Looking at the ghost that was so close to you, half of the face without opening its mouth are bones and teeth, and opening its mouth is like a circle of small teeth, which is indescribable weird and cold.

Lin Yi took a step back and asked, "To be honest, the place you chose is really not good, why not go to a better place? For example, Times Square."

Gengyuan immediately widened his eyes and asked, "Have you been to the United States?"

Lin Yi smiled and said, "Although I haven't been here, aren't I allowed to do my homework in advance?"

Besides, that is the famous Times Square, a famous benchmark all over the world.”

Who knew that after Gunyuan had finished drinking the remaining half of the bottle, he shook his head: "Times Square at night is a place we are reluctant to go, although we often appeared there before."

Gengyuan said that the night in Times Square is nothing but a false reputation, and the situation is not as good as this street. A mouth is like a lot of criticism from Balabala...

Later, it may have been because of the disbelief in Tang Qi's eyes. After the police left, Gengyuan said, "Seeing is true", so that you can see with your own eyes and make your heart die.

So he brought his group to Times Square.

Late at night, the square was bright and wine, and it was noisy. There were all kinds of people mixed and chaotic. The crowded streets were filled with a special smell.

This situation suddenly disappointed Tang Qi and his wife.

Instructor Jiao Sijia even sighed, "With this chaos, why are there so many people in China coming here one after another?"

In this regard, Dr. Lu, who rarely speaks tonight, interrupted, "Every place has good and bad. At this stage, the United States is generally much better than our country, and there are many places worth studying."

At night, I checked in the business hotel next to the Broadway Theatre Hotel.

Lin Yi joked, "If you can let me stay in the theater hotel for one night, that will be your highlight."

He was round and beaten, haha, "I think, I'm afraid that God doesn't have enough time to create glory for me."

The business hotel looks a bit old on the outside, but the interior is very luxurious. It looks round and cost a lot of money.

Washing his hair and taking a shower. Lin Yi, who had been tired for a day, stood by the window wearing a bath towel, quietly looking at New York in the night.

Gentlemen and ladies on the street come and go; under the night sky, there are countless handsome men and beautiful women on the neon billboards exposed their skin; in the musical, the heroes who resemble Western cowboys, are opposite Kevin Crane's underwear advertisements.

The colorful highlights reflected by skyscrapers; behind the revolving door is a snobbish janitor;.

There are barricades on the road that can never be repaired. A thick chimney leads out the steam from the heating pipes under the road, and wisps of white smoke spread into the night sky, as if telling people all over the world that this is New York.

I thought to myself, this may be a unique landscape in Manhattan, and the upper body is quite delicate, no wonder it can attract the attention of the whole world.

But what about the lower body of this city?

The subway vent under your feet emits a large amount of turbid and warm stench in winter. Only homeless people, homeless people, and artists use this to keep warm.

The urination flowed across the corner of the street, and the horse manure left by the sightseeing carriage made Lin Yi sigh: The air here is sweet to some people, but it feels smelly to himself.

I rested for a night and was in good spirits. I brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth, washed my face, and cleaned up before going out.

I had slices of bread, eggs, and milk for breakfast.

Gengyuan tells everyone that they can play freely for one day and watch his fashion show tomorrow. However, he will have the final rehearsal today and has no time to play with everyone.

Finally, before leaving, he said to Lin Yi inappropriately: "The US trip is too hasty. I will introduce you to female stars when I arrive in Japan.

Taking advantage of this time, you can do your homework for Japanese female celebrities first and prepare a few more plans, maybe there are those I am familiar with."

Lin Yi glanced at him and was too lazy to talk about it while continuing to eat eggs.

Seeing Gengyuan and the staff leaving, Dr. Lu, who had been in the United States, asked, "Are we going shopping together or playing separately?"

Tang Qi and his wife looked at each other and said that they were playing with themselves, and then the four of them looked at Lin Yi.

Lin Yi finished drinking the milk in one breath and said, "The lights in New York are already on, so I don't need a light bulb."

After saying that, he got up, shook his phone and said, "I have something to call me" and went out.

As for the words that a few people behind me told me not to run around, they were just taking it as a warning.

…

After passing Times Square again, Lin Yi found that it seemed a little different during the day than at night.

Night is a paradise for street artists, thieves, liars, violence, women and so on.

During the day, this place has become a special event for all kinds of small businesses.

The businessmen here are almost all, with thin black suitcases under their arms, and they are filled with various electronic watches and imported fake watches. The business is particularly good.

The black people wandering in the square always frequently reached out to stop passers-by and took out fake gold necklaces from their pockets to sell.

Almost all stores selling electrical appliances and photography equipment on the street are run by Middle Easterners. Among them, the locals never step into it.

In a corner of Times Square, there is a scattered group of people that are particularly noticeable, that is, the so-called "painter".

I saw that they usually had two beach folding chairs under their armpits and a hand-carrying leather bag, which was mobile and light.

Many Eastern European and Russian artists still try to maintain their "noble" European ancestry. They will support the painting box with high umbrellas, and various brushes and brushes.

Lin Yi observed for a while and found an interesting phenomenon. Most of them could not draw painters from mainland China.

When "noble" they are harassed by police, they are slow to avoid and transfer, troublesome and clumsy, and the Chinese are full of short, flat and fast advantages.

Lin Yi asked some painters with Asian faces, well, let’s call them this way, and the answers they got were unexpected but not surprising. Some people may be famous painters in their motherland, and they all have only one name here, "street beggars".

Lin Yi couldn't understand why so many people gave up their bright future in China and came here to practice themselves.

What is it for?

Really for art?

…

When you travel through this gallery, it’s a bit complicated outside.

Those of Puerto Rican, Hispanic poor usually act collectively.

On the street, stacking gambling tables with cardboard boxes, using cola bottle caps and dice as gambling tools, the dealer moved and played with several cola caps like a magician, muttering words to lure the onlookers.

There were ambushing some "child caregivers" around them and constantly "winning money", and there were people who were looking for the wind at both ends of the street corners. Until some tourists were deceived and cried bitterly, and were isolated and helpless.

Every day, this trick is well-trained. When the people watching the wind informed the police that the police were coming, they instantly pushed down the cardboard box, and all the people disappeared immediately, scattered among passers-by, without a trace.

After stopping in the square for a while, Lin Yi was a little disappointed. It may be because he felt that he was similar to Yangcheng Railway Station.

Or maybe I have seen the prosperity of later generations and think that Times Square should be like this. I shook my head and the fantasy was imprinted in reality, and the gap was a bit big.

Some people were a little hungry after walking around. When they walked to the end of the street, Lin Yi started looking for food. There were many restaurants, but the Chinese restaurants were not as crowded as later generations. They finally found one, and the people were full of people.

But Lin Yi was too lazy to move, so he stayed inside and waited for a seat. While looking around with nothing to do, he actually saw a familiar person.

Sun Jian, the second guy who took the initiative to fight Zhao Zhiqi, but was beaten by Han Xiaowei to kneel down and beg for mercy. At this time, he was wearing a waiter uniform and holding a plate to communicate with foreigners.

When Lin Yi saw this person here, he felt abruptly uncomfortable. This discomfort was not only the reason for the fight; it was more because he had heard this person's remarks several times when he was walking to the English corner at Zhongda.

What impressed me the most is what he said, "The domestic universities are more spicy than American universities", "It is more comfortable to live in China when I go to the United States to be a beggar", "I will go to the United States to study in the United States, strive to get a green card, and never be a third-class citizen like shit, we will also be a first-class citizen of america", and other remarks.

When it was in Xingting, Lin Yi thought about what would happen if the america he longed for was hit like shit?

Thinking of this, Lin Yi became thoughtful and wanted to teach him a lesson.

It is logical that people from foreign countries should be supported, but for Sun Jian and such scum who can speak of "third-class citizens"?

After leaving the restaurant, Lin Yi found a few Spanish in the corner, paid a sum of money, and pointed at Sun Jian in the restaurant and whispered.

When he returned to the restaurant again, there was a seat open. Lin Yi sat down and waved to Sun Jian, "Waiter."

When Sun Jian heard someone greet him, he was happy and thought he could earn another tip. So he showed a standard smile from the training and turned around and walked over.

But when he approached and saw Lin Yi clearly, Sun Jian was a little surprised and paused in place, carefully observing whether Han Xiaowei was around.

To be honest, when he saw Lin Yi, he wanted to escape at this moment. Not only was he afraid of Han Xiaowei, but he also felt too disgraceful.

But thinking that this job is not easy, it was a big hit among more than a dozen competitors; and thinking that the official father went to prison and had no source of income.

He also thought of his dream and got a green card to become a first-class citizen of the america, and he took slow steps again.

Seeing the approaching person, Lin Yi pretended to be curious and asked, "Sun Jian?"

Sun Jian twitched his face, but he still smiled and said, "Sir, you have recognized the wrong person."

This made Lin Yiyi laugh, "I admit that I'm right. I heard you speak several times in the English corner. By the way, why don't you be a beggar?

Didn’t you say that being a beggar can earn a lot of money and live more comfortably than in China?”

ps: It's too late, sorry.
Chapter completed!