"Brother, you are much better than my brother. You have a translator. You are this. Miss Zhou, please tell me. I have lived for half my life. Let alone Canada, I have never even been to Hong Kong.
." This guy from Northeast China was not polite. He bowed to Hong Tao and Hong Tao with his hands clasped in fists. Then he looked at the flight attendant and slipped from the front row.
"You are deliberately causing trouble for me!" Zhou Xiaoli was resting next to Hong Tao, but when Hong Tao came like this, she couldn't sleep anymore.
"Look at what you said. We are all Chinese in foreign countries. If you can help, you can help. You don't have to pay for it. You can do it with just your words. This can be regarded as a good deed." Hong Tao retorted in a low voice.
"I'm not Chinese!" Zhou Xiaoli glared and tried to act like she was a businessman again.
"Okay, okay, eldest sister, you can help me. I want to hear it too. I haven't been there either. Give me some face and give me 2 yuan..." Hong Tao couldn't be too hard, so he changed his mind.
of.
"Brother, my surname is Zhou, Zhou Dajiang. Miss Zhou, we are the head of the family. If you keep nagging me, I don't know what to do." Zhou Dajiang is a person of spectacle at first glance. He is very comfortable with interpersonal communication. He can say it with just one sentence.
Zhou Xiaoli was trapped, and it wouldn't work if she didn't say anything.
It takes more than 11 hours by direct flight from Tokyo to Toronto. It would be too boring to just sleep on such a long journey. Moreover, Hong Tao was a little excited to go to a strange place at first and couldn't sleep at all. Now
It would suit him well to have an excuse to chat for a while.
This Zhou Dajiang was originally a clothing dealer with a small fortune. The most important thing is that he married a capable wife. According to his introduction, her wife works in a university laboratory in Toronto and has been a Canadian citizen for many years.
They all urged him to apply for immigration, but he was reluctant to go there, mainly because he couldn't bear to part with the little industry he had finally built.
But last year, his wife had given him an ultimatum. She would divorce him if he didn't immigrate, and she was no longer willing to live this kind of married life in name only. When Zhou Dajiang heard this, he knew that he couldn't delay it, so he had no choice but to sell his clothing company.
sell, grind
He boarded the plane to Canada in a hurry. As for how he got on the Air Canada plane in Tokyo, the main reason was that when he booked the flight, he didn't pay attention to whether it was a direct flight or a connecting flight. He bought a connecting ticket and then
Transfer at Narita Airport.
"Oh, actually I really don't want to leave. I have no worries about food and drink here. Although I'm not rich, I'm not short of money to spend. My parents are here at home. Brother, you think I'm the only one like you.
If you can only distinguish the three letters A, B, and C, then you are a fool. Whether you can support yourself or not is a question." Zhou Dajiang seemed really worried.
"It's okay. There are many Chinese in Toronto. Even if you can't speak English, you can still live. And you will naturally learn it after staying for a while. Language is not a problem." Zhou Xiaoli did not understand Zhou Dajiang's thoughts, thinking that he was just worried about the language barrier.
"But I can't do anything there. It's not a problem to be supported by my wife. But I don't want to go. My parents don't want to go there. They are still waiting for their grandson. I'm sending sperm away thousands of miles away."
What's going on!" Zhou Dajiang became more and more excited as he spoke, and even the word "sperm" came up.
"..." When Zhou Xiaoli heard this, she blushed and couldn't answer any further questions.
"Hey, don't worry about it, Miss Zhou. I'm just a rough guy. I'm a loser. Brother, what kind of job are you doing there? It must be a big business. How else can you have such a beautiful translator?
"Zhou Dajiang is rough, but not stupid at all, especially when it comes to observing words and expressions. Seeing that Zhou Xiaoli was a little embarrassed, he quickly changed the topic and flattered Zhou Xiaoli a little.
"No, I was just joking. This is not my translation. This is my boss, my immediate boss! You are a strong woman. I actually have nothing serious to do. I just follow the past to open my eyes." Hong Tao basically said this.
To be honest, he really doesn't have a serious job.
"This is my home phone number. My wife said it's in Scarborough. As for where it is, I can't tell. Brother, please call me if you have time. When I get there, the only other person I know besides my wife is you.
Got it." Zhou Dajiang took out a small note pad from his pocket, wrote his name and phone number, and handed it to Hong Tao.
"Okay, I don't have a phone yet. My phone can't be used anywhere. I'll contact you when I get a new phone." Hong Tao took the piece of paper and said apologetically to Zhou Dajiang.
"There are many Chinese in Scarborough. You will find friends soon if you go there. It's not a problem if you don't speak a word of English." Zhou Xiaoli should know Scarborough.
"That's great, why don't I be alone at home every day and it won't kill me!" Zhou Dajiang finally mustered up some courage.
"Then where shall we live?" Hong Tao was curious.
"In King City, which is equivalent to Beijing's Changping District, it is more than 20 kilometers away from the city center." Zhou Xiaoli pointed at the Toronto map in Hong Tao's tourist atlas.
"Brother Zhou, look, be satisfied. Your home is considered Dongcheng District. I've left the city and passed the suburbs, so this is considered an outer suburb." Hong Tao's heart dropped instantly when he saw the distance. It's a good deal.
Traveling so far away and living in a remote county, it certainly wouldn't be a castle. Canada, like the United States, doesn't have that kind of cultural heritage.
"No, it is said that foreigners like to live in the suburbs. They are all small villas with good scenery and few people. I guess this is what Miss Zhou has found for you. Do you think so?" Although Zhou Dajiang is not very literate, he is still very knowledgeable.
Yes, he is also sharp-tongued.
"You see, Mr. Zhou is much more knowledgeable than you, you are just a country bumpkin!" When Zhou Xiaoli heard Zhou Dajiang's words, she curled her lips and looked at Hong Tao sideways, as if she were looking at a country bumpkin.
The three of them talked and laughed for several hours. They talked from Beijing to Dalian, from Dalian to Tokyo, and from Tokyo to Canada. Hong Tao's cheeks felt tired. At this time, dinner began to be served on the plane.
Looking at the watch, it's almost 8 hours. After dinner, I'll be there in another 2 hours of confusion.
To say that the food of Air Canada is really not as good as that of Japan Airlines, this is not a matter of quality, but mainly a matter of race and taste. For example, for dinner, Hong Tao ate something called lasagna.
It had no taste at all, let alone texture, so I could only swallow it reluctantly. Zhou Dajiang, who had a bigger mouth than Hong Tao, tasted it and gave up immediately.
When the plane began to descend in preparation for landing, snowflakes began to fall over Toronto's Pickson Airport. The snowflakes were so large that nothing could be seen through the windows, and the sky and the ground were completely white.
"Can it still fall with such heavy snow?" Hong Tao asked Zhou Xiaoli quietly.
"Don't worry, people here are used to it. This isn't considered heavy snow. Stop moving. It's time to land." Zhou Xiaoli grabbed Hong Tao's ear and pulled him back from the porthole.
According to the division of international time zones, Toronto is in the 5th zone in the west, while Tokyo is in the 10th zone in the east. The difference between the two is 15 time zones, which is also a 15-hour difference. Specifically, Toronto is 15 hours behind Tokyo, and Tokyo is already 15 hours behind.
It's past 9 p.m., but Toronto is still wondering what day Hong Tao will board his flight from Tokyo.
It was 6 o'clock in the morning, which meant that Hong Tao had spent 12 hours in vain and earned another 3 hours. Hong Tao didn't understand how this thing worked. Just listening to Zhou Xiaoli's explanation, he secretly thought that if he had enough money,
, if you fly eastward for 12 time zones every day, will you live younger and younger?
He couldn't feel it even though he was staying in the airport terminal. When he walked out of the gate, Hong Tao felt what it meant to be cold. The winter here was not comparable to that in Tokyo. Snowflakes as big as postage stamps were blown by the small wind and hit his face.
, I felt raw and painful, and my two ears instantly became numb.
"Brother, my wife is here to pick me up. I'm leaving first. Remember to call me!" Zhou Dajiang also followed him out. Outside the door stood a tall, thin young woman with a hat on her head.
Wearing a big woolen hat, Hong Tao couldn't tell what she looked like, but Hong Tao could see the words on the cardboard box she held quite clearly: Zhou Dajiang.