July 2, 1997, New York, New World, China

"Welcome to the New World of China!" The customs lady smiled sweetly at us, and I felt like I was coming home

Warm, but my son doesn't seem to feel much about returning home.

"It's been more than 500 years since the Ming Dynasty fleet made its maiden voyage to the Americas, and they still call it the New World." He said.

"It's a habit, just like Europeans still call Chinese foreigners."

"It's long overdue for us to have a real New World!"

"Where? Antarctica?"

"Why not?"

I shook my head secretly. I'm used to this aggressive aggressiveness in my son's personality, but again

I feel a constant pressure on this. It seems that his mother's character acts on me across the ocean through her son, thinks

At this point, my heart aches.

We drove to the United Nations headquarters, and we quickly plunged down the highway into the forest of high-rise buildings in New York.

Like everybody from Europe, I felt like I was in the land of giants, and everything was so big. Half an hour later

Our car was parked in front of the United Nations building.

"That's where I'm going to work for the rest of my life." I pointed to the building and said to my son.

"Let's hope the already bloated UN agency doesn't add another superfluous person, Dad."

"Ha, what should I do and what should I do so that I don't have any superfluousness?"

"At least, because you are one more Chinese, China has correspondingly more authority in the United Nations."

"So what do you do?" I asked absentmindedly, wondering if I should report in first or go to the apartment first

Take a look at the new house.

My son, as usual, made another suggestion to me that is only suitable for ****: "The United Nations leaves."

With our annual membership fee of 10 billion yuan, we can't run it, and when you think about that, it's easy to increase your authority. "

"Shut up! I warn you, in the future we will live in the environment of the United Nations, and your words are very annoying!"

In the square in front of the United Nations building, there were several people giving political speeches, all wearing separatist blue shirts. In front of each speaker there was a bunch of people of all colors listening, one closer to us

The speaker's voice reaches our ears.

"...... Since the fall of the Ming Dynasty 500 years ago, the New World began the New Culture Movement

For centuries, we have been leading the direction of Chinese culture, and the Old World has only followed us with trepidation

Later, now almost thrown off by us, their understanding is half a century slower than ours! And until now,

They also consider themselves cultural suzerains. In fact, the New World to culture has now developed into a completely new culture,

It has its roots in the Old World, but it's a whole new culture! The third point, economically, the New World and the Old World ......"

The speaker was a thin young man who looked like a college student. The son rushed forward and lifted him off the platform

"Shut your dog's mouth, you stinky separatist!" he struggled with his son's hands, glasses

Fell to the ground and shattered, "Seeing what happened to Northern Love, you bastards are going crazy again, aren't they?! Remember, Northern Ireland is a leased land, but the New World is our land! "

"The New World is the land of the Indians, Mr. Old World." The young man broke free from his son's hand, cold

Said with a smile.

"Are you Chinese?!" The son glared at him and said.

"It's up to a referendum." The speaker wore a full tie and remained silent.

"Phew! Dream on! A few of your brothers will not recognize your father, okay!?" The son waved his fist and said,

I rushed into the crowd and pulled him out.

"Dad, they're so rampant here, don't you care?!" my son said, shaking off my hand.

"I'm just an ordinary diplomat, you see, can we handle it?" I pointed to the blue shirts around me

The guys in the shirts, they're urbane here, in Philadelphia and Washington, these guys have shaved heads, and their arms are wrapped

Wearing bracers with steel slabs, my son would really be in trouble if he was there.

"Sir, would you like to draw a portrait?" A soft, timid voice came from behind me. This is

A white girl, like all European immigrants, was dressed modestly, with a sketchpad and a paintbrush in her hand.

The first time I saw this girl's thin figure, I suddenly had a classical European oil painting, a picture

It was the back of a paralyzed girl on the grass, looking longingly at a little house in the distance, that house

It's so far away for her, so out of reach. Even stranger, I also remembered my ex-wife, not by

It's because of their differences. Everything this girl desires in life,

Like the little house in the painting, distant and out of reach, but like the girl in the painting, she

Still timidly, while stubbornly moving himself little by little in this cold world...... The girl in the painting has her back to the viewer, but you can feel her longing and moving gaze, which is the way the immigrant girl looks at me right now. I suddenly felt a strange feeling in my mind that I hadn't seen in years.

"I'm sorry, we still have something." I say.

"Soon, sir, really fast." The girl said.

"We're really leaving, I'm sorry Miss."

The girl wanted to say something, and the son threw a few bills at her, "Don't you just want money?" Leave me alone

Guys, go away!"

The girl squatted down, silently picked up the money scattered on the ground, and then stood up and walked slowly to her son

Side, hand the money back to him.

"I'm sorry if I bothered you. But I would like to ask the young gentleman, if ...... "she stops

After a while, he struggled to continue, "If my skin were yellow, you'd do the same."

Me?"

"You're saying I'm racist?" The son looked at her defiantly.

"Say hello to Miss!" I snapped.

"Why? Over the years they have come in like locusts and taken away our jobs,"

"But, sir, European immigrants in the New World do only the work you least want to do, the lowest work

Capital. "

"But people like you are still ruining our social atmosphere in the red-light district!"

The girl stared at her son in astonishment, and the humiliation and anger made her speechless, and her painting tools and money were gone

to the ground. I slapped my son, and it was the first time I hit him.

My son was stunned for only a second, and suddenly hugged me excitedly, "Haha! Dad, you should have had this anger a long time ago

Vigor! That's what you should be doing at the United Nations! It's a good start for you!"