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Chapter 1734 Happiness on the streets of Moscow

A plane that took off from Geneva slowly landed at Moscow Sheremetyevo International Airport.

Dr. McAfee, who is strong and looks more like a boxer than a scientist, pushed his luggage out of the airport. Behind him was his son Samuel, who was a bit sullen, and Wife Jenny McAfee.

"Okay, Samuel, stop dawdling, and stick up your chest like a man!" Dr. McAfee was a little helpless seeing his son still in a tantrum.

Samuel drooped his head, glanced up at his father, and then drooped his head again.

This holiday, he planned to go skiing with his friends in a ski resort in the French Alps, but now he can only visit his grandmother in Russia, which is not cool at all.

He can't even post a post on the Internet to show off.

Because his classmates are now in the Three Valleys of France, where there is a perfect snow field that can be used as a screen saver for casual photos, exciting food, steaming hot springs, and the little girl Sophie he has always had a crush on .

And now, what's here?
There are rumpled old Russian ladies, and a bunch of Russians reeking of booze!
Samuel just wants to cry now!

If he could, he really wanted to fly back right now and leave these two guys here.

Dr. McAfee didn't care about his son's little emotions anymore. He walked out of the exit, looked forward, and shouted: "King! My friend! I'm here!"

Wang Qiyan waved his hand, ran over to help him pick up a piece of luggage, wanted to help him carry more, but was stopped by Dr. McAfee, "No, I'll do it myself, my body is much stronger than yours, my friend!"

Wang Qiyan shrugged helplessly. He found that his "new friend" didn't like others to compliment his academics, but liked others to praise his muscles. So he didn't insist, but turned around and took it from Mrs. McAfee. boxes and led them to the car.

"Sorry, Mike, I just rushed over from another place." Wang Qiyan was a little embarrassed.

In front of them was a tattered vehicle that looked like a van. In fact, this car was not old, but a new car produced by a local car factory in Russia. It was just a model... probably out of date for 50 years.

"It doesn't matter, when I first came to Russia, I took this kind of car... Ah, I miss it so much!" McAfee sat on it curiously, "After all these years, this thing really hasn't changed at all. ,so amazing!"

"Yeah, it's really amazing." Wang Qiyan said.

He has come to Russia several times, and every time he feels that many aspects of this country are indeed amazing.

Next to it, Samuel tried to get head-on to the car.

Even if you kill him, he doesn't want to take this car!

"Can I take a taxi to the hotel by myself?"

"Come on, honey." His mother, the half-Russian woman, pulled him gently but firmly into the car.

The car has seven seats, but the interior space is very small, and the tall and burly McAfee seems a little cramped sitting in it.

In the back seat, their luggage was lost, and there seemed to be some other sundries stuffed in addition to that.

Samuel shrank aside in disgust, always feeling that those things were dirty.

Then Wang Qiyan also answered a phone call: "Mike, I'm sorry, before I send you to the hotel, I may have to go to the Revolution Square and send some things there."

"Revolution Square?" McAfee's eyes lit up, "Yes, yes."

As the vehicles shuttled through the traffic, Wang Qiyan turned on the radio in the car, and a roar sounded:
"Hard Rock Hallelujah
heavy metal hallelujah

Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Heavy Metal Hallelujah! "

At first, Wang Qiyan just shook his head and listened, and then suddenly roared.

While waiting for traffic lights, my hands are already playing air guitar.

Listening to the singing, Samuel in the back seat looked over suspiciously.

This Asian man looks like he is wearing glasses, and he looks like a weak chicken who will definitely be bullied in school, but why does it give people a completely different feeling?
Seems a little bit cool?

Among the singing voices, among the car's not-so-smooth door collisions, and the noise of the engine, the roaring music of heavy metal seems to be especially appropriate for the occasion.

In Moscow today, the roads are very congested. They saw Wang Qiyan changing gears quickly in keeping with the rhythm of the riff, and they almost fainted after a while.

On the streets of Moscow, listening to heavy metal music, Wang Qiyan moved forward all the way.

Before a red light, Wang Qiyan stopped with a screech of the brakes, passed a driver who was blatantly driving away in front of him, and avoided the fate of a collision. Then he poked his head out and yelled out a classic Russian curse : "Sukabreyat!"

On the opposite side, an old driver who was as strong as a bear rolled down the window and was about to yell something, but he never expected to meet an Asian who was more fierce than him. He squeezed his fist angrily , I saw the kid on the opposite side open the car door and was about to step down with one foot.

He hesitated for a moment, dropped a sentence, then stepped on the gas pedal and disappeared in a flash.

Wang Qiyan let out a "hum", slammed the car door hard, and started on the road again in response to the singing of "Heavy Metal Hallelujah".

Later, McAfee asked: "Wang, my friend, when did you get your Russian driver's license?"

Wang Qiyan: "Driver's license? What driver's license?"

McAfee: "..."

You are now driving without a license!
He suddenly felt that he didn't know this Chinese scholar who seemed to him to be a bit small, weak-looking, and not strong at all!

What rigorous physicist, what humble and low-key Chinese are definitely stereotyped!
After a while, he gave a thumbs up: "rock star!"

A rock star indeed!
That's rock 'n' roll!
After driving for less than 10 minutes, I stopped the car again.

As soon as a burly man came down from the opposite side, he saw the car window lowered, revealing a boxer's hard jaw and thick neck.

Then he was cowardly again.

Dr. McAfee curled up his arms very happily, showing his muscles to the other party, showing great deterrence.

He suddenly felt that he liked it a little bit.

"Samuel, your name is Samuel, right?" Wang Qiyan looked at Samuel behind him from the rearview mirror, "Shout him!"

"Hey... yell at him?"

"Yes, that's Russian etiquette! It's impolite not to yell at him!"

"????" Mrs. McAfee said, I am a Russian daughter, why have I never heard of this kind of etiquette!
Don't slander us Russians casually!

Over there, Samuel's eyes lit up: "What are you yelling at?"

"Sukabrayat!" Wang Qiyan said.

"Suke Breyat?" Samuel was a little unsure.

"Sukabrayat!" Wang Qiyan said again.

"Sucabreate!" Samuel shouted to the outside.

On the other side, the driver blushed with anger, but drove away in a hurry.

No way, it looks like I can't beat it!

And I didn't drink fake wine today!

"It's great, I'm a little more polite today!" Wang Qiyan gave Samuel a thumbs up.

Samuel was not a fool, he couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and beside him, Mrs. McAfee couldn't help laughing, leaning forward and backward.

"Mike, your friend is really interesting."

McAfee smiled happily as if he had been praised.

He came to Russia this time, in fact, to repair the gradually estranged relationship between himself and his wife, and to save the two people's 20-year-old marriage that has been stagnant.

The road ahead seems to be much more interesting.

Fasten your seat belt and watch Wang Qiyan racing on the streets of Russia, leaving the car with others, and being abandoned by others, he opened the window and yelled "Suka Breyat".

"Okay, we're here, wait a moment, I'll move your things down and take you to the hotel." Wang Qiyan opened the car door and slammed it heavily.

With a bang, the whole car trembled, as if it wanted to fall apart.

There were only three of them left in the carriage.

"Papa, is this king your friend?" Samuel asked.

"He's Dad's colleague at work, a physicist," McAfee said.

"Really?" Samuel couldn't believe it, CERN still has such a cool person?
In fact, most of the time, Wang Qiyan would not let himself go like this, but after all, he got along a lot with the bearded man with a strange circuit, and he was in Russia.

With a sound of "click", Wang Qiyan opened the trunk and said to them: "You guys wait here for a while, I will move some things."

"Wait, is that a musical instrument?" McAfee suddenly remembered something, he pushed open the car door, walked down, and looked around.

He was in a square, and the square was full of people, and many people were gathering from afar.

"Where are we?" he asked blankly.

"Revolution Square." Wang Qiyan said, "It will take about ten minutes for me to move my things from here to the opposite Red Square."

"Revolution Square! Red Square!" McAfee dragged Samuel out of the car and said, "Let's go, Samuel, let's go shopping!"

Samuel hesitated, but got out of the car anyway.

A family of three stood on Revolution Square and looked ahead.

It is said to be a square, but the Revolution Square is actually not that big, much smaller than the Red Square.

On weekdays, cars are parked everywhere here, but today, the place has been emptied out, making it look very empty.

And looking into the distance from here, you can see the red building of the Kremlin and St. Basil's Cathedral.

Over there is the world-famous Red Square.

On one side of the Revolutionary Factory, a stage was being set up, and several young people were adjusting musical instruments there. They all had faces of Asian descent.

At this time, a teenager was playing the guitar. He was jumping handsomely in place. The guitar in his hand seemed to be magical, and the passionate melody was flowing. Beside, a group of people raised their mobile phones and snapped at him.

"Wait, Dad, are we in Moscow?" Samuel was a little confused, "But aren't we in Russia?"

McAfee: "???"

Otherwise, where do you think we are.

"Is this Moscow the same Moscow? I thought Moscow was in Asia! Kurt told me that Moscow is in the northwest of China, otherwise why would Gu Xiaobai and the others perform in Moscow?"

Dr. McAfee is sorry for his son's lack of education.

"Oh!!! We are in Moscow! We are in Moscow!!! Dad, I love you! I love you so much!" Dr. McAfee, who was embraced by Samuel and kissed him twice, felt that he was so simple.

So, along the way, what are you angry about?

Are you angry because, you thought we went to another Moscow?

McAfee felt that he had no successors, and that his IQ might have been inherited from his pet dog, Tophey.

"So, where is Gu Xiaobai? Is he here? Ah, my God, I'm so excited!"

The son took out his mobile phone for the first time, took a selfie, and then typed quickly. After typing for a while, he asked his father: "Dad, how do you spell Moscow? Am I right? By the way, where is Xiaobai?" Where?"

"The king just now, he is the guitarist of Xiaobai's band."

"Ooh! Cool! So cool! No wonder he's so cool! I want to stay here, I want to live here, and I'm never leaving!"

Dr. McAfee: "…"

Alas, I will do a paternity test when I go back!This child is definitely not my own!

Seeing Samuel rushing out screaming and chasing after Wang Qiyan, Dr. McAfee turned to look at his wife.

Then reach out: "Can you, ma'am?"

The wife stretched out her hand, and the two walked forward arm in arm.

Ahead, the red Kremlin, bathed in the setting sun of the afternoon, seemed to be ablaze.

There are a few vendors around, selling Russian-style snacks and delicacies.

The performance hadn't started yet, and the crowd was already three layers in and out.

The two held hands, and after walking a few steps, they held each other even tighter.

There are more and more people around, as if they popped out of nowhere.

If you are not careful, you will be squeezed out.

"Samuel, don't run around, there are too many people!" Dr. McAfee was relieved when he saw that Samuel had caught up with Wang Qiyan.

Someone squeezed over, Dr. McAfee stretched out his hand, blocked the reckless passers-by, and protected his wife, then he lowered his head.

Next to it, there was a sudden "squeak~~", the sound of an electric guitar, and then the sound of "boom boom boom" drums, and a burst of cheers came: "Awwhhhh! Either white or black! Either white or black!"

On the side of the road, on the low stage set up by the steps, a boy in a black suit was bouncing heartily with his guitar in his arms, and a familiar melody sounded:

"Hard Rock Hallelujah
heavy metal hallelujah

Hard Rock Hallelujah!
Heavy Metal Hallelujah! "

The show has begun.

(End of this chapter)