The next morning, I was woken up in a daze by the sound of a fight next door.

"Damn Francis, if you fool around with them again, you'll never go back to this home." A woman's cursing came from next door.

"Shut up for me, I don't need you to take care of my business." A man slammed the door and walked out, and the only sound in the room was the crying of a woman.

I said to my heart, is there anything you two can't say well? Why are you arguing so much early in the morning?

After looking at your watch, it was only half past seven, so I had to get up from the bed, wash up briefly, and prepare to go out for breakfast.

As soon as I got downstairs, I saw a Mexican man in jeans and a white shoulder bar tank top kicking and kicking at a broken car, looking angry.

The Mexican man looked like a ruffian, with a lot of messy tattoos on his arms and body, and he kept cursing "Damn, damn stinky woman" with a cigarette in his mouth. ”

After scolding a few words, he got into the car and was about to leave, but found that he couldn't catch fire, so he got out of the car and opened the hood of the car to see what was wrong, but he didn't seem to understand anything about cars, and he didn't understand it for a long time, so he punched and kicked his broken car again.

I couldn't take it anymore and walked up to me and asked, "Do you want to help?" ”

"Fuck off, don't bother me." The Mexican man scolded me without raising his head, and I said that I deserved to be unlucky, but just as I turned to leave, he stopped me.

"Wait, you'll fix the car?" The Mexican man looked at me and said.

"Understood." I said angrily.

"Sorry man, I was in a bad mood just now, I apologize to you, can you fix it for me?" The Mexican man looked at me sincerely.

He looked to be in his mid-thirties, with long hair and a mustache, and he looked a lot like an American actor, as if his name was Johnny Depp.

"I can try, but there's no guarantee that it will be fixed." I thought about it and said.

"God, thank you so much my friend, my name is Francis, are you a new neighbor?" Francis wiped his hand on his shoulder jacket and shook my hand.

"I just moved in last night, and I live next door to you, my name is Meng Yin." I laughed.

Chinese names are very difficult to pronounce in English, and Francis couldn't pronounce the last silver character of my name after several attempts, so I had to ask him to call me Meng.

"Well, how long has it been since your car had an oil change?" I pulled out the dipstick and saw a layer of black oil stuck to it.

"It's been a year, right? Probably. Francis also forgot when he changed the oil last time.

"Look here, the screws on your battery are loose, just tighten it, I suggest you go and change the oil once." Francis's car is a 90-year-old Toyota classic car, and it is basically not maintained, it is very messy, and the paint has not been repaired.

"Boom" the car started, Francis was very happy, tapped me on the shoulder and smiled and said, "Cool, my friend, you are amazing, I am really lucky today." ”

"You're welcome, I'll go first if there's nothing to do." I said with a smile.

"Wait a minute, Meng, where are you going, I'll give you a ride?" Francis asked.

"No need, my place of work is close to here, see you later." I waved my hand and left.

It was almost eight o'clock after helping Francis finish repairing the car, I ran to the nearby breakfast car to buy a hot dog and went to work at the tea restaurant, during which I called my mother and told her my new address in the United States, and asked Uncle Xia to help me find a way to see if I could get my ID card and bank card to help me reissue a copy by mail.

My mom didn't refuse my request, saying that if it was done, she would mail it to me, and asked me if I needed to send some money, and I rejected my mom's kindness, telling her that it was fine here, so she didn't have to worry.

Before I knew it, I had been in the United States for more than a month, and during this month or so, I had been going back and forth between my apartment and the café every day, and my life had become uneventful. Every day, when I pass by that street after work, there is always a fallen angel leaning against the dim street lamp.

Whenever I passed there, I would stop for a moment, and before I knew it, it had become a habit, and she was very serious about her work, no matter the wind or rain, she would stand under the street lamp, waiting for one man after another who needed comfort.

This period of time has made me turn back into an ordinary person, and my ordinary life is like a glass of boiled water, if I don't drink it, I will feel thirsty, and there is no taste in drinking it.

Every day I will rush to the tea restaurant half an hour in advance, and Fang Tao cleans the store and sets up the tables, chairs and benches, after more than a month of getting along, I have become friends with Fang Tao, this guy is eight or nine years older than me, and there is still a little generation gap between us.

In addition, whenever a homeless person passed by the tea restaurant, Aunt Zhao would ask me to give them a piece of siu mai or xiao long bao, and from then on I knew that Aunt Zhao was actually a kind-hearted person, but she was just a little bit of a mouthful.

One day at noon, there were a lot of customers in the store, and I was very busy, when three men walked in, two in police uniforms, and one in a black coat, I thought they were here for lunch, so I greeted them warmly.

"Good afternoon, officers and gentlemen, may I ask if it is a meal or a takeout?" As is customary, I hold a small notebook in my hand and prepare to record the menu.

"FBI, is the boss here?" The plainclothes police officer directly showed his ID and police badge.

"Yes, please follow me." I wonder what the police officer is looking for Aunt Zhao? Take them to the back kitchen, because Aunt Zhao will help in the back kitchen when the store is busy.

"Aunt Zhao, there is a police officer looking for you." I said to Aunt Zhao.

"Got it." Aunt Zhao's expression sank, wiped her hands and walked over.

"I'm an FBI agent, are you Jerry's mother?" The FBI agent showed the police badge and ID card again, showed Aunt Zhao and asked.

"Yes, may I ask if my son is messing with something?" Aunt Zhao asked a little anxiously.

"Your son is currently wanted by the police on suspicion of a drug case, if he contacts you, please notify us immediately." The agent said in a deep voice.

"What? A drug case? "Aunt Zhao shook her body and almost fainted, but I quickly helped her with my hand next to her.

"If he can turn himself in and confess to the mastermind, I can ask the judge for leniency, after all, he is not the main culprit." The FBI agent took a business card out of his pocket, put it down on the table, turned around and left with two officers.

After the police officer left, I helped Aunt Zhao to sit on the chair, her face was red and looked like she had high blood pressure, I quickly went to the bar to help her bring blood pressure medicine, and brought her a glass of water, she was much better after taking the medicine, but her face was still not good, I think it was mostly caused by anger.

I heard Fang Tao mention Aunt Zhao's son Zhao Rui, he gave himself the English name Jerry, he is in his early thirties, he is idle all day, and he joined a Chinese gang last year, I think this time he must have nothing to do with the gang.

"I'm fine, you go get busy." Aunt Zhao whispered to me, I think she really needs to be alone now.