"Wan Qiu, can you help me ask which private room Da Ya and Xiao Chuan are in?"
Tie Jun was thinking about his sister, but finally couldn't hold it back. Thinking of the dance hall owner's respectful attitude towards Dong Yu and Wan Qiu, he asked Wan Qiu for help.
"No problem, wait, I'll be right back!"
Wan Qiu smiled, pulled Chu Yao up, and the two sisters left the private room. Tie Jun reached for his cigarette, but took out the packet of soft Chinese in Wan Qiu's car.
"Hey, this girl, when did you put something in my pocket?"
Tie Jun muttered to himself, lit a cigarette, leaned into the corner of the sofa, looked at the back of the Xinjiang beauty, and fell into deep thought.
Smith's appearance today was by no means an accident, and Dong Yu's early departure was also abnormal. Tie Jun was inexplicably flustered, feeling like there was a huge net hanging over his head.
Have you become prey?
Who is the hunter?
Winter rain?
When will the net be closed?
What's the purpose?
What's the motivation?
Just to make myself surrender at her feet?
Or do you have true feelings for yourself?
Are you that charming?
A series of question marks emerged, and Tie Jun couldn't help but lament that the world is dangerous and full of crises.
As the saying goes, you must not have the intention to harm others, and you must have the intention to guard against others.
The water in these forty-nine cities is too deep. I have just been reborn for more than two months and am still a fledgling, so I don’t want to be trapped under the roots of the imperial city.
It seems that in the future, everything must be done, be prepared for a rainy day, and be prepared for danger in times of peace.
"What am I wearing wrong?"
A weak female voice woke up Tie Jun. His face was covered with black gauze and his big blue eyes were full of curiosity. It was the Xinjiang beauty that Tie Jun was staring at.
"No...no, you look beautiful in what you wear!"
Tie Jun was a little embarrassed and hurriedly explained.
"Oh? I'm dressed beautifully? Are you saying I'm not beautiful?"
Tie Jun's head suddenly grew heavy and he cursed in his mind, "Why don't my eyebrows grow back? Why do these bird eyebrows look so attractive?"
"Beautiful...as beautiful as a fairy, hehe!"
Tie Jun continued to explain that the outline behind the black veil is indeed exquisite, and this hazy beauty is even more heart-stopping.
"Nonsense, you haven't seen my face. Seeing as you helped me teach that old pervert a lesson today, I'll reward you with a look!"
"Don't......"
Tie Jun spoke in panic, remembering that there is a saying for Muslim women wearing a veil, as if they only show their true appearance to their father and husband.
"Don't be afraid, I didn't ask you to marry me!"
The bell on his wrist jingled, the veil slowly opened, Tie Jun's pupils dilated, his mouth opened, and his scalp felt numb.
"Ye...Ye...Yelena?"
The face in front of her is almost an upgraded version of Yelena. Her eyes are a little bigger, her nose is a little higher, and her mouth is a little thicker.
"What Yelena, I am Ayiguli. You men are all the same. You only remember my face and forget who I am when you turn around!"
Ayiguli put on her veil, turned around and left. Her colorful long skirt spread its tail like a peacock, which stunned Tiejun and he couldn't recover.
"Oh, Ayiguli has unveiled her mysterious veil in front of men!"
The Shanghai woman let out a sour cry.
"Little oil fairy, let me see the true face of Mount Lu!"
That Kunzi from Guangdong stretched out his hand to stop Ayiguli.
"roll!"
Ayiguli squeezed out one word coldly, and when she spun around, her long skirt flew, her veil lifted, water splashed in her big eyes, and resentment slid across Tie Jun's face.
Tie Jun felt bad all over, his back felt cold, his eyes were dazed, and all he could think about was Yelena's watery blue eyes.
"Beautiful boy, you are so beautiful, she is a treasure trove!"
The Guangdong woman looked at Tie Jun, who was stunned, and also said something sour, with an envious expression on her face, which explained Ayiguli's prominent status.
"Brother Jun, let me tell you about her..."
Kunzai came over and put a cigarette in Tiejun's mouth while talking. Tiejun ducked and asked, "Is she a mixed race?"
"Mixed blood?"
"Chinese-Soviet hybrid?"
"No, her father is the boss of the Xinjiang Petroleum Administration Bureau, how could..."
"Thanks!"
Tie Jun got up in a hurry and chased after her. There could be no such person in the world. He wanted to find out Ayiguli's life experience.
Tie Jun was dumbfounded when he walked out of the private room. There were people on the dance floor and in the booths. It was too difficult to find people.
Isn't he leaving?
Tie Jun raised his feet and ran towards the gate. After exiting the gate, he saw Ayiguli standing on the steps, clasping his hands and facing the moon.
Tie Jun walked gently behind Ayiguli and also raised his head to look at the moon. After a long time, Ayiguli turned around.
"Hehe, Wan Qiu is right, your heart is really soft, thank you for coming out to me!"
Ayiguli acted like a normal person, it was just a little trick. Tie Jun breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sister, can I ask you a few questions?"
"I look a lot like that Na you mentioned?"
"Well, Yelena, the best ballet dancer in the Soviet Union, is 22 years old this year!"
"Oh? What a coincidence, I am also 22 years old, and she lost it? You don't think I am her, do you?"
"She is in heaven, of course you are not her!"
"ah?"
Ayiguli exclaimed, Tie Jun nodded, his heart hurting.
"Yelena's mother is also a ballet dancer, and her father used to be an expert in aiding China, and he used to engage in oil in Xinjiang.
Later, when she returned to China, she was criticized and ostracized. She started drinking alcohol every day. When Yelena was young, her parents were no longer around.
You and Yelina are almost the same person. You are from Xinjiang, and your parents both work in the Petroleum Administration Bureau, so I..."
"I was adopted. My parents told me that they adopted me after a blowout accident killed both my biological parents.
It seems that they have been lying to me. I am not a Uighur, and my name was not given to me by my biological parents. Yelena may be my older sister or younger sister."
Ayiguli's mood was a bit low, and many questions were gradually becoming clear at this moment, such as:
Why are your eyes blue?
Why do those stranded uncles and aunts from the Soviet Union pay special attention and consideration to me?
Why did he become a criminal evidence when his father was criticized in those years?
"If I didn't mention Yelena today, would you think that you are a descendant of the Soviet Union?"
Seeing Ayiguli deep in thought, Tie Jun asked softly.
"I have long suspected that there are many Soviet couples in our administration, and their daughters all look very much like me, with blue eyes.
Moreover, I have been playing with them since I was a child, and I learned Russian easily. Even when I was admitted to college, I got perfect scores in Russian. It turns out that it is my mother tongue.
In addition, I went to the archives to check and found out that the Xinjiang Petroleum Administration Bureau was formerly known as the Sino-Soviet Petroleum Corporation and had a history of cooperation with the Soviet Union for decades.
My mother also said that in our Xinjiang, there were civil aviation companies and non-ferrous metal companies that cooperated with the Soviet Union. She said that at that time our country had no money, no equipment, and no technology.
It was said to be cooperation, but in fact it was managed and operated by the Soviets. Later, the relationship between the two countries changed and the cooperation was cancelled, and the Petroleum Administration Bureau was established.
Therefore, in our Xinjiang, there are many Soviet people, and they have all changed their nationality. There are many like me who are now Chinese."