The sea breeze from the east coast of the United States crossed the bridge and blew in my face through the car window. Linda and Di Xiaobo drove to the airport to pick me up. Linda and Susan's clinic is on Staman Island, which is of course where they live.
Along the way, I heard Linda talking endlessly about the prosperity and history of this place, saying that to the people of the world, this place is like a big apple, and everyone wants to take a bite.
So, I asked, is there any charge for biting such a good big apple? Linda said that it is free for those who can bite it, and it will become a part of this big apple in the future. I thought about it and thought it was better to forget it.
, I don’t want to be eaten like an apple pie.
I looked at the ferry going under the bridge and asked: "There is a ferry here! Where is this going?" Di Xiaobo, who was in the co-pilot's seat, turned around and replied: "This is between Staman Island and the opposite side.
The ferry ride takes about 20 minutes one way. What do you think? Are you interested in trying it?"
"Well, it would be nice to take a cruise in the waters of the United States. I wonder if it is expensive?" I continued to look at the ferry under the bridge and said.
Linda held the steering wheel and said with a smile: "Okay, I will take you to experience it when I have time. It's free anyway."
"Free? American imperialism is American imperialism, generous!" I'm a little surprised that capitalist countries can still engage in such a money-losing business.
Linda was a little unhappy and said: "What about American imperialism? This is regional discrimination. Please stop talking like that."
Her words made me very embarrassed, and I thought to myself, it's really annoying for someone to make irresponsible remarks on such a small piece of land, and I wouldn't be happy if she left it alone.
So, I apologized to Linda: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake, please don't mind." Linda waved her hands and said nothing. The atmosphere in the car became awkward for a while, and I didn't know what to say.
Di Xiaobo broke the silence and asked: "I heard that you and Qiu Yue recently visited Tibetan areas?"
I nodded and said, "Yes, but I suffered a lot."
Linda also became interested and asked: "I heard that it is a very pure place, like heaven. I must go and see it when I have the opportunity."
"That's no problem. I'll be your guide then, with all meals and lodging included. How about that?" I've always been very hospitable. Linda then said, "Then what you mean is that if you are here now, you
I will cover all the accommodation and meals for you and Xiaobo."
Di Xiaobo and I looked at each other and laughed. Di Xiaobo said, "I didn't say that. This was Wan's idea. Let me state first that he and I did not collude."
Linda chuckled, turned the steering wheel, and the car entered a small street. There were independent two- and three-story buildings and yards on both sides of the street. The car came to one of the small buildings.
, and slowly stopped in front of the garage door.
"Gentlemen, we are here, welcome to Susan's clinic." Linda said while turning off the engine.
I picked up my backpack and got out of the car. I stood in the yard and looked at the milky white three-story building in front of me. On the flat grass in front of the door, there was a puppy basking in the sun. When Linda came over, she wagged her tail.
He ran over in a hurry, helped Linda's legs and stood up.
Linda leaned down and touched its head, and introduced me: "This is Max." However, Max didn't seem to have any special feelings for me, and he still sniffed around Linda's feet.
The door of the small building opened, and Susan appeared at the door, opened her arms and walked down, saying: "Look, who is here? My friends." After that, she hugged me gently, and then
After hugging Di Xiaobo again, Linda opened the door first and entered the house, and the rest of us followed her in, including Max of course.
I put my backpack on the sofa in the living room and asked, "Is this your clinic?"
Linda replied as she went upstairs: "Of course, didn't you see the sign on the door?"
Susan looked at Linda's back and said, "Yes, this is also our home."
I put my hands on my hips, looked around, sniffed, and asked, "But it doesn't look like a clinic, and it doesn't have the unique smell of a hospital."
Susan was a little surprised and asked Di Xiaobo: "Didn't you and Linda tell Wan on the way?"
Di Xiaobo shrugged, spread his hands and said: "All we talked about along the way was the Big Apple, the library, Central Station and so on. Wan, I didn't ask about the clinic. Right, Wan."
I clicked and said, "Yes, a clinic is just a clinic. I have nothing to ask. But when I got here, I realized that it doesn't look like a clinic."
Susan didn't take it seriously and asked: "Wan, what kind of clinic does our place look like to you?"
I circled around the sofa in a pretentious manner, imitating Sherlock's tone in the movie and said: "Judging from the layout and smell of the scene, we can rule out that it is a surgery or internal medicine clinic. Can I see your office?"
Miss Susan."
Susan made a gesture of invitation, then opened a door and said, "Come in, Mr. Wan."
I held my belly with one hand and put the other behind my back politely, and nodded to Susan in thanks. If I were wearing a hat, I would definitely imitate Sherlock and take it off my head gracefully.
The display of the office is very simple. In front of the three-story and four-column bookshelves is a small writing desk, and two chairs are placed nearby. The windows are covered with thick brown curtains, and the sunlight outside does not affect it at all.
At this point, Susan behind me turned on the light in the room. While the pale yellow light poured down from the ceiling, I couldn't help but look up at the ceiling. There were three birdcage-like things hanging in the corners of the ceiling.
Say, I know what it is.
There is also a single bed in the room. It looks soft and must be very comfortable to lie down on. There is a round stool beside the bed, the kind that can rotate. Susan behind her asked: "China
Mr. Sherlock, can you tell me the answer now?"
I turned around and said with a confident smile: "According to the judgment on the scene, this must be a psychological clinic, right?"
Di Xiaobo, who was standing at the door, was pushed by Linda, and then she squeezed in from the door and said: "It's almost the same, but it's not the same as the psychological clinic you imagined."
I looked at Susan with questioning eyes. Susan smiled mysteriously and asked, "Have you ever heard of 'past life therapy'?"
I was startled, I had never heard of it, and I thought, what does this mean? Is it like gypsy fortune telling? No, Susan and the others wouldn't do something so untechnical.
In doubt, I expressed what I was thinking. Susan covered her mouth and couldn't help laughing. Di Xiaobo at the door was also shocked and speechless by me. Linda laughed even louder and said: "Wan, you are really funny. I'm so surprised."
I admire your imagination."
"Oh, if that's the case, then you can tell me about it and let me increase my knowledge. Imagination alone is not enough in this world." I asked Linda loudly.
Linda nodded and said: "That's right, with imagination and no knowledge, Apple cannot become an iPhone. Then listen carefully, your academic performance will directly affect the quality of today's dinner."
Wow, it’s about dinner, so I have to listen carefully. I’m fine, I’m just afraid that it will implicate Di Xiaobo, and then he will complain about it.