post cold war era

Al was strolling on the square. There were many foreigners here, and more Chinese people. Al had never seen so many Chinese before, so he found that Wang Yao's figure was considered short among the Chinese.

A striking figure attracted him, with a familiar coat and scarf, light-colored hair, and a sculptural standing posture.The scarf and the hem of the coat were fluttering in the wind, and there was a sense of solemnity. Al almost thought he was standing on the Red Square, and the song "Holy War" seemed to be ringing in his ears.

Ivan did not look at the first tower like most tourists. He kept facing the Monument to the People’s Heroes. when.

You could meet him anywhere, Al thought, as the body moved before thinking.He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked towards Ivan with so-called "sexy steps".Ivan didn't notice Al, he was still looking at the Monument to the People's Heroes ecstatically.

"Hey, bears are also in a daze?" Al said jokingly.

Ivan was obviously taken aback. He showed a panicked expression in front of Al for the first time, but the expression was fleeting, and his usual smile was put on his face again: "Is Hero also interested in the monument?" He regretted it when he said it, which was obviously telling Al about his fascination with the monument, and he hoped Al didn't catch it.

Al is not a fool, and he will not let Ivan go easily, so he laughed viciously: "It seems that Mr. Braginsky's special hobby is monuments? Does this thing look cute?"

"It's not a hobby," Ivan said pretending not to care, "it's just that seeing this kind of thing makes me feel like I've forgotten a lot of things. It's a pity that no one has set up a monument to my memory, otherwise I might find it. " At the end, Ivan's voice gradually dropped.

Al couldn't laugh anymore, he suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Ivan.This hidden guy may only quietly lick his wounds when he is alone.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that? Are you pitying me?" Ivan asked unhappily.

Al realized that he was staring at Ivan in a daze just now, shook his head hastily, and combed his stubborn blond hair with his hands.

"Hey, Al, I have some snacks, do you want to eat?" Ivan said, taking out a pack of snacks from his coat and shaking it in front of Al's eyes.

"Your treat, don't eat for free!" Al returned to his cynical smile. Every time he saw Al's smile, Ivan felt that even if the whole world was against this man, he could still smile very smartly.

The two wanted to sit on the ground like migrant workers, but found that they would be trampled to death by tourists if they were not beaten to death by security guards, so they sat down in an unobtrusive and not too dirty corner, Ivan opened the package, and inside It's a few Chinese snacks.

"You bought it?" Al wondered how Ivan would buy such a delicate and compact thing.

"Xiaoyao sent it." Ivan said with a smile.

In the morning, Wang Yao went to Ivan's room on purpose, and handed him a paper bag, which contained the clothes he lent to Wang Yao last time. It had been washed and ironed, neatly folded, and there was a fresh plant fragrance on it.At the bottom of the bag is a pack of snacks, which should be Wang Yao's thank you gift.

"You have a good relationship, right? Could it be that Wang Yao is begging you with this?" Al picked up a piece of flower-shaped dessert and put it in his mouth. It tasted a bit sweet and sticky to the teeth.

"What does Xiaoyao ask of me?" Iwan asked back.

"Otherwise, how could you reconcile today? It's not like your style." Al blinked.

"I just don't think there's any point in arguing like that," Ivan picked up a piece of snack, "Instead of wasting time, it's better to go out and relax."

"Hmph! I don't believe it's that simple!" Al snorted coldly.

"It doesn't matter if you believe it or not." Ivan's voice was unexpectedly soft, not talking to Al, but talking to himself. He looked up at the city tower under the twilight. The ancient buildings are majestic and magnificent, and the sunset glow Reflected in his purple eyes, the purple became deeper, and his fair cheeks were also dyed golden.

Al was a little dazed. He wondered if the person in front of him had really turned into a sculpture, so he said, "Hey, I said, is it time for dinner now? Shouldn't we get something to fill our stomach?" Wang Yao's small snacks may be enough for his own thin body, but they can only be regarded as snacks for these two big guys.

"Okay, I'll treat you this time. Pay back your whiskey last time." Ivan stood up with a smile.

Al also stood up and dusted off his pants, followed Ivan out of the square, and came to the alley full of snacks. He regretted letting Ivan treat him—this bear actually invited him to eat pancakes and fruits!Take something like that for whiskey?Al realized that he was really at a loss.

On the streets of Beijing, foreigners are not conspicuous, even two foreigners walking together are not conspicuous, but two foreign handsome men walking together are very conspicuous, especially two foreign handsome men walking while eating pancakes.

Al was holding the pancake fruit and munching, but Ivan didn't eat it.Al looked at Ivan strangely, and found that Ivan was constantly blowing on the pancake fruit, changing hands from time to time, with a serious expression on his face as if he was fighting the pancake fruit.Al snickered in his heart, the bear's house is very cold, could it be that he is afraid of hot things because of this?

As night fell, Beijing suddenly became brightly lit. Al said dissatisfiedly, "Damn! It's as messy and noisy as New York!"

"The city is the same at night." Ivan said with a smile.

"Hello, Ivan." Al suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?" Ivan asked, turning around.

"What did Wang Yao tell you before today's meeting?" Al Zhengse asked.

"Want to know? Then let's make a bet." Ivan smiled sinisterly, "Let's run around the fourth ring, and I'll tell you if you win."

"What does that mean?" Al asked angrily.

"Is Hero afraid to accept the challenge?" Ivan asked with a smile.

"Compare! I've never lost!" Al gritted his teeth and agreed.

That night, two strange people were running wildly around the Fourth Ring Road, swearing at each other occasionally, and taking the lead alternately.When they crossed a road, several taxis were forced to brake suddenly, and curses in various dialects rang out.

"The old man is sick!" This sentence was clearly transmitted to the ears of the two people.

"What's an old man?"

"It seems to be a contemptuous name for the Russians by the Chinese."

"That is to scold you, it has nothing to do with me."

In the end, Al failed to get what he wanted. The two reached the finish line at the same time, and sat against the wall together exhausted. Ivan insisted that Al did not win because of a draw.