Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

As Peter predicted earlier, I received the book list from him when we first got on the subway.

He and Miss Pande must have nothing to talk about. I don’t have a friendship that lasts for a very long time and is always close. It’s difficult to get along with details by experience, but I still feel that his kindness to me is actually more like an extension of his relationship with Miss Pande. .

I decided to accept this kindness with my heart, thanked him, and added these introductory books related to injury recovery into the memo.

"Speaking of which, Peter's nickname is spelled in Latin letters," Miss Pande and I stood at the junction of the carriage and talked in a low voice, "Is it the Cyrillic note you changed specifically?"

She nodded: "Remind me to pay attention to switching input methods when sending messages. In the first year of university, we were introduced to each other, and'Sonia' is a common Russian name. A lot of us danced together, and he was not yet Knowing my last name...maybe my skin color is not dark enough? He thought I was the kind of completely Americanized Russian who had just returned from sunbathing on a private island."

I have decided to throw away the superficial political correctness, at least in front of her.

However, maybe I haven't gotten used to it yet, and I hesitated when I spoke: "Frankly I haven't noticed the Slavic blood in you until you tell me. I thought you were just more beautiful."

Miss Pan De laughed first, but did not speak. She looked at me for a moment: "Why do you keep complimenting me today?"

"I'm just learning to open my heart." I shrugged. "Share more of the facts that I think. When you are uncertain, I will ask you directly."

She noticed the sense of proportion I maintained in public, and she lowered her head, perhaps smiling. She took out the phone, and I almost understood what she was going to do in the next instant, so I also held the phone in my hand.

The phone shook. Miss Pan De tucked the upper edge of her mask pretendingly.

Miss Pande: "That's why I like people who are smart. They are usually fast learners."

I looked up at her.

Her smile rippled in her gray-green eyes: "Smart girl."

Even though I was so praised, I felt that I must have laughed stupidly when I heard this.

Fortunately, she can't see it—at least it's not comprehensive enough.

At this time, I'm looking at the convenience of masks again.

Miss Pande went on to say: "My mother always said that I don't have a Slav nose, but her nose is obviously as small as mine. Our noses look like grandpas."

Then I want to thank you grandpa, I thought to myself. I like her small nose very much.

"I guess he speaks Russian to you?" I changed my hand, "It feels like something Peter would do."

"In the first year of leaving the motherland, a Russian boy who knows nothing about cross-cultural people. His university life is always very'rich'. Before one final exam, everyone was studying suddenly. He must drag on. I went to find the pie. I didn’t even know what it was!” She said a Russian word with a big tongue when describing the pie, “As a kind of revenge, I started to speak Polish to him. If it is Oral communication, coupled with body language, under normal circumstances, we can understand each other's meaning, of course, the cumbersome part of the Russian grammar will still cause me to understand obstacles."

When speaking the last sentence, Miss Pan De's voice was particularly low.

"And some connections are also very strange." She whispered again.

I decided to take care of her emotions: "I think it should be like that."

Miss Pan De raised her eyebrows.

"Can people who speak different languages ​​in Eastern Europe communicate as easily as Pakistanis and Indians?" I said again.

"The difference is bigger, but as long as you have mastered a Slavic language, it is much easier to learn other languages. Moreover, whether people from India and Pakistan can communicate smoothly depends on the region, at least it is somewhat difficult for me." Looked at me, "Of course there is always a solution to things, culturally strong language like English, body language, and so on. Guess how I learned to distinguish between Hindi and Tamil?"

I nodded: "I know that feeling. When you are asked for directions by someone who looks like a compatriot, or walk into a Chinese restaurant, and the other person chooses to speak Cantonese first-this is especially common for us. Almost all ethnic Chinese are native speakers of Cantonese or Hokkien."

"I know a little bit." Miss Pan De responded. Our conversation on the subway was extremely low, but the environment was noisy. I could hardly hear her answer.

She whispered again: "And you have to be careful about the description of the geographical location. Now Poland is undoubtedly a Central European country, and when you are more inclined to describe it as part of Eastern Europe...you know, there is a little ‘red’."

I am already very red. I thought to myself, at least my background color must be red.

But her words still made me think. After leaving the station, we didn’t speak for a while. When the people around us got scarce, I asked: "Why are you willing to learn Polish, but didn’t you want to learn Hindi?"

"There is one reason why I often speak Polish to Peter." Miss Pande turned around, carrying the bag on her left hand, staring at me, slowly taking off the mask, and said, "I am a rebel."

Her eyes are very cunning.

I laughed helplessly: "It will be fine."

"I have money." Her tone sounded nonchalant, but she silently put on the mask again.

We walked side by side on the outside of the sidewalk. Her apartment is right in front of her, and the pace of the two people is getting slower and slower, and it is unknown who started it.

What is she thinking?

I'm thinking about the scene when we first walked this road.

I suddenly said: "Do you believe in karma?"

"It depends on which karma you are talking about, the Indian population or the American population..." Miss Pande paused, "Do you know? I don't believe it. The past life decides this life, or the evil people have their own evil retribution, it is just mere An indulgence that can act as a placebo."

I took a breath: "So sharp. Have you heard of "Gloria"?"

"Patti Smith?" She turned to look at me, obviously unable to believe it, "No—"

"What's the matter?" I looked at her, "I like her songs."

Miss Pande is accepting this fact: "I just didn't expect it. You know, you occasionally talk about sentences in the Bible, I just think you are more...more gentle, in the presence of **** and the significance of existence. On the issue."

"I believe there is such a person. Historical materials, archaeological evidence, there are many things that prove that he was the first person to mention related concepts. And, maybe there was a martyr before, just by this name." I said, "I just don't think he died for my sins."

"So you agree with the lyrics of "Gloria"?" she asked. Seeing me nodding, Miss Pan De made some nasal noises.

"how?"

"You are nothing like that song."

"I know." I looked at her with a smile, "but it wasn't like that when I was a college student."

Miss Pan De stopped at the door and looked at me for a while.

She just looked at me carefully, and there was something flowing in her eyes. Miss Pan De finally said: "I like the way you are now."

I nodded slightly: "Me too."

We carried large bags and small bags into the apartment lobby. Miss Pan De waited for me to register, stood there for a while, and said, "Do you think it is possible to stop letting her register? Every 30 days, she has to register thirty times."

I paused in my hand.

"Of course, Miss Pan De." The administrator did not hesitate. "According to the COVID Interim Measures Act, the management office requires Miss Li to fill out a permanent resident registration form, which takes about fifteen minutes. Do you want to register today? "

Her tone was calm: "I will give you sixty seconds. Fifty-nine, fifty-eight..."

"—The previous registration records already contain most of the required materials. Uh, I will be very happy to do it for you, but Miss Li, we need a signature authorization from you."

"Thank you." Miss Pan De raised her eyebrows.

The workload of fifteen minutes was compressed to 30 seconds by her.

I pressed the elevator door: "You are so overbearing."

"I pay them a lot of management fees every year." Miss Pande stared at me, "a lot of money."

I didn’t have any time for my hands, so I had my eyes surrendered: “Every modern enterprise wants to collect as much information as possible, whether it’s useful or not. You’re right, and I totally agree with your approach.”

Miss Pan De blinked: "Including the need to register itself anymore?"

I looked at her for a moment, and couldn't help but laugh first: "I agree with you completely."

Opening the door, we took out the gifts in the bag one by one. While sorting into categories, she chatted with me: "What keeps you here? I remember that it was just a coincidence that you came here at the beginning. Crabshell gave you an invitation letter, and you want to stay in a relationship with your stomach. A place to adapt."

"That's it." I lowered my eyes. "After deciding to leave the United States, I tried to submit resumes to some companies, but you know, considering the exchange rate, most Asian companies find it difficult to provide attractive enough terms. His salary is almost twice that of other companies, and Rudra wants me to join his team. "When I talked about the boss, I was silent for a moment. "The position is also very good, so I came here. It's safe here, and I go alone in the early morning. Don’t be afraid on the road. All kinds of institutions are very efficient, and there are fewer cultural activities. It’s a disadvantage... Besides, you can also buy pine nut candy from Caizhizhai."

Miss Pan De listened carefully, her hand slowed down: "Caizhi..."

"Caizhizhai." I repeated again slowly, and embraced her for a kiss. "Every time you speak Chinese, I will find you very cute."

She looked at me with some scrutiny: "Like a child?"

I shook my head and laughed: "Like a person who is very addicted to me."

"What kind of candy is that?" She deliberately ignored me and went to the study with some things. When she came back, she had a booklet in her hand.

"Maltose wrapped in pine nuts, a specialty of Suzhou. When I was young, my grandmother always asked me to bring a large bag back. I refused. She emphasized that my mother loves to eat. Then we packed all kinds of food in half a suitcase. Osmanthus cakes and even pork floss..." I unconsciously touched the fine hair on my cheeks, "but I rarely eat them. Things that are too sweet prevent me from thinking. I like to eat mints with no sweetness."

"So one day you will go back?" She was still standing, leaning on the sofa with one hand, "Go back to the place where there are pine nuts?"

"I don't think so." I looked at her, "What about you, do you have any specific future plans?"

Miss Pan De handed me the booklet: "My future plan is for you to read this."

I took it and scanned the cover.

It is the instruction manual of the smart door lock.

"Go and record your fingerprints. The password is 062709." Miss Pan De said.