What the!

Shujie was stunned, but he didn't expect to encounter communication obstacles on the first day of the country. But education from China's third-ranked university is not covered. In the flash of light, the short-circuited brain was re-energized.

"Sorry, May I beg your pardon?"

“Har ni how se-you?” The black aunt looked into Shujie's eyes and repeated.

This time, Shujie heard that Aunt Hei's tone was slightly different, but he was still confused. On weekdays, I still boast that my spoken language is good, and I don't need subtitles to watch the original 'Friends', but when it comes to the critical moment, why are I confused? Faced with such a chubby customs aunt, Shujie was so anxious that he scratched his head and scratched his ears.

What did she say? Does it sound like a black accent? Shujie doesn't remember any other black people in 'Friends' besides Rose's girlfriend. But in his memory, the black man's pronunciation was not like this.

What to do? Make every possible effort! So, Shujie tried to speak English with her at the slowest speed he could, pronouncing every syllable clearly and every word clearly. But the black aunt still didn't understand anything. Her reply made Shujie even more foggy. No matter how they tried, the two of them were talking like chickens and ducks, and neither of them could understand each other. Aunt Black obviously gave up. She shrugged her shoulders and reached for the phone.

Shujie panicked all of a sudden: Does she want to lock up my little black room? According to the treasure book, there is a more than 50% chance of being immediately repatriated if you enter a small black house. I didn't expect that the dream I had been chasing for so long was about to be realized, but I was going to be cut off by my damn hearing. Shujie stood in front of the customs counter, his palms sweating.

At this time, a white female police officer walked over with her waist crossed. White man's English! I think you can understand it! Shujie tried to comfort himself, but his legs began to tremble uncontrollably: if he couldn't understand a word, it would be miserable.

Shujie's eyes were firmly on the white policewoman's lips. The lips moved, and a nectar-like voice came from behind the snow-white teeth: "Hi, How... are… you？ ”

Thank God! I finally understood the words of the Chinese people. Although the white policewoman's pronunciation was stiff and the speed of her speech was extremely slow, Shujie had just grabbed a life-saving straw, where did she think so much. He quickly stammered and replied, "Hi, I... my name is…”

“Noh… problem, welcome to Chicago. The white policeman's English was still so stiff, but she didn't have the patience to listen to Shujie and continue to stuck. The white policewoman first pointed to the long line behind Shujie, and then said something that Shujie didn't understand in the window, and then took Shujie's documents from Aunt Hei's hand, read them hastily, turned her head and asked Shujie: "Do you read?" ”

"Yes!" Shujie hurriedly nodded: "University of Notre Dame." ”

"School has started, already."

"It's too late." Shujie hurriedly handed the admission letter to the policewoman.

"Understand, hand... Fingerprint. The policewoman pointed to a machine, told Shujie to prepare to take fingerprints, and then handed the file back to the window. Aunt Hei took Shujie's document and began to crack and stamp it.

Got it done so quickly? Shujie was secretly happy in his heart. Immigrant tendencies, relatives in the United States, none of the thorny questions in the treasure book were asked.

The white policewoman turned and left. Aunt Hei has also completed the formalities. She returned her passport to Shujie and pointed him in the direction of his checked luggage. At this time, Shujie noticed that the various signs on the wall were written in a strange square type, and below these strange words were rows of English letters.

There was no time to think too much, Shujie followed the sign and ran to the baggage claim area, took out the coins prepared in advance from his pocket, and wanted to get a luggage cart first. Where to put the coins? He was pondering on the side of the luggage cart when a passenger approached, pushed the cart and left. Don't want money? Shujie put away the coin, and pushed the gourd in the same way, and the luggage cart actually moved. It's good if you don't need money, but why is the process at O'Hare Airport different from the Treasure Book?

Shujie came to the luggage carousel with doubts and raised his eyes to look. Two of his checked bags have arrived and are spinning on the conveyor belt. He laboriously put the luggage into the car one by one, and as soon as he pushed it, the big box on top actually fell down with a snap.

My wok ! Shujie hurriedly stopped the luggage cart. He was just about to start packing up when a black man came up to him, bent down to pick up Shujie's large suitcase, and put it back in the car.

Miserable, $20! Shujie's heart tightened, and he looked up at the black man. This person is not tall, wearing a little red riding hood, full of white teeth, and smiles at Shujie.

Is he waiting for a tip? Shujie was hesitating. The black man suddenly spoke, still in the same words that Shujie didn't understand: "Dye-ton-lin-yo-yi-jay-kang!" Without waiting for Shujie to answer, he turned around and went to help the other travelers.

escaped for no reason, and Shujie still had palpitations. He cautiously pushed his luggage out of the airport hall. As soon as he stepped out of the sliding door, Shujie saw a taxi guide waving to him. Without thinking, he followed the guide to the front of a yellow convoy. The guide opened the back cover of the car, helped Shujie put his luggage into the cargo hold, and then opened the back door of the taxi.

Shujie got into the taxi and collapsed in his seat, secretly glad in his heart: thank God, this is the last step before going to school. Unexpectedly, before he could even sit down with his ass, the strange words sounded in his ears again: "Bu-shi-ton-lin-yo-yi-jay-kang!" ”

Shujie looked up. The driver, a white man in his mid-fifties, was turning his head from the driver's seat to look at him. What does this phrase mean? Seems to have heard it somewhere. Shujie secretly thought: He must be asking where to go, but fortunately I have a New Western Treasure Book. He immediately handed over the pre-printed school address. When he was preparing, he also added a special sentence to the note: "Please take me around downtown Chicago, and I will add money to you." ”

The driver looked at Shujie's note and frowned slightly. He reconfirmed the itinerary and price with Shujie in very stiff English, then started the engine and drove the taxi out of O'Hare Airport.

Isn't this dude white? The accent is similar to the black man just now. Shujie was puzzled: what about those square words? He pulled out his ticket and looked at it repeatedly. The Chinese on it is written in black on a white background, and the destination column is clearly printed: 米国.

Why are these people's words so strange? I don't understand a word! Shujie angrily crumpled the ticket: Could it be that my efforts in the New West have been wasted? He looked up at the window, trying to find some solace, but the more he looked, the more confused he became: Is this the Windy City Chicago?

Tribune Building, Corn Twin Towers, Hillstad. Famous landmarks stand on the side of the road, but they feel like things are different. Everywhere in the city are hung the red and blue flag of the United States and large slogans that Shujie cannot understand. The taxi continued to move forward, and a solemn building appeared in front of him. A large line of English characters is engraved under a Roman clock with white letters on a black background: Chicago Board of Trade!

From the ornaments on the elevator doors to the marble on the foyer floor, the geometric simplicity of the Art Nouveau style can be found everywhere. At the top of the building stands a 31-foot-tall goddess Kerris, a symbol of grain and a bountiful harvest. After receiving the admission letter, Shujie studied Chicago, which is only a two-hour drive from the University of Notre Dame, and knew the major landmarks of the Windy City at his fingertips. But at the moment, his eyes were glued to the wall of this famous building.

Behind the Roman Bell, in the middle of the two annexes, a huge bust hangs high on the wall of the front of the building. The man in the painting is in his 50s, with a hooked nose, blue eyes, and a slight smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Isn't this George W. Bush? Shujie knows that George W. Bush is the governor of Texas and is running with current Vice President Al Gore for the next president. How could his portrait hang on a building in Chicago?

Hey! Why does he still have a badge pinned to his chest? This is even more expected by the great book. He stared at the statue, puzzled. The closer the taxi got closer, the more clear it became. It's none other than George W. Bush's father: President George H.W. Bush.

What's going on? Before Shujie had time to think about it, a group of neatly dressed young people walked up to him on the side of the street in front of him. They were men and women, and each of them had a badge pinned to his chest. At the front of the queue was a portrait of George W. Bush, identical to the one on the Futures Exchange building. Suddenly, the men raised their right arms, as if shouting something. Shujie hurriedly rolled down the window, and a uniform slogan sounded in his ears: "Mi-gug!" Mi-gug！ ”

What are they shouting? Is it the country of rice, the country of rice? Shujie looked to the side of the street, and most of the shop signs were full of those square characters. Where the hell is this? He closed the window, took out his visa documents, and looked at them carefully. What's going on? It's actually that kind of square character. Shujie still remembers the ecstasy on Nanjing West Road on the day he got his visa. Where did the English on the visa go?

The evidence in his hand made Shujie extremely confused,

Everything in front of him made Shujie have a headache.

Oh, my God! Where exactly did I go?

Shujie, who is tired of traveling, is more and more anxious the more he thinks, and the more anxious he thinks. Suddenly, his eyes went black and he fainted.