"I guess this is a protected area for bears, and they will build homes for bears here!" Irene gave full play to her imagination, but was despised by Hong Tao. With her English level, she was still her mother tongue!
"I think it means the bear hunter's house." Hong Tao also used his imagination, and then asked Old Gale for advice with full pride.
"No, it's a North American Indian word. It means Big Bear Territory, or Big Bear Inn." As a result, the explanation given by Old Gale was different from what they both guessed. No wonder the Americans had to buy books to learn Canadian spoken English.
Well, otherwise it really wouldn’t look like that.
"Big Bear Territory" is the name of this private hunting ground. In fact, the real Big Bear Territory is a farm or farm. Not far from the road, you can see two big houses. They look exactly like those in Western movies. The front
A 3-story, half-stone, half-timber structure is where people live, and an all-wooden structure behind it is a stable, a sheepfold and a barn.
"Isn't this hunting ground a little small?" Hong Tao saw a place surrounded by white wooden fences in the car, which was only as big as a football field, and his heart suddenly became cold.
"No wonder Miss Zhou called you a country bumpkin. That's either a sheep pen or a cow pen." Before Old Gale could speak, Irene on the side curled her lips and said something strange.
"Sheepfold?" Hong Tao looked at Old Gale, but the result was very disappointing. The old man spread his shoulders. What he meant was, little brother, it's not that the elder brother didn't help, it's that you are too weak.
"What about the hunting grounds?" Hong Tao still refused to give up.
"It's all over there... I haven't been here for many years..." Old Gale stretched out his hand and pointed to the distance, his words a little lonely, Hong Tao didn't need to ask, the second half of the old man's sentence
It must be (the last time I came here, I came with my son and so on).
"Over there...how far over there!" Looking in the direction the old man pointed, there was a low mountainous area, one hilltop connected to the other.
"How do I know? You don't need to know, you can't walk all the way in one day on a snowmobile." Old Gale stopped nagging Hong Tao, opened the car door and got out of the car, waving hello to the house.
The owner here is younger than Old Gale and Pavey, and looks younger than Harrison. However, it is difficult for Europeans and Americans to distinguish age when they are middle-aged. If they grow a little beard, let's put it this way
, A 30-year-old looks like a 60-year-old, and a 60-year-old looks like a 30-year-old, so let’s first estimate this person’s age to be between 30 and 60.
The owner's surname is Braham, and his name is Ignatius. He has yellow hair, a yellow beard, yellow eyebrows, and yellow eyelashes. His skin is white and rosy, and he has orange-red wool curly hair. His face can no longer be said to have freckles. It should be
It is said that there is basically no place without freckles, a typical British look. Anyway, Hong Tao thinks so, because he likes watching football, especially the Premier League. There is a player named Scholes in the Manchester United team who looks the same.
He looks like this, and he is about the same height and about the same height as Hong Tao.
What struck Hong Tao more was not the British uncle, but his wife. His wife’s name was very peculiar. It was translated as “Little Flower Niu”. After hearing this name, Hong Tao almost bit his tongue while chewing gum.
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"Mrs. Braham is an Indian." Irene saw Hong Tao grinning in a strange manner and secretly whispered from behind Hong Tao.
In fact, no one needed to introduce her. Hong Tao could tell at a glance that this aunt with straight black hair and features similar to those of a Mongolian was 100% an Indian. This was not because Hong Tao was well-informed, but
It's because American Western movies are so widely spread that it's hard to even recognize them.
Before this, Hong Tao only knew from other people’s introductions that Canada is a melting pot of many ethnic groups, but what Hong Tao saw in Toronto was nothing more than Chinese, blacks, Japanese, Koreans, Indians, Vietnamese and all kinds of people.
This was the first time I saw white people and Indians, and it was such a close contact.
There was a middle-aged man following Braham. Hong Tao only glanced at it and immediately concluded that this must be little Braham. The reason was very simple. The genetics of the man in their family were too strong. As Ignatius
Si's son, he will never have to take pictures in his life. As long as he takes out the photos of his father when he was young, no one will say it is not the photo of his son now, and he doesn't even need to change his hairstyle.
In addition to this family of three, there are also three children standing on the porch of the big house. The older one is only about 10 years old, and the younger one is probably just a toddler. They should be the grandsons or grandsons of Mr. Ignatius.
I don’t know if there is some genetic disorder from generation to generation. Two of the children are both black-haired and Indian-looking, and only the eldest one looks white.
Welcoming, introducing each other, saying hello, hugging, shouting, laughing, this is the theme that happened at this moment, but Hong Tao is not involved at all. His head is not enough at the moment, and his eyes are not enough, and he can't see anything.
It was so new that just the ethnic identity of Ignatius and his family was enough for him to ponder for a long time.
When the host couple let the guests into the living room, Hong Tao's analysis of the family situation that he had just smoothed was overturned. It turned out that there were still many people hiding in the house, including an old Indian man who was in his dying years and combed his gray hair.
Two aunts
He was sitting in a rocking chair in front of the fireplace smoking a pipe. There was something similar to a leopard skin spread on his rocking chair. Hong Tao secretly guessed that this skin should be genuine, and he would buy a fake one in a place like this.
The cost of the goods is probably more expensive than getting the real thing.
In addition to the old man, there were two middle-aged women sitting on the sofa, one white and one Indian, and then three children. They were about the same age as the three standing outside, but they looked more like Indians.
"This is Austin's wife, this is their second daughter-in-law, those three children are the children of their second son, and the three children outside are Austin's children." Irene perfectly replaced Zhou Xiaoli's job.
Next to Hong Tao, she introduced the people present in a low voice in Chinese. She had just heard these things from mutual introductions, but she was much better than Hong Tao when it came to remembering names, especially non-Chinese names.
Since Hong Tao was the only foreigner in the true sense, the Ignatius family took special care of him and even gave him a meeting gift, a hat often worn by Indians.
This made Hong Tao very embarrassed. He felt as if he was a child and was given lucky money by adults during the New Year. But Hong Tao couldn't refuse, and he didn't understand whether the Indians had this custom. Since someone gave it to him, he should just take it. But
Like him, it was the first time for sister Erin and boy Jim to come here, but they didn't even have a hair on their head and could only watch helplessly.
"Why am I the only one who has a gift, but you don't?" Hong Tao secretly asked Irene in Chinese while drinking the unique Indian-style fruit wine in Big Bear Ranch.
"These Canadian farmers don't like us Americans very much. Although we can't say they hate us, we can't say they like you. You are different. China is a distant and mysterious country to them. They like you. Look at your hair.
Just like Mrs. Ignatius, she has straight black hair. There’s nothing you can do about it, it’s God’s arrangement.” Before Irene could answer, Katie took up the topic, but there was no hint of compliment in her tone.
No, it's all envy, jealousy and hatred.
"Come, come here, I have this here." Hong Tao looked at the three children poking their heads at the door of the living room, and suddenly wanted to tease them. After searching for a long time, he finally found something that was not available here, a small wooden carving brought from China.
Buddha statue, this is the amulet he invited from Yonghe Temple. It has also been blessed and has been worn around his neck.
I don’t know if the little Buddha statue is relatively new, or if Hong Tao’s same black hair and eyes make the children think he is more similar to their grandparents. The three children slowly crawled behind the sofa and teased Hong Tao through the back of the sofa.
But when they were playing with Hong Tao, once Irene or Katie got close to them, they would immediately leave.
ps: It is scheduled to be released on March 1st. I hope everyone will give the author more support!
