Fang Yan forged maturity and composure far beyond his years in prison. He developed a habit of silence and easily refrained from expressing his emotions. But after a few months with Yuan **, he was gradually melted by this girl. Yuan Yuan has a vibrant, slightly stupid style of painting, comfortable and down-to-earth.

Yuan Yuan was wearing a T-shirt from the Nameless Tavern, a pair of loose black and white small plaid cropped pants, and red canvas shoes, which were both simple and good-looking. She urged Fang Yan to sing.

"I want to hear it. ”

"Don't sing, resolutely don't sing. Fang Yan said. He didn't want to attract crowds of people who didn't know the truth on the streets of Tokyo.

Yuan Yuan found that it was useless to splash and roll, she stepped forward and took two steps forward, and said in English to the boy who was singing: "I'm sorry." ”

"Huh?" said the boy was startled. He seems a little shy in front of a pretty girl.

"Can I ......"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Yan took Yuan Yuan's hand and dragged him towards the subway entrance. Yuan Yuan began to struggle, her body fell downward, and Fang Yan hurriedly called Feng Lu to help: "Sister nurse...... No, sister assistant!"

The two of them set up Yuan Yuan one by one and entered the subway station.

It is the evening rush hour of the subway after 9 o'clock in the evening. Countless office workers dressed in suits and carrying briefcases, grabbed the handrails of the carriages, and swayed with the subway. The office workers were silent, their faces full of exhaustion.

Life day in and day out.

"I'm so full of food, my stomach is bulging, and I'm so satisfied. Yuan Yuan and Feng Lu muttered.

"Me too. ”

"Sister Nurse...... Hahaha!" Yuan Yuan laughed at Feng Lu.

Feng Lu's face turned red again.

The two of them chatted endlessly. Before the trip, Fang Yan was worried that he would snub Feng Lu, but now he realized that he was the one who was left out. He looked down at the lively news in the WeChat groups of "Eating and Waiting for Death" and "Class 8 of High School".

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

A middle-aged man turned his head, looked at Yuan Yuan with a dissatisfied face, and said in a rough voice, speaking in very rusty Chinese: "You guys, don't make noise!"

Yuan Yuan turned her head and looked at him with a confused expression.

This middle-aged man is a little blessed, wearing black thin-rimmed glasses, a black suit, and a red and white striped tie, like a standard office worker. His expression was very impatient, and he said, "Huaxia people ......"

He said that Chinese was really difficult, and stopped halfway through speaking, and then burst out a series of Japanese, dragging out the sound, and seemed very angry.

"I'm sorry. Fang Yan apologized to him in English.

The middle-aged man turned his head again, glanced at Fang Yan angrily, and began to speak stumbling in English: "You, Huaxia people, are always noisy. In this book, we do not allow you to make noise. It's not Huaxia here, can you?"

"Okay. ”

"You have to remember! We say, uh, don't talk loudly in the subway!" The middle-aged man's tone became more and more stern, with a posture of teaching people.

Fang Yan's smile vanished.

This middle-aged man was very arrogant, with a condescending sense of superiority, and his eyes showed undisguised contempt.

Fang Yan looked at him.

"Do you want to fight?" The middle-aged man couldn't bear Fang Yan's fierce gaze, lowered his head in disdain, turned around, and muttered a bunch of Japanese in a low voice, as if complaining.

Fang Yan looked around the carriage, and the other passengers were indifferent and didn't care about themselves. This seemingly perfect Dongying island country has been discounted in his heart.

Yuan Yuan asked strangely, "Did I speak loudly just now?"

"Not big. ”

"I've been to a lot of places, I've been on the subway, and no one has ever said I'm talking loudly. ”

Fang Yan touched Yuan Yuan's smooth and soft hair and said, "Don't pay attention to him." ”

The subway sat in a rather disappointing manner, and the three of them stopped chatting and looked down at their mobile phones. Fang Yan thinks that by 2017, there is still a lot of prejudice against Chinese people abroad.

At the next stop, six fashionably dressed young white men entered the carriage, all men. They quickly stood in a circle, not far from Fang Yan. It seems that he is also a tourist. They spoke in English, and soon, Fang Yan was sure that they were all Americans.

"Hahahaha......"

The atmosphere was lively. The American lads were talking so loudly that they could be heard in half the carriage. They occasionally erupted into a burst of laughter, which was very noisy. It was much higher than Yuan Yuan and Feng Lu's voice.

The middle-aged man stood aside, very well-behaved, and did not say a word.

Fang Yan thought that the middle-aged man jumped out to accuse Yuan Yuan just now, just because he found out that she was a Chinese and a weak girl. For the Americans, he honestly shut up.

It is complicated to say that it is a highly developed and modern country, but at the same time it retains the feudal tradition of respect and inferiority. Hierarchies have run through the blood of ordinary people, for example, Westerners, especially Americans, are superior. At the same time, they look down on other countries in Asia.

It is said that Ben worships the strong. After being bombed by two nuclear bombs and Tokyo in ruins, he quickly embraced his former enemy, the United States, and people longed for the American way of life and culture. For example, in Haruki Murakami's novels, the background is always all kinds of rock and jazz.

A few young American lads were still chatting as if no one was around, and it was very noisy. Compared to the stiff office workers in the carriage, they stand out from the crowd. In this country, they live at ease.

Boom, the subway shook, and a tall blonde boy in a Nike short sleeve didn't stand still, fell backwards, and just hit the middle-aged man.

"Sorry, Sorry!" The middle-aged man was squeezed, but he hurriedly nodded and apologized, and his face actually showed a flattering and flattering smile, like a shy little girl.

“……”

Fang Yan saw it in his eyes, very speechless. It's a bit of a minion.

The middle-aged man turned his head and found that Fang Yan was looking at him, with some amusement in his eyes. A hint of shame passed over his face, and then he straightened up again, facing out the window, looking at ease.

"Eh, I don't mean it's like him, right?" Fang Yan said to Yuan Yuan.

"It shouldn't be ......"

Feng Lu was disappointed, shook his head and said, "Of course not, I hope not." ”

Strange to say, it didn't take long for the Americans to suddenly lower their voices chatting, and they began to whisper, and several people's heads were close together, turning their heads to glance at Fang Yan from time to time.

It's like a conspiracy.

Sensing the gaze of others, Fang Yan also glanced at them.

A brown-haired boy squeezed over and asked in a tentative whisper, "Wizard?"

“……”

"Wizard, are you a wizard?" he asked in English.

I didn't expect to be recognized by foreigners in a foreign country. Fang Yan nodded and said yes.

"I'll it!" the brown-haired boy grinned, took a deep breath, and yelled excitedly. "You really are!"

"Hmmm......"

"I remember, you should be from Huaxia. Why is it in this book? You're here for a trip?"

"Yes. ”

Several American lads quickly squeezed over, stood in a semicircle, and looked at Fang Yan excitedly. They were talking babblingly, and the subway suddenly became a mess.

“Desperado!”

"Edi God, I also plan to go to the pedestrian street in Jiangdong this month, and I want to see your performance, I didn't expect you to appear here. You're not the same as in the video, your hair has grown, I just thought, how can there be someone who looks so similar!"

"Do you have any plans to go to the United States? We're all in Boston!"

"It's unbelievable!"

"Our whole family is your fan. My cousin said that you are singing the voice of our fathers, a voice that transcends the times......"

Fang Yan has only one foreign friend, Jason, the drummer in He Yu's band, a British brother. Jason looked sullen, but in fact he was a chatterbox. I can't imagine that these people are also talkative. It seems that Americans also like to praise others in person, and they don't feel embarrassed to do so.

The blonde boy asked, "Can you add that you have to die?"

"I didn't sign up for that. Fang Yan said, more embarrassed.

"Oh! I remembered. ”

Fang Yan took a group photo with them one by one, and soon, the subway car became chaotic and lively. These young people have a very flamboyant personality and are always shouting.

"Get out of the way and take a ...... for the two of us"

"Good. ”

After the blonde brother finished speaking, he knelt down straight and played a five-body throw. It's crazy. Fang Yan and Yuan Yuan were so frightened that they hurriedly picked him up.

"I'm just paying respect!" he finished kneeling and smirked.

Another chubby boy with curly hair asked Fang Yan where he lived. He wanted to invite Fang Yan to play with him, and said with a wicked smile: "The nightlife in Tokyo is very beautiful, there are all kinds of cute girls, and the dead reservoir is ......."

“……”

Fang Yan hurriedly said something else: "I really want to go to the United States to play and learn your music." I'll go when I have time. ”

"Great!"

After taking a group photo and leaving each other's phone numbers, these young Americans said goodbye contentedly and waved outside the subway car. Yuan Yuan looked unhappy, and his bright eyes glared at Fang Yan: "What is the dead reservoir water?"

Feng Lu blushed and explained: "It's a kind of clothes......

Yuan Yuan was speechless and said, "I know what dead reservoir water is!"

"Your boyfriend is also famous abroad. There are more than 600 million hits on YouTube. The news says that Google has also paid a large royalty. Feng Lu changed the subject softly.

"He is not known in the book, and no one knows him. ”

Fang Yan felt that the passengers around him were looking at him, and cast all kinds of surprised glances. He turned his head and found that the middle-aged man just now was also looking at him, his face flushed, and he had a puzzled expression.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, and the middle-aged man turned his head instantly, as if he felt very embarrassed. Soon, he turned around.

Fang Yan looked at the place names mixed with various Chinese characters and kana on the LCD screen, and asked Feng Lu how many stops there were.

"Ahh We've sat down. Should have gotten off with them. I forgot ......," Feng Lu said.