As a pop singer, Xu Guo participated in the audition of a singer competition, and he was a judge. On the judges' stand, Xu Guo saw a young man coming up with a pot.

The lad, put the pot on the stage. The pot contains a small amount of water, and there are a lot of tableware in the pot, such as bowls, plates, chopsticks, spoons, steel wool balls, etc.

He placed the bowls on the stage one after the other, and in each bowl, poured different water, and placed other objects on the stage, and finally, the pot was placed in front of him.

He began to take chopsticks and spoons and beat them rhythmically. The music is knocked out and transmitted to the audience's ears through the microphone, and the audience is immediately stunned. He was able to play so skillfully, and everyone present was amazed.

Xu Guo had never been a judge before, and he found it to be a real fun job. Sitting in the judges' chairs, you can meet all kinds of people, who are either funny or have a true love for music, different people, different styles of show on stage.

Sitting on the chair, Xu Guo was sometimes shocked, sometimes moved, sometimes happy, sometimes hilarious, it seemed that he had a bad heart and couldn't be a judge.

Ashige bought her ticket, pulled her suitcase, and walked to the boarding gate. This is a flight to the United States, and Ann wants to study in the United States. Ann's grades in the graduate school entrance examination were not bad, and she was successfully admitted to a well-known university in the United States. With joy, An Zhong got on the plane.

Xu Guo was speechless for a long time in front of the person who was tapping on the tableware on the stage, he was too talented, wasn't he? Xu Guo asked him about his experience.

This person who taps on the cutlery has been interested in music since he was a child. However, his family is poor, and as a child of a poor family, his parents cannot afford to buy him a musical instrument, and he, as a child, cannot afford to buy a musical instrument. He tried to find a way, took his own utensils, and knocked around, he was undoubtedly a gifted child, and he actually had fun in the beating. Over time, he was able to play beautiful music on the tableware, which amazed him inside.

This young man, currently renting a house in Lost City, lives in the basement. There were rats in the basement, and he bought rat traps. Interestingly, the rats were able to eat the contents of the clamp without the clip moving at all. The rat can skillfully use the mouse trap, which is really a capable mouse. So, in his heart, he respectfully called his family's rat Mr. Mouse.

On stage, the lad tells the story of Mr. Mouse, Mr. Mouse, who has accompanied him for countless days and nights. In the company of Mr. Mouse, his music level is improving day by day.

At noon, Xu Guo and others finished the audition in the morning, and he wanted to accompany a few female judges to dinner. At this time, he looked at the time and knew that An Zhong was already on the plane to the United States.

On the plane, An Zhong has an infinite yearning for the United States in his heart. Anyone who has never been to a foreign country has a certain longing for a foreign country, even if it is a desert, because they have never been there, they will imagine that there are waterfalls everywhere.

When An Zhong arrived in the United States, it was already night, and there was wind around him, and the wind was slightly cooler. Anzhong needed to report to school in two days, and she walked the streets of the United States with excitement.

Anzhong found a hotel, which was cheaper, and Anzhong stayed at the hotel. Lying on the bed, her mind was somewhat settled. The books she brought, she didn't have the heart to read at this time. I just want to lie quietly, not sleeping, just lying flat and looking at the roof.

The streets were so clean and bright in the early morning, and the cool breeze was like water, and when I walked past a newsstand, Anzhong stopped, turned around and saw a magazine at the newsstand. This magazine is "Music", on the cover of the magazine, Xu Guo's handsome appearance makes An Xin's heart cold, very comfortable and cold.

There are more magazines here, An Zhong can't even understand it, her English level is okay, but if you want to read the magazines here, you still can't. Therefore, Yasuge made up his mind to learn a foreign language in a foreign country.

The pedestrians on the street are so cute. An Zhong wasn't sure what friends she would make, and she wasn't sure if she would be able to. She has always been curious about the unfamiliar environment, but she also understands that after all, it is an unfamiliar place, and there will definitely be a lot of hardship waiting for her.

There are still two days to go to school, and An Zhong wants to take advantage of these two days to familiarize himself with the environment.

An Zhong bought an American magazine at the newsstand, and the magazine felt so unique in his hand. The English in this magazine looks very beautiful. If An Zhong can read all the articles above, he will have a good English reading ability.

There were three blondes, coming from across from Yasushige, all of them with long hair, however they had different hairstyles.

An Zhong asked them for directions, asked how to get to the bookstore, and An Zhong went to the bookstore.

Not far from the newsstand, there is a small bookstore, which is already full of books before you even enter the bookstore. An Zhong went in and looked carefully at what books were here, although she didn't know many books, she still walked down seriously and read them carefully.

When she came out of the bookstore, Anzhong didn't buy a single book, the magazine she bought was enough for her to read.

On the street, there is a vacant lot, where a few young people, dressed in attractive clothes, sing there, those musical instruments, An Zhong has seen in Xu Guo's house.

Today is not a music festival, they love music, just like Anzhong's friend Xu Guo. These young people, with their enthusiasm for life, are playing their own music and singing their own songs on this street.

Passers-by are the most fond of joining in the fun, and when they see someone banging and beating, playing and singing here, they all come to watch. There are many passers-by who know music, and when they hear the joy, they applaud.

There was an uncle with yellow hair and black sunglasses. When listening to the singing, I raised my head slightly, and the eyes behind the sunglasses were slightly squinted, looking very intoxicated.

At home and abroad are two different feelings. Many of Anzhong's domestic friends are very busy every day, living that kind of anxious life, busy from morning to night, and the funny thing is that they are busy all day, and they don't know what they are busy with. In addition, many people are very wolf-like, and a group of people struggle and race together, which will inevitably lead to competition, and everyone looks very bloody.

In foreign countries, An Zhong suddenly felt relaxed, and this subtle change in his heart was first captured by An Chong, walking on the street, An Zhong actually felt relieved.

With a magazine in hand, An Zhong walked past the corner where he was singing, and counting from where An Zhong was, in the third building on the right, a person flew down from the building, his wings were red. An Zhong came closer to see that there was a director making a movie, and the man with a pair of red wings who flew down from the upper floor just now was the protagonist of the movie.

If you're not in Lost City, you don't have to drink a lot with your friends, you're not at home, you don't have to lie in bed every day, and you don't know what to do. Being alone in the United States, I know the importance of time, and I can see my own shortcomings more clearly.

In the suburbs, a shop selling motorcycles rents motorcycles. Renting a motorbike is not expensive, Ann rented a motorcycle.

Riding a motorcycle, Anzhong came to a vineyard. There are many vineyards here, and the owners of each vineyard are hospitable. And each vineyard has a corresponding winery, the winery produces wine, the annual output is not high, and a bottle of wine is very expensive. The yield is too high, it seems that the quality is not guaranteed, and even if the quality is guaranteed, it is not produced so much, otherwise there will be a surplus of wine. Every year, just the right amount of wine is produced.

In the vineyard, Anzhong helped his master cut the grapes, worked for the master, and after an afternoon of work, Anzhong earned a hundred dollars. With this hundred dollars, An Zhong is happy in her heart, this is her hard-earned money.

Ride a motorcycle through the idyllic scenery and feel the beauty of the idyll. When the sun set and stained the grass and wildflowers, Anzhong rode back on his motorcycle and returned it to the motorcycle shop. An Zhong rode his motorcycle for a day, and the owner of the motorcycle was only willing to charge An Zhong one dollar.

Back at the hotel, it was getting late. An Zhong drank beer alone, drank some wine, and ate simply. At eight o'clock in the evening, An Zhong went to sleep.

Early the next morning, Anzhong took his luggage to school. After reporting to the school, I went to the dormitory. Their dorms are clean and welcoming. There is an indescribable atmosphere in the corridor, and when you walk in it, you will have a strong campus feeling, feeling that this is the campus, feeling that the campus is outside the window, and feeling that this dormitory is the dormitory on the campus. And it seems that some schools, walking in the school, do not have these breaths, some are thick and tacky, walking on the campus, not like walking on the campus.

An Zhong sat on the bed, and several people in the dormitory, a few were blonde girls, and one was a black girl. They were all dressed in clean clothes, except for Anzhong, whose clothes were dirty. During this time, she had not done the laundry, and wanted to wait until the school to wash it. Now, she's at school, and she's going to do the laundry. There was a laundry room in the school, and Anzhong took off his clothes, took a shower in the dormitory building, and changed into new clothes. The old clothes were packed up by her and taken to the laundry room.

Back in the dormitory, a few girls were chatting. Anzhong's English is not very good, although she can roughly understand what they say and chat, she doesn't want to participate too much. An Zhong just wants to listen.

There was a girl who had just finished taking a shower and her hair was still damp. She sat in a chair and read a magazine in her hand. It was an American literary magazine, and she read it intently. Next to her, on the table, there was a cup of hot drink, the faint smell of the hot drink, and Ann Zhong could smell it. This girl, An Zhong knows, her home is in Hawaii, and she has just entered school, and she is full of sunshine and expectations for her future campus life.

The girl read the magazine for a while, then put it down. During the hot drink, I chatted with An Zhong about literature, and the girl knew a lot about the literature of her own country, and she also knew a little about the writers of other countries. And Anzhong, on the other hand, doesn't know much about American literature.