Chen Yan'er grew up with her father. Unlike the Chinese in the impression of Europeans and Americans, they have a flat face, a flat nose and small eyes, but the facial features are well-defined, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, and the eyes are big and the eyelashes are long, no matter in the aesthetic view of any race, it is a small beauty embryo.

The Pacino family has an adopted son who is Chinese, and this little girl is also Asian, presumably there is some connection, since it is not a mafia activity, the FBI is too lazy to care, and randomly took a few photos and drove back.

Yan'er was taken to the Pacino family's villa by the sea, and the old man greeted her at the door with the whole family, saying in broken Chinese: "Welcome." "There won't be a second sentence in addition, but fortunately, Yan'er has received a formal girls' school education, and there is a regular English tutor at home, so she has already practiced authentic English, and it is not difficult to communicate.

After waiting for half an hour, there was a roar of cars at the door, Xiaobei came back, he flew back to New York from Miami, and drove a 12-cylinder Mercedes convertible from Newark Airport at a gallop.

This is the private territory of the Pacino family, and they have their own bodyguards to negotiate with the police, Xiao Beitou didn't go back, went straight into the house, and laughed when he saw his sister: "Yan'er, you're here." ”

Living in the United States for more than two years, Xiaobei's temperament has changed a lot, sixteen to eighteen years old is the stage of character development, the American's atmosphere and the ruthless persistence of the Percino family, have penetrated into his bones, these two years of study is completely delayed, but fights and shoots to drive cars and planes, as well as the Italians are good at Lang Manpao**, all of them are academic successes.

After a simple greeting, Yan'er took out a letter and handed it to her brother, Xiaobei opened it and read it, and his face changed greatly.

"Something happened." The old man looked at the words and knew that things were not good.

"My father...... Killed in battle. Xiaobei's shoulders began to shake, Yan'er also burst into tears, the brother and sister hugged their heads and cried, the sad atmosphere was enveloped in the Pacino family, everyone took turns to hug and comfort the brother and sister, and received the news of the death of their relatives in a foreign land thousands of miles away, what could be more sad than this.

Xiaobei suddenly stopped his sorrow, went upstairs alone, and came down with his luggage in less than two minutes.

"Son, where are you going?" The old man asked in surprise.

"Go back to China to fight and avenge your father." Little North Road.

"You'd better calm down first, you're gone, what about my sister, do you want to leave her alone in New York." The old man persuaded Xiaobei in one sentence, looking at the crying tearful sister, Xiaobei couldn't help sighing, her relatives are not here, and Yan'er's only reliance is herself.

The old man Pacino decided to hold a memorial service for Chen Zikun in the United States, and he spent a huge amount of money to publish an obituary in the New York Times, devoting half a page to the memory of the general who died young, and many of them were about the heroic deeds of rescuing European and American hostages in his calf.

The memorial service was held a week later, and more than half of the American hostages rescued from the calf had rushed to New York to attend the ceremony, which was set up in a Catholic church, and the attendees were all dressed in black mourning clothes.

The FBI's car was parked on the street a few hundred yards away as usual, and all the guests were photographed with a camera, and the license plates were recorded, but this time they were surprised again, the guests who came were all people who couldn't hit the eight poles, both east and west, and they looked dressed and looked like they were not friends of the mafia, but like the Ivy League schools holding parent-teacher conferences.

"Look, that's Senator Stanley's daughter." The agent in the car put down the binoculars and exclaimed, "Who is the old man with her, it doesn't look like the senator himself." ”

Another agent, who was eating a hot dog, said, "It looks like the senator's brother, Sean. Colonel Stanley, a Medal of Honor, is a respectable old fellow. ”

Catherine brought her uncle and daughter to the memorial service, everyone spoke to express their condolences, the pair of children left by General Chen inspired their infinite sympathy, Xiaobei is almost eighteen years old, his parents' excellent genetics plus American steak milk, let him grow into a six-foot tall man, and there is a trend of continuing to grow taller, Yan'er is fourteen years old, slender and beautiful, Chu Chu is pitiful, a pair of golden boys and girls, everyone wants to adopt them.

"Oh, poor little girl, I heard that she has just come from China, she must be hungry." Mrs. Jin wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said that she and her husband, Major Alan King, had become millionaires by working for Chan Tzu-kun's Chuntian & Co., and at this moment she made a decision to adopt Yan'er.

But she is not the only one who has this idea, old Sean saw poor Yan'er, his heart was also a pain, and then looked at the style of the Pacino family, he had a plan in his heart, he found the old man Pacino and said, "Sir, can I talk to you alone." ”

"Of course." The old man and Sean came to the open space behind the church, and it was warm and cold in New York at the beginning of March, with a few birds jumping on the branches, and the road in the distance was full of cars and traffic.

"I think it's better to get straight to the point, Mr. Pacino, so let's put it this way, I think it would be more appropriate for Chen's daughter to be adopted by the Stanley family." Old Sean is really direct, a little bit of a question.

Old man Pacino looks like a generous Italian olive oil importer, but at heart he is an out-and-out mafia, and the request made by old Sean made him very unhappy, and said lightly: "Don't you think Italians can't educate ladies?" ”

"Of course you can, but with all due respect, the Pacino family is really not suitable for this girl's upbringing, you know, my niece Catherine has a daughter, the same age as Yan'er, let the two children grow up together, let her receive the best education, this is the right thing we should do for the dead Chen." Shaun Sr. said.

"I'm sorry, I think it's an insult to the Pacino family, unaccompanied." The old man left angrily, and his son Mario was now forty years old, and when he saw his father's unkind face, he hurriedly came over and asked, "Did that old guy offend you?" Let me teach him a lesson. ”

"Forget it, Mario, he's Senator Stanley's older brother."

At the end of the memorial service, Mrs. Jin also made a tactful request to the old man to let Yan'er go to her house to "spend some time", this time the old man did not get angry, but politely excused herself.

Afterwards, the old man gave Mario a task to investigate Mrs. King's background, which couldn't be easier for Mario, and it took less than a day to investigate clearly, Major Jin had served in China, was Irish, and had a good family background.

"It still looks almost funny." The old man shook his head.

"Father, what are you thinking?" Mario asked.

"What do you know about the Stanley family?" The old man wanted to test his son.

Mario opened his mouth and came: "The Stanley family is originally from England, their ancestors were a baron in Devon, and later immigrated to the eastern United States, and still maintain the traditions of English life, only attending Ivy League schools, living in stereotypes, politicians and military officers, oh, and journalists." ”

"Very well, Mario, what do you think of them, I mean for a little girl's upbringing."

Mario pondered for a moment and said, "I have to admit that the Stanley family can cultivate nobles, and the Pacino family can only cultivate the best mafia. Then he burst out laughing: "Father, isn't this the most normal way of life for Italians in New York?" ”

The old man shrugged: "Of course, there is nothing wrong with this, but for Yan'er, maybe the Stanley family is more suitable for her, and I think Chen would agree with this if he was alive." ”

The smile on Mario's face retracted: "Father, you just decide." ”

So, Yan'er was sent to Stanley's house, and the old man Pacino said to Sean: "Colonel Stanley, my little granddaughter will be handed over to you, if something goes wrong, I will tear you apart regardless of what kind of senator your brother is, and what medals you have received." ”

Sean said: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, Yan'er will live with Elizabeth at Catherine's house, and I'm going to China." ”

"What are you going to do?"

"To be a military doctor, to do my old job, I feel it, they need me."

The old man stepped forward and gave a hug: "Colonel, please accept the blessing of an Italian." ”

Yan'er stayed at Catherine's house, Elizabeth was the same age as her, a lively and lovely girl, the two happened to be companions, Catherine's plan was to ask a tutor to tutor Yan'er first, and then send her to a noble girls' school to be a classmate with Elizabeth when she got used to the American way of life, and of course she would go back to Pacino's house every weekend.

Old Sean packed up and prepared to go to China, and Xiaobei finally persuaded the old man Pacino to buy a ticket back to China, and at this time, a telegram from Hong Kong arrived at Pacino's house.

The telegram was concise and to the point, first informing Chen Zikun of the good news that he was still alive, then explaining that the two children must stay in the United States and not return to China to cause trouble, and finally asking the Pacino family to come forward to sell the Chen family's fifteen-bedroom house in Manhattan and buy a batch of supplies to ship to Hong Kong.

The good news came very timely, Xiaobei immediately called Yan'er, the whole family got together to drink and celebrate, the family carnival in the yard, the old man called Mario upstairs and showed him the second half of the telegram.

"Oh God, is he going to start a war?" Mario exclaimed as he looked at the list.

The list reads: 20 Harley-Davidson motorcycles and spare parts; 200 Colt pistols, 50 Thompson machine guns, 100,000 rounds of 45 ACP caliber bullets; Explosives, detonators, gas masks, surgical instruments, and disinfectants.

"That's right, he's going to start a war." The old man said, then grabbed the thing next to him and smashed it over, "Mario, don't you read the newspaper, China and Japan are at war, they lack everything, shouldn't we do something?" ”