Azerbaijan! As soon as I hear the name of this country, my teeth itch.

This kind of deep hatred originated from the end of June and the beginning of July 2009 when Moscow's cherkizovo market was suddenly closed by the government, and all businesses' goods were sealed in the market. In this case, the black hairs with bad reputation, especially the Azerbaijanis who are in business, have a bad idea. Even if they still pat you on the shoulder during the day, and you brotherhood, vowed to say that you will be in the same boat. But in the evening, they will still spend money quietly to bribe the security guards guarding the market and sneak into the market. They either pry open the shops of Chinese businessmen and steal the goods and money inside, or sweep up all the goods that Chinese businessmen put in their shops to sell, and then flee.

In this way, in just one or two weeks, the actions of this small group of people made Azerbaijanis become notorious street mice. Even those who later dealt with Chinese businessmen would solemnly declare: "I am not Azerbaijani." Then he would scold indignantly: "Azerbaijanis are all bad guys!"

I often think: if I met those Azerbaijanis who rolled up my goods and ran away, and I happened to have a knife in my hand at that time, would I stab them without hesitation?

As soon as Zhukov turned his head, he happened to see my gnashing face. He was surprised and asked, "what's the matter with you, Rita?"

He asked, immediately let me wake up from the gaffe, I quickly covered up and said: "nothing, toothache!"

"Toothache?" Zhukov looked at me sympathetically. "There are no dentists in the army. If you have severe pain, I'll accompany you back to the health worker for some painkillers, and we won't go to the wedding. "

"Don't, don't delay your going to the soldier's wedding. My toothache doesn't matter. I can bear it. Thank you for your concern, Georgi konstantinovic You know, Nomenkan is Zhukov's famous battle. He didn't know how happy he was to meet his old comrades here. Now that he has promised the colonel to attend the wedding, I can't let him break his promise. Even if he hates azerbaijanism any more, he can only stick to his head and give up his life to accompany a gentleman.

Under the direction of Colonel borosushi, our car came to a building two or three kilometers away from the front, where the wedding will be held. Several young soldiers were standing at the door, greeting the guests. I saw that almost all the people who came into the building were soldiers.

Seeing us coming, the two soldiers at the door came running towards us. When he arrived, he stood at attention and saluted. One of them reported to Zhukov loudly: "Comrade General, Sergeant Elson reports to you that we are preparing for the wedding. Please give me directions! "

"There's nothing to tell you," Zhukov said with a smile. "Keep busy. We're just here to have a look. We're all old comrades in arms who have participated in the battle of Nomenkan."

"I have seen you, Comrade General." The young soldier next to Elson said suddenly.

"Oh, really? When? " Zhukov asked with interest.

"In August 1939, the day before we launched a counter offensive against the Japanese army, you went to our regiment to give instructions. After defeating the Japanese, you personally awarded me a medal. "

Medal. Hearing this word, I saw a bright medal on the soldier's chest. Zhukov looked at the medal on the soldier's chest, nodded and said, "well, I'm a little impressed. I remember you killed 75 Japanese soldiers on the battlefield alone. I remember right, private gasang. Oh, no, you're a corporal now. "

"It's me, Comrade General." The soldier raised his chest with pride and said excitedly, "I can't believe you remember me."

"Comrade General," said the silent Colonel borosushi, "I didn't expect you to know gasan. Today we are here to attend his wedding."

"Oh, the groom tonight is you, corporal gasang." Zhukov took gasang's hand and said, "I didn't expect that our hero is old enough to start a family. I sincerely congratulate you!"

Seeing Gesang blushing with shame, Elson even came up to help him out: "Comrade General, thank you very much for coming to my brother's wedding. Don't always stand at the door. It's cold outside. Please sit inside

The place where the wedding banquet was held turned out to be a restaurant. There are no lights and decorations in the hall. There is no festive atmosphere at all. The table is placed on the four sides of the hall, leaving a wide space in the middle. When I sat down, I was still wondering if there was such a wide space in the middle of the room. Would the bridegroom and bride be allowed to stand here later and perform for the guests?

I look around curiously. I can't see any women except me. What's the matter? How can the wedding be held without a bride?

When everyone is seated, the wedding begins.

Corporal gasan, accompanied by his brother Elson, came to the middle of the room. I thought that as in China, I would ask leaders to make a speech first, so I turned my eyes to Zhukov and borosushi. But when I saw that they were still sitting there, watching the excitement with great interest, I also turned my eyes to the two brothers standing in the middle.

Elson rattled away in Azerbaijani for a long time, but I didn't understand a word. Then an elderly man in casual clothes came up, and he continued to talk for a long time, but I still didn't understand even one word. It was not until Elson spoke again and repeated what he had just said to us in Russian that he realized that he was blessing his brother.

After Elson finished his speech, then his village uncles took turns to speak in the middle. They all congratulated gasan and said something to wish him happiness. Until the beginning of the dance, no one asked Zhukov or polosucci to come forward and say a few words, as if they had forgotten them. It is inconceivable that such a cold leader would be replaced in China.

Why is there no bride on the wedding? I asked polosucci curiously. He was also vague, saying vaguely that it might be Azerbaijani tradition. According to the rules, if there is no bride at the wedding, no other women can appear at the wedding. My presence is absolutely an anomaly.

After everyone's blessing to the bridegroom, accompanied by two best men, the bridegroom went back to a table in the corner and sat down to eat. As for the work of toasting the guests, his brother Elson represented him.

When Elson came to our table for a toast, Zhukov drank two full glasses of vodka very forthrightly, and borosushi drank the vodka in one drink. When it was my turn, I only took a symbolic sip. I knew that my drinking capacity was not good. If I got drunk, I would make a fool of myself again.

After a round of drinking, the guests rushed to the middle of the venue, kicking the wooden floor with leather boots, and dancing with the rhythm of accordion. When I was happy, there were two people standing beside the dance floor throwing money into the air. These five gobis and ten gobis fell like snowflakes. When the money was finished, they squatted down again to pick up the money on the ground and sprinkle it again, so they sprinkled it again and again. It is said that throwing money at the wedding ceremony means that newlyweds will have endless wealth in the future.

Zhukov looked at the dancers with a smile and whispered a few words to borosushi from time to time. I turn hatred into food. Anyway, the descendants of these Azerbaijanis have cheated me. At this wedding banquet, I will open up my appetite and eat back all my losses. I put all the caviar, foie gras, salmon and so on on on the table into my own bowl, and ate them in spite of my lady image.

"Comrade major," I heard a nice voice. Looking up, a young and handsome sergeant stood in front of me. He asked me with a smile, "may I have a dance with you?"

I put down my knife and fork and looked at Zhukov, who was sitting opposite me. He nodded with a smile, indicating that I would accept the invitation. Since he does not object, I have no reason to object. Reached out a hand, stood up with his help, and jumped up with him in the middle.

He put his arms around my waist and slowly circled in the middle of the dance floor. He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "honey, you are so beautiful."

"Thank you, of course." I speak more and more like an old hairy woman.

"My name is Lai. What shall I call you? "

Hearing this name, it was actually the same as the name of the black maozi who ran the most goods for me. I couldn't help but itch with hatred. I thought that the laii in front of me would not be the ancestor of the laii in later generations? I didn't want to pay any attention to him, but since others have asked me politely, it would be impolite if I didn't answer, so I just said, "please call me oshanina."

"Beautiful major, let's go out for a walk." As soon as I finished my name, he suddenly made such a request. I understand very well that the walk he said is not equal to drinking beer and eating crayfish for later generations, and then finding a quiet place to discuss life. On such a cold day, I went out to find a haystack to discuss my life, but I didn't get sick. So I rejected him very directly: "sorry, no way."

"Honey, I love you." His confession is quite direct.

"But I don't love you." I answered him coldly.

With that, I wanted to push him away and go back to my seat. But he held me tightly, his left hand around my waist, and his right hand skillfully stretched out from the middle of the buttons in the front of my military uniform, grabbed my right chest and rubbed it recklessly. My blood rushed to my face. I didn't expect this man to be so shameless, but I couldn't shout out on such an occasion. In the United States, this is * *; But in Russia, this is the most common thing, we all think it is a natural good thing. I don't want to eat such a dumb loss. After struggling for several times, I stamped on his instep. While he was holding his injured foot and jumping in place, I took the opportunity to run back to my seat.

Before I could catch my breath, I caught a glimpse of Zhukov looking down at his watch. Then I heard him say to borosushi, "Colonel, it's getting late. It's time for Rita and I to go back to headquarters." Then he stood up, held out his hand, shook it with the colonel, and said, "good health to you, good-bye!"

Then he walked around the table and strode out. I also quickly shook hands with the colonel and left the room behind Zhukov. Welcome to our website www.start.com. The latest, fastest and most popular serial works are all original!