The lively Christmas party lasted for more than an hour. As the sky outside the window completely darkened, everyone who was full of wine and food cleared the table together and sang a Russian blessing song under the leadership of Mrs. Uma. After the song.
The old lady got up and picked up a clean soup plate from the kitchen and placed it on the dining table. She enthusiastically suggested, "It's so lively today, why don't we play a Soviet-era divination game?" How is it?"
"What divination game?" Suisui, who had been chatting with the old lady just now, asked first.
"This is a little game I used to play with my friends in the village at Christmas when I was as young as you."
Mrs. Uma seems to be so young. He said with great interest, "First of all, each of us needs to throw a piece of jewelry of our own into the soup plate. Of course, it would be best to have a wedding ring."
"Wait a minute! "
Suisui yelled and ran to the sofa to pick up the SLR she brought, "Aunt Uma, can I take a photo?"
"Of course"
Mrs. Uma nodded gently, and after Suisui placed the SLR with video mode turned on on a separate table, she continued, "After placing the jewelry, we will use a towel to Or cover the plate with a handkerchief, and then sing a divination song together. After each verse, the girls will take turns taking out a piece of jewelry from the soup plate and putting it away. The content of the divination song will predict the future year. What happened."
"Mom, can't this divination man participate?"
Makar was obviously aware of this divination game for the first time and said jokingly, "Can you? Divination: Will there be wild boars and hares on our farm next year? "
"Men should rely on their own hands and brains to work hard. This kind of thing is of no use to you," Mrs. Uma half said. Joking, but half-seriously giving an inspirational answer.
"Victor, it seems that this game has nothing to do with us."
Makar pointed to the TV not far away, "Would you like to play a game together? I'll be there A game console I bought from a second-hand store only a month ago."
"Unless you have beer." As Wei Ran spoke, he stood up happily and gave up his position to Ka, who had been deliberately avoiding the camera from the beginning. Hard card.
"Not only is there beer, but there is also fried chicken nuggets that I bought before you came."
As Makar said, he had already opened the refrigerator and took out a carton of Beer and fried chicken nuggets in a cardboard box. By the way, he also heated up a bottle of milk for his son and opened a can of meat for the well-behaved Maine Coon cat.
While the two men were sitting on the sofa playing games in front of the TV, Mrs. Uma at the dining table also played a Soviet-era divination game with three girls.
Took off a shiny platinum ring from the old hand and threw it in. Amidst the clear and crisp sound of jingling, the three young girls also learned to either take off their wedding rings, orTake off the necklace, or if you don't wear jewelry like Katenka, simply pluck a button from your clothes and throw it into the soup plate.
Whenever Mrs. Uma finished singing a divination song that praised bread, wealth or even a happy life, the women around the table took turns taking a random piece of soup from the soup plate covered with a towel. When only the last piece of jewelry is left, the owner of the jewelry has to close her eyes and guess who owns her jewelry.
This is like a board game version of the handkerchief throwing game. This is where it gets interesting. The owner of the last piece of jewelry will be punished if he guesses wrong. If he guesses correctly, the person who is punished becomes the hidden treasure. The girl who picked up this piece of jewelry.
As for this so-called punishment, Suisui's imagination turned into something similar to truth or dare.
Makar, who was playing games with Wei Ran, looked at his wife and mother and said with emotion, "Our family, or to put it bluntly, my mother's family has not been so lively for a long time." .
"Mrs. Uma seems to be an easy person to get along with." Wei Ran said while using the game controller to control the character to jump up and down.
"That's just because Karenina happens to be from Odessa, Ukraine"
Makar lowered his voice slightly, "She rarely invites others to her home. She won't even go out unless necessary, let alone invite young people to her home."
"Always like this?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.
"It's been like this since we moved here." Makar pointed to his son who was lying on the bed next to the Maine Coon cat. "I was not much older than him at that time."
"Makar..." Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Your father..."
"My father passed away." Karl shook his head, "I almost forgot what he looked like. I only roughly remember that he was a doctor."
"Sorry..."
"It doesn't matter"
< p>Makar picked up the beer and clinked it with Wei Ran, and took the initiative to invite you, "If you can go to my farm tomorrow, I can take you hunting, although this is my main job recently."< p>"Wild boar?" Wei Ran asked with a smile."It can also be a hare." Makar smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm afraid these two are the most common things on my farm now."
"As long as you have enough shotguns and bullets"
"This is Texas," Makar said confidently, "I just remembered that the most on my farm should be bullets."
Wei Ran thought about it. Thinking about it, he said, "In that case, let's treat you to some Chinese food tomorrow!"
"What Chinese food?" Makar suddenly became interested, "When I went to Dallas to buy accessories in the summer , I have eaten General Tso’s chicken before, Victor, can you cook that dish?”
“You can’t cook General Tso’s chicken?” Wei Ran shook his head and said.He said, "But you will definitely like what I treat you to."
"Really?"
"Really, I promise!" Wei Ran answered confidently Said, a strange smile appeared on his face that made Makar shudder.
We stayed lively with the family until 9:30 in the evening. At Wei Ran’s suggestion, Katenka took the initiative to serve as the photographer and took a group photo of the three of them. Only then did Makar drive a pickup truck back to the hotel, and he also made an appointment to pick them up the next day.
After returning to the room, Wei Ran immediately asked, "I just didn't have the chance to ask, why did you think of going to their farm?"
"Didn't I already say, make money? "Ah"
The triumphant Suisui said with confidence, "The farms in the western United States, as well as the overpopulation of rabbits and wild boars, and of course the almost uncontrolled gun culture here, just rely on these elements , I am confident that I will bring the fat sheep over and slaughter them again."
"Really?" Wei Ran asked suspiciously. It was embarrassing to say that in terms of making money in business, He really can't compare to Suisui.
"Of course it's true!"
Suisui became interested, and the look of pride on her face that was stained red by the alcohol became more and more intense, "Because that place is also It would be interesting to go there in the winter, but there is no place to go to those fat sheep in the summer. If that farm in Makar really works, I can happily slaughter the fat sheep all year round.
When the time comes, not only will I be able to switch to an oil-burning car, but it may also have multiple BMW or Mercedes-Benz logos on it. Why not do this kind of low-cost and high-profit business?"
" Are you really sure?" Wei Ran asked again.
"Of course...it's true!" Suisui responded and couldn't help but burp.
"In that case, take this." While speaking, Wei Ran took out a handbag from his bag and handed it to the other party.
Suisui opened her handbag and took a look, her eyes suddenly widened, "So much money! Or is it US dollars? Where did you pick it up?"
"Pick one up and show it to me. Look."
Wei Ran took off the camera from the other person's neck and said while taking out the memory card, "Makar's father asked me to find an excuse to give it to them. If you plan to do business with the other party tomorrow, just find an excuse to give the money to Makar, but you must keep it secret."
"Can I understand that I can use this money to invest. Makar's farm?" Suisui asked seriously, as if she had suddenly sobered up.
"Yes, yes, but if there is cash benefit, I'm afraid it won't fall on your head." While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already stuffed the memory card into his laptop and was about to take a photo of what he had done. All the contents, especially the final group photo, were sent to Gorman via email.
"That's no problem!" Suisui zipped up her handbag and said happily, "What's the cash gain? When the time comesWe can still make money. ”
“Do you like making money that much? Wei Ran asked with great interest, while sending the group photo taken before leaving and a close-up of Uma secretly taken by Katenka to Gorman who was waiting in Kazan.
“I’m not interested in money, I like the feeling of slaughtering fat sheep. "A particularly bluffing rhetoric popped out of Suisui's mouth.
At the same time, Gorman, who was hiding in the dormitory on the top floor of the five-story building in Hongqi Forest Farm, also refreshed his mailbox again and again. Received a new email from Wei Ran
After seeing the photo that included Wei Ran and Suisui, the eyes of this old guy who once gave Wei Ran fear and even nightmares were rolling. A drop of muddy tears fell.
And when he opened the second photo and saw the platinum ring on Mrs. Uma’s hand that was used to play divination games, Gorman even choked with tears, chanting "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." over and over again in the dark dormitory.
Outside the dormitory door, in the dim corridor, Culp and Dalia and Anna looked at each other silently, and then quietly walked into Anna's dormitory.
"I don't know anything," Anna was the first to say. >
"I don't know anything," Dahlia said and looked at Culp with her hands on her hips.
"It's none of my business. Isn't it a holiday now?" "Culp finished speaking in a low voice, and the three of them showed the same smile at the same time.
"Culp, can his wife come back? Anna asked in a low voice.
"Maybe he can come back, but even if he comes back, they won't be able to meet." "
Culp lit a cigarette and said helplessly and irritably, "Gorman is dead. He has died long ago. He must die too. If he survives, I'm afraid many people will die, and maybe, no, it should definitely include us. ”
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