Full-time student master

Chapter 191 The Sensitive Feng Ya

Back in Brooklyn, Qin Tian already had some calculations in his mind. He decided to go to the shooting range. After all, living with Jia Mingliang is not a long-term solution.

So he called the old man Marbury, and when he heard that Qin Tian agreed, the old man Marbury was very happy.

The next day, Qin Tian packed his luggage, got into the Ford car, and Jia Mingliang drove him to the shooting range.

The location of the shooting range is very unique. It is next to a highway, and the sea is about two kilometers away from the shooting range.

And this place is very barren, and the nearest place to the shooting range is a waste car processing plant.

There is also a place five kilometers away from here, there is a landfill, where there are many poor Americans, or people who smuggle in there to pick up waste.

Homicides often occur in this dump, but the police rarely intervene.

The direction on the other side is the direction of New York City. The nearest place to buy food is about ten kilometers away.

So these veterans who live in the shooting range will go out collectively every week to buy enough food for a week.

Qin Tian was placed in the nearest house by Marbury, and there were about four rooms between the old man who lived closest to Qin Tian and his room.

Marbury said this, "Young people, especially those who can play with guns like you, will definitely be liked by many girls."

Only then did Qin Tian understand Marbury's intentions. If so, Qin Tian's tossing around in this room would not affect other people.

It's also out of protection of his privacy. Thinking of this, Qin Tian has a little liking for this old American man.

Feng Ya went shopping in the morning and came back very late. As soon as she entered the door, she yelled, "Qin Tian came out, my mother bought some clothes for you today, do you want to come out and see if they fit?"

Jia Mingliang came down from the second floor and stood at the corner of the stairs, and said, "He's gone! I helped him get the right to stay in immigration, why are you serious about her?"

Feng Ya's face darkened, and she said, "Where did you go?"

Jia Mingliang scratched his head and said, "The shooting range!"

Feng Ya put a few shopping bags on the ground, "This is my stuff, take it to the house for me." Yan Bi turned and walked out.

Jia Mingliang frowned and came down the stairs, shouting, "What are you doing?"

Feng Ya shouted without knowing it, "Go to the shooting range!"

"Really!" Jia Mingliang heard the words and shouted, "Is it not enough to have me?"

Feng Ya turned her head and frowned at him, and said, "You know my problem, can you satisfy my hobby alone? I mean, if it wasn't for you and I have known each other since childhood, I wouldn't let a stranger People like me. And Qin Tian is so handsome, I like it very much!"

Jia Mingliang had no choice, so he called the black driver and said, "Come with her!"

The black driver nodded and did not speak. The Ford quickly caught up with Feng Ya.

The black driver shouted to Feng Ya who was walking in front, "Miss, get in the car, I'll take you there!"

Jia Mingliang couldn't help shaking his head when he saw Feng Ya getting into the car, but he thought in his heart, girl, if this illness of yours hadn't been curable, I wouldn't have done it either!
Feng Yade's disease is very rare in the whole world, but her symptoms are very mild. Except for the female patient in England, even if someone speaks a little loudly, she will feel extremely happy.

Feng Ya, on the other hand, only when she hears the music she likes, can she involuntarily feel happy and show signs of loss of strength.

Many people may have thought that she is a personality/addiction/addict/patient, but her unique addiction is music, just like the woman in the UK, her addiction is vibration.

It is also because of this that Feng Ya seldom listens to music, but there is a saying that black people are born for music.

The same is true for the big black man driving the car, but Feng Ya hates that kind of loud black rap.

But when the car drove out of Brooklyn and headed out of the city, the black driver seemed bored, so he asked, "Miss, can I play some music?"

Feng Ya was very vigilant when she heard the words, but she still said, "I don't mind if it's rap!"

The big black man grinned and said, "Black people just love to hear and sing!"

Then a loud and monotonous rhythm sounded, and the black man followed the rhythm of the music and began to sing like a rapper.

In fact, most rap songs in the United States are full of swear words and insults. This is also a way for blacks to express their depression. With simple melodies and catchy lyrics, rap has gradually become popular in the United States.

But Feng Ya didn't like it, but frowned and looked out the car window, wondering what she was thinking.

When they arrived at the shooting range, the row of wooden houses looked so lonely and quiet under a dim yellow headlight, and even smelled like a haunted house in a horror movie.

When the car arrived at the parking lot in front of the house, Feng Ya got out of the car with big and small shopping bags, and then walked towards the hall.

The black driver followed behind, and he saw the old man in Oman who was still sitting outside the door. The old man was holding a double-barreled shotgun in his hand, and looked at Feng Ya with narrowed eyes with a red nose.

Suddenly he laughed and yelled into the inside, "New Asian kid, your girlfriend is here!"

Qin Tian was arranging firearms in the warehouse of the shooting range. When he heard what the old man Aman said, he put down the gun in his hand and walked out without frowning.

When Feng Ya heard old man Oman say that, she didn't feel disgusted, but said to old man Oman with a smile, "Thank you, grandpa veteran!"

The old man in Oman rarely saw young people smiling so politely. Because of the special culture of the United States, the son could directly call Lao Tzu by his name, and even fought with his father for some trivial matters.

Therefore, compared with the residents of the United States, the Chinese people appear to be very peaceful and polite.

Qin Tian walked slowly to the hall with a rag full of engine oil in his hand, and saw Feng Ya standing in the hall at a glance.

When he saw the shopping bag in Feng Ya's hand, he couldn't help frowning and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"The clothes I bought for you, let's go and try them on in your room!" Feng Ya said while pulling Qin Tian's arm.

At this moment, the old man Marbury nodded, and then smiled very mysteriously. It felt like, boy, we all understand, don't be shy!
Qin Tian had no choice but to smile wryly, and went to his room just like that.

Qin Tian just came to this room today. During the day, he tidied up and repaired the broken water pipe in the bathroom, and then drove to a supermarket ten kilometers away to buy daily necessities such as Beilu.

It was already night after finishing all the work, but Qin Tian didn't rush to rest, but plunged into the warehouse to clean the guns inside.

I have to say that this shooting range is really old, and there are many old-fashioned guns in it, and the number of guns makes Qin Tian speechless, because this place is simply an arms warehouse.

Arming an army of 700 men with the guns here shouldn't be much of a problem.

And now Qin Tian is in his room, being forced by Feng Ya to try on several sets of clothes.

At the same time, the black driver who was waiting outside was bored and chatted with Oman instead.

I don't know what the black driver said, but Oman was very happy and said to the black driver, "Son, you look like an Asian to me. You have a hardworking nature, unlike other blacks who are lazy and stupid. "

The black driver smiled slightly, but did not refute, but as the night approached, the black driver became a little anxious.

Aman said suddenly, "You should live here today! That beautiful girl will spend the night here today!"

The black driver showed a noncommittal smile and said, "If this is the case, I can only sleep in the car!"

Oman showed an angry expression when he heard the words, "Boy, I'm not a stingy person. We have a place to live here. You can stay with me at night. I have a sofa in my room, and of course my shotgun. I want to share with you." Talk more."

The black driver nodded, "Okay! My father fought in Vietnam, we can say that!"

"Vietnam War! If it's this topic, we can talk about it, because I am against the Vietnam War!" Aman said, standing up, shaking the bottle in his hand, and then asked, "Green brand whiskey, 80 years old Oh! Would you like a glass?"

The black driver looked back at the parked car very politely, and said, "I want to drive, the law stipulates that you can't drive for 24 hours after drinking alcohol!"

Oman nodded appreciatively, "It's really strange, black people like you are rare, let alone black people in America, even white people are starting to become stupid!"

The black driver smiled noncommittally, and at this time Oman waved at him, tilted his head slightly, and said, "Boy, lock your car and come in!"

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When the last oversized shopping bag was opened and a guitar was exposed, Qin Tian looked at it with some doubts.

When Feng Ya saw the guitar, she slapped her head and cried secretly, "I forgot to put it down!" In fact, Feng Ya bought this guitar for herself, because sometimes when she wants it, she can simply Play some of your favorite melodies to let yourself reach the peak of that pleasure!

But Qin Tian picked it up, plucked the strings lightly, and a few not-so-standard notes floated out, but Feng Ya's whole body trembled, her face turned red instantly, and she unconsciously put her hands on the wall .

But Qin Tian's attention was on the guitar. At this moment, he lowered his head and tuned the strings, and asked, "Did you buy this for yourself?"

Feng Ya's cheeks were flushed, and she gave a soft "hmm".

Qin Tian still didn't raise his head, and said, "I learned Ruan from my mother when I was young. It's a traditional Chinese musical instrument. Its tone is very similar to that of a guitar, so I'm very sensitive to the tone of this type of instrument. The third string and above of this guitar The timbre is not right. Let me adjust it for you!"

As Qin Tian played a few more notes, Feng Ya almost fell to the ground. Beads of sweat began to appear on her head, as if the room was very hot.

Soon Qin Tian adjusted the guitar. He wanted to try the timbre of the guitar, so he thought of a song. He couldn't remember when he heard it. The name seemed to be "A River Against the Flow".

Then the simple melody came out, and Qin Tian looked down at the strings, because this was the first time he played the song. After choosing the melody, he just lowered his head and sang.

"What does the mottled night say

who can tell me how to choose
Whenever I think of the moment of separation

Sadness flows against the river
Who does the warmth you give belong to..."

But Feng Ya has already squatted down at this moment, her whole body trembling and her face blushing, she looks at Qin Tian with bewildered eyes, and her breathing becomes heavy following Qin Tian's singing.

(End of this chapter)