Chapter 1 Family

"God knows how much I regret giving birth to you! God knows!"

The hoarse, female scolding with a talented RAP tone severely disrupted Song Ya's dreams. He sighed, sat up helplessly, and slowly picked up a sweater from the bed and put it on his head.

It's been more than ten days since I've crossed over, whether I'm comfortable or not, I can only endure it first.

Of course, his name is now Song Ya, and he is no longer Chinese. His full name is Alexander Song, a fifteen-year-old boy whose biological parents died in a car accident and lives in his aunt's house in Chicago.

"M-FXXX's seventeen years old! At seventeen, M-FXXX learned to go home at night like a bitch! M-FXXkrrrr~"

The soundproofing was almost non-existent, and a barrage of vulgar words burst into my ears from downstairs. Aunt Susie was "education" of her seventeen-year-old daughter, Alexander Song's cousin Connie.

"My own." Song Ya sighed secretly.

Compared with the reserved Chinese, African-Americans express their feelings in such a "strong" and "unrestrained" way. Calling their own daughter Bichi and her mother is just a routine operation of Aunt Susie.

"Yeh, Yeh! Speaking of Bi Chi, I don't know who even gave birth to two children when he was seventeen!"

Over the years, Connie was obviously scolded, and immediately retorted, without showing any signs of weakness. Aunt Susie gave birth to her eldest son Tony when she was sixteen, and then Connie the next year, and then the man who contributed to it disappeared without a trace...

"SHXX!"

Aunt Susie, who was poked in the sore spot, was furious, "SHXX! You ruthless little bitch, just like that ruthless man, I curse you! I curse you M-FXXX..."

"Hey, the point is not to go home at night, right?" Song Ya complained again in his heart.

On this issue, if they were in China, their parents would never be distracted, and Aunt Susie was arguing and arguing that Cousin Connie didn't come home all night to Java. now...

After getting dressed, Song Ya went out and turned into the bathroom not far away, turned on the faucet and started to wash.

The sound of running water temporarily isolated the quarrel downstairs. He looked in the mirror and looked at himself in this life again.

According to the Chinese people's aesthetics of black people, he has a slightly childish, good-looking face. Since he is half Chinese, his complexion is slightly lighter. At the age of 15, he is about 1.7 meters tall, and his body is quite well-proportioned... Of course, it goes without saying that as a traveler in the future, it does not matter whether this skin is good or not, after all, this is the United States, a capitalist society. What can't you buy with money?

"But here comes the problem. It's okay to let me time travel without giving me any special abilities. It's too much to let me bring me the memories of my past life!"

In the past ten days, despite Song Ya's various attempts, his memory of the previous life was always a mess. In addition to the rapid progress in mathematics, I can't remember any major events in history, or games I read or played in my previous life. And that math score doesn't mean much. The South City of Chicago is mostly a slum area where black people gather. The quality of teaching in community middle schools is very poor, and the difficulty of exam papers is already low. .

"And a slacker? Come down and eat breakfast!"

There are many children, and the energy is not enough to treat them differently. Aunt Susie treats them equally, and has never given Song Ya any abuse or preferential treatment, of course, the same is true in words.

"coming!"

Song Ya quickly packed up and walked downstairs quickly.

The creaking sound from the stairs shows that the house is a few years old. This is a standard small house in a slum area. A bathroom, the big bedroom is divided into two,

Song Ya shares a room with her cousin Tony, Connie shares a room with her ten-year-old sister Emily, and Aunt Susie and her younger brother Freddy, who is less than one year old, live in the original small bedroom.

The first floor is an all-pass structure of living room, kitchen and dining room. There is only a small bathroom without a shower under the stairs on the first and second floors.

The quarrel is fierce, what should everyone do? Aunt Susie holds the spatula in one hand and looks at the golden scrambled eggs in the pot, and holds little Freddy, who is looking at people with big blue eyes, in her arms in the other hand. coax. Aunt Susie's newest boyfriend is white, so little Freddy is mulatto.

Connie and Emily at the dinner table were taking turns holding the milk and oatmeal circles in the batches into their bowls.

Tony, on the other hand, tilted his neck and shoved the spray can of cream into his mouth.

"Open your mouth."

He swallowed the full amount of cream in one gulp, and turned the mouth of the can to Song Ya.

"No."

Song Ya shook his head and refused. The soul in this body has been replaced. With the bucket figures of Aunt Susie and Tony and Connie's visible lateral trend as a lesson, obesity is definitely the enemy he must be vigilant against in this life.

"You've changed a lot lately, Alex," Tony said.

"Really?" Song Ya's heart tightened: "Which aspect?"

"Um……"

Tony began to eliminate the milk-foamed oatmeal, "It's... just a feeling... you know."

"What a simple matter! For the sake of women!"

Connie laughed at Song Ya and said, "Who did you have a relationship with?" Again, she successfully turned the topic off.

"I……"

Before Song Ya could keep up with her train of thought, Aunt Susie evenly distributed the soft and tender western-style scrambled eggs on the plate in front of the four siblings, "Shut your mouth, eat quickly, and don't miss the school bus!" Don't wait to see Connie.

"Wait for me to change! I'll be ready soon!" Connie didn't respond this time, she jumped up and rushed upstairs.

American girls wearing yesterday's clothes generally mean they didn't go home for the night, so Connie's main purpose when she came home in the morning was to change her clothes.

"Who brought her back in the morning?" Aunt Susie asked in a low voice while taking this opportunity. It turned out that she hadn't forgotten about it.

"I don't know, I only heard the sound of the engine." Tony replied, and stepped on Song Ya's foot secretly.

Song Ya shook her head, he really didn't know, and little Emily shook her head as well.

Aunt Susie didn't delve further and went back to concentrate on cleaning the kitchen utensils, "Hey! Black woman..." She sighed in a low voice.

Milk, oatmeal, scrambled eggs, it only took Song Ya three minutes to get them all down. It is 1990. The welfare system in the United States should not be as good as it was before he crossed over, but it is not good for those with five children. For single-parent families, it seems that there is no problem in meeting the basic needs of food, clothing, housing, transportation and education, and there is even excess calories in food.

After Connie changed her clothes, the four siblings said goodbye to Aunt Susie and went out together.

Different from Song Ya's impression of the United States before crossing the road, there are no lawns in front of and behind the community houses, only gray weeds and random accumulations of debris, disrepaired wooden fences, and various types of dilapidated cars. . Including Aunt Susie, there are also a few nearby houses with a small Cameroonian flag hanging on their doorsteps, indicating that they still remember their roots on the African continent.

"It's so cold!"

In Chicago in February, the temperature was not only low, but the wind was strong. Emily shivered and hid her little body behind Tony.

Tony turned around and hugged Emily in his arms, and then helped her cover her face with his hands. Everyone shrank their necks and walked quickly to the school station platform a few hundred meters away.