The college I studied in London was very famous, and if there was no plagiarism in my papers, it would not be difficult for me to find a job as a music teacher, but Americans were so mindful of my plagiarism that I couldn't even find a job as a teaching assistant. They all think that a young person who can't complete four years of schooling can't even focus on his work.

So I sat on the street eating meat buns I bought from Chinatown, and kept scrolling through the newspapers for any information about recruitment. Half a month after coming to New York, I got my first taste of hunger.

I slept in the apartment, and when I woke up, it was already past seven o'clock in the evening, and I couldn't bear the hunger and went out to forage for food, and ate a fried rice cake in a shop owned by a foreigner. Such a scenario would never have happened before.

On the way back, I had my hands in my jeans pockets, and my fingers counted the coins, seven coins, all my belongings.

I didn't have slippers, so I went to the ninety-nine cent store and bought a pair.

Early the next morning, when I was going out, I met a Japanese scholar who lived across the street, and he happened to be out of the house, and I asked him where I could buy second-hand goods, and under his guidance I went to a market and sold the Prada wallet that my parents had given me when I was studying abroad for a hundred dollars.

My landlord, Brooks, was a devout Christian, and every day he read the Bible slowly, and in the morning he would get up and pray, speaking slowly and without any expression on his face. He has a beard, eyebrows, and black clothing that resembles the main character priest in Martin Scorsese's film "Silence".

He, like Mrs. Duris, was a Christian. But I'm not interested in the Bible, I'm not interested in England, and I'm probably not interested in New York.

But Rookes was a very kind old gentleman, and when I came home from my job search, I found that I had lost the key to the apartment and could not enter the door, so Brooks brought me a spare key and gave me a cheese for dinner that he had just made. I left $10 for him as the cost of the meal, but he refused outright. He took good care of me, and in my eyes, Brooks was a "god".

With that $100 support, I got a job as a resident singer at a music restaurant in Flushing.

I can play the piano, sing bel canto and pop music, and the electronic organ in the restaurant has become my own.

In the first few days, it was always the best, and there were occasional tips from customers, but after working for half a month, I realized that I was running out of patience, for example, the boss slammed the door, saying that it would cost 100 dollars a day and sing for three hours, but he always asked me to arrive an hour early and leave half an hour late.

The most important thing is that I can't face the daily life, going back and forth between home and work every day, and even facing the criticism of the people in the audience, or the actions of some Yankees.

No matter what, there was always a strong force behind me, and I had Alice, and I had Mrs. Duris, and I had Jay. Now those people have long since withdrawn from my life, and all my strength is weak.

Maybe the unit that once rejected me was right when he said that a person who can't finish four years of college can't do a good job.

"Hua, don't leave after work, wait for me, I have something to tell you."

The boss surnamed Huang said to me.

He is a middle-aged old man who lost his wife at an early age, and I heard from the people in the band that he likes to hook up with little girls the most.

I ostensibly echoed him, and when the time came, I still left work on time.

"Don't you think singing here is a bit boring?"

When I was half-time, a man came up to me and accosted me slowly.

I almost ignored him.

"You sing so well, I guess you must be a music professional."

"Thank you for liking."

I said a compliment and asked the bartender to pour myself a mojito.

"I'll have this cup. Ever heard The end of the world? He smiled.

"Of course, do you want to listen?"

"Listen up."

"Twenty dollars."

"Hey, I've got you covered."

"Sorry, staff—it's free."

I took one last sip and got up to leave.

He stopped me, took a hundred dollars out of his trouser pocket, shoved it into my palm, and said, "Sing just for me." ”

He's really sultry.

I looked at him silently in my heart.

A man who looked as big as me, wearing a blue shirt, his Chinese was fluent, and his English had the American accent it should have.

I sat on the stage, which was actually too small to compare to the theatres of London's South Bank. But it fed me.

Actually, I have an impression of him, this is the second day he sat down and listened to me sing.

Last night he brought a blonde girl, whom I recognized, who was an opera singer on Broadway, and I had seen her play.

“I can't understand no I can't understand. How life goes the way it does.” (I can't understand, I really can't understand, how life can run as usual)

"You're singing so well."

After work, he waited for me at the door and told me that I sang well.

"Thanks, actually, that's what I said."

He laughed, "You can call me Anderson." ”

I looked into his serious eyes, which were familiar, so close and so far away.

I avoided his eager gaze, "You're a college student?" ”

"No, I'm already working."

"Then go back and rest early, we shouldn't waste each other's precious time."

"The company is my family, so there is no need to worry. Give it a chance, may? ”

"What chance?"

"Soak your chance."

"Aren't you soaking right now?"

"Oh my God. Can you have a drink? ”

"Okay."

I sent God to agree.

Jay can go behind my back to like someone else, to rekindle an old love, and now that we've broken up, why should I defend him.

He drove me to another bar.

"Work-study?"

"No, I just graduated this year."

"Studying in the United States?"

"England."

"Here we are."

Not far away, ten minutes to arrive. He opened the door for me, and I stepped out of the door.

"Thank you."

"Serving beautiful women is the way it should be."

"Stop, stop talking like this, call me hua, Yihua, the art of art, the Hua of China."

"Yihua, a beautiful name." He said, "What to drink?" ”

“Tequlia.”

"Not afraid of getting drunk?"

"Don't worry, I'm drinking well."

It was the first time I had drunk since I came to the United States. As soon as you drink it, the saltiness is mixed with the spicy taste of agave, and when you swallow it, you feel like your whole throat is burning.

"Shall we play a game?"

"It's a very simple poker game, compare the size, whoever wins will agree to the other party a condition."

It's this boring game again.

"You're so bored, do you guys talk to girls like that? Anderson. ”

"Shall we go to the movies, then?"

"Childish."

I can't complain.

He insisted on taking me home, and when it was getting late, I agreed.

He put me down at the door of the house, and when I entered the house, I threw down my bag and went in to shower.

The bathroom light was flickering and on, and I didn't know if it would break down completely. The same goes for the air conditioner in the room, which is always screeching like a tractor.

I washed it out, blew my hair in the mirror, and suddenly I wanted to dye it red.

On the way out the next day, I ran into Brooks in the yard and he reminded me that it was time to pay my utility bill at the end of the month.

I promised him that I would pay him my salary, and then walked to a Chinese barber shop on Main Street.

"Traveling?" The hostess asked me.

"No, I live here."

"What kind of work, we're recruiting small workers here."

"I studied art." I say.

"Nowadays, young people like to engage in art, girl, what art are you engaged in?"

"Music."

"This is good, my husband used to be a person with dreams."

I was annoyed by the hostess's constant questioning, but the process of dyeing my hair was so long.

I noticed that she had a computer in the store and asked, "Can I put some songs?" ”

"Yes, but I only have Teresa Teng and Alan Tam here."

The proprietress randomly released Alan Tam's "The Love of My Life", and my nose was sore, and I almost couldn't help crying.

After doing your hair, you can go straight to work, and the time card is just right. The owner passed me by and was startled by my burgundy hair.

"Why did you dye your hair so maturely?"

"I like it, I want to try it."

"Oh okay, why did you leave so early last night, didn't you tell you to wait for me?"

"Huh? Sorry, I forgot. ”

"Then don't leave after work tonight." His thick hand rested on my shoulder, "Hurry up and get ready." You're so beautiful tonight! ”

In the evening Anderson came again, this time with composure, and heard the end from the beginning, and we didn't talk until I got off work at ten o'clock.

"The wine here is getting worse and worse, do you want to go out for a drink?"

Seeing my hesitation, he immediately took my hand and left.

His shirt is the latest autumn model for Armani this year, the watch is Piaget, and my father also has an identical piece, so I recognize it. He wore an expensive watch at such a young age, and this person was clearly a rich second generation who spent all his time drinking.

He drove me to a bachelorette apartment nearby. When taking the elevator, just the two of us, there is always an ambiguous atmosphere in the small space.

"Actually, I should thank you tonight."

"Oh? What did I do? ”

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm out of shape these days, and my boss ordered me to stay and accept his criticism. But you pulled me away. ”

Anderson laughed, "And how are you going to thank me?" ”

"That's why I followed you here."

"Hua, you really don't let yourself suffer at all."

The pale yellow decoration style is full of ambiguity and countless feelings. Things are simple to the extreme, and one of the red oil paintings on the wall shows the plump figure of a red ** person.

He took a yellow bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and poured two glasses.

I sniffed it, and there seemed to be a mocking tone: whiskey? Aren't you afraid that you will get drunk and live up to the good time of the evening?

He naturally understood what I meant immediately, touched my face with his hand, and said softly: "Of course I'm not afraid, there are some things that can be better carried out when you get drunk, isn't it?" ”

He put his arms around my waist and groped my waist with his big hands.

We smiled at each other, and our respective ambitions and desires were thoroughly understood.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Pretty."

"Do you like that?"

"I like it."

"Nonsense, how long have you known me?"

"En······" He fell into deep thought, then snapped his fingers, and very dashingly turned to the cabinet in the living room, and pulled out a box from it.

"With this, it's even more beautiful."

He pointed out what I was missing, the missing necklace around my neck. So he happily gave me a Tiffany necklace, put it on for me, and kissed me around the neck.

"But some people don't like it."

"That person is so visionless." His voice was mixed with lust.

"You like me?"

"Didn't you knowingly ask?"

He kissed me right away.

"Wait a minute!" I pushed him away, "I'll go take a shower first." ”

Anderson's apartment was seven or eight times bigger than mine, but there were very few groceries, probably for the girls to spend the night.

I finished my shower, put my hair tied with my balls, took a few deep breaths, and went out in my white bathrobe.

Anderson was lying on the bed playing with his phone at the moment, the bedroom was dimly lit, the white curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows were closed, and the coolness of the air conditioner made me shiver a little.

"It's your turn." I say.

"It's so lonely to take a shower alone, you accompany me?"

"Then why didn't you just come in?" I asked him rhetorically.

Anderson laughed and went into the bathroom alone.

When he entered, I slapped myself, drank another half glass of whiskey, and waited as if nothing had happened.