allendalepharm Chapter 80 A Cangweng
Chapter 80 A Cangweng
Chapter 80 A Cangweng
Seeing him hesitate, the older woman sighed softly, "Little Hu, you're a good person." She then took a five-hundred-ruble note from her bag, smiled, and slipped it into his hand, saying, "Here, take this. You've worked hard today; this is a tip from your older sister!"
Hu Yi was taken aback. He had heard Yu Feifei mention that guests might give tips, but he still subconsciously declined, saying, "No need, no need! I brought you here to gamble; the casino—they'll give me a commission."
"What they give is theirs, this is from your older sister!" The woman from Northeast China forcefully stuffed the banknotes into his hand. "I know, we Chinese don't usually do this kind of thing, but I'm different from others!" She then stood up with a grin, saying, "You stay here and rest, I'm going to watch them have fun!"
None of the guests who came today were heavy gamblers, and they all left after playing for a little over two hours. Hu Yi took them to their hotel, said goodbye to each of them, and then took a taxi back to his dormitory.
Hu Yi wanted to talk to Yu Feifei about what happened today, but it was almost 10 o'clock, and he felt it was inconvenient, so he called her from downstairs.
Yu Feifei had never encountered a tourist leaving the tour group before. After a few sighs over the phone, Yu Feifei comforted her, saying, "There's nothing we can do about this. It has nothing to do with you, and the travel agency won't blame you. You've had a long day, go home and rest. I'll contact you again if I have the chance to lead a tour in the future."
Hu Yi agreed, hung up the phone, and went into Building 10. Thinking about how he had earned several thousand rubles that day, he was still quite happy, so he bought two bottles of beer downstairs.
After returning to his room and taking a shower, Hu Yi sat on the edge of the bed, took out his Walkman, and listened to music while drinking. Soon, he felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him. He yawned several times, slumped over, and drifted off to sleep.
In his dream, Hu Yi found himself in a dark and empty room. He tried to open his eyes wide to look around and suddenly noticed two people standing in the corner. Upon closer inspection, he realized they were the elderly couple from Texas.
"Grandpa! Grandma! We've finally found you!" Hu Yi excitedly ran a few steps to the two people, only to see them shrinking back and their eyes flashing with a strange light, as if they were trying their best to avoid him.
"It's me! It's Tour Guide Hu!" Hu Yi patted his chest and shouted, "Don't be afraid! I'm not here to arrest you! You can tell me what's wrong!"
The two elderly people's expressions shifted rapidly, their mouths opening and closing hurriedly, but no sound could be heard. Hu Yi quickly stepped forward and said, "What? What did you say?"
Suddenly, a series of urgent bangings came from outside the house. The elderly couple looked terrified and turned to flee into the darkness. Hu Yi hurriedly gave chase, but his legs felt as heavy as lead, and he couldn't keep up with their faltering steps no matter what he did.
The dream gradually faded. After an unknown amount of time, Hu Yi was awakened by a sudden, overwhelming urge to urinate. Reluctantly, he took off his headphones, rolled out of bed, and looked out the window. The moon was bright, the stars few, and the lights in the nearby dormitory buildings were almost all off; it looked like midnight.
Hu Yi opened the door in a daze. The light in the foyer was still on, and the light made him close his eyes. As soon as he stepped out the door, he was shocked to find someone sitting on the floor at his feet.
"Holy crap?" Hu Yi was slightly startled. "Who are you?"
The man seemed to be dozing off on the floor. Hearing Hu Yi's question, he hurriedly stood up, looking tired, and leaned against the wall. "Good evening," he said in broken Russian with a strange accent, and there was a faint smell of alcohol on his breath.
"Hello." Hu Yi adjusted to the brightness of the light, squinted and looked at him. He had an East Asian face, a long face and a buzz cut, and was about 1.8 meters tall. He was slightly more robust than himself.
Before he could even ask a question, the other person bowed slightly to him and said, "I'm sorry."
"What?" Hu Yi was taken aback.
The man reached out and knocked on the door: "Me, knock knock knock." Then he pointed at Hu Yi, clasped his hands together on his cheeks: "You, snore snore snore, go to sleep."
"Oh!" Hu Yi rubbed his eyes and smiled. "It's alright. Did you need something?"
"I live here." The man handed over a slip of paper. Hu Yi took it and looked at it. It was a check-in notice issued by the manager, Brother Ma. The name on it sounded a bit like Chinese.
"Han—Cang—Weng? What a terrible name! Like a fly buzzing?" Hu Yi muttered to himself, scratching his head, and hesitated before asking, "Aren't you Chinese?"
"Yes, yes, Han Cangweng." The man nodded first, then waved his hand: "No, I'm not Chinese. I'm Korean."
"My name is Anton, please come in." Hu Yi stepped aside, shuffling into the bathroom in his slippers, secretly annoyed: He had gone to great lengths to clean this garbage room, and after only living there alone for half a month, someone else had moved in. Was Little Ma just trying to fool him into cleaning for free? His conscience was completely wicked.
After urinating for a long time, he had a change of heart: someone would have to live in this house sooner or later anyway, so it wouldn't be bad to move in a Korean with similar cultural customs. It would be more comfortable than living with other foreigners.
Thinking this through, he felt relieved. Hu Yi returned to the room and saw Han Cangweng standing beside an empty bed, looking at him: "Is this... alright?"
"Of course, but—" Hu Yi glanced at the wire bed that wasn't covered in any bedding and hesitated, "Don't you have a mattress? How will you sleep?"
Han Cangweng was probably extremely tired. He took off his shoes without a second thought, lay down on the steel springs fully clothed, and patted the bed frame beneath him: "Mine is at a friend's house. I'll get it tomorrow."
Hu Yi nodded, turned around and went to his own bed to get a pillow, which he handed to him: "Use this first, it'll be a little more comfortable."
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"Oh! Thank you!" Han Cangweng bowed slightly, took the pillow with both hands and tucked it under his head, murmuring weakly, "Thank you, Anton, you are a good person. I'm going to sleep now—goodnight." As he spoke, his eyes closed.
Hu Yi slept soundly until nine o'clock the next morning. He opened his eyes, stretched, and lay in bed. Thinking that the older sister from Northeast China and the professor had already left for other cities, he felt a little reluctant to see them go.
As he got out of bed and dressed, he recalled his dream from the previous night and realized that there was no one else in the room except himself.
Strange, where is that Korean man surnamed Han? Hu Yi looked around and saw his pillow neatly placed on the bed the Korean man had slept on. He then picked up his check-in form from the table next to him and looked at it, confirming that he was not part of last night's dream.
"Han Cangweng, Han Cangweng—what a terrible name." Hu Yi shook his head, put the notice back where it was, went to the bathroom to wash up, sat down at the table to clear his head, and started doing his homework.