During my time studying in the United States, I met a very special person, Mrs. Driess, who lived in a villa not far from me, and I could often see her coming back from abroad. Her shadow is like our Chinese wife in the 80s, both simple and solemn, leaving a deep impression on people. Mrs. Dries lived in a villa. There are as many villas here as we rent in China, and there are not many people living in the villas. There are only two or three people in the huge houses, some only one person lives, and the owner of the house is often not at home. Many of the villas are rented to other people, but the rent is very cheap. I stayed at a friend's house in the United States, so I didn't have to pay for it. Mrs. Delis's house is a medium luxury villa. In front of this villa is a 10-meter-wide road, and on the other side of the road is an American birch forest. The house is still some distance from the oil road, and there is a green lawn in between. In the middle of the lawn is a gravel path that leads to the main entrance to the courtyard of the villa. Mrs. Dries loved nothing more than to walk along the gravel road and watch the green flowers on the lawn.

Rural America is not the same as China, especially Florida. There are all kinds of houses, there are pavilions, antique buildings with cornices and dragons, and some imitation European buildings. In Florida, USA, there are many such villages. Each village is connected by a black, shiny oil road. In terms of house design and landscaping, professional technicians in the United States have designed them quite well. Including the inner room structure and the garden flowers. On the appearance of the villa, they designed a variety of shapes, pavilions, cliffs, cornices, painted beams and carved buildings, the shapes are really numerous, of course, more modern popular buildings. Rural America is very quiet, with no chickens and dogs barking, and no rumbling tractors. The woods next to the house were also quiet, and some birds were just flying around in the depths of the woods, lest they disturb the peaceful world. The owners of these houses all work in the city and drive home in their cars at night.

Mrs. Dries has two daughters, the eldest of whom is in business in France and rarely returns once a year; The youngest daughter studied at Cambridge University in England and has not been back for two years. Usually the two daughters just call home, and nothing else. This made Mrs. Dries very sad. Still, the phone calls from the two daughters were a little comforting to Mrs. Driess. Mrs. Dries has been widowed since her husband died in a traffic accident six years ago. Usually she is alone at home. Rural America is not as crowded as China's rural areas, and you can go from house to house. Looking at the luxurious villas, I thought that there were many people living in them, but in fact, it was difficult to see people playing at home during the day. In the United States, almost all people in rural areas work outside the home. Most rural Americans do not farm, and only a few large farms are dedicated to food production. Most of the villages near the hills and rivers have villas for people to live in. The rural environment of the United States is very good, with green trees, small bridges and flowing water, all kinds of flower clusters, beautiful, and the green area is as high as 90%.

Mrs. Dries had become melancholy since her husband's death, and she quit her job and stayed at home every day, looking at the flowers and plants, and occasionally doing embroidery. Embroider some classical Chinese paintings or something. She seems to be interested in China's history. There are always some Chinese historical figures in the embroidery or something. Mrs. Dries did not know how to embroider. He learned embroidery after his husband died, bored with a Chinese nanny. This nanny was originally the maid of her family, and she showed off her hand in embroidery. Mrs. Dries liked it very much, and she learned it. Mrs. Dries was very kind, and often gossiped with the servant, and regarded her as if she were her own relative. Sometimes guests come to the house and ask the nanny to eat with them. The nanny, a Taiwanese from China, came to the United States with her husband in her early years to earn a living, and when her husband died of illness, she came to Mrs. Delis's house several times, and worked for ten years. Therefore, she formed a deep bond with the family.

Mrs. Dries had no relatives in the place, except two friends, a colleague of her husband's and a classmate of her in secondary school. Colleagues and classmates often came to her house to see her in the first year after her husband's death, but then they came less. One is that she is busy with work, and the other is that Mrs. Delith has a very withdrawn personality and does not have much language. Mrs. Dries didn't notice anything, and her friends came when they came, and they didn't come to forget it. Sometimes she is also very depressed, especially after the nanny leaves, her mood becomes very depressed, and she often mutters to the skylight why no one comes to the house? After a long time, she is still a little nervous, and often goes alone to sing in the woods next to the villa.

Handingburgh was the nephew of Mrs. Driess and arguably her stepson. Two years ago, her brother, who lives in South Florida, called her out of the blue and said he wanted to see her one last time. Hearing this, Mrs. Dries was stunned for a long time, this is her only brother! On the same day, she asked the nanny to buy her a ticket to her brother's house.

The next day, Mrs. Dries went to her brother's house. Seeing her brother's shape like a withered tree, like encountering death, her heart was a little broken. Over the years, the two families have suffered the same misfortune, and neither has been able to soothe each other's wounded hearts. When the brother saw her coming, he did not complain to her, but made a request to her with his last breath: he wanted to put his son Mark Murphy. Handingburgh passed on to her. He feared that Handinburgh was still young, unemployed, and unsettled. Over the years, because of his illness, he has spent all his savings, not to mention, and he owes some foreign debts, and his son will definitely be helpless after his death. Mrs. Dries listened to her brother's request with tears in her eyes, and she was not surprised. In the United States, there is often a folk custom that children who cannot afford to raise themselves can be passed on to their relatives or friends. There is no age limit for adoption in the United States. So, Mrs. Delith's brother, Mark . It was perfectly legal for Boro to pass on his eighteen-year-old son to her. Mark. Boro used to have a happy family, but everything changed after he suffered a brain tumor, and his wife, Alyssa, left him with a rich man, and he has not been heard from since. After that, he quit his nanny, and only he and his son were left in the family, because they could no longer work, their source of livelihood was also cut off, and their savings were spent day by day, and life became more and more difficult. Although he knew that it was a shame to pass on his children to others, he was forced by the situation. Boro still decided to pass on the child to his sister.

The next day, Mark. Boro was admitted to the hospital for the last time, and on the second day of his hospitalization, he left his dearest son and sister forever.....

When Mrs. Dries returned from her brother's house, her expression became more and more melancholy, and she could not eat for many days. She thought of her husband who died young, of her brother who had just left her, of her two daughters who had not returned for many years, and of the changes in her family in recent years, and the more she thought about it, the more sad she became.

Handinburgh came to his aunt's house in the third month after Mrs. Deliss returned. Previously, he had been admitted to several universities in Florida and had to give up his studies. He has a hobby, and that is to drive. During his time at school, he participated in various racing events organized by the school, and won the first prize every time. This time, my biggest wish when I came to my aunt's house was to hope that my aunt would buy him a car. But his aunt rejected him, saying that he was too young to do his job. He had no choice but to give up. But a month later, by chance, he owned a small car, and it was a luxury car worth 180,000 US dollars. It turned out that on his second weekend at his aunt's house, he happened to see on television that Florida was going to hold a race show, and the jackpot winner would receive a $180,000 Chrysler and a $50,000 prize. Seeing the news, Handingburgh jumped with excitement. The next day, he took the registration fee given to him by his aunt to participate in this competition, but he did not expect to win the car of his dreams. Ever since he had a car, he drove it out for a walk every day and came back humming a little song. Mrs. Delis looked at him with joy, and some of the dark clouds in her heart dissipated a lot. She also sometimes travels with Handingburgh to nearby attractions.

I met Handinburgh in one afternoon. I remember coming out of the University of Florida that afternoon and I happened to see him drive past me in his car. He drove very slowly, I noticed him, and he noticed me. He sat in the car and snapped his fingers at me, and I waved knowingly, but I didn't expect him to stop the car. He slid out the window and poked his head out of the car smiling at me, shouting, "Dude, what are you doing?" I was stunned for a moment and replied, "Waiting for bus!" And smiled at him. He smiled, got out of the car, threw my luggage in the car, and asked me to get in with him.

Handingburgh was a skilled driver, navigating through the traffic, and in a moment he left the car that was still in front behind. I looked at his smug look and asked, "How long have you been driving?" When I asked him how long he had been driving, I was incredulous about his answer. In China, you are not allowed to drive under the age of eighteen, and it is amazing that he has such good driving skills just over the age of eighteen. I gave him a thumbs up, and he was even more proud.

We had fifty or sixty miles back. He wasn't going fast, contrary to my previous assumptions that he would drag home. He told me that the radar system in the United States is so advanced that no matter who is racing or where, the police will come to the door very quickly, and then it will be miserable. He also said that even if there was no police officer, he would not drag racing, and that he did not race in terms of speed, but in terms of skill. I was amused and laughed and said that his consciousness was really high. He was even happier, and he started talking to me. For a while, we became good friends who talked about everything. He talked to me about himself, and about his aunt. It was at this time that I became acquainted with Mrs. Dries.

As the sun had just set, Handingburgh and I returned to our accommodation. Originally, I wanted to go straight back to the villa, but Handingburgh insisted that I go to his aunt's house, but I couldn't resist him so I had to go. His aunt was surprised to see him bring back a young Chinese, and asked him a long list of who I was from, where I came from, how I met, and so on. I stood there at a loss for what to do, and hurriedly greeted Mrs. Driess. In the United States, the best way to meet an older person is to say hello and then introduce yourself. Americans, especially older people, prefer people who respect themselves the most. Mrs. Dries saw that I looked polite, and the different face just now was much relieved. She looked me up and down, then at Handingburgh, who nodded at him before she said to me, please come in. When Handinburgh saw that his aunt acquiesced in my arrival, he introduced me to her and ushered me into the house, and then made me a glass of ice water for me to sit down and talk to him.

I can't see that Handinburgh is a very talkative person, and he is also a fan of China, especially Chinese martial arts. He said that Chinese Tai Chi and Shaolin martial arts are the best kung fu in the world, and I laughed when I heard it, and told him that Chinese martial arts are good at overcoming rigidity with softness and strengthening the body for the purpose, and it is not as domineering as Japanese judo, nor as fierce as your American fighting. After listening to my description, Handingburgh thought that I was also a kung fu fan, and insisted on pulling me to teach him some Chinese punches and kicks. I couldn't help it, so I had to learn how to make a few comparisons to him on TV, and he laughed happily before I returned to the villa where I lived.

The next day, as soon as I woke up, I heard someone ring the doorbell. I had lived here for more than a year, and no one had ever been here so early, and I opened the door in my thoughts, only to see a smiling and childish face, which turned out to be Handingburgh. When Handingburgh saw me coming out, he hurriedly said good morning to me, with a smile on his face, and then he said that he wanted me to continue teaching him Chinese kung fu. I was afraid of ruining his interest, so I gave him a few Tai Chi poses and asked him to go back and practice by himself, and then told him that I still had to go to school today and teach him when I was free. Actually, I just don't seem to understand this, but I'm just putting on a show.

School life is monotonous and complicated, but since I got to know Handingburgh, the days have become richer, and every day I can see a lively and happy face, which seems to bring something to people. After some time, Mrs. Dries saw that I was on good terms with Handingburgh, and on a weekend evening she offered to come to my place and invite me to their dinner. In the United States, it is a great honor to be invited to dinner, which shows that the person who invited you has a very good impression of you. There were only four people at the dinner, Mrs. Delis, Handingburgh, their nanny, and me, and the Taiwanese nanny was still at their house. But a few days after I went that day, someone from the nanny's family came to take her back and enjoy the blessings. I sighed that after half my life in a foreign country, it was time to go back, and it was time to sit down and rest.

After the nanny was gone, Mrs. Dries was once again gloomy, and she had to cook her own breakfast, lunch and dinner every day, and whenever Handinburgh went out, she felt that the whole house was like a basement, deserted. She tried to go for a walk in the woods outside, but the sound of the leaves in the woods was like thousands of small insects crawling in her ears, and she felt an inexplicable sense of fear. She had no choice but to return to the villa and close the windows and composite doors. The furniture and murals in the house are luxurious and magnificent, but the beauty of the place does not seem to hide the melancholy in her. She tossed and turned in the room, pacing up and down the room, as if she was thinking about something, but she couldn't tell what she was thinking. Outside the villa the scenery was beautiful, the birds were noisy, and the countryside was both the bustle of Victoria Harbour and the tranquility of XSBN, but Mrs. Dries seemed not interested in all this, and walked up and down the house with her hands cut like a seventy-year-old man.

As we entered October, I had fewer classes and more time to go out. In order to reduce the burden on my family, I wanted to find a temporary job in Florida to work and study. So, I came to the state's most well-known talent market. I was wandering around the market, looking for a job that suited me, and as I walked, I suddenly saw a job posting: I was old and had no relatives to take care of, and I wanted to hire a nanny who could do housework to take care of my daily life, regardless of age. The payment is 278 Carrasga Township, Florida, Mark. Delis. The town of Carrasga? Number 278? Delis? An association immediately came to my mind, what a familiar name! I wanted to ask if this Deliz lived next to me, but I thought that there were more people with this name in the United States, so I didn't ask, and I didn't want to be a babysitter.

I went around the job market and didn't find a job that suited me. I walked back a little frustrated, and when I got around the corner, I unconsciously looked up and saw the message again. How is it Deliss again? Could it be Delis, who lives next door to me? While thinking, he walked into the personnel office.

When I came out of the Personnel Office, I suddenly had an inexplicable premonition that during my trip to the United States, I might form an indissoluble bond with this old American lady, and in fact, in the days that followed, I did have an extraordinary relationship with her, including her family, her house, and everything in her environment.

Soon after I arrived at Mrs. Dries's house, my life quickly became linked to them. Mrs. Driss was very kind and often took care of the household with me. Sometimes he would go with me to the nearby woods to pick wild fruits and flowers, and then put them in pots. Handingburgh sometimes comes to tease around.

In October, due to the confluence of the warm Gulf Stream and the cold Canadian Current, Florida began to receive more rain. I saw another natural scene here, in that golden autumn in Florida, there is no Chinese golden autumn sun and dry air, but only continuous like China's spring rain, this rain is half a month, and it is every day, every day, every day, every day, the woods outside the villa do not turn yellow because of the arrival of the season, on the contrary, because of the moisture of the rain but become green, delicate and lovely.

Being in a foreign country, without the care of relatives, always felt lonely, but since arriving at Mrs. Delis's house, everything seems to have changed. The kindness of Mrs. Dress's family was a great relief to me, a foreigner. I felt the warmth of home and the harmony that peace brings.

Every day after finishing my housework, I sat on the balcony upstairs with Mrs. Deliss and listened to her tell the extraordinary story of her life. "People are always living ordinary, people are always struggling extraordinary, and people are always pursuing towards the established goal." Mrs. Driss repeated the remark, and with a solemn look in her eyes, she got up and walked to the ledge, put her hand on the railing, and looked at .......

The following year, when I had almost finished my studies and was preparing to return home, I suddenly noticed that Mrs. Driss and her nephew Hendinburgh were watching me from afar, and the farewell hand had not fallen, and my eyes suddenly welled up with tears in my eyes......

Two months later, I received a letter from the United States signed by Handinburgh, which read: Brother Twilight, how are you doing, my aunt and I miss you very much..... can you come back to the United States? Do you still think about us in China? …… I couldn't stand it anymore, but tears welled up in my eyes again......