Little Life on An American Ranch

  Chapter 382 It's okay

  Arrived at the door of the house, Jian Heng stopped the car, and just stepped into the house, just about to say that I'm back, when he saw a figure rushing towards him.

   Jian Heng turned around and found that it was his mother. Just as he squeezed a little smile on his face, he saw his mother Sun Xiuying slapping her in greeting.

Snapped!

  A crisp sound stunned Jian Heng. Even in his memory, Jian Heng remembered that his mother had cleaned herself up as soon as she came up.

Sun Xiuying gave her son a slap, and then suddenly burst into tears, holding her son and crying loudly, and kept nagging while crying: "You little heartless thing, why haven't you been killed by a group of foreign countries?" Kill the troublemaker, you said you are so dangerous, what are you doing there, if there is something wrong with you, how will your father and I live for the rest of our lives... ".

Jian Heng came back to his senses, and glanced at his father who was following a few meters behind him. At first he thought that his father had been exposed, but who knew that the old man shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, then spread his hands and gave Jane Constantly a standard American style has nothing to do with me.

"Mom, who did you listen to?" Jian Heng pushed his mother away. Although his face was in hot pain, he could still feel his mother's worry. Besides, he was slapped by his mother. The reason, let's say you can't call back for no reason, why don't you have to bear it as a son?

"I don't know who said it. It doesn't matter what others say. After you left, your father couldn't sleep well every day. It turned out that he fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed. He couldn't sleep for a few days and sat in the living room alone. Duanyan, I'm not stupid, what can make him worry, I can't guess if you leave in a hurry?" Sun Xiuying saw the red marks on her son's face at this time, and she couldn't bear it again. , reached out and stroked.

   "Does it hurt?"

   "It doesn't hurt now, it's not like you don't know, your son is thick-skinned, and he's fine after two slaps. It will be the same as before within five minutes." Jian Heng said while looking at his father.

Seeing his son coming back, Jian Zhenhua naturally had nothing to worry about, and he completely let go of his heart. As for the future, he will not consider it. Besides, his wife has already set up a posture to give his son this horse. Ono was about to hit a bridle, so Jian Zhenhua decided to wait and see what happened.

When Sun Xiuying saw her son and wife, she immediately got angry and came up again: "Tell me, what important things can make your father worry so much that you can't sleep! I asked him and he couldn't tell. You are back, let me know." Say it well."

"It's okay, it's really okay, you know, just a few friends were trapped in South Africa, didn't there be riots there? They couldn't get out, and I happened to hire a group of soldiers here, and then took The car got them out of there..." Jian Heng said the matter briefly.

  As for the details, everything that can be saved has been saved, and the few days of things have been condensed into an introduction of less than two or three minutes.

  Sun Xiuying didn't quite believe it: "Really? Is it so easy to hire people with guns abroad? It's like hiring people to move things?"

Although Sun Xiuying can't understand English programs, there are more and more Chinese programs in the United States, especially news programs, so she knows very well about the riots in South Africa, and the news in the United States has special topics. It is almost 24 hours to follow and report hot events, so the old lady followed Jian Zhenhua to watch the news of the riots in South Africa almost every day these days.

"Do you see how many guns we have in our family? This capitalist country is not the same as ours. It is legal for people to own guns, and there is an organization called mercenaries here. They can help you fight wars as long as you give them money. My side The price for escorting something is tens of thousands. That guy’s company of mercenaries is almost out of their minds. Let me tell you, mom, I hid in the back by myself. There is no danger at all. You haven’t embraced it yet. As for my grandson, how could I be willing to die..."

  After a while of sweet talk, Jian Heng coaxed his mother into smiling.

   "What about the plane?" Sun Xiuying said again.

   Jian Heng said with a bitter face: "You can't blame me for this matter. It was a bird that hit the engine of the plane and caused the engine to catch fire. It has nothing to do with me. I am the victim."

   Now Jian Heng hates the reaction speed of the American media a little bit. When he was still on the plane, the guy's media had already started the live broadcast, and immediately announced the list of all the passengers on the plane.

  Jian Heng's name is on it, even if Jian Zhenhua and Sun Xiuying don't know about it, how could Barley and Wheat not know about it, not to mention that this breaking news is still rolling out, and there is a photo of Jian Heng on it.

The plane was still flying in the sky, and the family members were in a mess when they saw the news. Damai, Wheat, Jian Zhenhua and Sun Xiuying were all planning to drive to New York. It was not half an hour since they left home. Bian Zhao Changshan called again, saying that the plane had landed safely and there were no casualties, so the four of them turned their heads again.

  Waiting for Jian Heng to get off the plane, leave the airport, and make a phone call to report that he was safe, the four of them were just about to turn around and go back to the ranch.

Sun Xiuying was frightened twice, and suddenly saw her son standing in front of her, she felt all kinds of feelings in her heart, thinking about what she would do if her son left, if heaven and man were to die forever, the more she felt Thinking of this, the more he hated him, hated his son for not being considerate of his childbearing grace and the pain of raising him, so the angry old lady came up and slapped her son.

  Helping his mother to sit down, Jian Heng began to exaggerate the suffering of Mrs. Curtis, as well as the justice and complete safety of saving others by himself.

   "Isn't that Curtis a foreigner, how can he still be bullied by black people?" Sun Xiuying was a little surprised.

In the hearts of an older generation of housewives like Sun Xiuying, it is very important for white people to fight. Otherwise, why do countries such as the United States and Britain always bully us in China? In her impression, there is no day when white people are beaten by black people. Hide concept.

   Not only did she not think about it, but the slave traders who trafficked black people to America a hundred years ago probably never thought about it. After a few generations, the slaves they traded might marry his offspring, or marry his offspring.

South Africa is also the only country in the world where blacks can discriminate against whites. Blacks are constantly compressing the living space of whites, and whites are becoming more and more concentrated now. How many years later, South Africa will split into black and white. nation.

  Jian Zhenhua interrupted at this time and said: "This foreigner is not monolithic. You see, the French and Germans are no longer the same as the Americans."

  Sun Xiuying thought for a while and put this kind of battle between countries behind her. Nothing she said to her was as important as her son's return: "Do you still want to go?"

"I will never go to that bad place again. The developed country that used to be a good country has now become a developing country. In a few years, I may not be able to eat relief from the United Nations. Whoever wants to go will go!" Jane Heng said.

  Sun Xiuying immediately felt relieved when she heard this: "It's fine if you don't go, it's fine if you don't go, let's run around in the United States, let's not go to other places to run wild! Safety first!"

   "Everyone is settled?" Jian Zhenhua said.

  Jian Heng said: "I just do a little bit of morality, and I don't care about the rest."

   Speaking of this, Jian Heng's belly suddenly let out a grunt, which immediately amused Sun Xiuying.

   "Wait, I'll get you something to eat." Sun Xiuying gently caressed her son's cheek and said.

   "Is there any small fish, or small shrimps, fried leeks or something, the food in South Africa is really bad." After leaving for so many days, what does Jian Heng miss the most? It must be Chinese food. I have been on the road for a few days, and I have never had a chance to go to a Chinese restaurant. Up to now, I have been filling my stomach with junk food.

   "Don't tell me, I still have them at home. I'll make them for you. Your dad just caught the shrimps this morning. I know you like them the most..." Sun Xiuying happily ran to the kitchen while talking.

   Seeing Sun Xiuying turn around and go to the kitchen, Jian Zhenhua went to his son's side: "Are you really not going?"

   "I'll ask you to keep this a secret for me, you can't even do it well" Jian Heng complained to his father.

Jian Zhenhua said: "Nonsense, I'm only your son, and I'm still waiting to hold a big fat grandson. When someone encounters a riot, he can't run away and you still jump up. Do you think I can eat and fall asleep? Really? not going?"

   "Didn't I just say that, I really don't want to go to that lousy place anymore," Jian Heng said.

The diamond road is gone, and Mrs. Curtis has lived in the space with a group of children, and she is still living quite well. She opened up wasteland and farmed, and lived in the village of the Thunder Blade tribe, living a quiet and peaceful life , the old lady herself feels quite happy. South Africa has nothing to do with Jian Heng.

  (end of this chapter)