On the last day of February, the atmosphere of the Snow Mountain Ranch is a little different from usual.

Old Patton, John and Martinez gathered at the door of the villa with a silent expression. Anderson had just married and deliberately pushed his honeymoon trip to Hawaii for two days to see Han Xuan off.

The postman thought there was a funeral, so he drew a cross to his forehead and chest in the car, muttering: "May you rest in heaven, someone."

Villa by Lake Rota.

"Come on, son, put this on."

The father took out a necklace from the box. There was a water drop-shaped green pendant in front, placed it in the boy's clothes, and said softly: "You repeat what I just told you."

"Twist him when you meet a gangster and tell him that this is the best Colombian emerald, weighing 11 carats."

Xiao Hanxuan had no choice but to hold his head, and was embarrassed under the gaze of his father, and whispered: "As long as I let me go, the 300,000 US dollars will be his."

"Yes! That's it."

"Is it too little? What if I don't recognize it?" Han's father walked around in the living room and muttered to himself, raised his hand to take off his watch: "If you don't have this, I'll give it to me."

When Han Xuan saw Patek Philippe swaying, he was collapsed at this moment and said dissatisfied: "Are you afraid that you will not rob me enough? Besides, there is no such chaos. I'm going to school, okay?"

"Don't listen to your dad, he's that."

Guo’s mother carried two golden suitcases of champagne, placed them beside the sofa, and looked at her son: “I really don’t want us to send you there?”

"It's that far away, and the luggage is too heavy. Or I'll help deliver it to school, or your dad can go."

"No, I'm back during the holiday."

Han's father put his watch on his face, stood up and walked out: "I'll go and see how Benjamin is preparing."

"Have you brought all the things? Checks? Credit cards?" Guo's mother sat next to her son, hugged him and whispered: "Get to New York and buy a mobile phone first, and tell us the number at that time."

"I've brought it all, in my backpack, don't worry, grandpa is picking me up there."

Seeing the fat Ding lying weakly at his feet, Han Xuan picked it up and pinched the fat on his stomach: "You must be good at home, don't bully the chinchillas, do you hear it?"

The fat man looked up pitifully.

I soon heard the boy say, "No, no one will take care of you there, you will go hungry."

"Meow!"

“There are no rats there.”

McDull lay in the corridor and sighed. There was a large basin of fruit in front of Winnie, and he rarely lost his appetite.

The father pulled over the suitcase, took his son's hand and walked out, and surrounded the door several times.

"You have to take good care of yourself outside. If someone bullies you, beat him up!" Old Patton stepped forward and patted Han Xuan on the shoulder: "You are a man now!"

"Yes, remember what I taught you, which may be used." Martinez blinked.

Aunt Kelly held him in her arms affectionately: "This is your favorite raisin, I'm hungry on the road to eat."

People talkatively.

Han’s father looked at his watch and said, “It’s getting late, let’s go, son, I’ll accompany you?”

"……Need not."

The propellers of the Agust A109 helicopter began to rotate, and Han Xuan opened the door and shook his hand: "Everyone! I will miss you!"

"Are you okay? It's going to take off." Benjamin turned around and asked.

"Yeah, let's go."

The helicopter slowly took off and flew southeast through Lake Rota.

Passing Lake Michigan, I rested late in Detroit, the city of car.

I set out early in the morning, bypassed the Canadian border, and arrived in New York at 9 a.m., a city that carries the entire American dream, has just woken up now.

Benjamin deliberately passed by the Statue of Liberty. Compared to the last time he came, this time he looked at it from another angle, which had a unique charm.

The entire Manhattan is like an island, surrounded by the Hudson River, with tall buildings on it, the Empire State Building, Rockefeller Center, and Chrysler Building, all of which are here.

Han Xuan looked down from the window, and the Empire State Building appeared in front of him. The scene from the movie "King Kong" suddenly appeared in his mind. He picked up the camera and took a few photos.

Entering the city, traffic jams in the streets, and he circles around, Benjamin asked, "Where are you going now? Times Square?"

"Go there first, thank you, sir."

After Han Xuan finished speaking, he felt the helicopter tilt down and could see Fifth Avenue of "Dream Street" outside. The New York Public Library, St. Patrick's Cathedral next to it, and Central Park neatly divides the trees and the city.

When I came to Times Square, various billboards were erected on the high buildings, and even during the day, the lights flashed constantly. Compared with three years ago, the environment was much better. It seems that Mayor Rudy has spent a lot of time in the past few years.

The vermilion red sign of Sos Company was quite conspicuous. It was hung on the ninth floor. Benjamin saw it at a glance and fell vertically around the tall building.

On the roof, Mr. Han held a silver crutch, which did not seem to be used for support, but rather like decorations, highlighted his momentum.

The majestic look on his face changed instantly when he saw the helicopter. He smiled and narrowed his eyes and raised his head. His jazz hat was shaved away, and his gray hair was flying.

There was a young man behind him who quickly picked it up and patted it off. Seeing that he didn't care, he kept it carefully in his hand and did not bother the old man.

As soon as he descended, the old man Han rushed over to the wind. The boy opened the door and jumped off the plane and shouted: "Grandpa!"

"Wow, you're taller again, I can't hold you anymore this time." Looking at your grandson carefully, he smiled and said, "How are you going to Maldives to have fun? It seems that you've been a lot of tanning."

"It's not bad, you can go with us next time."

"Let's talk about it if you have time. I've been too busy recently." The old man held his hand, took the jazz hat handed over the young man, put it on his head and asked, "Look at who this is?"

There were only two people around him. Han Xuan stared at the young man for a long time, and opened his mouth unsure: "John, little John?"

"Haha! Boss, I said he must know me!" The young man said excitedly: "Are my dad and the others okay?"

"Uncle John is pretty good. He often talks about you, aren't you in Seattle? Why did you come to New York?"

He is the son of Old John. He has never returned since he left home a few years ago. This situation is very common in the United States. If it weren't for the early days of Han Xuanji, he would have seen him very familiarly when he was a child, and almost never recognized him.

The irritable teenager five years ago is only twenty years old now, with her hair combed back straight, she looks handsome, as strong as Old John.

"At the beginning, it was indeed in Seattle, but later the company went bankrupt. A friend introduced me to Sos."

After John said the young man, the old man continued: "Last month, my secretary found that his address was in the Snow Mountain Ranch, so he came to tell me. After asking, he found out that he was John's son, and their father and son looked really similar."

"Well, now I'm working as an assistant here. Didn't you write a letter to tell my father? Don't you know?" Little John helped take out his suitcase and signaled that Benjamin would come over as well.

"Maybe it was delayed on the road. The letter has not arrived yet. Everyone knows the efficiency of the US Postal Service."

Han Xuan shrugged and looked at the old man, half-joking and half-seriously: "If you want to open a express company, you will definitely make money."

"Just send a few letters, just make a fortune." The old man pulled the boy to the elevator, laughing and scolding.

"Now President Clinton is promoting the Information Highway plan now. If one day I can buy things online, there will be more express delivery."

"Buy online? You want my grandfather's convenience store to go bankrupt, right?" The old man calmed down, frowned and knocked on the ground with a crutch, and said, "It's interesting."

"Let's go first, I'll prepare food for you."
Chapter completed!