Chen Zong was very tired of talking to the old Russian lady on the upper bunk. The old Russian lady was rambling on and on, making Chen Zong doze off. However, the old Russian lady was really in a good mood. She seemed to be unable to kill him. She was tirelessly naggy.
All women in the world were the same on this point. When she couldn't stop her tongue from stir-frying, it must be that this man had aroused their interest. Hormones were the driving force of life. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so attentive.
Chen Zong endured it on the lower bunk. Just as he was about to close his eyes, Old Madam Hou patted the bedside again and said,"Tell me, young man, right?”
Chen Zong could only nod and join in her comments as if he was being persecuted. After Chen Zong was annoyed, he made a few " uh-huh " sounds. The train shook like a man who had just peed. It shook a few times and stopped. A crowd of people appeared outside the station.
The old Russian woman pulled off her black scarf and came back to her senses as if she was sleepwalking. She called out to the young Russian woman in Russian. The old woman looked at Chen Zong with reluctance and pulled the younger Russian woman out of the car.
This was the last stop of Kurkus, a small station on a desolate plain called Cabale. In the dim light, the small station was floating.
Chen Zong watched as the Russian mother and daughter disappeared in the crowd. He was really grateful to the non-existent God in his heart. Finally, the carriage quieted down and he could sleep without any disturbances. Chen Zong yawned and crawled into the blanket that smelled like the Russians. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
This damned old Russian woman had broken Chen Zong's heart. It was even more tiring than working in the entertainment city of Kawaga. It was finally over. Chen Zong rejoiced in his heart.
However, a good dream did not last long. When the train shook like a man peeing and began to move forward, the carriage door opened. At this time, it was not a woman who smelled of rouge, but a Russian uncle with a face full of stubble and a stench of sweat.
The Russian uncle was lighting a lighter in the dark carriage, pointing at the number of the berth. The flame of the lighter almost burned Chen Zong's hair. Chen Zong woke up and shouted,"You old man, do you want to burn me?”
When the Russian uncle saw a living thing like Chen Zong, he shook his head and walked to the bed beside him. The smell of alcohol blew into Chen Zong's nostrils. Chen Zong heard the Russian uncle pressing down on the bed and squeaking.
Chen Zong cursed in his heart," Motherf * cker, what a bunch of good-for-nothings. It seems that the wheat in Russia is really nourishing. But it's a little strange. The males in Russia are all fat and strong, while the females are indeed thin and beautiful. It's just that their chests look like the mines held by Old Eight many years ago. The power of the explosion must be quite strong."”Chen Zong let his imagination run wild and his thoughts drifted away.
"It's reasonable. I'm begging for it.(Hello, uncle.)”
Who the f * ck are you picking up in the middle of the night? Is it me? Along with the voice, a faint fragrance of grassland milk wafted over. That smell was so familiar, as if he had smelled it before. Chen Zong opened his eyes and saw it at a glance. It was the talent that Scarface Yang had brought back from the night of starlight.
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