American Comic Survival Guide

The old auntie's words made Gao Fei wonder whether to laugh or cry, and co-authored with the auntie, she regarded herself as a young Sichun youth who covets her girl.

"You misunderstood ma'am, I have no idea about your girl..." Gao Fei reluctantly clarified.

The old aunt showed a sly smile and said slowly, "Young man, you've been standing in front of women's products for more than ten minutes. You're definitely not here to buy something, right?"

Only then did Gao Fei realize that in front of him was a row of sanitary napkins, tampons, and cotton pads, and he didn't need any of these items.

The old aunt continued to reason: "Looking at you, you are gentle and polite, you are definitely not here to rob, you have walked under the camera several times, the thief is not so stupid... Then you look clean and decent, and you don't look like a homeless stray. Han... boy, apart from thinking about my girl, I really can't think of why you spend more than half an hour here."

Gao Fei was at a loss for words, he couldn't always say that he was here to act bravely.

The old aunt squinted her eyes and looked at Gao Fei, and smiled kindly: "It's okay, don't be shy with auntie, there are not many Asians in Brooklyn, and it is even more difficult for young people to deal with people, I actually always want my family The girl finds a Chinese. After all, the culture is similar, and they have a common language in life. If she brings me a white son-in-law, I really don't know how to be a mother-in-law to a foreigner... By the way, young man, are you Chinese? "

Auntie hadn't met a yellow race for a long time, so she couldn't help but opened up to Gao Fei.

"My father is Chinese, my mother is white, and I am mixed race." Gao Fei responded awkwardly.

"Mixed? I really didn't see it. I can only say that your father's genes are too powerful. You seem to be Chinese at all, and your mother's genes have not left any traces on you." Auntie rambled.

"Yes, right?" Gao Fei nodded.

"How did you meet my girl?" Auntie quickly brought the topic back to the topic, "Is it her high school classmate? Or a college alumni? My girl is pretty good, right? Although she grew up in Brooklyn, she is still in her bones. A gentle and virtuous Chinese girl..."

"Cough, auntie, I really don't know your girl. I'm just here... to hang out. I don't have the key to the house, so I can't enter the house for the time being, so I just came to the supermarket to have a look." Gao Fei finally came up with a more reasonable one. excuse.

"Ah..." When the aunt heard this, a trace of obvious loss flashed in her eyes, "I really don't know my girl?"

"I really don't know." Gao Fei told the truth.

Auntie lowered her head a little shyly: "Look at me, I'm so rash, I actually misunderstood you, pestering you to say a lot of things, it's shameful, shameful..."

Gao Fei quickly comforted: "It's okay, Auntie, it's a pleasure to be able to chat with my fellow villagers."

Auntie laughed again when she heard this, squinted her eyes and said, "What a considerate young man..."

After speaking, she suddenly took out her wallet, dug out a photo inside, and handed it to Gao Fei: "No, this is my girl, look, she looks so pretty!"

Gao Fei couldn't bear to refuse, so he took it over and saw that the photo was a typical southern girl, delicate, gentle, and her eyes were very agile.

"It's pretty." Gao Fei nodded in approval.

"You don't have a partner, do you?" Auntie asked with a smile, "Young man, how old are you and what kind of job are you doing, can you tell Auntie about it?"

"I don't have a job." Gao Fei replied neatly and returned the photo at the same time. It is estimated that after hearing this answer, the aunt did not have the will to match him and her girl.

Unexpectedly, the old aunt did not lose her enthusiasm, but started to introduce her work diligently.

"The job is easy to find. Brooklyn still has certain preferential treatment for Chinese employment. In order to avoid being labeled as racist, some companies recruit one or two people from each ethnic group... You As long as you apply for a job in a workplace where there are no yellow people, 99% of the time you will be successful!"

"Thank you auntie, I don't plan to work yet..." Gao Fei politely declined.

"How can you do it if you don't work? If you don't work, you can't earn money. How can you live without earning money! Young people should know how to plan ahead and save some savings while they are strong, so that they can live well in the future!" The more she talked, the more vigorous she became, and she simply acted as Gao Fei's life mentor.

Gao Fei listened with and without one, just to pass the time, but in a blink of an eye it was eleven o'clock in the evening, the small supermarket was about to close, and there were still no criminals coming to rob.

"It looks like I can't go back today..." Gao Fei complained in his heart, not knowing what happened in the real world and what impact he would have on the original world after crossing.

"Okay, boy, Auntie is closing." After ten o'clock, Auntie packed up the sweater in her hand and said.

"Oh, then I should go too." Gao Fei said in a loss.

"Come back when you have time." Auntie has a good impression of Gao Fei, "By the way, what should I call you?"

"My name is Goofy. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Goofy said with a smile, "I live behind Macy's."

"Nice to meet you, Gao Fei." Auntie smiled kindly.

"Me too." Gao Fei politely said goodbye to his aunt, then turned around and dived into the darkness of Brooklyn.

Unexpectedly, just after walking a few steps, a burly man in a dark shirt and a baseball cap passed him. Judging from the appearance of this man, he should be going to Jixiang Supermarket.

Gao Fei couldn't help showing a smile, then turned to hide under a tree beside the road.

"This is Brooklyn..."

As expected, the burly man pressed the brim of his baseball cap at the door, and then walked straight into the closing auspicious supermarket. When the aunt looked up, her face suddenly turned sallow.

"Give me two bottles of Cohen, and a few more packs of Marlboro, and find me the change in the cash register, hurry up!"

The burly man shook his hand in his loose shirt, and the outline of a gun could be vaguely seen through the shirt.

"You've been here four times this month..." The aunt apparently recognized the man's identity and begged in a low voice, "Where can I give you any change?"

"Stop talking nonsense and do as I say! If I hadn't covered you normally, more people would have come!" the burly man whispered, "You know how miserable the Chinese people who open supermarkets in Brooklyn are, don't you? ?"

"My daughter is in college, and she is going to learn dance recently, please..." Auntie pleaded, "Come back next month, okay? There are three days until next month."

"Ms. Wang, it looks like I have to show you some color." The man's voice became more sinister, "You brought it on yourself."

However, before he finished speaking, the automatic reminder at the entrance of the supermarket rang—"!"