reborn in america

"Adam! Clean up the attic. The first group will come to see the house tomorrow. We don't have time to delay. We have to sell the house before we leave!" Mother Catherine shouted loudly towards the bedroom.

"Why not Brett? I was the one who mowed the lawn last time!" Cheng Yi impatiently put down the mystery novel in his hand, and shouted in dissatisfaction. His waist and back hurt from drawing comics, and he just put down his pen, ready to rest, rest and relax The spirit, the result was captured, really speechless.

Since the last family meeting, Bright has not been involved in any tidying up by not agreeing to the move and the team's training assignments, not even touching anything he owns, which is really frustrating.

And the mother has nothing to do about it, so she can only hand over everything to Cheng Yi, the son who is reluctant to command.Especially since this son is still an otaku, there is no need to worry about not being able to find him for help when encountering any problems. Usually, at this time, Brett has already slipped out to enrich his teenage life.

"Adam! You know it!" Catherine walked to the door of the room and said to Cheng Yi with a helpless sigh.

"Okay, okay." Cheng Yi took the cleaning tools and went upstairs resignedly. He really couldn't bear the helpless expression of his mother Catherine, so he could only accept it. Looking at the situation, the last weekend before the summer vacation would be submerged before moving again. set to work.

The attic was originally planned to be used as a study room. As a result, his father Hader was not very interested in books, let alone Brett, who had a grudge against books. The study room has long been turned into a sundry room, a mess of all kinds of strange things. If it wasn't for moving and selling the place, no one would clean it up.

Just as Chen Yi was cleaning the attic with his mask on, the doorbell downstairs rang.

"Michelle! Go and see who it is?" Catherine looked at her slippery gloves full of foam, and turned to her little daughter who was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

"Okay." Michelle replied, and reluctantly left the sofa and hair, then stood up and walked towards the door, muttering.

After a while, she ran to the kitchen and said to Catherine: "Mom, there is a man in a suit outside the door. Is he going to buy our house?"

Catherine was slightly taken aback. She remembered that the person who contacted her said they would come tomorrow, so why did they come earlier? Could there be any changes?

Thinking of this, she took off the gloves on her hands, put them on the countertop, washed her hands in a hurry, walked to the door and looked out through the cat's eyes, but saw a man in a suit, about 40 years old, with a good-looking appearance. Elegant and gentle, but his face is extremely unfamiliar, not from a small town.

Is it really a house buyer?With this thought in mind, she opened the door and said to the man standing outside, "I'm sorry, but we'll be open for house inspections tomorrow, and there are still some things to deal with today."

"Viewing the house? No, ma'am! You misunderstood, I didn't come to see the house." The man was a little dazed, and then said hastily.

"Uh, what's the matter? We don't know each other." Catherine was a little surprised when he saw that he replied that he didn't come to see the house. After all, their house had no place to contact outsiders.

"I'm here to look for Mr. Baker. I wonder if Mr. Baker is at home?" Although the man didn't know the situation of the family in front of him, the important thing was to find his target.

Hearing him talking about Mr. Baker, Catherine thought of her husband who passed away not long ago, her face darkened, her eyes were slightly red and she said, "I don't know what you want to do with my husband, but I'm sorry, he died in two or three months. died before."

The man opened his eyes wide, obviously a little shocked, and was thinking about apologizing to leave when he suddenly thought of something and asked, "I'm sorry for the loss of you and your family. But, excuse me, you said three months ago?"

"Yes, my husband passed away in February. Please forgive me if he caused you any trouble while he was alive." Although Catherine didn't know the reason why the other party came, she still replied very politely.

"This is unreasonable. If your husband passed away in February, how could you send a letter to our company in May?" Although he knew it was inappropriate, the man still handed over the envelope in his hand, and said with some doubts arrive.

Catherine was also a little surprised when she heard that, and hurriedly took the envelope in his hand, only to see that the address of their home was indeed written on it, but the handwriting did not match her husband's.

"It is indeed our home address, but I'm sorry, this letter was not written by my husband." Although Catherine expressed doubts about this, she returned the letter and said with certainty.

"The sender claims to be Adam Baker. I wonder if it could be your husband's relatives, such as your younger brother?" Hearing Catherine's words, the man was obviously disappointed, and asked tentatively before leaving. After all, in order to find this A talented cartoonist, he drove hundreds of miles alone to get here, and it is a bit embarrassing to go back in such a desperate way.

"You said the sender's name is Adam Baker?" Catherine was taken aback, but she didn't expect it to be a letter sent by her son. Although she didn't know why, it was obviously not a trivial matter, otherwise the visitor would never have taken such a serious matter. .

"Yes, yes!" It was just an unwilling attempt at first, but he did not expect that there was such a person. He nodded in surprise and said, "Excuse me, do you know Mr. Baker? I don't know where he is."

"You wait." Catherine looked at the other party's ecstatic expression, and felt an indescribable absurdity. Although she knew that the other party might have made a mistake, she still held a one-ten-thousandth idea. Maybe it was true. The person the other party is looking for is his own child.

While thinking like this, she turned around and walked back a few steps, then raised her head and shouted: "Adam, come down, someone is looking for you."

Not long after, the man saw the talented cartoonist he had traveled a long distance to find—a skinny boy wearing a mask and holding a broom, about 1.7 meters tall. He frowned and took off his belt impatiently. Wearing a mask, said: "What's the matter?!"

Catherine pointed to the stunned man at the door, and said, "This man seems to be looking for someone. If you confirm that it's not you, send him away."

The disliked man looked at the thin and handsome young man in front of him, he suddenly had the idea that he had found the wrong person, but he still wanted to try to ask, "Excuse me, are you Adam? Mr Baker?"

"You are?" Cheng Yi looked at the strange boy in front of him, his mind froze for a moment, and then suddenly remembered something that he was almost thrown into the garbage dump, and asked with a little doubt: "Are you a DC comic or an MV comic?" company's?"

"I am MV Comic Company! Then, is the comic "Druid" your work?" The man's voice suddenly became thinner, and he shouted in disbelief.

Cheng Yi looked at the inexplicably excited opponent and nodded: "I thought my work was thrown into the trash, but I didn't expect it to be seen by you."

Hearing Cheng Yi's words, the man was a little ashamed. After all, if most of the works hadn't been cut off suddenly this time, and they couldn't add in time, they would never have read the so-called submissions, but naturally they wouldn't say so, although the other party's age It was beyond his expectation, but there are countless geniuses in this world, and it is not unbelievable to be a young manga artist. You must know that many legendary manga artists also entered the manga industry at a young age. A good cartoonist is no big deal.

Thinking of this, he said with a smile: "Our company has always paid attention to the discovery of new cartoonists. Your works are excellent, so naturally they will not be buried!"

"By the way, I forgot to say, my name is Charlie Walker, and I'm the editor in charge of the comic magazine "Exhibition Hall". Nice to meet you." Charlie stretched out his hand as he spoke.

Cheng Yi naturally cherished the lost and regained opportunity very much, hurriedly stepped forward, shook hands with him, and then said: "Anyway, I am very glad to be appreciated by your company, please come in, I think you must have something you want Discuss with us."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Yi remembered that his mother, Catherine, was still standing behind him, and immediately turned around and asked, "Is it okay? Mom!"

Catherine nodded belatedly, then gestured in the direction of the restaurant and said, "Come in, Mr. Charlie, welcome to our home."

While talking, Catherine led him into the living room, poured him a cup of coffee, then turned off the TV, and brought Michelle into the room. At this time, Cheng Yi also entered the room to change clothes. Cleaning the attic, wearing old clothes, not very suitable for meeting guests.

"I'm sorry, we're thinking about moving, so it's a little messy, please don't mind." Catherine came out after setting up Michelle, put the things piled on the table on the ground, and then got herself a cup of coffee and sat opposite Charlie , said embarrassingly.

"It's okay, it's okay. But I should say that I was lucky and found the address before you moved, otherwise I would really have missed it." Seeing Catherine who was a little nervous, Charlie made a small joke.

And this time, Cheng Yi has already changed his clothes and came out. After all, it is summer, so just put on a simple t-shirt.