Reborn sparrow becomes phoenix

Chapter 132 Don't Like Boys Younger Than Me

Xingye opened his eyes and looked at the watch and it was still six o'clock. It seemed that his biological clock was really strong, and he could adapt to the change of jet lag. It was already dawn outside. Xingye thought of the benefits of Taijiquan that Mr. He said, so he should get up and simply wash up. Dressed in a red sports jacket, he went to the yard.

Right on the grass, Xingye started punching slowly again, and now her punches have both form and spirit, and after He Lao's guidance, she has made a breakthrough in the use of punches, so that this set of punches is no longer just a punch. Looking at the beautiful flower racks, I can really resist anything. Just because I can save my life, Xingye practiced more and more diligently.

"Do you practice Chinese Kungfu?" A young man riding on a bicycle outside the fence asked curiously in English.

Xingye followed the voice and looked over. It was a boy of sixteen or seventeen. He was wearing a baseball cap. He was dressed in a typical American boy. The basket of the car was full of newspapers. It should be a newspaper delivery person. He probably didn't answer Xingye and thought that Xingye was listening. I don't know English, so I tried to ask in broken Chinese: "Chinese Kung Fu, you"

Xingye was amused by his strange tone, and slowly replied in English: "Yes, I practice a kind of Chinese Kung Fu."

"Yeah" the young man was full of excitement, and opened his mouth and said, "You can speak English? I thought you didn't understand! Are you new here? I haven't met you before, and your kung fu is not very good? Why? Is it different from Bruce Lee's?"

He was so excited that he spoke quickly, and Xingye's English listening ability was not enough, so he could only say apologetically: "I'm sorry, my English listening is not very good, it's okay if you speak slowly, but you speak too fast. I don't quite get it."

The boy nodded knowingly, and said what he said just now, at a slower speed, and finally said: "You have just come to the United States, and your English is still very standard."

Xingye smiled, but this time she understood. Fortunately, she has always been good at learning English, and the general conversation is no problem. This is the result of her practice of speaking as much as possible, because she knows that English teaching in China focuses on reading and writing. , but listening and speaking have always been neglected. Many people who have learned English for eight or nine years can read the original English books, but they can’t even speak basic conversations. A simple question can convey the real English. People are confused, so she still pays attention to listening and speaking. When Catherine went, she dragged others to speak English when she was fine. Now she has seen some results.

Xingye saw the excitement on the other party's face, and heard him mention Bruce Lee, so he knew something about the other party's thoughts. It was another American boy who was fascinated by Chinese Kung Fu through Bruce Lee's movies, and said with a smile: "I'm just here as a guest. As for the difference between this kung fu and Bruce Lee's, Bruce Lee's kung fu focuses on attack power, while mine is just...to keep fit."

"That's it!" The boy was obviously a little disappointed, but he still praised: "You look really good at practicing, just like dancing."

Xingye laughed, this is just a layman watching the fun, if Mr. He didn't let him understand the surprise of this set of punches, I'm afraid he would think like this young man that he just thought it was just for fun.

"Oh!" the boy yelled, "I just talked to you, and I forgot to deliver the newspaper. If it's too late, goodbye."

After speaking, he pedaled hard and left. Xingye saw that he passed by a house in front of him without stopping, and threw the rolled newspaper into the yard of the house to finish the job, and then the next house repeated it, and went all the way away.

Xingye punched again before returning to the room, took a shower, changed clothes and went downstairs, and saw grandma coaxing the two babies to play in the living room.

"These two little guys are so energetic, they got up to play so early." Xingye said and moved towards him. Seeing Xingye coming, Beibei stopped nibbling on the toy in his hand and rushed towards Xingye.

Xingye caught him naturally, picked him up and put him on his lap, nodded his little nose and said with a smile: "Little guy, you can't walk well, so you just want to run away."

Beibei seemed to like Xingye very much, he was about to stand up with a smile, and threw himself into Xingye's arms, kissing Xingye's face with his small mouth, and the smile became even happier.

"My Beibei likes my sister, I'm going to be jealous as a grandma." Grandma Xingye laughed.

Xingye also smiled, and kissed Beibei's little face.

After breakfast, Yu Zhongliang said goodbye to his mother apologetically. His mother came to see him from such a distance, but he couldn't accompany her.

"I don't need you to accompany me. You go to work. I came here for baby Beibei. When you leave, I will get closer to my grandson." The old lady waved her hand like a fly, letting her son and daughter-in-law go to work.

"Mom, then I'll be back at noon, and we'll go out together in the afternoon." Catherine also said hastily.

"I said no, let's go, hurry up." The old lady really wanted to go back to her room to accompany her grandson, who wants to chat with you two adults here!

Yu Zhongliang and Catherine were almost pushed out of the house. They looked at each other and smiled wryly. What is this? They were kicked out of their own house. It is better to go to work quickly, finish all the things at hand, and get together with the old man.

Xingye felt that half a day passed quickly, Beibei seemed to be attached to Xingye, always wanted Xingye to hug her, and even sent everything she could get to Xingye's arms, Wu Ma said that Beibei gave something to show who he liked, It can be seen that he likes Xingye very much. When eating snacks in the morning, he must be fed by Xingye. Xingye has no experience in feeding children. He wants Mama Wu to feed him. When he came to feed him, he immediately smiled, and both Grandma Xingye and Mama Wu were surprised that such a young child was so attached to Xingye who had just met. Xingye was also very strange, never felt that he was so destined to be a child.

So when Catherine drove back at noon, she could see the baby sitting on the crib and muttering words that no one could understand, while Beibei had already fallen asleep comfortably in Xingye's arms.

In the afternoon, Catherine drove Xingye to go shopping, not to buy clothes and jewelry, but to the supermarket to buy ingredients for cooking. Xingye was surprised that the supermarket can be so big, but after walking around, she found that there are many There was nothing there, such as Pixian bean paste, Chinese prickly ash aniseed and other condiments, as well as tofu, which disappointed Xingye.

Catherine hadn't bought vegetables a few times at all, and she couldn't tell what seasoning Xingye was looking for, but she still took Xingye to Chinatown. If Xingye couldn't find what Xingye wanted here, then New York might not be able to find it. Arrived.

Xingye followed Catherine and got off in Chinatown. This place opened Xingye's eyes. Compared with the environment of the community where my uncle's house is located, it is like a sky and an underground. The environment here is not as good as that of some medium-sized cities in China. My impression is that Dirty, messy, and the shops around are all with signs in both Chinese and English. According to Catherine, most of them are immigrants from Guangdong. Soon Xingye heard many people in the shop chatting in Cantonese. They only communicate in English when there are customers. .

Catherine led Xingye to visit several stores and bought all the condiments to buy. Most of the things here are domestic products, and there are also many Japanese and Korean products. Catherine explained that although it is called Chinatown, there are actually many Japanese and Korean products. Most people choose to live here, so the yellow-skinned people walking in Chinatown are not necessarily Chinese.

Xingye went back and showed off her skills. Alice, a worker in his family who was bluffed by his uncle who only had knives, was startled, and exclaimed, this is simply magic, how can you cut it without even looking at it!She took two shredded carrots for comparison, and said that they were the same even though they were so thin. When Xingye carved a few small flowers with small tomatoes to decorate the plate, she had already picked them up and praised them, it's great, this is simply a work of art From this, Xingye came to the conclusion that such a skill of his own is worth making a fuss about, and it seems that this foreigner has never seen anything in the world.

This meal naturally satisfied all of Yu Rongguang's requirements, sauced pork ribs, mapo tofu, crispy chicken, lettuce in oyster sauce, fried liver...they are all home-cooked dishes, but they have endless aftertaste, especially the young working girl Ai Li Si, yelling that the Chinese are so happy to eat such delicious food every day.

Grandma Xingye was very happy to see Chinese food conquering the heart of an American girl so quickly, and joked: "I like it so much, why not marry in China, many Chinese men can cook and cook for you for a lifetime."

Alice doesn’t understand Chinese, so Catherine told her Grandma Xingye’s words. After listening to it, Alice threw herself in front of the old lady and gave her a hug. She said it’s great, and Grandma Xingye will definitely help her find someone who can cook. The Chinese boyfriend put his hands on his chin at the end, longingly said, if there is a man who is willing to cook for himself for a lifetime, it would be so romantic!

Grandma Xingye was taken aback by the behavior of the American girl. Looking at the excited girl, she guessed that she was happy without a translator. After listening to Catherine's translation, the old lady laughed. This girl is too sincere. Yes, a joke can be taken seriously.

After staying for a few days, Xingye will definitely meet the boy who delivered the newspaper every morning when he goes to practice boxing, and the two of them will also have a short conversation. Xingye already knows that the boy is called John, and he is still in middle school. Earn some pocket money. This way of doing odd jobs to earn pocket money is very common in the United States. It’s not that the child has no money at home, but a way for parents to raise their children. If the pocket money is not enough or you want to buy something that exceeds the budget, This part of the money is for the children to solve by themselves, so many children will use the holidays to do various odd jobs to increase their pocket money.

As the morning chat time lengthened, John seemed to like to catch Xingye's language problems more and more, and then help her correct them in a serious manner. In addition, he usually communicated with Alice more, and the result was that Xingye's oral English skills soared , making Xingye secretly happy, this trip was really not in vain.

Until one morning, the boy named John shyly said to Xingye: "Nicole, can you be my girlfriend?"

Xingye was stunned, and said with a smile, "John, how old are you?"

"15 years old"

"But I am already." Xingye said.

"Ah, it's okay, anyway, you look smaller than me." John said for the so-called.

"But I'm just here as a guest, and I'm leaving soon."

"I know, haven't you left yet? I can do it for a few days. I don't want to leave any regrets. I want to wait until I am seven or eighty years old. I can tell my children and grandchildren that my first love girlfriend is a A beautiful Chinese girl who also knows Chinese Kung Fu, although my first love only lasted for a few days, it is really a very good memory."

Xingye finally understands that foreign boys have a different view of love than Chinese people, knowing that he will not pay attention to what he said is euphemistic, so it is better to make it clear.

"I'm sorry John, I don't like boys younger than me, which means I don't like you." Xingye said looking directly at John.

John shrugged, "It seems that my first love can't be forgotten, this can only be a secret love experience."

John continued to deliver his newspapers, still stopped the car every morning, and talked to Xingye through the fence, as if he had never said anything about letting Xingye be his girlfriend that day.

No questioning, no entanglement, I said I didn't like it, and I didn't even need to say why I didn't like it. It was awkward, but it was good. Xingye thought it was really good.

(End of this chapter)