The bamboo forest rustled, accompanied by the sound of silk strings, the pink walls and tiles in front of the front, the small bridge and flowing water, the pavilions in the distance, the cloister turned, the winding path was quiet, and Jack sitting in the water pavilion held the blue and white porcelain tea cup, and the whole person had fallen into a stupor.

He was invited to the Reagan family for a weekend dinner with Hannah, who had just returned from Miami, and ended up eating a meal of British fish and chips at noon, and when he was speechless, Danny organized an afternoon tea.

Although Jack didn't quite understand what afternoon tea to drink in the Arboretum Garden on Staten Island, he couldn't resist the hospitality, so he followed the family here.

What he never expected was that there would be a small Soviet-style garden hidden in this botanical garden.

When Jack stepped into the small round arch, he noticed that something was wrong when he saw the three clear gilt traditional Chinese characters written on the door plaque "Jixing Garden", and when he reacted, it was as if he had crossed again, and he was in an antique poetic and picturesque feeling.

"This was recommended to me by my dad and he said I was too hot-tempered and that the environment here was perfect for me and allowed me to. Belch. Become peaceful, Jack? Jack! Are you okay? ”

After saying this, Danny saw that Jack seemed to be petrified and did not react, and subconsciously called twice.

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine, it's just that I haven't drunk this real Chinese green tea for a long time, and I miss it a little. ”

Not only is it nostalgia, Jack's tears are about to fall, not only the fragrant Longjing tea, everything in front of him makes him have the illusion of returning to his previous life, as if all these years of experience have become a dream, and now he just woke up from a dream.

However, the brown-haired foreign devil sitting next to him quickly brought him back to reality, and Hannah, who was walking towards this side not far away, wearing a plain pink Song Hanfu, with blonde hair pulled up into a bun and a small fan in his hand, almost made him laugh.

Watching her crookedly walk to the gazebo by the pond with small broken steps, her stiff hands crossed and walked a blessing, Jack's grinning mouth couldn't close for a long time, this toned Texas chick was wearing a bandeau top, a gown and a long pleated skirt, which really made people have a sense of dislocation like Lin Daiyu uprooting the weeping willows.

Linda also put on a Ming-style phoenix crown and xia veil, as if she was going to marry again, dressed in red, and it was not too hot under the sun.

Perhaps it is to promote Chinese culture, not simply providing some Hanfu for visitors to take pictures, but a very professional stylist to provide a full set of makeup, and also teach some etiquette knowledge.

Although the culture is not connected, the environment does affect people, and between this quiet rockery pavilion, even Danny, who has always been a big grin, involuntarily lowered his voice when he spoke.

"Daddy's advice seems to be very good, and I feel like I'm a lot calmer."

"This place should come more often in the future." Jack muttered.

Although the two of them talked about each other, they were not the same thing at all, but they unexpectedly coincided.

After spending an afternoon in the small but small Soviet-style Soviet-style garden in the Staten Island Botanical Garden, Jack also heard some interesting anecdotes about the "Paradote Garden".

This small garden, which covers an area of only more than 4,000 square meters, took 13 years to finally complete due to financial problems, and it is His Excellency the President who is now particularly fond of wearing a red tie.

For a moment, Jack even doubted whether some of the rumors he heard in his previous life were true, could it be that this was really his own person? ——

Hannah seems to have been obsessed with cross-dressing lately, and after returning from Staten Island, she has bought a lot of strange costumes, today she is the plump lady of my Tang Dynasty, and tomorrow she will become the shrine witch of the island country of Dongying, and she has a lot of fun.

Knowing that she is usually a half-house girl who loves to play games, Jack is also happy to enjoy the benefits, and he personally thinks that although the improved Tang costume Hanfu is good-looking, it is too complicated to wear, and it is still a yukata from an island country that is fun, and it can be pulled lightly.

But God didn't seem to see this guy living too comfortably, and when he was summoned into Dana Moge's office by a phone call one morning, and met someone he didn't expect, he knew that trouble was coming.

Michael Weston, who still has two inconspicuous scars on his neck, sat opposite the female boss, crossed his legs, and looked leisurely and leisurely.

Hasn't this guy been removed from the CIA? Jack was slightly stunned before he connected the guy in front of him with the guy who was dragged out of the Humvee by himself, clutching his neck and dying.

"Hey, isn't this my dear savior? It's been a long time since I've seen the old man. Michael, whose voice had become slightly hoarse, saw Jack, jumped up from the couch and gave him a sincere hug.

Jack pulled the guy's arm away with a slight awkwardness, and pulled the guy's head like an experienced surgeon to the left and left, "You're completely recovered?" It seems that the vocal cords are somewhat damaged. ”

"Ahem. Stop it. Knowing that he was deliberately manipulating himself, Michael quickly slapped his paw away, but still thanked him gratefully.

"Thanks to you, my attending doctor said that if I hadn't been treated in time, even if I had survived, I might not have been able to speak again in this life, but now my voice has changed, and the girls say that I am simply a living Kenny Rogers (famous American country singer)."

"It's okay." Jack stretched out his hand to ask the out-of-character CIA to sit down again, and smiled back at the female boss who seemed to be looking at two big boys who didn't grow up.

"So, are you CIA going to deal with some big drug lord in New York again?" Jack asked.

"You're half right." Michael pulled out a large file bag from his back and handed it to Jack, "I'm going to Morocco soon, this time I'm just here to run errands, the Department of Defense has a mission, needs a reliable liaison, and the SEAL Six team selected you." ”

"Walt" Jack took the file bag with a confused expression, did not open it immediately, but turned his head to look at Dana Moge, his face full of question marks.

"Don't look at me like that, in fact I just received this news, only 20 minutes before you." The female boss Nunu gestured that the information was in his hands, and she didn't know what the specific task was.

To be honest, Jack didn't really want to open this file bag, and it was obviously impossible to refuse after reading it, but Michael's mouth about the seals piqued his interest again, and he didn't know many people in the SEAL Team 6, well, in fact, only the B team led by Jason Hayes.

If it was really Jason Hayes who asked him for help, Jack had no reason to refuse.

(End of chapter)