Pan Am's Boeing long-range airliner flew in the night sky, and the journey was so lonely that it was lucky to have someone to talk to.

With the same background, it is natural to speculate when chatting, it turns out that Tan He was born in overseas Chinese, came to Beijing to study alone, and invested under Ma Sicong, and stayed in school to teach after graduating from the Central Conservatory of Music, fortunately, in 1965, before the Cultural Revolution broke out, with the special approval of Premier Zhou, Tan He returned to Hong Kong to worship his ancestors, and he did not go back.

Later, at the beginning of six or seven years, Ma Sicong's family fled to Hong Kong, and the smuggling fee was 50,000 Hong Kong dollars per person, which was paid by Tan He's family.

The Tan family is a famous family in Nanyang, received elite education since childhood, and has a good conversation, Chen Jiao is also from a general's family, his mother and uncle are both university professors, and they have been exposed to it since childhood, and they have excellent temperament, although the two are ashamed to speak, they both feel that the other party is the person they have been waiting for.

After a long journey, the plane finally arrived at Los Angeles International Airport, Tan He's family had immigrated to the United States, and it happened that he was also going to transfer to New York.

Very smoothly transferred to the American Airlines passenger plane and flew to New York, the largest metropolis in the east, on the plane Chen Jiao told Tan He that he was going to New York to find relatives, and Tan He volunteered and was willing to help.

A few hours later, when the plane landed at New York's Newark Airport, Tan He called a yellow taxi, loaded his luggage into the car, and gentlemanly opened the door to invite Chen Jiao to come in, and let the driver drive to Manhattan.

Chen Jiao has three addresses, one is the home of Mrs. Katherine Stanley, one is the address of the Pacino family, and the other is the address of her own family, and the Chen family bought an entire building in the downtown area of Manhattan during the economic crisis, and later handed it over to Mrs. Chand, after 30 years, I don't know if the building is still there.

With Tan He leading the way, it was really much more convenient, I went to Catherine's house first, and sure enough, the building was already empty, and the residents were changed, and then I went to the villa of the Pacino family, and I couldn't even find the house number, and the taxi went around and found nothing, so I had to go to the final destination.

Manhattan, Fifth Avenue, the copper house number shows that this building is the Chen family's property, it seems that this is a high-end apartment, downstairs there is a porter, there are waiters in elegant uniforms.

Tan He stepped forward to inquire, the white waiter looked at the two Asians arrogantly, and ignored them, and when Chen Jiao said in a strange accent that this building was his own property, the waiter couldn't help but sneer: "Miss, this is a high-end apartment where New York's high society people live, maybe you should go to Chinatown to have a look, your laundry room and other properties should be there." ”

Chen Jiao's spoken language is not good, but she can also hear the sarcasm of the waiter, she suffocated her face and flushed, but she couldn't do anything, so she had to retreat, it was raining outside, New York in January, it was extremely cold, the rain was mixed with ice particles, and it made a fine sound on the roof of the car, the people on the sidewalk wrapped their coats tightly, raised their collars and hurried by, the cars lined up in a long line, the sound of horns was endless, and there were beggars standing above the underground steam pipes, carrying wine bottles in their hands, this is New York.

The cold wind was biting, Chen Jiao was shivering, she came from Hong Kong in the tropics, there were no warm clothes, Tan He hurriedly took off his coat and handed it over, and said: "If you don't dislike it, you can go to my house first, let's find it slowly." ”

In a foreign country, without relatives, only Tan He can be trusted, Chen Jiao nodded in agreement, Tan He took a car and went straight to Chinatown.

The Tan family lives in Chinatown, the house is very large, there are Cantonese servants, Tan He carried his luggage into the gate, and a jeweled woman came down upstairs, reproaching: "Why did you arrive, is the plane delayed?" ”

Suddenly seeing Chen Jiao, a trace of unhappiness flashed between the woman's eyebrows.

"Who is this young lady?"

"Mom, she is Chen Jiao, she came to New York to look for relatives, but she didn't find it, so she lived in our house for the time being." Tan He replied.

Chen Jiao bowed and saluted: "Mrs. Tan, hello." ”

The woman bowed her head proudly and said, "Ah He, come with me." ”

Tan He handed the luggage to the maid: "Help Miss Chen prepare the guest room." ”

He said to Chen Jiao again: "Wait a minute. ”

Chen Jiao smiled reluctantly.

Tan He followed his mother into the side hall and gently closed the door, but the sound of the conversation still came out, in Cantonese, Teochew, and mixed with a lot of English, Chen Jiao heard some harsh words: "What messy people bring to the house...... I think I'm entangled with you...... Get me away......"

Tears of grievance came out of her eyes, Chen Jiao was pampered and raised, how could she have suffered this kind of humiliation, she picked up her luggage and left, the maid sneered and did not stop her, when Tan He came out of the house angrily, there was no one for a long time.

Tan He rushed out, and it was a cold night rain under the night.

Chen Jiao wore thin clothes, dragged her suitcase and walked on the street, although there were Chinese signs under the neon lights, but it looked so strange and strange, Chinatown was full of difficult Teochew dialect, everyone's eyes were so unkind and cunning, she felt cold to the bone.

Suddenly, a short man blocked Chen Jiao's way, chattering and saying something, while she was in a daze, she grabbed the suitcase and ran, Chen Jiao was so frightened that she didn't have time to catch up, and at this time Tan He chased after her, and hurriedly chased after the thief when she saw this.

The thief turned into the alley, Tan He hesitated for a moment or chased after him, a few Vietnamese came out of the dark, holding a dagger in his hand, Tan He hurriedly stood and slowly retreated, he was very wise and did not choose to continue the chase.

The luggage was lost, and now Chen Jiao didn't even have any money, but fortunately, Tan He had a wallet on him, so he couldn't help but call a car, send Chen Jiao to a hotel outside Chinatown, help her open a room, and pay the deposit in advance.

"Thank you." Chen Jiao said.

"My mother's words, please don't mind, she doesn't have a heart." Tan He said.

Chen Jiao lowered her head, how could she not mind.

"Rest, I'll come to see you tomorrow." Tan He turned and left.

Chen Jiao, who hadn't slept for dozens of hours, locked the door, took a shower, and fell asleep without eating.

Early the next morning, the doorbell rang, Chen Jiao thought it was a waiter who came to deliver the food, and when she opened the door, she saw that it was Tan He.

"So early?"

"Hehe, it's not early, I'm actually next door." Tan He pointed to the open door next to him.

Chen Jiao's heart was warm, Tan He was worried about himself, so he quietly opened the room and stayed next to him, although his mother was despised, but his son was a gentleman.

After having breakfast together, Tan He helped Chen Jiao analyze: "The person you are looking for should have other clues, such as where she worked before......

Awakening the dreamer, Chen Jiao said: "Ms. Stanley used to be a reporter for the New York Times. ”

Tan He said: "Just go to the newspaper office to find it." ”

At the New York Times, Tan He and Chen Jiao explained their intentions to the reception staff, and the other party said: "It's really unfortunate that the editor-in-chief went to Washington." ”

Chen Jiao's eyes widened: "You mean, Catherine. Is Stanley the editor-in-chief of the New York Times? ”

"What's not to do?" The other party said with a smile.

"And when will she come back? Can I reach her? Chen Jiao said, a spark of hope rose in her heart.

"I'll look it up, I'm afraid it will be a week later, but you can contact her daughter, Elizabeth, who is also a reporter for our newspaper."

"Great."

Five minutes later, in the big office filled with the sound of telephone ringing and typewriters, Chen Jiao met Sister Elizabeth, the last time she saw her was in the summer of four or eight years, when Chen Jiao was only ten years old, and Elizabeth was only a student at Harvard University.

"You are?" Elizabeth flicked the ash of her cigarette, squinted her eyes at Chen Jiao, and then came to her senses: "Chen Jiao! It's you, O God, O my God. ”

She threw away her cigarette, stood up and hugged Chen Jiao, kissed her left cheek and kissed her face.

"Have you finally left China, where is your father, where are your brother and your sister? Oh God, I can't wait to meet them. ”

Chen Jiao said with difficulty: "My brother and sister are still in China, and my father is in Hong Kong and was arrested by the British. ”

Elizabeth grabbed her bag: "Let's go, let's talk in a different place." ”

Ten minutes later, in a Manhattan café, Chen Jiao told Elizabeth about her experience over the years, and Elizabeth listened intently, sighed from time to time, and smoked cigarette after cigarette.

"When I arrived in Hong Kong, my father was penniless, and the family could only live in a cheap hostel, after my father was arrested, the situation became even worse, I arrived in New York yesterday, and my luggage was stolen, thanks to Mr. Tan, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sit here and talk to you." Chen Jiao said, tears bursting from her eyes.

Elizabeth snuffed out the cigarette, hugged Chen Jiao and said, "Poor, don't be afraid, you can live with me temporarily, let's go, let's go home." ”

Tan He said goodbye to them: "I should go back too." ”

Chen Jiao thanked him again, and Tan He left with a smile.

Elizabeth lit another cigarette and said, "The boy is good, you can have a relationship." ”

Chen Jiao said: "It's very good, but his mother is very snobbish, but she is right, our Chen family is indeed poor now." ”

Elizabeth said: "God, although the Chen family's property in China has been lost, the property left in the United States is still there, and your Manhattan building alone is worth more than five million dollars." ”

Chen Jiao's mouth opened wide in surprise.

Elizabeth took her home, and coincidentally, this place was the same building that Chen Jiao had been to yesterday.

"Miss Stanley, it's a nice day." The waiter greeted him politely, it was the snob of yesterday.

When he saw Chen Jiao, he immediately asked, "This is your friend?" ”

Elizabeth said, "Yes, but she has another identity, landlord. ”

The waiter swallowed with difficulty.

Chen Jiao said: "Excuse me, can I enter a high-end apartment where upper-class people live?" ”

The waiter stammered and couldn't speak.

Upstairs and into the room, Elizabeth began to make phone calls, first to her mother, and Catherine said to rush back from Washington at once, and then to Mrs. Chand, who had been taking care of the Chen family's property finances.

The third call was to Uncle Mario, the old man of the Pacino family.

The first to arrive was Mario, five large-displacement Cadillac cars parked at the door, and down were all New York mafias dressed in trench coats and hats, and the pot-bellied Mario panted upstairs and shouted: "Where is my dear little niece?" ”