The airport is crowded with people picking up the plane and sending it away.

Wen Yinuo cut his long and soft hair short, making his face look smaller, and he looks only the size of a palm, like a high school student who had just gone abroad to study for college at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

She wore a baseball cap and a sportswear that she could no longer see clearly in the crowd. She first checked two large boxes of luggage, and then after a complicated security check procedure, she finally came to the corresponding waiting room of her flight, found a place to charge her phone, and sat there quietly playing with her phone.

She applied foundation darker than her real skin tone on her face, and she looked like a yellow man who was too sunbathing, and she felt a little dirty.

There are more yellow women with this kind of appearance overseas.

Because white people like tan skin after exposure to the sun, yellow people who like to follow the trend often go to sunbathe.

Unfortunately, yellow people are not healthy tan after exposure to the sun, but rather sloppy colors that are not washed clean.

Every time Wen Yinuo meets that kind of person, he always wants to use soap to rub the face of that kind of person several times.

Now she is dressed up like this, but she feels very satisfied.

Because this is a protective color, a drop of water falls into the ocean of the vast number of yellow people overseas and can no longer be seen.

She waited for half an hour, and the ground staff began to shout that they were queuing up to board the plane.

There are different teams of seats of different levels, and the order of entering is also different.

The first class has the shortest team and is also the first to enter.

Then there are the passengers in business class.

Finally, economy class.

The economy class has the longest team, and of course the most people.

Wen Yinuo bought the economy class ticket this time and was waiting patiently for the plane.

After waiting, walk to almost the end of the cabin, find your place, and put your carry-on suitcase and a backpack on the shelf that can be closed on your head.

Take out the eye mask and soundproof ear cuff from your small bag and put it on, ready to go to bed.

The plane is large, but there are too many people in economy class and the seats are relatively crowded.

The three of them were connected in a row, and she sat by the window. The other two people next to her were big fat men, and she felt a little uncomfortable sitting.

Fortunately, she painted her face black and yellow, so she didn't have to worry about being taken advantage of.

The two fat men had no intention of harassing her, and each held their own cell phones to say their final goodbye to their family or friends.

After the plane took off and entered the stratosphere at a high altitude, Wen Yinuo fell asleep quickly.

Although the roar of the engine in economy class is deafening, Wen Yinuo is really sleepy, and the soundproof ear cuffs are very useful.

She almost fell asleep all the way and didn't even eat three meals on the plane.

After twelve hours of flight, she slept for almost eleven hours.

I woke up intermittently in the middle, but I was stunned for a while and soon fell asleep again.

Finally, she woke up completely when the plane arrived at New York Airport.

When she left, it was at 3 pm in China and to the New York Airport, or at 3 pm on the same day.

Because the time difference between the two places was exactly twelve hours, the time almost didn't change at all, and her life seemed to have been twelve hours out of thin air.

Of course this is an illusion.

After leaving the New York Airport, she looked up at the sky.

Well, there is no bluer than the sky in China.

The asphalt roads on the ground are bumpy and inconsistent in color. They look like they have been repaired many times, just like the pants that a poorly handmade woman repaired for her family, and she can only barely cover her shame.

There are many taxis at the airport and they are also very expensive.

When he was just a first time, Wen Yinuo didn't want to attract other people's attention. He dragged two large suitcases, spoke with a Japanese accent to a taxi driver with an Indian accent, and drove all the way to New York's famous Chinatown.

This is where she will live for the next day.

When she was in China, she booked a room in a small street hotel here.

This small hotel is not just a random look. She found that this hotel would be a good start, so she booked a room specifically.

The taxi driver placed her at the entrance of the hotel. When she got off the car, she helped her take her suitcase out of the back car.

Wen Yinuo gave him a generous tip thankfully.

The man was happy and gestured to her with a gurgling look: "Be careful when living here... These Tang people are very powerful... and can do kung fu..."

Wen Yinuo: “…”

She smiled politely and bowed ninety degrees, "Thank you."

After the taxi left, Wen Yinuo stood under the cement lamppost on the street and looked at the Chinatown, which had been known for a long time.

The buildings here give people a strange sense of time and space.

It seems like I'm back to the commercial streets of the small 18th-tier county towns in China in the 1980s.

The gray cement floor, and the drank mineral water bottles, milk boxes, and colorful plastic bags are piled up in the grooves on the street.

The buildings on both sides of the street are not high, and they are still three or four-story European-style buildings from the 19th century. The red bricks on the floor show a sense of historical vicissitudes, but in fact they are just one word, old.

The first floor of the building is full of shops, with all kinds of small commodities hanging, from baseball caps with "New York" to rough-made ladies' underwear, fake brand-name bags, and restaurants with "roasted wax" written on it.

There are several mobile food stalls on the street, with roast goose hanging and sporadic newsstands.

An old man with wrinkles on his face sat on a stool, his eyes were muddy, and his face was a numb expression of accepting his fate. He was guarding his newsstand, as if this was his eternal life.

Wen Yinuo stood at the entrance of the small hotel across the street and looked at the newsstand for five minutes, but he didn't see anyone buying newspapers and magazines.

Yes, in modern online society, who still spends money to buy newspapers and magazines?

If you want to watch the news, there are so many free online things. You have to push them to you if you don’t want to watch it. You can’t even close it.

Many paper newspapers and magazines are given away for free but no one wants them.

Ancient Chinese songs have been heard from the shops facing the street.

The guy in the store listened with relish and shook his head and hummed softly.

The people here may like nostalgia, or they may be people in the Peach Blossom Land, but they still lived decades ago.

Wen Yinuo looked at the sky above her head again, wondering if it was an illusion, she felt that the sky here was not blue, but had an obscure gray, or it might be fifty-shade gray...

She laughed in her heart, and looked struggling, dragging two large suitcases into the gate of the small hotel on the street.

The styles on the streets inside and outside the small hotel are very unified, both of which are typical decoration styles of small 18th-tier counties in China decades ago.

Maybe many people who came here to work hard to create a foundation were all overseas at that time, and they rarely went back, so their memories remained decades ago.

A middle-aged woman in her forties was sitting behind the counter, holding a fly swatter with a wooden face.

As soon as Wen Yinuo entered, he was startled by the sound of having sex.

When I saw someone slapped a fly, I was speechless.

She hasn't seen flies in the country for many years, but she didn't expect there to be some here.

What about the world's number one superpower? - Why don't you wait for your people?

A hint of sarcasm slipped through Wen Yinuo's eyes.

When the woman saw someone coming in, she slowly put down the fly swatter, looked up at her and said, "What room do you want to live in? Double room, triple room, or big bunk bed?"

She spoke very slowly, and she spoke word by word. She was not in the standard Chinese language, but with a very strong dialect accent.

But because it was too slow, Wen Yinuo could understand it.

But in fact, even if she spoke quickly, Wen Yinuo could still understand.

She followed Zhang Fengqi and traveled around the world, and could learn the dialect of a place by going to one place.

Even if it was the kind of bird sing, she could still speak cooingly.

Of course, she did not show it in front of this woman, but also showed a dull look on her face and said stammeringly: "I...I booked a room...I live alone."

As he said that, he showed the booking information he had printed out to the woman.

The woman took a closer look, then used her index fingers to type one letter at a time on the keyboard. It took her ten minutes to finally find out Wen Yinuo's reservation information.

"Did you booked a single room with noah? There is a window?" the woman asked slowly, checking the booking information.

Wen Yinuo used the English name to book a room, called noah, and the transliteration is Nova.

She nodded, "Yes."

The woman used two fingers to type on the keyboard and entered her credit card information.

Wen Yinuo looked at the woman's stern look and didn't feel anxious, but instead felt a little funny.

The middle-aged woman's posture and expression were very similar to the sloth in the movie "Zootopia". It took twenty minutes to slowly get the door to her.

Wen Yinuo was so angry that he lost his temper.

If the front desk of a domestic hotel work like this, the manager would probably come over to perform a fire on the spot.

Wen Yinuo dragged two suitcases into the narrow elevator and went up to the second floor.
To be continued...