[The Big Bang Theory] Cohabitation strategy

The next day I went to a real estate agency, and the woman in a black suit with thick lipstick and big waves contemptuously pointed me to several houses for rent, and then continued to play with her mobile phone with her head down.I, who was already in a bad mood, was really angry when I saw those houses with expensive rents and poor locations.But I have had the same experience before, and I can only swallow the bitterness in my stomach, because I don’t have any backing in the United States, even if I make a case, I will suffer in the end.

I put the paper back on the table and walked out of the intermediary.Feeling very bad, very angry.Seeing that I am a foreigner, just cheat and despise me casually?To be honest, there are not many such people here, and they cannot be treated equally in any case.In fact, many times I can’t wait to go back to China directly by plane, but after I get excited, I will still stay here, because I still want to develop well in the United States, and then I always go back to China after all the hard work.

The streets full of people come and go are full of pedestrians with different skins and eyes. I am carrying a bag and I am going to Starbucks for a cappuccino. There are not many such things, and most people are still very friendly. But as long as I meet it once, it's like eating a fly, and I feel very bad at the end of the day.

I often clamored in my heart to return to China quickly, but another thought restricted me, and said to me when I could hardly restrain myself, aren't there still so many people who are kind to you?A person must have mental capacity.I sometimes get overwhelmed by my wavering mind, but it's often the second thought that prevails.Because even though I have suffered a lot of setbacks these days, I have never experienced growth in China.I've become more and more patient - a change I like to believe is a good one.

When you open the door and walk in, the warm wind blows in your face, and Starbucks is always warm in winter and cool in summer.I love the free air conditioning.In the past, I wished I could turn on the air conditioner for 24 hours to blow the wind. Later, when I lived alone, I would never turn on the air conditioner unless it was too cold or too hot to suffer from heat stroke.

I feel like I'm getting older (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

The old man said that I was mature, and my mother said that I was grown up, but I thought, if there is such a person who can spoil me for the rest of my life, I will always think that there is still a Virgin Mary in this world, and I will always think that this The world of river crabs is like a fairy tale, and it is really good.

Then the two of them took turns to go into battle, asking if I didn’t paint properly and went to read romance novels, and if I still want to do a good job, why don’t I hurry up… Hurry up… By the way, hurry up and travel into fairy tales, it’s still here What is this socialist society waiting for?

I think the two of them are quite funny. Recently, I started to watch time travel in fashion, and then I yelled that I don’t know what I read. I read all the books in the dog’s stomach, and then I said that I shouldn’t run away when I was in college. Writing novels is really a waste of time and so on... Then I held the phone and laughed, saying that the two of you are out, and time travel is not literary talent, but YY.Besides, JJ and a bunch of authors travel through time and write better than Cao Xueqin.Then he hung up the phone and sat on the floor crying loudly.

I really want to say to my old man and my mother, can you two stop calling me all day long, and stop video chatting with me when you have nothing to do, I want to cry when I see you two old people, you are so grown up, and your eyes are so red Mianer—but I still didn't say that.

I'm not good at expressing myself, especially to my closest relatives.

It may be because of this that I like comics, and I put all my thoughts into the outline of each stroke, and only stay in my own world.

I was sitting in a seat by the window, drinking cappuccino, and writing my thoughts in a notepad with a pen.This book records a series of things such as complaining, cursing, writing down immediately when inspiration comes, and seeing a handsome guy secretly draw a sketch, etc. It is like a hodgepodge of chaos.I haven’t developed a good habit of keeping a diary since I was a child, but I keep this notebook with me all the time. People will also want to talk to themselves after staying for a long time. I always write when no one is around.

However, even though I lowered my head, I could still feel someone sitting down on the opposite seat.It's a man, I secretly glanced up, he was wearing a beige sweater, with a broad chest.

I didn't look up.

Several times, for no apparent reason, a man sat across from him, and then asked for his address with a playful smile on his face, and some of them even made a fuss.I shook my head and refused, and they all looked at me with ambiguous expressions, and asked me, "Isn't it still a virgin?"I was so embarrassed that I immediately picked up my bag and left, and they laughed behind me.

...that's disgusting.

Can't understand why they take pleasure in it, but I feel like every time I experience it, I loathe it even more.Self righteous joke!Sarcasm without regard to feelings! !No one around will give this kind of thing a second look, they are all used to it, and they don't think it's a big deal.

But I still find it unbearable, and one day I will leave this country—I think my mental quality is still not strong enough to do as the Romans do.I try not to bash their cultural ways, but I can't change the disgust - I can guarantee that no one likes to be inexplicably taken as a joke, and then teased with color.

And now this scene is really a standard preparatory stage. I bit my lip and my hands were sweating nervously, and I kept thinking about countermeasures.Get up and leave immediately?But in this case, it will be easier to be pulled, and the scene will be more embarrassing at that time.

"...Miss Xu?"

The man on the opposite side opened his mouth, and my tense body suddenly relaxed, feeling like I was already sweating.

It's Mr. Evelyn Blake.I breathed a sigh of relief and looked up.

Mr. Blake was wearing a beige sweater and a light gray scarf. With a cup of coffee in front of him, he looked at me suspiciously: "Are you okay? I saw you sitting here, so I just wanted to say hello."

I laughed dryly, how do I explain that I mistook him for a disciple?So I quickly waved: "It's okay, I suddenly felt a little dizzy, so I was stunned for a while." I was afraid that he might be suspicious, so I immediately picked up the topic with a smile: "Mr. Blake, how is the business of the restaurant recently?"

He took a sip of coffee and said slowly, "It's not bad. There are many regular customers, so it doesn't seem to be idle. But, Miss Xu, how is your comic going?"

Mr. Blake is a gentleman who can talk to anyone--this can be seen from the way he talks to me.English is a subject that I have learned very well, but my listening is still insufficient.Concentrate on talking with others. At the beginning, I guessed the words based on a large number of words. Later, my speaking and listening comprehension could keep up, but it was still difficult.And Mr. Blake, after I complained about my poor hearing, immediately slowed down to the point where I could easily understand what he was saying.Chatting with him is not tiring at all, because he can drive the topic and atmosphere, I don't have to rack my brains to think about what to say next, I just say what I want to say naturally.

"Should... I think it's okay." I answered very to the point, because the recent evaluations are lukewarm, some are much more popular than me, and some are colder than me.But the mentality has always been good, maybe because I wrote articles on the Internet, it was freezing cold, and the evaluation was good, so I accepted it faster.

"Ever since you told me that you are a professional cartoonist, I have bought your serialized comics," Mr. Blake said slowly, "I would like to give you a few suggestions here, just my personal thoughts." He finished He just looked at me, as if waiting for my answer.I nodded immediately, and he continued, "Compared to girl comics, the plot is good and worth watching, but the style of painting, I personally think it needs to be improved. Ms. Xu went to college to study comics? Is it a Japanese style of painting?"

He was right, and I replied: "Yes, at that time I thought I was going to develop in China, and the domestic Japanese style is very popular."

Mr. Blake smiled: "The United States is more suitable for realistic style, and realistic style comics are more popular."

I nodded: "That's right, the editor-in-chief Alyssa also told me about this issue. After all, it is serialized in the United States, so I have to accept new things." My voice dropped, "But... the style of painting has been formed, and then Reversal is also very difficult..."

He nodded understandingly, and comforted me: "Maybe this is very fresh, and everyone will be willing to read it."

I smiled happily: "Thank you, Mr. Blake."

He smiled back at me: "You're welcome. Is there anything you can do for me?"

I am touched that Mr. Blake is always there for others.I did him a small favor back then, and he still remembers it.I believe he will be able to do a great job in the future. He has already run a large western restaurant at a young age and is planning to open a branch.He has a good character and is the best American friend I know.

I thought of something: "Mr. Blake, do you know of any houses for rent?"

He smiled, his brows and eyes were very gentle: "Then you have to be more careful, you know, there are so many houses rented out in Pasadena in a day."

I said: "It doesn't need to be too big, one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom, about [-] to [-] square meters will do."

Mr. Blake took the last sip of coffee: "I will definitely ask for you."

I don't doubt that at all, he always walks the talk.Looking at the passers-by outside the window, I felt clearly for a moment that in fact, in this rootless foreign country, I can always find a few friends.

After that he said goodbye to me and said he was going out to meet someone.I waved him goodbye.

Alone again, I sat on the seat, holding a ballpoint pen, and unconsciously drew a picture of a villain.

The villain was tall in my imagination, wearing a beige sweater and a gray scarf, with light white hair and brown eyes.

When I understood what I was doing, I suddenly felt that I was in my puberty again, and my partner was a good... um, can I be regarded as a friend?

Tsk tsk, the leftover women are as fierce as tigers, and they still think about these things at this age.I put away the notebook, probably because I really looked down on these things, and I didn't feel particularly dreamy.The only impression is: this product is a good partner for marriage.

I feel that I am really enough! ! ! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

The author has something to say: Good night~~╭(╯3╰)╮