Zhang Wen took the ticket and found his room, and Da Hei nested on the floor of the room obediently.

Lift anchor and sail the boat.

Huge passenger ships cut through the wind and waves and sailed to another continent.

At night, the icy sea breeze blows.

On the sparkling water, occasionally a fish jumps up, and then a fierce man plunges underwater.

The passenger ship was fairly well configured, and most of the people on board were bearded merchants.

Zhang Wen went to the restaurant and found a place to sit down.

"Are you mistaken, are you bullying us? How dare you sell a dozen pieces of meat for such a little meat? A middle-aged woman pointed to the steak on a plate and complained to the waiter.

The foreigner waiter keeps smiling, and it is basic to understand the two Chinese languages in this business.

"This is our steak, and it's delicious, ma'am."

"Don't call me Madam, you should call me Grandma by age!" The woman said, "Also, I only know a dozen yuan, enough to buy a cow in the countryside, and you only give such a small amount of beef here." ”

"Mom, what's wrong?" A man in a suit came up and asked.

"It's this person, seeing that I'm old and wants to fool me, I obviously said that there is the cheapest dish, he said that the steak is the cheapest, but this is not a chop, such a little meat, it costs more than a dozen pieces!" She worried: "Son, you said that you made a lot of money in America, do you have to eat such expensive things every day, and you can't eat enough?" ”

"Mom, he served the wrong dish, you wait for me to have a good chat with him." The man hugged the foreigner waiter and whispered a few words, and the foreigner waiter nodded.

"Sorry ma'am, I made a mistake." The foreign waiter said apologetically: "I'll change it right away." ”

Others can't hear it, but Zhang Wen hears it clearly.

The man was filial, and after giving the consumption, he told the waiter to admit that he had made a mistake, and that there would be a sumptuous dinner later, and that his mother must be satisfied, and that he would have a hearty meal every day.

"Mom, I still have business to discuss, you wait here for a while, I'll go first." The man said.

"Go, go, go!"

The middle-aged and elderly woman waved her hand: "I really don't know how much money I can make every day." ”

After a while, the waiter came over and gave her two identical dishes, one to her and the other to Zhang Wen.

The two tables were not far apart, and she nodded with satisfaction when she saw them and said, "That's right, I'll just say how can a dozen pieces of meat be such a small piece of meat, sir, these foreigners are really good at deceiving people." ”

The latter sentence she said to Zhang Wen.

"Yes," Zhang Wen nodded.

"Sir, are you going to America on business?"

"A friend invited me to come over for a while." Zhang Wen said.

She nodded, but said with some disapproval: "If you want me to see America is not as good as our own country, many people there say that America makes money, signed a contract to work as a laborer, and has not come back for many years." ”

Zhang Wen replied from time to time and nodded, that's it, she was still chatting energetically.

It may be that the whole ship is almost full of foreigners, and she can't speak herself, so she is very kind to Zhang Wen.

Back in the room, Zhang Wen put the food on the ground, got up, and happily nibbled on the raw meat steak.

He glanced at the motionless Immortal Cover, stretched out the umbrella, and placed it on the table.

Xiaoyun didn't appear, and Zhang Wen knew that she should be invisible and didn't want to be seen.

Shaking his head, Zhang Wen sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated.

For the next period of time, Zhang Wen sat on the bed every day and meditated, or picked purple air from the east in the morning, or bathed in the moonlight late at night, and the time was slowly postponed.

The ship sailed on the sea for dozens of days and finally docked.

Rao is Zhang Wen is steel and iron bones, and he also feels that his legs and feet are weak, and he stepped on the solid cement floor, as if he was in another world.

Carrying a suitcase, leading a dog, and carrying a paper umbrella out of the dock.

It just so happened that the middle-aged and elderly lady I had seen on the boat came out with her son.

"In the car?" The rickshaw driver trotted over and asked.

The son said, "Two cars"

Immediately, another rickshaw driver pulled the cart and came over: "Please get in the car, where do you want to go?" ”

"177 Brick Street"

The middle-aged and elderly lady raised her head in surprise and said, "Why does America also worship Guanyin?" What a big statue of Guanyin! Son, hurry up and say goodbye, let Guanyin bless you with a prosperous business. ”

The rickshaw driver looked up at her gaze and smiled helplessly: "That's not Guanyin, it's the Statue of Liberty." ”

"What god?"

In the middle of the argument, the two rickshaws had already run away.

Zhang Wen also glanced up at the Statue of Liberty holding the torch.

"Sir, are you in a car?"

A rickshaw came up to Zhang Wen and asked.

"yes." Zhang Wen nodded: "Is there a convenient place to live?" ”

The rickshaw driver nodded again and again: "Of course there is, we help our own people, you get in the car and sit down!" ”

The car pulled Zhang Wen through the crowd.

It took a while before it stopped.

"Overseas compatriots, if necessary, will come here, let's help our own people!" The coachman said to Zhang Wen.

Zhang Wen turned his head to look.

Among the many Western-style buildings, this is a rare Chinese-style building.

Red tiles, wooden columns.

There are two stone lions at the door, if he is not in a foreign land, Zhang Wen will mistakenly think that he is still in China, standing in front of a restaurant full of hometown atmosphere somewhere.

Looking up, the door plaque has three big characters.

"Chung Hwa Building"

It's all yellow people who come and go.

There are also people who wear braids, but they no longer shave their hair, and it is messy.

"It's hard work!"

Zhang Wen gave the money and led the big black dog into the Zhonghua Building together.

The shopkeeper was wearing a coat and myopic glasses, and when he saw Zhang Wen entering the door, he smiled and said, "Sir, do you live in the hotel?" ”

"Stay for a day, and I'd like to ask where this address is."

Zhang Wen handed the position on the bearded letter to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper took a look at it and said, "This place is not far away, you go out to find the rickshaw driver, they can find it." ”

"Thank you."

"The room is open for you, please go upstairs, turn right, there is a house number."

Zhang Wen took the sign upstairs and took the boat for dozens of days, although he was fine, he felt very tired and needed to take a bath urgently.

The first thing he did when he entered the door, he opened his umbrella: "Xiaoyun, we have arrived at the place, you can take a stroll around." ”

There is still no response, Zhang Wen has long been used to it, and it is estimated that she is still in doubt about her self-worth.

Zhang Wen went behind the screen, undressed and prepared to take a shower.

"Ahh

As soon as he took off his shirt, screams came from behind him.

Xiaoyun covered his eyes and squatted on the ground with a blushing face.

"What are you doing hiding in the bathroom?"

"I, I want to find a place to hide......"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Zhang Wen found that Xiaoyun seemed to have become a little different, not as quiet as before, but he couldn't say exactly what the changes were.

"You wash it yourself slowly, I'll go out first."

Looking at the little cloud that hurriedly floated out, Zhang Wen smiled: "Finally no longer invisible." ”

"Oops, hurry up and wash it, I'm tired to death!"

After taking a shower, Zhang Wen changed his clothes and came out, and found Xiaoyun holding his chin and sitting on the window.

He lay on the bed, and after taking a shower, his pajamas grew thicker.

Suddenly, I heard Xiaoyun ask, "Are you really immortal?" ”

"Not yet, but definitely in the future." Zhang Wen turned over: "I'm afraid of death." ”

Xiaoyun didn't speak again, and the umbrella closed automatically.

Zhang Wen looked at the closed umbrella, smiled slightly, and lay down again.

The magic weapon will not grow old or die, only if Zhang Wen does not die, the immortal cover will not change hands.