350. Chapter 350 The only phone call in five years
During those five years in the United States, she seemed to have completely changed as a person.
The initial unwillingness and resentment were completely smoothed away, and she became silent, philistine, and willing to be mediocre. The so-called pride and self-esteem were deeply hidden by her and placed in an unknown corner.
The initial language barrier, deception, blackmail, and differences in eating habits made her acclimated. She lost eight pounds in the first month after arriving in the United States, and her whole figure was out of shape. She used to have plump baby fat with a hint of apple sheen. It was gone, and the tip of his chin and cheekbones were protruding, making him look like a paper man. He looked particularly weak among the plump, wheat-colored skinned locals.
Naturally, I have suffered a lot of bullying, as well as discrimination based on nationality and race. Fortunately, there are many Chinese people here. Few people in the country can be as united as the Chinese overseas, uniting into one force and sharing the same hatred.
Shen Ke was lucky enough to get acquainted with two overseas Chinese students, Wen Ziyan and Tong Leyao. Ziyan rented a flat with her and shared the rent. When she was bullied outside, she turned to Leyao. When Leyao was a child, he learned boxing from a Sanda master in the armed police class. Official disciples, even fat black men are no match for him. Both of them are authentic Beijingers, and they still have strong Beijing skills in the land of the United States of America, which makes Shen Ke feel doubly excited when he hears it. Son is kind.
These two people should have good family backgrounds, which can be seen from the clothes they wear and the behavior of their tutors. They are in love.
One year during the Spring Festival, Le Yao took Zi Yan home to celebrate the New Year. He ran into Xi Wanlai at an unknown party and started chatting about Shen Ke. On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Shen Ke received a call from China. After calling her for "feeding" for a long time, the other party let out a sigh as soft as air: "Coco..."
She almost thought it was a wrong call and hung up, the receiver in her hand just frozen.
Even after such a long time, what happened in the country seemed like an old dream to her, but she still remembered his voice. It was as if they could sense each other with just one breath.
On the phone, Xi Wanlai seemed to feel regretful and coughed hastily: "I'm sorry." and hung up the phone in a hurry.
The disconnection sound of "beep..." keeps echoing.
The whole day after that, Shen Ke stared at the phone as if he was possessed.
Xi Wanlai... How has he been doing these past years? Does he have any regrets?
Such a long time has passed, and when I mention this name again, it is just a touch of sadness like dust in the air. I remember when she first arrived in the United States, the more sad she was, the more she wanted to be late. When she was sick, she held the phone and her fingers trembled. She had already dialed the number, but she couldn't bear to press it as much as she could. She didn't know what she could say when he picked up the phone. Finally, she put her fingers between her teeth and bit them hard, using the pain as a reminder. Self: It’s over, they have already ended it...
That was the only contact they had in five years, and then, when she opened her mailbox one morning, a gold invitation fell out from a pile of leaflets and tabloids.
How ironic that she was invited to his wedding with Jiang Xiaoou, and the address was on the coast of Southern California where she lived.
The people on the stage were holding a solemn wedding, and she regarded it as a farewell ceremony to herself and the past.
However, at the end of the ceremony, what she received was not the Lord's forgiveness, but a pair of black eyes as deep and unpredictable as the sea. When they looked at her, their eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. During those five years in the United States, she seemed to have completely changed. a person.
The initial unwillingness and resentment were completely smoothed away, and she became silent, philistine, and willing to be mediocre. The so-called pride and self-esteem were deeply hidden by her and placed in an unknown corner.
The initial language barrier, deception, blackmail, and differences in eating habits made her acclimated. She lost eight pounds in the first month after arriving in the United States, and her whole figure was out of shape. She used to have plump baby fat with a hint of apple sheen. It was gone, and the tip of his chin and cheekbones were protruding, making him look like a paper man. He looked particularly weak among the plump, wheat-colored skinned locals.
Naturally, I have suffered a lot of bullying, as well as discrimination based on nationality and race. Fortunately, there are many Chinese people here. Few people in the country can be as united as the Chinese overseas, uniting into one force and sharing the same hatred.
Shen Ke was lucky enough to get acquainted with two overseas Chinese students, Wen Ziyan and Tong Leyao. Ziyan rented a flat with her and shared the rent. When she was bullied outside, she turned to Leyao. When Leyao was a child, he learned boxing from a Sanda master in the armed police class. Official disciples, even fat black men are no match for him. Both of them are authentic Beijingers, and they still have strong Beijing skills in the land of the United States of America, which makes Shen Ke feel doubly excited when he hears it. Son is kind.
These two people should have good family backgrounds, which can be seen from the clothes they wear and the behavior of their tutors. They are in love.
One year during the Spring Festival, Le Yao took Zi Yan home to celebrate the New Year. He ran into Xi Wanlai at an unknown party and started chatting about Shen Ke. On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Shen Ke received a call from China. After calling her for "feeding" for a long time, the other party let out a sigh as soft as air: "Coco..."
She almost thought it was a wrong call and hung up, the receiver in her hand just frozen.
Even after such a long time, what happened in the country seemed like an old dream to her, but she still remembered his voice. It was as if they could sense each other with just one breath.
On the phone, Xi Wanlai seemed to feel regretful and coughed hastily: "I'm sorry." and hung up the phone in a hurry.
The disconnection sound of "beep..." keeps echoing.
The whole day after that, Shen Ke stared at the phone as if he was possessed.
Xi Wanlai... How has he been doing these past years? Does he have any regrets?
Such a long time has passed, and when I mention this name again, it is just a touch of sadness like dust in the air. I remember when she first arrived in the United States, the more sad she was, the more she wanted to be late. When she was sick, she held the phone and her fingers trembled. She had already dialed the number, but she couldn't bear to press it as much as she could. She didn't know what she could say when he picked up the phone. Finally, she put her fingers between her teeth and bit them hard, using the pain as a reminder. Self: It’s over, they have already ended it...
That was the only contact they had in five years, and then, when she opened her mailbox one morning, a gold invitation fell out from a pile of leaflets and tabloids.
How ironic that she was invited to his wedding with Jiang Xiaoou, and the address was on the coast of Southern California where she lived.
The people on the stage were holding a solemn wedding, and she regarded it as a farewell ceremony to herself and the past.
However, at the end of the ceremony, what she received was not the Lord's forgiveness, but a pair of black eyes as deep and unpredictable as the sea. When they looked at her, their eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.