've got a corn. Oh my god, the three seals on the train were sealed on the three mountains and seas, and my old nose was squeezed and there was no place to pee. I had a dish of instant noodles, and my mouth was full of fire..."

Maybe he finally met someone who could speak well, and Li Songshou started talking nonstop.

"Oh my god, Moscow Feng is cold, this is my first time here, I almost freeze." Li Songshou looked at Fu Song's clothes, shook his head and said, "However you wear it, do you want to make some things? I'm not cold, I'm still cold."

"It's better, it's better." Although Fu Song didn't wear much clothes, he was customized after coming to Moscow. It was light and warm. Besides, he rarely came out to roam, and even if he came out, he would take a bus. He was really not so sensitive to hot and cold.

"How is the business?"

"That's it, make some hard money."

Fu Song didn't reveal him and said with a smile: "It's really hard to go all the way here to do business. Where did you get in?"

Li Songshou said excitedly: "Oh, I'm so angry when I say this, Biao, I'm so angry! When I came from China, I bought a 20,000 yuan fountain (down) payment (cloth) from Gaomi towel factory, and I carried it over. I only realized here that it's a problem of trouble. There is a wholesale station here. As long as it is a domestic printer (person), you can get the goods at a low price with your ID card. The price is a little expensive, but it's not much, and there is still a lot of money. Oh, Biao, I'm so!"

"Gaomi Towel Factory?" Fu Song felt that the name sounded a little familiar.
Chapter completed!