"God knows how much I regret giving birth to you! God knows! ”

The hoarse, gifted rap female invective shattered Song Ya's dreams, and he sighed, sat up helplessly, and slowly grabbed a sweater from the side of the bed and put it on his head.

It's been more than ten days since I crossed over, and no matter whether I adapt to it or not, I can only endure it first.

Of course, his name is not Song Ya now, and he is no longer Chinese, his full name is now Alexander Song, a fifteen-year-old boy whose parents died in a car accident and lives with his aunt in Chicago.

"M-FXXX's Seventeen! At the age of seventeen, M-FXXX learned to stay home at night like a blue pool! M-FXXkrrrr~”

The soundproofing was almost none, and a barrage of foul language came straight from downstairs as Aunt Susie was "educating" her seventeen-year-old daughter, Alexander Song's cousin Connie.

"Biological." Song Ya sighed secretly.

Compared with the subtle Chinese, the expression of feelings by African-American people is so "strong" and "unrestrained", and calling her own daughter Bichi and her mother is just Aunt Susie's routine operation.

“Yeh，Yeh！ Speaking of Bichi, I don't know who even gave birth to two children when he was seventeen years old! ”

After many years, Connie was obviously scolded, and immediately ridiculed each other, without showing weakness at all. Aunt Susie gave birth to her eldest son, Tony, at the age of sixteen, and then Connie the following year, and then, the man who contributed ran away without a trace......

“SHXX！”

Aunt Susie, who was poked in the sore spot, was furious, "SHXX! You ruthless little Bichi, just like that ruthless man, I curse you! I m-fxxx curse you ......"

"Hey, the point is that you don't go home at night, right?" Song Ya complained again in her heart.

On this issue, if the focus of the parents were in China, the focus of the parents would never be deviated, and Aunt Susie was arguing and throwing the fact that Cousin Connie didn't come home all night to Java......

After getting dressed, Song Ya went out and walked into the bathroom not far away, turned on the faucet and began to wash.

The sound of rushing water temporarily isolated the quarrel downstairs, and he looked in the mirror to re-examine himself in this life.

According to the Chinese people's aesthetics of the black race, he has a slightly childish, good-looking face, and because he is half Chinese blood, his complexion is slightly lighter. At the age of fifteen, he is more than 1.7 meters tall, and his figure is quite well-proportioned...... Of course, it goes without saying that he will make a career as a traverser in the future, so it doesn't matter if this skin is good or bad, after all, this is a rice country, and the capitalist society can't buy anything as long as there is money?

"But here's the problem, it's okay to let me cross without giving me some special abilities, it's too much to even let me bring the memories of my past life!"

In the past ten days, no matter how much Song Ya tries, his memory of his previous life has always been a mess. In addition to the rapid improvement in math scores, I can't remember anything that has happened in history, or the books I read in my previous life, the games I played, etc. And that bit of math doesn't mean anything, Chicago's South City is mostly a slum area where blacks gather, the teaching quality of community middle schools is very poor, and the difficulty of the exam papers is already low.

"And a slacker? Get out of here for breakfast! ”

There are many children, and the energy is not enough to treat them differently, Aunt Susie treats them equally, and has never given Song Ya any abuse or preferential treatment, of course, the same is true in words.

"It's coming!"

Song Ya hurriedly packed up and walked downstairs quickly.

The creaking sound of the staircase indicates that the house is some years old, this is a standard small slum house, detached but not much distance from the left and right houses, basically all wooden, the second floor originally had two bedrooms and a bathroom, the large bedroom was divided into two by partitions, Song Ya and her cousin Tony lived in one, Connie and her ten-year-old sister Emily lived in one, and Aunt Susie and her brother Freddy, who was less than a year old, lived in the original small bedroom.

The first floor is an all-access structure of living room, kitchen, and dining room, and there is only a small bathroom without a shower under the stairs on the first and second floors.

Aunt Susie held a spatula in one hand and looked at the golden scrambled eggs in the pot, and coaxed little Freddy, who was looking at people with big blue eyes, in her arms. Aunt Susie's latest boyfriend is white, so little Freddie is mulatto.

Connie and Emily at the dinner table were taking turns taking a mass-packed pack of milk and oatmeal rings into their bowls.

Tony, on the other hand, craned his neck and rudely poured the can of cream into his mouth.

"Open your mouth."

He swallowed the full amount of cream, and turned the mouth of the can at Song Ya.

"Nope."

Song Ya shook his head and refused, the soul in this body has been replaced, with Aunt Susie and Tony's bucket bodies and Connie's visible horizontal trend as a lesson from the past, obesity is definitely an enemy he must always be vigilant against in this life.

"You've changed a lot lately, Arri." Tony said.

"Really?" Song Ya's heart tightened: "Which aspect?" ”

"Hmmm......"

Tony begins to wipe out milk-frothed oats, "That's it...... It's just a feeling...... You know. ”

"How simple! For women! ”

Connie laughed at Song Ya and said, "Who did you get involved with?" "Once again, we succeeded in steering the topic away.

"I ......"

Before Song Ya could keep up with the train of thought, Aunt Susie divided the tender Western-style scrambled eggs evenly on the plate in front of the four siblings, "Shut your X mouth, eat it quickly, don't miss the school bus!" "She doesn't like to see Connie very much right now.

"Wait for me to change my clothes! Good right away! Connie didn't fight back this time, but flicked up and rushed upstairs.

Girls in the United States wear yesterday's clothes generally mean that they haven't gone home for the night, so Connie's main purpose when she comes home in the morning is to change her clothes.

"Who sent her back in the morning?" Aunt Susie took this opportunity to ask in a whisper, it turned out that she had not forgotten this stubble.

"I don't know, I just hear the engine." Tony replied, and secretly stepped on Song Ya's foot again.

Song Ya shook his head, he really didn't know, and little Emily also shook his head.

Aunt Susie didn't dig any deeper, and went back to concentrate on cleaning the kitchen utensils, "Hey! The black woman ......," she lamented in a low voice.

Milk, oatmeal, scrambled eggs, it only took Song Ya three minutes to get them all down, it is now 1990, and the welfare system of the United States should not be as good as the era before he crossed over, but for a single-parent family with five children, it seems that there is no problem in meeting the most basic needs of food, clothing, housing and education, and there is even a surplus of calories in food.

After Connie changed her clothes, the four siblings said goodbye to Aunt Susie and left the house together.

Unlike Song Ya's impression of the United States before the crossing, there is no lawn at all in front of and behind the houses in the community here, only gray weeds and random piles of debris, wooden fences in disrepair, and various types of dilapidated cars. A small Cameroonian flag, including Aunt Susie, is hung in front of several homes in the vicinity, indicating that they still remember their roots on the African continent.

"It's cold!"

In Chicago in February, the temperature was not only low, but also the wind was strong, and Emily shivered, and quickly hid behind Tony.

Tony turned around and hugged Emily in his arms, and then used his hand to help her cover her face, and everyone shrunk their necks and walked briskly to the school bus platform a few hundred meters away.