The sun in the United States will be sunnier than in China, which Xiang Dongyang strongly thinks as soon as he comes here. He often looked at the swarthy person in the mirror and asked himself: My sister has lived here for six years, and I am still a year away from her, why is it that she has not seen the dark, but I am dark?

Twisting the faucet to wash his face, it was the speed of his mother-in-law's water, and he realized that the water and electricity bills were in arrears for several months, and if he didn't make up for it, he might have to live a primitive life. So there is an answer to that question: because my sister can make money and take care, and I, I don't know anything. No matter how depressed you are, you can't afford to buy face water.

The phrase "I don't know anything" is his evaluation of himself. got rid of the home built with money, threw away the golden spoon of Huang Chengcheng, and found that he had achieved nothing when he arrived in the United States.

The pace of life in an exotic city is cheerful, with whites, blacks, and smiling faces walking the bustling streets, like a fashion show. Occasionally, I will see a few yellow people shuttling through it, but their mouths are not fluent in Chinese, Xiang Dongyang feels very sad, and quietly thinks about China and Changnan.

Why do you want to say quietly, because he doesn't dare to approve of his own ideas. I'm afraid that if I think about China and Changnan, if I go down, I will think of something.

Xiang Dongyang stepped on his feet, entered a company, and applied for an interview.

At the same time, on the other side of the sun, the mansion seems to be sprinkled with a layer of gold shiny, and when you enter here, even the soles of your shoes will be stained with a layer of gold. The aristocratic architecture is more noble and elegant than the king, the macro layout is magnificent, and the micro craft carved lines on the French columns can be used everywhere to study the luxury of different classes.

There are undoubtedly aristocrats who come and go, and today they accept the invitation of their hosts to participate in the pool party. Sexy bikinis, energetic bands, high-end red wine in their mouths, watching them enjoy the comfort of life, Li Xiaohuan's eyes are going to turn red.

From morning to noon, as the temperature increases, some people complain one after another. No, after a day of sunshine, the white people who were tumbling and fluttering in the open-air swimming pool were like boiling meat dumplings.

“Wow! Is this spring or summer?” (Oh!) Is this spring or summer? ）

rushed out a few words of complaining, and the people gradually dispersed, leaving only a young nanny to clean up the mess. In the crowd that had dispersed, a man turned his head and pointed to the pool, saying to the babysitter, "It's time to clean the swimming pool." (It's time to clean up in the pool.) )

The nanny answered the owner: "All right, sir." (Yes, sir.) ）

This nanny is dressed in a foreigner cloth skirt, with a pair of bows tied on her head, dressed as a foreigner nanny, and occasionally slips a simple English sentence, but the facial features on her face are characteristic of Chinese.

She is Li Xiaohuan.

Originally, a large pile of food scraps on the table was enough for her to clean up, but the wind had to fight against her, rolling up the fallen leaves on the roof not far away and scattering them towards the pool. After all, just after winter, a thick layer of residual leaves has accumulated, which has added busyness to Li Xiaohuan's work.

Li Xiaohuan is used to such low-level work. Dragging the cutlery storage frame, hunched over and over again, occasionally red wine stained the apron, and accidentally broke something and hurriedly hid it and threw it away. You must know that rich people are often miserliness.

After cleaning up for a long time, because there were too many leaves and debris in the swimming pool, and the filter in the circulating filter was blocked again, Li Xiaohuan had to go to the utility room to take out the fishing tools, pull up his trouser legs, and scoop up the remaining leaves and debris in the swimming pool.

Finally after fishing these damn fallen leaves, Li Xiaohuan was cleaning up the dirt on the pool wall, because of the heavy work, she was so tired that she yawned a long time.

"Bang"

The sudden splash of water hit Li Xiaohuan's face, she reflexively closed her eyes, and the sleepy insects active in her brain were immediately scared away. She lifted the corner of her apron and wiped her eyes, and when she fixed her eyes, there was a half-drunk milk carton on the water, and the advertising child on the box was half-submerged in the water.

“Look at what she looks like.” (Look at her embarrassment.) ）

A group of children laughed out loud next to them, and the one in the lead laughed the loudest, it was the milk carton he threw and the child of the owner's family. He opened his mouth to laugh, revealing several cavities, and the smell of milk wafting from his mouth turned rancid.

Li Xiaohuan glanced at the child, had no identity to worry about him, gritted his teeth, lowered his head and continued to work. Soon, the sound of small stones entering the water was heard in the pool, and the group of children were racing to throw stones.

“Her face was unhappy.” (Look at her face.) ）

“Let's just play with us. She won't swear.” (Let's just play with ours, she won't curse.) ）

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Li Xiaohuan heard them cooing, and she didn't have to think about it to know that the group of children were arranging themselves again. Every job she's had since she came to the U.S., because her English was too weak to communicate. Once there was a communication barrier, there was no place for her to work. Being a nanny in this aristocratic family is the longest job she has ever done, just because the hostess of the house knows Chinese. Despite this, there are still many unsatisfactory things, except for a slightly less commission, it is the naughty and bad child who maliciously adds to the burden of her work every time. It's not enough to be trick-or-treating, I'm most afraid that he will join forces with his partners, such as just now.

The group of children, to put it nicely, were mischievous and tricked her; If you don't say it well, it's an ugly and contemptuous face.

Even if it was humiliating, Li Xiaohuan could only endure it and didn't dare to burst out a little temper.

With a third of the drowsy day left, and finally ready dinner, Li Xiaohuan spread out the tablecloth, arranged the knives and forks neatly according to the number, and served the dishes. As long as she waited for the nobles to finish their dinner, she could eat her own dinner in an inconspicuous corner. If the family goes to bed early, she can also quietly bring some precious salad or fish soup back to Xiang Dongyang.

Speaking of Xiang Dongyang, Li Xiaohuan will be very distressed. After all, he hadn't received financial support from his family for a long time, and he was a lot haggard.

Li Xiaohuan dragged his heavy and tired body back on the road, the greasy smell on his body was very strong, and the rats crossing the street would slip out when they smelled it, Li Xiaohuan stepped on the footsteps, and they immediately panicked and fled.

Simple, slightly older buildings are no different from slums in the eyes of Americans. Xiang Dongyang and Li Xiaohuan live in such an environment.

With a "creak", Li Xiaohuan pushed open the door, as long as the door was pushed open, it would make a very ugly sound, because the shaft of the door had long been dull and rusty.

As soon as I opened the door, it was dark and dreary, and I couldn't see any light, but I could smell the smell of wine and the sound of snoring. Li Xiaohuan groped towards the switch, pressed the switch of the light, and saw Xiang Dongyang lying on the ground sleeping, still holding a wine bottle that touched the ground. How crooked the bottle of wine in one place is, how crooked the body is.

"Alas!" Li Xiaohuan's sigh was very soft, for fear of waking up Xiang Dongyang, and he wanted to sigh for him about the desolation in his heart, and then gently moved him back to the bed.

She couldn't count how many times she had moved him like this in the past five years. Xiang Dongyang's decadent appearance has always been maintained, especially after graduation in recent years, which has become a bit more serious.

Li Xiaohuan stared at this man with a haggard face and a growing beard.

For this man, she loves a man who can't help herself at a glance: ignoring her studies, a withdrawal application, you can know which is more important in her heart; traveled thousands of miles to accompany him across the ocean when he was not paying attention; is on her side, even if she is reduced to being a nanny for others and letting those children bully, she is willing.

Back then, when Li Xiaohuan first came here, he saw him being bullied by his evil classmates at first sight, and saw his luggage thrown away by those people, and he was kicked out of the dormitory after being drenched in a basin; I've heard those white people scold him in English for the most ugly words, and I've been with him the hardest punches and kicks.

Xiang Dongyang came to a foreign environment with a heavy sense of guilt, and the bad reputation of being expelled from a Chinese school, Li Xiaohuan witnessed the moment when he was willing to fall due to hardship, and before leaving, he couldn't wait for his beloved woman, and the grief along the way.

Li Xiaohuan helped him wash it briefly and returned to his room. Lying on the bed and recalling the past, she never regretted all this, and was even more glad that she was by his side.

The next day's noon sun illuminated the glass window, and although Xiang Dongyang slept heavily, his head was still the remnants of last night's wine. On the body, on the clothes, on the sheets and quilts, you don't need to smell it with your nose, except for the smell of wine.

He dragged his lazy steps out of the house and saw that Li Xiaohuan had prepared a table of dishes.

"Good morning, let's eat." Li Xiaohuan smiled, pretending to be very happy.

Xiang Dongyang's face was expressionless, and he couldn't get rid of the woman in front of him. However, the woman he once tried to catch was also the only one in a foreign country who made him feel warm.

Xiang Dongyang glanced up at Li Xiaohuan, curious why she didn't go to work today, and asked, "Why are you free here today?" ”

Li Xiaohuan replied naturally: "Mr. John, his family went on vacation, so I was free." ”

"Oh." Xiang Dongyang almost thought that she had been fired again.

Li Xiaohuan had a meal, sandwiched several pieces of meat, and handed them to him, remembering that he borrowed wine last night to drown his sorrows, mostly for work, "Did you find a job well yesterday?" ”

Xiang Dongyang took a mouthful of vegetables and stuffed them into his mouth, and only after chewing did he speak, his tone was very direct: "No leader wants to hire someone who has been expelled from school in their own country, and then they will speculate about your personal relationship with Duke University. ”

Li Xiaohuan's chopsticks stopped on the dish, looking at Xiang Dongyang's indifferent expression, she thought, the expensive rent coupled with the rising prices in the United States, if their lives are like this, they know very well what awaits them. Two words, return home.

This is the last thing Li Xiaohuan wants to see, he is used to his time in the United States, and he is also used to Xiang Dongyang belonging to her, even if he thinks of other women.

"What, why don't you speak?" Xiang Dongyang naturally glanced at Li Xiaohuan, who was silent, and he couldn't guess what she was thinking.

Li Xiaohuan didn't want to be seen, so he hurriedly moved the vegetables to his mouth, "I just accidentally ate a mouthful of salt, the dishes were not mixed evenly, and the salty ones were speechless." I'll take it back to the pan and mix it again. As she spoke, she picked up her plate and walked to the kitchen.

"Xiaohuan, after so many years, don't you want to be a family?"

Li Xiaohuan didn't enter the kitchen, so he was stunned a few meters away, thinking to himself that Xiang Dongyang's subconscious meaning was to drive himself away? Or does he want to return home?

"Home? I don't have a home anymore. Li Xiaohuan lowered her head.

Her own mother died when she was still in infancy, and her father didn't care about her stepmother when he married her, wishing there was no such daughter. Li Xiaohuan's existence has no sense of existence for his family. In other words, when she rebelled and ran away from home five years ago, she was already homeless.

"You know, why do you want to ask if I want to be home?" Li Xiaohuan added another sentence, and what she originally wanted to answer was "With you, why don't I regard this place as my home." "I can only swallow the food in my mouth.

Xiang Dongyang was very resolute when she heard what she said, and she thought that she had asked the wrong thing.

After eating, Xiang Dongyang was in front of the computer, constantly switching windows, and occasionally paying attention to the gray QQ avatar. The name "Jiang Xiaomian" will always be a poison that makes his heart ache. Over the years, they have never exchanged a word, no one has anyone's number, and no one has seen anyone's avatar shine again.

Xiang Dongyang quit QQ boredly, opened the mailbox, and there was an unread email.

It's a subscription email from Changnan Red Square Gallery Square.

Xiang Dongyang is used to it, and he will receive similar emails from time to time.

He moved his fingers and flipped through the unread newsletters, the latest announcement of which was the opening of the gallery's exhibition in a few days.

Xiang Dongyang continued to look at the environmental pictures of the gallery, and the two paintings that appeared on the wall were not unfamiliar, one was "Looking for Cotton" painted by Jiang Xiaomian himself, and the other was "Missing Stars" painted by Jiang Xiaomian for Xian Xinchen.

The theory of a famous American psychologist suddenly popped into his mind, called "six degrees of separation": you will not be separated from any stranger by more than five people, that is, you can know any stranger through a maximum of five people.

In other words, there are only five people between you and anyone in the world, no matter what country they are in, what kind of race they belong to, or what skin color they are. Xiang Dongyang snorted casually, he was laughing, why do you need five people?

Eight years ago, the "sketch girl" that he had recited thousands of times in his dreams, if he had taken the three words "Jiang Xiaomian" to the Red Square Gallery at that time, he would mention it in front of Yu Qiubo. Then, his acquaintance with Jiang Xiaomian will not be postponed for three years.

However, no matter how you think about it, the old time can't be picked up. In the past, when he longed to meet again, there were only a few cities between him and Jiang Xiaomian; Now, when I longed to meet again, I was far away from the ocean, the sun was east and the moon was west.

"Xiaohuan, let's go back to China." Xiang Dongyang made a decision.

Li Xiaohuan was stunned, "Is it for her?" ”

Xiang Dongyang lowered his head, leaned his elbows on the table, stroked half of his face, and squinted his eyes for a while. Over the years, he has never mentioned Jiang Xiaomian to anyone. When Li Xiaohuan mentioned the word "she", he felt very unfamiliar.

"Go back to your room and pack your things, no need to ask for any reason." Xiang Dongyang didn't open his eyes, and the words were repeated again.

"When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow."

Li Xiaohuan returned to the next door and pulled out the dusty suitcase from the attic. She thought she would never need the box again. It's like knowing it's going to be dark, and you can just stand and wait for it to get dark.

During her time in the United States, she spent her youth and accompanied her with a dead face, and in the end she was vetoed by the sentence "Xiaohuan, let's go back to China".

"Dongyang, you know what? You go back and have everything; I went back and got nothing. ”

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