Brightly lit New York.

This can like it or hate it, but you can't forget it.

In the morning, the father and son set off from the Snow Mountain Ranch. This was the longest journey for the old Ferrari in seven years and the first time Han Xuan left Montana.

The trip made him very excited and finally returned to the city crowd.

We arrived at Billings Airport in the afternoon and after two hours of flight, we arrived at LaGuardia Airport when the street lights just turned on. People were rushing by, with the noisy sound of planes and various neon signs, compared with later generations, the retro atmosphere was particularly strong.

Mr. Han didn’t know if he was stimulated or because of the need to grow the industry, he drove a hard-earned Aston Martin DB5 to pick up his grandson today.

This model driven by James Bond in "007: Goldfinger" released in 1964 is well known all over the world. When people walk out of LaGuardia Airport, they will look at it with awesome or appreciation.

Han Xuan was no exception. He was led by Han Qianshan and walked forward. He was curious why his grandfather didn't come to pick him up. He saw an old man in a formal suit wave to him. Seeing Han Xuan look over, he even reached out to pat the car beside him.

Mr. Han did not forget that his grandson stuck to his grandfather and asked for Ferrari a few years ago. This incident made him feel tired for a long time.

Seeing Han Xuan's expression, the old man was very satisfied. He proudly stepped forward and picked up his grandson and kissed him suddenly. Han Xuan had no choice but to raise his sleeves and wipe the saliva from his face, and waited for his father to put his luggage and set off.

The space inside Aston Martin DB5 is not spacious. With the cheap driver Han Qianshan, the old man naturally won’t drive in person anymore. It’s so comfortable to sit in the passenger seat and hold the grandson.

We headed west from LaGuardia Airport, followed Route 278, crossed the Easter River, and passed First Avenue and Central Park. There were many vehicles on the road, usually twenty minutes away, but it took more than an hour to drive due to traffic jams.

The old man introduced various buildings and history to his grandson along the road. Although most of them lived in California on weekdays, the classic old people in New York still knew it.

The six-story old house is located on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, with Broadway Avenue to the west, and Central Park to the east.

There are large sycamore trees planted on both sides of the road. They have just sprouted and look a little depressed, but there is another scene around them. There are tall buildings in a variety of colorful ways, and all kinds of fashionable girls and successful people are walking by the roadside. Poverty has never been a big deal.

Because it is the center of the United States, New York is the center of the Upper West Side of Manhattan.

This is the first time Han Xuan has been here in this life. Although the old people often talk to him on the phone and often go to see him, until today, he didn't know that his family had a house here.

Grandma had been waiting at the door, "Oh, grandson, you're taller again, come and let grandma see."

Han Xuan heard the old man's voice as soon as he came out of the garage. He trotted forward and hugged her, and said sweetly, "Grandma, you have become younger, too."

"Haha, I see what you like, where is your mother?"

"She was airsick and she needed someone to take care of her family. Next time she came over, my mother asked me to say hello to her grandparents."

"Everything is fine. Let's go in and talk. Grandma has made you delicious food!"

He walked into the door with his grandson and closed it casually. Han Xuan walked more than ten steps before he thought: "Ah? Where is my dad!?"

grandmother:"......"

The father and son outside the door were in a mess in the night wind.

The house is more than 300 square meters in size, and it looks a bit old. There are several large oil paintings hanging on the walls, including scenery and characters.

The pastel vases of Qing Dynasty in China were placed on one side on the living room shelf, and there were many antiques. It seemed that Mr. Han was a person who liked to collect. The ink paintings were very impressive. When he walked in, he found that it was Xu Beihong's horse picture.

Nowadays, the collection of antiques in China has not yet risen and the price is not high. The old man has bought a lot of things one after another to commemorate his hometown.

"Wait, why do the patterns on the jar look familiar? It looks so similar to the thing placed in the Shanghai Museum in later generations."

"Oh? Isn't this a big jar of Yuan blue and white Guiguzi going down the mountain?" Han Xuan exclaimed, looking at the dazzling array of shelves, it was speechless, and it was actually used as a vase.

Mr. Han staggered and turned his head to smile: "Is this a Yuan blue and white character jar? I bought it in the Dutch flower $2,000 in the fritters market..."

Most Americans don’t know much about blue and white. The amateur old man naturally knows it. He didn’t think much about it before. When he heard his grandson’s words, he hugged him and looked carefully. It was really not fake. The more he looked at the big jar, the more he looked, he was immediately happy: “Hey! It really looks like it, how do you guy know?”

"I wrote it in the book, I forgot which one." Han Xuan fooled.

"Let's go to have a meal first, and take it to someone to see in a few days." The old man said. Even if it is real in this era, the price will not be too high. He has a collection of fun, so he didn't care much.

Han Xuan knew that he would sell more than 10 million pounds in the future. He looked carefully and walked towards the living room, secretly lamenting the old man's luck that he was the only one who passed down from the Han family, and he would not be able to fall into his hands...

The old couple lives in such a big house and it seems deserted. Fortunately, they rarely are here. There are many old friends in California, but they don’t seem lonely.

On weekdays, there are two servants here to help take care of it. Han Xuan was worried about the safety of his baby. He learned that they had been working here for more than 30 years and had a very innocent fortune. He was relieved.

He drove away his son who was making trouble, and the two old men personally cooked authentic hometown dishes to entertain his grandson. The son only benefited from it.

Han Qianshan was a little jealous of his son, and reached out to twist Han Xuan's ear and cursed, "I've brought it now, you little thing."

"I am my biological child." Han Baobao was caught in the gun and said resentful.

"Nonsense, how could you be so smart if you are not my kind?"

"Where do you get the confidence?"

"...I won't beat you to death."

The father and son sat on the sofa and chatted, and the food was ready soon.

The tradition of Chinese casual chatting on the dining table has not changed since ancient times. The old man was amused by his grandson. When it was almost over, the old man said the purpose of calling his grandson: "It's nothing, it's just that he misses his grandson and is too lazy to run away. Let you bring him to see it."

"How far am I running? Just look?" Han Qianshan stared at his old man.

"...Okay, if you really want to say something, there will be a charity auction in two days, and you can take your grandson to the pasture all day, and you won't be bored if you grow up like you, don't get sick."

Mr. Han seemed to be explaining, but he didn't know that his son was hurting deeper, but he might not care about it, just get used to it...

Parents chatted, time passed quickly, and there was nothing to say overnight.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning rose from the east street and shone through the tall buildings into the windows on the second floor.

At some point, the sleeping city began to become noisy again.

Han Xuan recognized the bed a little, and didn't sleep well last night, even though the big bed was very soft.

When Han's father got up at around seven o'clock, he disappeared, and he was ready to wash utensils. He slowly went downstairs. The three of them were sitting around the table for breakfast. The fried dough sticks on the plate surprised the baby. I don't know why this thing happened, but he hadn't eaten it for several years.

Mr. Han smiled and said, "You have never seen grandson. This is called fried dough sticks. We Chinese have it in the Song Dynasty! We ran two streets in the morning and bought them specifically for you to try. The soy milk is still hot, come and have a meal."

Fortunately, my mind was quick to turn. Xiao Han Xuan was about to nod and said he had eaten it, but then he remembered that it was no longer his previous life. He reacted and pretended to be curious, and ate a fried dough stick.

"It's still the original recipe, the familiar taste," Han Xuan said silently.

The old man went out after eating. The company is quite busy. The chain of medium and large convenience stores has opened more than 200 in recent years. They are all directly operated. The name is The -convenience -store -on -Sunday, which means Sunday convenience store. The signboard is the English letter of sos, and the head office is in Los Angeles.

It is similar to the Walmart model, but it has not been listed. When my great-grandfather passed away, he distributed the shares equally to his son and daughter-in-law, Han Xuan's grandparents. At the beginning, there were only 7 stores. After decades of development, he has achieved this huge scale today with excellent service and quality, which is inseparable from the old man's hard work.

I originally planned to take Han Xuan to the branch office for a look, but unfortunately I had something to do so, so I could only let my wife and son take him out for fun.

I rented a car from a rental company, and the family and young started playing on the street.

The World Trade Center, which had just been used for a few years, is not far away. Han Xuan insisted on taking a photo with the building on the other side of the river and even showed off a plane. Han’s father was confused and took a few photos casually, secretly sighing that his son is still childish, but who knows the facts?

I had dinner and bought things on First Avenue at noon, and went straight to Liberty Island in the afternoon. I took a break when I was tired. The old lady was full of energy and watched her children and grandchildren play happily.

In Brooklyn at night, various artists posed for works or performed in person, which was very lively.

Han Baobao touched his stomach. He had eaten too much pizza just now. His father was holding his hand and looking around. The new house that had not been dug even had a pit was missing. Grandma didn't come with her and she was waiting for them at the cafe.

The violin was ringing happily, and at this time, a cat moan came faintly in the alley. Han Xuan turned his head to search. He clearly felt its weak vitality and pulled his father into it.

Han Qianshan was confused, it was not safe here at night.

Not far away, she saw a little girl seven or eight years old squatting in front of the kitten under the dim light. She heard the footsteps behind her and turned to look over, her big eyes filled with tears.

"Dad, is her eyes purple?" Han Xuan was surprised, and Han's father was also stunned.
Chapter completed!