In the snow, the car was driving forward. Yahan and Jiaming were sitting in the back. Two blackheads in the front row were talking, smiling and asking about the situation in China. They seemed to be quite curious about that eastern country half a world away from the United States.
Although they have experienced too much malice these days, and have almost been killed in a hail of bullets, they have to admit that most ordinary Americans are still willing to help strangers. They stopped the car and had a few casual conversations to make it easier for them.
The two of Jiaming got in the car and started chatting enthusiastically. Of course, it is difficult to estimate how much of this is due to Yahan's appearance. At least from Jiaming's point of view, the current self is obviously just a accessory of Yahan.
That's all.
The two black men in the front row must be an uncle and nephew. The middle-aged man driving the car is called Marcus. The black young man next to him, who looks to be in his twenties, is named Mike. At this time, he is enthusiastically talking to Yahan about the nearby places.
The situation, with a smile on his face. This man's English was astonishingly fluent. Yahan, who had only been educated in the UK, worked hard to understand the general meaning. Occasionally he answered a few words with an elegant smile, but he could also make a lot of noises from the two people in front of him.
She laughed heartily. After all, she is the eldest lady of a wealthy family. Being a diplomat is probably enough for her in dealing with people. She can not only make people feel friendly, but also give people the right sense of distance. But when she is seated, she always holds her hand.
Holding Jiaming's right hand, she occasionally glanced at the young man looking at the scenery. If her charm hadn't been too deep, the man in front of her would have easily discovered that from beginning to end, the target of her attention was this ordinary young man beside her.
I introduced myself in front of two black men. They were a pair of siblings who came to New York for vacation. Who knew that the guide defrauded them of their money and ran away last night? They were left in such a wild place. They couldn't even find a place to make a phone call.
No...this lie is a bit bizarre. If you want to delve into the details, you will naturally find something wrong. However, Yahan behaves generously and decently, and Jia Ming looks like a young boy. How can the two people in front of them be suspicious?
There were too many people who only focused on scolding the unscrupulous guide.
After talking for a while, Jia Ming and Yahan also probably knew that this road, which usually had few vehicles, led to a relatively remote town nearby. The reason why there was not much traffic was because another road running through the town had been built in recent years.
Highway, so this road gradually fell into disuse. Amid the laughter, it wasn’t long before an American town covered in silver gradually appeared at the other end of the road.
There are straight roads, neat grid-like areas, and villas covered with snow. On the courtyard lawn in front of the villas, you can see people in some families clearing the snow. It has been snowing heavily all night.
It's not too wild in the early morning. In line with the atmosphere of the town, the warm lights shining in the windows of every house give people a sense of calm. Occasionally, passers-by pass by and say hello to each other. Some
The children chased each other in the snow from a distance, just like the peaceful scene in the movie.
"The winter here is relatively cold, but it has not snowed so much for a long time. I think you will like this place. The town is very beautiful. We have the best beer in the United States."
When Mike turned around and said this, Jia Ming felt that he was like a legendary dwarf - only dwarves would recommend wine to others - and after getting Yahan's smile, he also turned around, put down the window, but
He said hello to the other side of the road and slowed down the car. Coming over from the other side of the road was a white policeman about the same age as Mike, who also said hello with a smile.
"Hi, Uncle Marcus, Mike, you look good, you... uh, these two are..."
"Oh, it's my friend..."
Originally, he was a little worried that Mike would tell the police about the trouble the two of them had encountered, which would surely lead to a whole mess of things. However, Mike only briefly introduced the names of the two of them. The policeman seemed to be very close to Mike.
Familiar. He greeted the two of them immediately, without talking about other things. He greeted Mike and waved goodbye. After closing the window, Mike turned around.
"Weilun is my friend since childhood. He is a nice person. Now that he is a policeman, everything has to be done routinely. If you don't have your passport with you, many things will become troublesome... Uh, I mean,
If you need, we can go over and report the crime now. However, there are many cases like this in the United States. Generally, reporting is in vain. I think you haven’t slept all night. Maybe a warm room is more suitable for you. In the meantime, you can call
Call your friend in New York, ah, look, the hotel is right in front..."
Mike said, pointing to a three-story building with an old sign on the corner of the street. It seems that he is not a fool. Every year, a large number of illegal immigrants from China enter the United States. Once discovered by the police, the consequence will naturally be deportation. Jiaming made it up casually.
Although the lie was not impossible, he was obviously prepared for another possibility and helped. After a while, the car stopped on the side of the road, and the uncle and nephew led Jia Ming and Ya
Han walked into the hotel called Macallan.
"Let me introduce, the only hotel in this town can also be regarded as a pub, cafe, party... Haha, who cares about it, you don't think it is a star hotel, but I can guarantee that you will feel at home. There are other hotels outside the town.
There is an abandoned factory and an old castle left before the Civil War. There is a beautiful lake. Because the environment here is good, some New Yorkers often come here for vacation, mostly students and young people, in order to occasionally receive these guests.
, it’s very well furnished here, of course, most of them are empty now, so you can enjoy the best rooms as you please.”
Mike gave a lively introduction, and the four of them entered the hotel. The first floor was decorated in the style of a hotel and a cafe, with neatly arranged seats, a long bar, a large TV playing basketball programs, and even a small TV inside.
In a small supermarket that sells basic daily necessities and snacks, a few people who look like residents of the town are sitting and chatting sparsely in the store. Most of them are old men with white beards. When they hear the wind chimes ringing at the door, these people turn around and follow Ma
Kus said hello, signaled to Mike, and then turned his attention to the two outsiders. Mike casually introduced their identities and went to the bar to help them with the half-room procedures.
Probably because of Mike, there was no need to check passports or anything like that. After letting the two of them sign their names casually, a fat woman who looked very friendly led a few people up the side stairs and boasted to a few of them.
Your own hotel.
“The best hotel room in North America, guaranteed to be warm and close to nature, just like home, better than Waldorf-Astoria, Mayflower, and now the best hotel room in the world.
A room happens to be vacant, you are so lucky. Hi, Miss Zhang, are you? Hahahaha..."
Although he was talking carelessly and laughing from time to time, the fat hotel owner named Monica was not offensive. To be honest, a lot of effort had indeed been put into the interior decoration of the hotel.
, warm lights, various goose yellow and pink embellishments, random trinkets on the wall, and photo frames, really give people a feeling of going home. However, Mike seemed a little embarrassed by her speculation. After a while,
Several people came to the two doors at the end of the corridor. The fat woman opened the door. Then she handed the two keys to Yahan.
“The two rooms at the corner are definitely the best. The balcony is very beautiful. Enjoy it.”
The fat woman finished speaking with a smile and turned around to leave after a while. Mike smiled and said: "Choose the room as you like, it's on the phone. I think you'd better take a bath first and take a rest. I'll ask Monica to prepare some food for you."
I'll bring it over. Trust me, the coffee potatoes and fried steak she makes are very good. Have a good rest and I'll come over to see you in the afternoon."
As he spoke, he waved his hand and went down the stairs. Only Yahan and Jiaming were left in the corridor. They looked at each other and smiled, and each chose a room at will. Although it was not very big, the interior of the room was indeed impressive.
The warm atmosphere, the balcony facing the street and the woods on the other side, is quite beautiful. After closing the door, Yahan followed Jiaming into a room, then sat down on the soft bed, looked at Jiaming and said: "
I want to know how little mom is doing."
"Well, I'll contact you right away." He walked around the bathroom and walked out. Jiaming said, "There is a thick bathrobe inside. You can take a shower first. It won't be cold."
"I don't, I want to know first whether mom and the others are safe."
Taking off her coat and kicking off her shoes, Yahan rolled on the bed a few times and lay there staring at Jiaming. Jiaming shrugged, picked up the phone beside the bed, and then took out a small bag of ground tools from his body, smiling.
He said: "It's not that I won't listen to you, but the first phone call is indeed not to a good person. The phone needs to be modified, which will probably take a few minutes."
"Oh, then I'll take a shower first. I'll contact my little mom and ask me to come out and talk to her."
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"must."
Seeing Jiaming taking the phone apart, Yahan got up from the bed and entered the bathroom. The sound of undressing could be heard. Two or three minutes later, the bathroom door opened again, and Yahan had a head popping out of the door.
On the other side, Hao Wan was naked and white, and he knocked on the wooden door: "Hey, Jiaming, can you bring me a pair of slippers?"
"Oh." He took out the slippers prepared in the room from the shoe rack by the door and handed them in. When Yahan reached out to take them, he could just see the exposed white shoulders and neck. Yahan leaned at the door and looked at him to consider.
After a long pause, he asked seriously: "Jia Ming, how long will it take to do that thing you said you want to do in the United States?"
"Not sure." Jiaming shook his head, "If it's something like murder... I can go directly to New York tonight, but I'm afraid it will only make more chaos in the future. Of course, there are solutions, but there are also
The question...heh, I'll explain it to you later."
"Oh." Yahan smiled and closed the bathroom door. After a while, she vaguely heard the sound outside. Jia Ming was talking to the other side in a female voice belonging to Jian Suyan: "Hey... Mr. James..." The hot water shower
With her naked and white body on her face, she relaxed and closed her eyes. She could feel the presence of that person at such a distance, something she hadn't felt for a long time...
After taking a bath, when I wrapped myself in a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom, the voice I heard had already become that of a boy named Jiaming, and the language he spoke was already in Chinese - he had just made a second call.
"Hey, I'm looking for Cui Guohua... um, Gu Jiaming... Sister Suyan is still watching Pei Luojia's movements. Sister Yahan and I are together... I can't say the specific location. Sister Suyan has confessed..."
From the transparent glass window near the balcony, you can see the heavy snow falling outside. In the warm room, Yahan wearing a bathrobe climbed onto the bed. Under the bathrobe, her white and slender legs were exposed.
She lip-talked silently in front of Jiaming, and then he pushed her aside casually, and she staggered onto the bed with the force. She smiled and listened to Jiaming's phone call.
"American Pei Luojia has been knocked down this time, mainly because of Creation Miracle... Why did Creation Miracle participate? Well, I don't know. I thought Sister Suyan had discussed it with you. She didn't talk to Creation Miracle about me either.
I don’t know... Based on her character, I think she gave some hints at most... How could the miracle of creation miss such an opportunity... Well, I want to know about Miss Yahan’s mother, and that Aunt Zhang... It’s okay
Just fine, Sister Yahan wants to talk to her on the phone... Please pick it up quickly, thank you..."
After saying this, Jiaming handed the microphone to Yahan with a smile and reached out to catch it. Yahan sat up from the bed again, pointed at Jiaming's nose and said silently: "You big liar!" After a moment, the microphone came out.
My mother's voice came from over there.
"Where have you been... I was scared to death. I thought you were taken away... Who are these Yanhuang Awakening people? They are similar to opera singers. I thought I was acting in a movie at first... Anyway, I don't
I like America. Where are you now and when will you come back? Let’s go back as soon as possible..."
"Don't worry, little mom, it's okay." After being yelled at by her little mom for a long time, Yahan finally managed to get the right to speak, "I was saved by a very powerful person... Anyway, it's very powerful. I feel like
He's almost a Black Man, don't worry... Well, he's the one I told you about... Didn't you say it? Anyway, you know..."
Saying this, Yahan blushed and glanced at Jia Ming, who was pretending to be busy. She said in front of him that she was really not ashamed... But no matter what, everyone already knew everything, so there was no shame.
No shame...
"I can't tell you where it is... Well, I can't tell you... Mom, don't be so boring. Let those Yanhuang awakening people arrange for you to go back first. I'm sure I'll be fine... He's so powerful, how could anything happen to me?
...How about you go to Hollywood, and a group of super professional bodyguards will follow you to ask for Marlon Brando's autograph. If he doesn't give it to you, you will kill his horse and send it to his bed... I
No matter, I can't go back now anyway, probably...how do I know, it depends on the situation, it depends on the situation, I guess it will be past Christmas..."