I am not Ximen Qing.

Did I scare you?

"No, I wish I had met you sooner, but I swear, I swear to him I will never find another man."

"Who is he?"

“My ex-boyfriend, but we broke up. I’m afraid to fall in love again; it’s too traumatic. I don’t want to be hurt again.”

"So you've been hurt by love before."

“It wasn’t anything serious, we just couldn’t be together because of circumstances, so I made a vow to him.”

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know."

"What will we do then?"

"We're still good friends, and I'll still help you succeed."

"That's great! I knew there were still good people in this world."

After separating from her, Song Yu found it particularly amusing that he had given so much and received the title of a good person. He felt that this was an insult to his intelligence from the beautiful goddess.

"It turns out she's a master of romance, and I'm the foolish clown she's been playing with."

This beautiful woman from Suzhou and Hangzhou was a born gold digger, adept at manipulating emotions, and she did it flawlessly. She got what she wanted, losing nothing but tears. Afterwards, Yang Yulei mocked Song Yu again, saying, "She's a beauty and goddess; six figures are far from enough, buddy."

"Seven figures? That's even more idiotic."

"So we need to reflect on ourselves; we haven't completely scumbed yet. We should learn from Yuan Zhen of the Tang Dynasty, who conquered the heart of a beauty with just one article."

"Yuan Zhen? I'm not even as good as Ouyang Xue."

"That's right, Ouyang Xue even got the screenwriter Fei Fei to provide both manpower and money, so where's the problem?"

"Why don't you go abroad and broaden your horizons instead of staying in China all the time?"

"By the way, I was just thinking of going to the United States."

"What are you going for?"

"Let's go see my aunt's family."

Song Yu had long wanted to develop his career in the United States, so he decided to leave China for a while and visit his aunt there. He also occasionally chatted with Da Liu Shi, who had worked as a pastor in the US for a period. Later, at the suggestion of his academically gifted wife, he pursued a doctorate and was now a postdoctoral researcher. He wondered what kind of future Da Liu Shi would have achieved if he were still in China.

After my trip to the US, I don't need to worry about visas anymore. China is so developed now; going to the US is quite easy. Of course, the beautiful goddess hadn't seen Song Yu in a long time; she missed his selfless help terribly and asked Yang Yulei where he was.

"He went to the United States to visit relatives and friends."

"You didn't even tell me you were going to America."

"You know that, he suffers from delusions about love and romance."

The beautiful goddess thought Song Yu had gone to America to heal his wounded heart because of her rejection, and she sighed sadly for quite a while. But she was quite rational, just like Yang Yulei. In fact, Song Yu, like her, didn't think of her at all while sitting on the plane. In Song Yu's eyes, she had existed and yet she hadn't existed, like a dream.

Song Yu and Da Liu Shi ran wildly through the desert like Mad Max. Everything in America was new and exciting. They rode buses with plump, dark-skinned women and men, and Da Liu Shi indulged his passion for shooting. Da Liu Shi owned his own AK47. He loved the AK47, which brought death to humanity; the gun could both defend justice and aid in the killing.

How does Da Liu Shi live in America? Every month, he has a passionate encounter with his academically gifted wife, and then they go their separate ways to pursue their dreams. His wife gives him ample freedom; she's not worried about him cheating because he dislikes the smell of foreign women, which disgusts him.

In America, Da Liu Shi actually envied Song Yu's womanizing and romantic pursuits. But in America, that was practically impossible. There was no romance or love, only Max-like reckless abandon. Occasionally they'd go to casinos together—American casinos, where they'd try their luck; Las Vegas provided Song Yu with a thrilling and exciting experience. Da Liu Shi would drive them to different cities for travel. He frequently changed jobs, moving from one city to another, often over distances of one or two thousand kilometers—impossible in China, but a lifestyle Americans were already accustomed to.

You just pick up some overweight Black men, buy them beer, tip them, and drive around the East and West in a big truck together, watching striptease wrestling shows. It's pure entertainment. American girls are promiscuous but not sleazy; they strip completely naked—it's part of their job, so the guests feel no pressure. It's similar to Japanese movies where they dance and flirt—pure entertainment.

My aunt and my cousins ​​lead busy and stressful lives. My cousin is an outstanding student and a future top student in the Harvard Law School. My aunt is very proud because her daughter will be able to get a job at one of the best law firms right after graduation, which will definitely be a high-paying job.

My uncle still couldn't adapt to the pace of life in America. He had difficulty learning the language, so he could only work odd jobs in restaurants. He also married a white woman, and they lived together. He could visit his daughter and son once a week.

My aunt seemed to have experienced a second spring in her old age. Foreign young men often have unusual tastes, and he didn't care about my aunt's age; her figure captivated him, and they lived together in her house in America. He heard that my aunt's nephew was traveling in America again, and because he loved my aunt so much, he specially invited Song Yu to a Chinese restaurant to show him hospitality.

After my mother's divorce, she spent over a year in the US during that painful period, helping my aunt with cooking and cleaning. My sisters and I, though our fates diverged, all ended up divorced. Women in America tend to be very assertive. My uncle never wants to return to China, not only because of the divorce, but also because he can't face his family and friends back home. He had a good job in China, but after getting divorced in the US, he also had to take odd jobs. Conversely, his former colleagues in China almost all got promoted or were given higher positions, and they all own houses in Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou.

Going abroad changes many people's lives, but Uncle's fate changed drastically, almost from heaven to hell, becoming a homeless person. Song Yu had been secretly searching for Uncle, but ultimately couldn't find him. Thinking about it, Uncle was so pitiful.

But women are always better at surviving than men, aren't they? In Song Yu's memory, her aunt always had a superior sense of self-worth. She was the first top student to be admitted to a key university, and as soon as she got married, she found a husband with excellent conditions. Moreover, she painstakingly persuaded her husband to go to the United States with her to develop their careers.

"Who could have imagined this? It's so tragic, my uncle is so unfortunate."

"Don't be like your uncle; he's just a good-for-nothing."

Song Yu felt this was a form of sarcasm from her mother directed at her father. Song Yu kept thinking that her father had also been striving, never giving up, only failing to meet her mother's expectations. After all, women are always right; men only have two choices—right or wrong—while women are always correct. But for men striving to build a business, the probability of failure is too high; after all, success is rare in this world, and failure is much greater.

My aunt brought her son back to China again. She called Song Yu, saying she wanted to return with her cousin to see how China was developing, since she had a month-long family visit leave. My mother knew my sister was returning from the US and wanted her to enjoy herself. After all, my sister had taken care of her in America, preparing all sorts of seafood from the local market and shipping it to Beijing. She even bought a large freezer, spending a whole month preparing the ingredients, not daring to neglect my proud sister in the slightest—what if Song Yu wanted to go to America?

Auntie came to Beijing from the US again, and Song Yu took her mother, auntie, and younger cousin on a tour of Beijing's scenic spots and historical sites. Song Yu pulled out all the stops, taking them to a farmhouse in the deep mountains of Miyun, where they soaked in a wooden tub in a cabin nestled in the dense forest, drank the estate's own fruit wine, and ate all-natural organic food, acting as both director and driver. They also visited Yaji Mountain in Pinggu to worship the goddess, enjoyed a meal at a hotel near Yanqi Lake, admired the night view of Huairou Reservoir, and went boating and fishing. They even went to the Inner Mongolian grasslands to eat roasted whole lamb, stayed in a yurt that night, drank mare's milk wine, and danced with the herdsmen. Although her cousin was full of novelty, he still felt something was off. Even though Beijing was one of the world's most prosperous and largest cities, he couldn't shake his love for America. Although he had a Chinese face, he was a true American at heart.

“Despair despair”

"Hypocritical, mother."

So Song Yu spent the whole night asking his cousin why he felt it was all hypocritical. His cousin, however, looked completely innocent and said, "I feel it's not true, dear cousin. You're too tired, I feel sad."

I feel happy.

"May you be happy."

My cousin was both touched and scared by his mother's enthusiasm. "Mom, it's better if we keep our distance."

“That won’t do, they are relatives in America.”

Song Yu took his aunt and cousin to climb Mount Tai. Although his aunt had lived in Shandong for over twenty years and frequently visited the Empire State Building in New York, she had never climbed Mount Tai before. However, his cousin seemed enthusiastic about climbing Mount Tai and had a bit of an adventurous spirit, which gave Song Yu a sense of satisfaction. Finally, there was something that could make his cousin happy.

"It's too hard dear cousion."

"I know I can introduce you to my classmates."

My cousin finally managed to say in broken Chinese, "Thank you, aunt."

Song Yu then took them to the Forbidden City, the Old Summer Palace, and the Summer Palace. They even attended a concert at the National Centre for the Performing Arts with a renowned American symphony orchestra. Occasionally, he would also take them running in Fragrant Hills and Badachu Park. Of course, there was also the Great Wall at Badaling and Simatai, which helped his cousin understand why China is great.

"Let's buy a house."

"I don't want to be a mortgage slave."

This made my aunt blush immediately, which made her lose face. Although she had already paid off the mortgage on her house in the United States, she was still quite sensitive to the term "mortgage slave".

"Sister, don't misunderstand. He probably means he's going to work in the US in the future, so he doesn't want to buy a house in China."

"Sister, I understand."

Such a great city, so many beautiful houses—you absolutely must have your own space. It's so stingy of you not to buy. My aunt regained her proud pride. The only place she didn't visit her brother-in-law's parents in China was because she felt it was unnecessary since they were divorced; she was also saving face for her ex-husband who was living a life of hardship in America. Although her nephew hadn't bought a house, her sister and nephew's lifestyle was indeed quite luxurious, and my aunt returned to America with a sense of imbalance. The idea that Chinese people were still living the miserable lives of the past hurt her pride.

Song Yu may not yet know that the mother and son have a terrible impression of him, because it doesn't align with American values ​​and makes him feel extremely embarrassed. His aunt still deeply remembers the concept of a mortgage slave, which has indeed hurt her pride.

The theme was the grandeur of the Great Wall. Organized and directed by Song Yu and Yang Yulei, the event was attended by friends from five continents and took place in Yang Yulei's shared office at Sohu. The event began with a screening of the British film "The King's Speech." After the film, Song Yu posed the question, "Why are we scary? Who can answer my questions?"

Zhang Sheng was shocked by the bizarre event hosted by Song Yu. Apart from Song Yu, all the friends who participated in the event had become ghosts dressed in Taoist robes, with only their noses, eyes, and mouths showing.

"We are ghosts"

"No, you are friends, you must understand, you are friends."

“hush hush hush”

All the ghosts are booing: "champions we are champions, champions, prize of the champions, this gentlemen will provide free travel in the world, I hope One of them is the lucky tours"