In Dongcun, Su Jingzhen doesn’t like this place, and he has hated it since he got off the car.

Passers-by walking by the road nearby, or people gathering at houses in the distance, have all kinds of tattoos tattooed on their bodies, and some even have their hair shaved and write on their heads.

This is the birthplace of punk music and the holy place of punk culture.

Su Jingzhen had no interest in this kind of culture, but his classmates were different. They gathered together in groups of three or three, and some went to visit the graffiti under the building, and some talked to passers-by. It seemed that they wanted to tattoo the same tattoo.

Su Jingzhen once arrived at Loneliness, and he couldn't even force himself to pretend to like all this, but when he thought of such a pattern on his head, a few nails on his lips, and a colorful scrubbing and blowing, he couldn't resist and could not pretend.

The classmates would not always take care of his ideas, so he became a man again, standing under the tree by the roadside, quietly watching the people coming and going on the street.

"Hi, Su... are you okay?" Just as he was studying what part of the woman's neck tattoo would extend to her body, someone around him greeted him.

"Hi, Mixueer, why don't you go visiting with your classmates?" Su Jingzhen looked back and saw that it was an American girl.

Mixue'er spread her hands, signaled her figure with self-deprecatingly and said, "Look at me, is it suitable for playing punk?"

Su Jingzhen looked at the fat girl who was over 1.7 meters tall and weighed more than 160 years old, and curled her lips and shrugged her shoulders.

"Then we have no place to go? Find a place to sit? I just came to New York and I'm not used to it." Su Jingzhen looked around and was looking for a place to sit.

"That's really great. It's too tiring to stand, especially for me." Mixue'er was quite generous and kept beating herself.

"There is a bench under the tree over there, let's go there to sit." Su Jingzhen found a place to rest.

"Oh, Su... Actually, if I hadn't looked at your face, I would have thought you were a gentleman from England." Mixue'er also saw the chair. The two walked over together. Mixue'er said to Su Jingzhen on the way.

"Don't you treat ladies so politely?" Su Jingzhen didn't understand a little.

"No, I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about your accent." I don't know if there is something wrong with Mi Xueer's expression or Su Jingzhen's understanding is wrong. This topic obviously made the two have some differences.

"Oh, this is normal. Our country teaches foreign languages ​​according to the British phonetic symbols, and you know Hong Kong? It's still a British colony now. My hometown is quite close to there. I can receive TV programs there. When I learn language, I follow the accent on the TV programs." Su Jingzhen listened to Mixuer's explanation and understood why she said she was like a British person.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I know Hong Kong, but I don't know where Hong Kong is." Mi Xueer looked very sorry and explained to Su Jingzhen that her geography was also failed.

"Wait first, don't sit, let's see if the chair is clean." Su Jingzhen stopped Mixue'er, wiped the chair with his hands to see if there was dust on it.

"Su, you're too careful. There are many people in Dongcun. It's good to find an overturned chair. Even if it's dirty, the person sitting before will wipe it clean and use his pants..." Although Mixue'er is a fat girl, she is quite confident when communicating with others and has a little humor.

"No, no, no, I'm just worried about this, because there are many people here, don't you think it's strange that there is an empty chair? There must be a problem..." Su Jingzhen turned his head and blinked, and said seriously.

Mixue'er's mind turned around. What this Chinese classmate said seemed to make some sense. She also bent down to observe the chair, afraid it was a lame person or a scented gum on it.

When Su Jingzhen saw that his classmate had been deceived, he bent his mouth and touched Mixue'er's arm with his fingers and said, "I lied to you, this chair is fine, sit down quickly."

"Oh... Su, you really don't look like a Chinese. In my impression, Chinese are generally shy, don't like to talk, and you are good at studying, but you are the opposite." Mixue'er woke up and was not angry. She smiled and turned around and sat down, and said to Su Jingzhen.

"Impossible, how do you know that my studies are not good? After all, Ivy is a student at New York University." Su Jingzhen immediately refuted the loophole in his words.

Under the shade of the tree, a Chinese with yellow skin, dark eyes, and a fat American girl with fair skin, classical McGolden hair, and blue and bright eyes were just chatting.

"Hey, what are you two talking about?" The tough guy John walked from the side of the road and found that the person sitting on the chair was wearing pink and purple clothes. When he looked carefully, he found that he was in the same seat in the car.

"Hi, John."

"We are discussing race to food, then to national history, and then to national economy." Mixue'er spread her hands. She almost couldn't hold on just now. This classmate from China has such a wide range of knowledge. She can talk about anything and has some evidence.

"John, sit down, I'll buy some water. I've been chatting with Mixue'er for a while and have some sip. What do you want?" Su Jingzhen stood up and wanted to find something to drink.

"You sit down, I'm going to find a drink, I'll buy it for you." John did not sit down, but explained that he was about to find a place to buy a drink.

"Give you money..." Su Jingzhen didn't rush to buy it because he didn't know where the convenience store was.

"Hey, you have a good habit. Unlike some of your compatriots, you either go to buy it yourself and invite everyone to drink, or you just don't pay." John did not refuse the money handed over by Su Jingzhen, and he was talking about some Chinese who had just come to the United States and was not used to the AA system.

"Mike, come here." John saw the foodie Mike while looking for a convenience store and called him over.

"There is a convenience store?" John began to ask before the person arrived.

"No, there are only a few houses here, but there is a vending machine at the door of McSolly's old beer house." McSorley pointed to a house in the middle and signaled that water could be bought there.

"I went to buy it, what do you want to drink?"

"mineral water."

"Coca Cola."

“Pepsi.”

Su Jingzhen and the other three answered at the same time.

John was stunned, how could he buy this?

"Mike, don't drink Coke, just drink mineral water like me." Su Jingzhen directly helped Mixue'er choose.

"Why?" Mixue'er refused.

"High sugar content." Su Jingzhen was too lazy to turn around and said one sentence.

When John saw Michelle not speaking, he shrugged his shoulders and walked into the middle.

"Hey, you guys seem to be very familiar with each other now?" Mike was a little curious when he found that Su Jingzhen could help Mi Xueer make a choice.

"We are already friends. Isn't it something we should do to correct our friends' mistakes?" Su Jingzhen shrugged and sat down again, but moved his body to the side, giving up his seat so that Mike could sit down and rest.

"Oh...what have you talked about? Are you friends so soon?"

"Mexican economy..." Michelle rolled her eyes and replied.
Chapter completed!