New York City is lit up.

You can love it or hate it, but you can't forget it.

In the morning, the father and son set off from the snow-capped mountain ranch, which was the longest trip of the old Ferrari in seven years, and it was also the first time Han Xuan left Montana

He was so excited to travel that he was finally back in the city.

Arrive at Billings Airport in the afternoon and after a two-hour flight, arrive at LaGuardia Airport when the street lights are just on. The endless stream of people hurrying by, the roar of airplanes, and the variety of neon signs, the retro atmosphere is particularly strong compared to later generations.

Mr. Han didn't know if he was stimulated, or because of the need for the industry to grow, so he drove a hard-collected Aston Martin DB5 to pick up his grandson today.

The car driven by James Bond in "007: Goldfinger," released in 1964, is known all over the world, and people walk out of LaGuardia Airport and look at it with amazement or admiration.

Han Xuan was no exception, he was led forward by Han Qianshan, and was wondering why his grandfather didn't come to pick him up, when he saw an old man in a suit waving to him, seeing Han Xuan looking over, he also reached out and patted the car next to him.

Old Man Han has not forgotten that a few years ago, his grandson insisted on his grandfather asking for a Ferrari, which made him tired of it for a long time.

Seeing Han Xuan's expression, the old man was very satisfied, proudly stepped forward to pick up his grandson, and kissed him suddenly, Han Xuan was helpless, raised his sleeve to wipe the saliva on his face, and waited for his father to put away his luggage.

The space in the Aston Martin DB5 is not spacious, and the old man has Han Qianshan, a cheap driver, so he naturally will not drive in person, and how comfortable it is to sit in the co-pilot and hold his grandson.

All the way west from LaGuardia Airport, along Route 278, across the Easte River, past First Avenue and Central Park, there are many cars on the road, usually 20 minutes away, because of the traffic jam for more than an hour.

The old man introduced the various buildings and history along the road to his grandson, although most of them live in California on weekdays, but the classic old people in New York still know it.

The six-story mansion is located on Manhattan's Upper West Side, with Broadway to the west and Central Park to the east.

On both sides of the road are planted wide plane trees, which have just sprouted and look a little depressed, but there is a different scene around them, with colorful high-rise buildings, all kinds of fashionable girls and successful people walking on the roadside, and poverty has never been related to this place.

Because it is the center of the United States, New York, the center of New York, the Upper West Side of Manhattan.

Han Xuan has been here for the first time in his life, although the old people often talk to him on the phone and often go to see him, but until today, he didn't know that his family originally had a house here.

Grandma was already waiting at the door, "Oh, big grandson, he's growing taller again, come and let grandma take a look." ”

As soon as Han Xuan came out of the garage, he heard the old man's voice, trotted forward to hug her, and said sweetly: "Grandma, you have become younger too." ”

"Haha, I see what you like, what about your mother?"

"She is airsick, there is someone at home who needs to take care of her, and next time I come over, my mother asked me to say hello to my grandparents. ”

"It's all right, let's go, go into the house and talk, grandma made you something delicious!"

Holding his grandson into the door and closing the door casually, Han Xuan walked more than ten steps before he thought: "Alas, where is my dad!?"

Grandma: ""

Outside the door, the father and son were messy in the night breeze.

The area of the house is more than 300 square meters, the decoration looks some years, there are several large oil paintings hanging on the wall, and there are landscapes and figures.

The pastel vase of the Qing Dynasty in China, one side is placed on the shelf in the living room, and there are many antiques, it seems that the old man Han is a person who likes to collect, and the ink painting of the horse is very godly, and it is actually Xu Beihong's horse picture.

Now the collection of Chinese antiques has not yet risen, and the price is not high, and the old people have bought a lot of things one after another, trying to commemorate their hometown.

"Wait, the pattern on the jar is so familiar, so similar to the thing that was placed in the Shanghai Museum in later generations. ”

"Alas, isn't this the big pot of Yuan Qinghua Guiguzi going down the mountain?" Han Xuan exclaimed, looking at the dazzling shelves and a little speechless, he actually used it as a vase.

Old Man Han stumbled when he heard this, turned his head and smiled: "This is a Yuan Qinghua character can, I bought it in the thrift market for 2,000 US dollars in the Netherlands..."

Most Americans don't know much about blue and white, and the amateur old man naturally knows it, and he usually doesn't think much about it, and when he hears his grandson's words, he hugs it and looks at it carefully, it really can't be fake, and the more he looks at it, the more he looks at it, he is immediately happy: "Hey! It's really like, how do you kid know?"

"It's written in the book, but I forgot which one. Han Xuan said confusedly.

"Let's go to dinner first, and bring it to people in a few days. The old man said, even if it is true in this era, the price will not be too high, and he collects pictures for fun, so he doesn't care much.

Han Xuan knew that the sky-high price of more than 10 million pounds would be auctioned in the future, so he took a closer look and walked to the living room, secretly sighing at the old man's luck, he was the third generation of the Han family, and the only single seedling had to fall into his hands......

The old couple living in such a big house seems deserted, but fortunately they are rarely here, and California has many old friends, but it does not seem lonely.

On weekdays, there are two servants here to help take care of it, Han Xuan is worried about the safety of the baby, and he is relieved to learn that they have been working here for more than 30 years and their net worth is very innocent.

drove the troublesome son away, and the two old men personally cooked authentic hometown dishes to entertain their grandson, and the son was just touched by the way.

Han Qianshan was a little jealous of his son, stretched out his hand and twisted Han Xuan's ear and scolded with a smile: "Now I brought it, you little thing." ”

"I'm my own. Han Baobao lay down and complained.

"Nonsense, how can I be so smart if it's not my seed?"

"Where do you get your confidence? ”

“…… See if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you. ”

Father and son sat on the couch and chatted, and the meal was quickly ready.

The old man was very happy by his grandson, and at the end of the year, the old man said the purpose of calling his grandson: "It's nothing, I just miss my grandson and am too lazy to run, let you bring him to show me." ”

"How far am I running, just look?" Han Qianshan stared at his old man.

“… Okay, if you really want to say anything, there will be a charity auction in two days, you can take your grandchildren there, and you won't be bored in the ranch all day, what if you grow up like you, don't hold back your illness. ”

Old Man Han seemed to be explaining, but he didn't know that his son was hurting deeply, but he probably didn't care if he knew it, just get used to it

The parents chatted briefly, time passed quickly, and there was nothing to say all night.

The first rays of the morning sun rise from the east side of the street and shine through the high-rise buildings into the second-floor windows.

At some point, the sleepy city began to be noisy again.

Han Xuan recognized the bed a little, he didn't sleep well last night, even though the big bed was very soft.

Got up at seven o'clock, Han's father was gone, the toiletries were prepared, and he went downstairs slowly, the three of them were sitting around the table eating breakfast, and the fritters on the plate surprised the baby, I don't know why there was this thing, he hadn't eaten it for several years.

Old man Han smiled: "Grandson, you haven't seen it, this is called fritters, we Chinese have it since the Song Dynasty! I ran two streets in the morning, specially bought it for you to taste, soy milk is still hot, come and eat." ”

Fortunately, his brain turned quickly, and Xiao Han Xuangang wanted to nod and say that he had eaten, but then he remembered that it was no longer his previous life, so he reacted and pretended to be curious, and ate a fried dough stick.

"It's still the original recipe, it's still a familiar taste," Han Xuan said silently.

The old man went out after eating, the company is busy, the chain of medium and large convenience stores, in recent years, has opened to more than 200, are directly operated, the name is The-convenience-store-on-Sunday, which is the meaning of Sunday convenience store, the signboard is unified is sos English letters, and the head office is in Los Angeles.

It is similar to the Wal-Mart model, but it is not listed, and when the great-grandfather died, the shares were divided equally among his son and daughter-in-law, that is, Han Xuan's grandparents, who only had 7 stores at the beginning, and after decades of development, with excellent service and quality to achieve today's huge scale, and the old man's hard work is inseparable.

originally planned to take Han Xuan to the branch to have a look, but unfortunately there was something temporary, so he could only ask his wife and son to take him out to play.

I rented a car from a rental company, and the whole family played on the street.

The World Trade Tower, which has just been used for a few years, is not far away, Han Xuanfei wants to take a photo with the building on the other side of the river, and poses as an airplane.

At noon, I ate and bought things on First Avenue, and went straight to Liberty Island in the afternoon, resting when I was tired, and my grandmother was full of energy, happily watching her children and grandchildren play.

In the evening, Brooklyn is bustling with artists presenting their works or performing in person.

Han Baobao touched his stomach, he had eaten too much pizza just now, his father was holding his hand and looking around, the new house that had not been dug was missing some decorations, and grandma didn't come over, she was waiting for them in the café at home.

The violin was playing happily, when there was a faint sound of a cat meowing in the alley, Han Xuan turned his head to look for it, he clearly felt its weak vitality, and pulled his father inside.

Han Qianshan was confused, it was not safe here at night.

I didn't go far, I saw a seven or eight-year-old girl squatting in front of the kitten in the dim light, she heard the footsteps behind her, turned her head to look, and her big eyes were full of tears.

"Dad, her eyes are purple?" Han Xuan was surprised, and Han's father was also stunned.

With the sound of a cat meowing, the girl's choked voice came: "Brother, can you save it, it's going to die......"