The cool air penetrated into Wang Lin's body.

Wang Lin opened his eyes suddenly and looked at his wife's anxious and worried face.

"Wenxiu!" Wang Lin took a long breath.

Li Wenxiu asked: "Are you having a nightmare?"

"Well, a dream of likes and dislikes!" Wang Lin hugged the person in front of him.

Li Wenxiu warms her man with the heart that warms a child.

She held Wang Lin's head, kissed his forehead, and said, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No." Wang Lin let go of her and looked at his wife carefully.

"Don't you recognize me?" Li Wenxiu smiled sweetly.

Wang Lindao: "I had a terrible dream. I dreamed that you and my son disappeared from me."

"How could it be?" Li Wenxiu said with a smile, "Dreams are always the opposite!"

"Yes! Dreams are all opposite!" Wang Lin breathed a sigh of relief.

How he had longed to return to the afterlife!

But now, he has become accustomed to everything he has now.

All this was achieved through his hard work.

At this moment, he realized very clearly that the people he could not live without in his heart included Li Wenxiu beside him.

"Get up and have breakfast. I've called for service and delivered it to your room. Just lie down and don't move, and I'll feed you." Li Wenxiu said meekly.

"I'm not paralyzed, I don't need you to feed me."

"Just be an old man for once!" Li Wenxiu pursed her lips and smiled, "Let me serve you for once."

Wang Lin laughed dumbly: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet!"

"Then you go brush your teeth and I'll bring breakfast in."

"good."

Wang Lin got up and looked at the time. It was already half past seven in the morning.

It's morning in New York, but the air is not sweet. It's almost the same as the air in Shanghai.

I really don’t know how untrue some people’s words are?

Wang Lin got off the bed with his feet bare, walked to the window, and looked at the foggy sky outside.

It was seven o'clock in the morning on a weekday. From the Brooklyn Bridge to Manhattan, the fog on the Hudson River covered the bottoms of the skyscrapers in front of us. This weekday area loomed in front of us, and the disorderly high-rise buildings seemed to be floating on a cloud.

becomes softer.

It was not yet work at this time, and New Yorkers had not yet flocked to this isolated island from all over. Even on Liberty Island in the distance, there was only one ferry casually approaching the Port of Manhattan. From Kennedy, LaGuardia, and Newark

Flights to and from various places drew criss-cross spider webs in the dove-gray sky.

No. 1, some passengers were bidding farewell to the city through the portholes. The island's overcrowding of world landmarks made them dizzy, but more passengers arrived in this fog, with warning lights flashing on the roof.

Like the starry sky, it has replaced the lighthouse and become the city's welcome to first-time visitors.

Gradually, the fog over the city was pierced by the sun, and the billboards surrounded by high-rise buildings began to perform for the day. This is the best moment in Times Square.

This crazy delta, which only occupies 0.1% of the land area of ​​New York, needs to bear the livelihood of 10% of New Yorkers. This place and Wall Street, which is far opposite it, should be people’s most familiar impression of New York or Manhattan, but Wall Street belongs to

It is a single-purpose place for a small number of people, but the area from the center of Times Square to 32nd to 55th Street has the dangerous atmosphere of Manhattan.

All professions from the decadent era to the prime of life. From erotica to world-beating cultural domination, people from countless backgrounds rub shoulders in a day. A taxi driver can have a high-minded conversation with an old lady, and a young man working in a restaurant kitchen can

People can take a break from smoking to learn about the next creative idea of ​​the advertisers upstairs that will have global impact. On the street, a construction worker from Mexico is taking a box of chicken rice from a Middle Eastern vendor.

The mixed bag of good and bad that Times Square has absorbed since its birth has become the most vital aspect of the moment. People often say that one in ten New Yorkers has food because of Times Square, but Wang Lin feels that those on the streets are struggling

It is the living people who give Times Square its meaning.

Perhaps because it is only one street away from Broadway, this place has become a huge open-air theater, but everyone on the stage is himself, performing the best plays in Manhattan, New York.

Wang Lin looked at the living beings at his feet, and the surroundings were so peaceful.

Thinking back on everything that happened last night, and then thinking about that strange dream, it really felt like a lifetime ago.

Tonight, Deng Lijun will hold a concert on Broadway in New York, conquering the citizens of this fashionable city with her beautiful singing voice.

Wang Lin felt somewhat regretful that he was unable to take a photo of the nameplate rights for the Central Park bench last night.

Originally, he wanted to carve the word "love show" all over the center of New York!

But thinking about it now, Wang Lin felt relieved again.

He loves to show off, he loves to show off, he loves Li Wenxiu, how can he prove it to the world?

Li Wenxiu came in with breakfast and fed it to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin sat on the chair, enjoying his wife's tenderness.

Wenwen ran over and looked at his father.

Wang Lin smiled and said: "Wenwen, what's wrong?"

Wenwen tilted his head and said: "Dad, I heard from my aunt that you have become a great hero! Dad, when I grow up, I also want to be a great hero!"

Wang Lin hugged his son and stroked his head: "What does a great hero look like?"

"Like dad!" Wenwen laughed.

"Hahaha! I'm not a big hero, I just did what I should do."

Li Wenxiu said: "Yes, as long as each of us does what we should do, we are all heroes!"

Wenwen's eyes lit up: "Then what should I do?"

Li Wenxiu said: "Study hard and make progress every day! You must first learn addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within 20."

"Mom, I can memorize subtraction formulas!" Wenwen curled her lips.

"Really? I never taught you! How did you learn it?" Li Wenxiu didn't seem to believe it.

"Aunt Shen Xue taught me." Wenwen raised her head proudly.

"Really?" Li Wenxiu said with a smile: "Aunt Shen Xue taught you and you learned it?"

"Aunt Shen Xue is a good teacher." Wen Wen smiled.

Wang Lindao: "Shen Xue is a teacher originally. She mainly teaches dance. Dance is more difficult to learn and teach than cultural classes!"

Li Wenxiu said: "That's right. It seems that I am really not as good as Shen Xue in this aspect."

Wang Lin smiled and said, "In what way are you better than her?"

Li Wenxiu was startled, and the color of her pretty face changed slightly.

Wang Lin knew he had made a mistake and said quickly: "I'm just joking, don't take it seriously."

Just as Li Wenxiu was about to speak, there was a knock on the door.

Zhou Zhou stood at the door and said, "Wang Lin, those two people came again yesterday and said that a man named Billton was looking for you."

Wang Lin was stunned and said: "Billton? It's impossible, right?"

Li Wenxiu smiled and said, "Who is this?"

Wang Lindao: "Don't you even know Billton? He is——"
Chapter completed!