The American Scripture

　　 Cafe, a young Caucasian woman plays country music on the harp.

　　 Zhen Fan glanced at the beautiful woman who was a little sad. Beautiful women, everyone likes to watch, especially beautiful women with melancholy temperament.

　　 After the Chinese meal, Sarah generously invited Zhen Fan to the coffee shop.

　　 "I checked the file. It seems that you have emigrated recently. How about? Do you feel fresh and exciting in this exotic place?"

　　Sarah did a more proper job. She looked at Zhen Fan solemnly, seemingly chatting, but she didn't show any chattering at all, it was as if she was asking the suspect.

　　 "That woman must be sad!"

　　 Zhen Fan answered the wrong question.

　　 "Need to be comforted? This may be an opportunity for you. Soak up women, go to bed, and give up all the time!" Sarah frowned and looked at the woman.

　　 "No, you can feel the sad atmosphere from the sound of the piano!" Zhen Fan also looked serious, "Don't say you can't tell, I'm sure, this girl must have been abandoned!"

　　 "I can't tell at all, you're talking nonsense!"

　　 Sarah stared at Zhen Fan dissatisfied. Then he watched in surprise as Zhen Fan snapped his fingers not far away, and a waiter hurried over.

　　 "For ten dollars, buy a rose and give it to her! The rest is your tip!"

　　 "As you wish, sir!"

　　 The waiter kept smiling, and his heart was upset.

　　 "What do you mean?"

　　 Sarah curled her lips, this way of picking up girls is too old-fashioned.

　　 "If I were you, I would go directly to ask her for a phone number or buy her a drink!"

　　 "It's a pity that you are not me, if that is the case, you are a vulgar person!"

　　 After the end of the song, the waiter gave roses to the girl in a timely manner, then pointed towards Zhen Fan, bowed his head and said two words. The girl was surprised and looked towards Zhen Fan.

　　 Zhen Fan waved his hand, and the girl smiled slightly.

　　 "Do you feel the coolness of the iceberg starting to melt?" Zhen Fan turned around and looked at Sarah with a grin. "A flower can make the world less a sorrower, and it can also reduce a self-defeating suicide person!"

　　 "Nonsense, do you think she will commit suicide?"

"Why not? Don't you understand that I am actually a psychic. Just now I have sensed the soul of this girl, depressed, pessimistic, hopeless, and lifeless. This is a comprehensive manifestation of suicide! We psychic It is generally called a hunch!"

　　 "Psychic? Nonsense, I don't believe that. If I believe, I can't be a policeman, let alone let this affect my handling of the case."

　　Sarah thinks Zhen Fan is talking nonsense again.

　　 "Look, the truth is always intriguing, and lies are always loved by everyone! According to our Chinese, I am actually a Taoist priest. I have a special ability to communicate with human souls!"

　　 The more serious Zhen Fan is, the more Sarah doesn't believe it.

　　 After all, in the murder just now, he showed strong reasoning ability and observation ability, and these nonsense was purely for fun!

　　 The two sat for a while.

　　 "I have a good idea... Would you like to listen to..."

　　 Sarah seemed to stop talking.

"Do not listen!"

　　 was so direct that Sarah suddenly became dissatisfied.

　　 "Well, or I have a good suggestion for your current state. You just immigrated here, and you will definitely not find a job for a while. How about...how about going to our Special Investigation Bureau as a consultant?"

　　 "Don't do it!"

　　 "You can't do nothing, right? You have to work, right?"

　　Sarah seemed to want to convince this stubborn fellow.

　　 "Tell you a secret!" Zhen Fan supported the table top with his elbows, then leaned over, hooking her fingers towards Sarah.

　　Sarah also stretched her head, and their heads were about to join together.

　　 "Tonight you will dream of turning around in bed with me. I have this hunch. To be honest, I really look forward to it. You must know that you are indeed in good shape!"

　　 "Puff!"

　　 Sarah squirted out a sip of coffee, showering Zhen Fan's face, which he did not expect.

　　 "Go away, don't let me catch your chance of committing a crime in the future!"

　　 "Didn't you say that you have to take me to the door of your house?" Zhen Fan said with a sullen face.

　　 "Sorry, there is a case in the police station, this is my share!" Sarah stood up, put four dollars on the table, and drove angrily.

　　 "Hey, why don't you forget to speak?"

　　 Zhen Fan feels that he is playing big, aren’t Americans very open? Isn’t going to bed just as common as drinking coffee and you can come with your mouth open?

　　 "Sir, you have to pay for your cup too!"

　　 Zhen Fan hurriedly put down four dollars and prepared to get up, only to find that the waiter had collected the money and still stood there without moving.

　　 "Do you still want a double tip?" Zhen Fan looked upset.

　　 "But sir, you don't seem to tip me yet!"

　　 "Forgot? When I bought roses just now, the rest were tips!"

　　 It seemed that this person was right. The waiter suddenly drooped his face and watched Zhen Fan walk away. What is it called, that's it?

　　 Sarah had already drove away, she didn't mean to be waiting in the car to send Zhen Fan off, she must have been angry with Zhen Fan. Zhen Fan stood on the street and looked around. There were cars and tall buildings everywhere. He was a little dumbfounded. He really didn't know where to go.

　　 "Gah!" A taxi stopped.

　　 "Hey, man, I knew it was you, I knew it, what are you doing here? I'll see you off, where do you want to go?" A black head stuck out from the cab.

　　 I can meet this guy everywhere.

　　 "Well, Kerry, take me home!" Zhen Fanla opened the door and sat in.

　　 "Eddie, my name is Eddie, man, did you lose the note I gave you? I rarely write note to people telling my phone number and name!" Eddie seemed very dissatisfied.

　　 "Have you dyed your hair? Are you having a facelift? What's the matter with the tape on your nose?"

　　 Zhen Fan noticed how this guy is different today. There is a band-aid on his nose. Obviously, he is injured there, but it seems that he can support it.

"My buddy, I had a very bad time these two days. I was **** by that **** Jim's gang, I used Bruce Lee's fight, but there are too many of them. If one on one, I will definitely Make them look good! Damn, I lost five hundred dollars for this!"

　　 Eddie looked very excited.

　　 "You didn't call the police?"

"Don't be funny, buddy, if I call the police, maybe tomorrow my body will drift on Lake Osage, and then there will be a large group of police around, and they will say, look, this **** black guy will smoke. If you get marijuana to cause trouble, or simply say that I am a **** alcoholic, I really want to fall into the river and drown!"

　　 Eddie chattered endlessly.

"You'd better not look at me when you are driving. Maybe there will be two dead bodies lying on the highway. Then a large group of policemen will surround us and say, look, **** Asians and The **** is gay. When the Asian stabbed the **** in the ass, it crashed!" Zhen Fan also began to chatter.

　　 "Enough, man, I am not gay, don't expect to enjoy something from me, my **** belongs to me only, and my girlfriend, you are so disgusting!"

　　 Eddie finally couldn't stand it anymore, and he kicked the accelerator and the car started flying.

　　 "Man, I decided to forgive you. Although I am not sure you are gay, I think I can continue to let you be my friend!"

　　 After walking for a while, Eddie couldn't help it again and began to play tricks.

　　 Zhen Fan finally got sick of him. He didn't expect the old illness to relapse so soon, and he patted his forehead, but this black guy is really, and his temper is too straightforward.

　　 "I'm here!"

　　 "Gah!"

　　 A sudden brake, Zhen Fan's forehead almost touched the front seat.

"Eight dollars and fifty cents. Give eight dollars. Who told us to talk like this? I started to think that we are all about to become a family. I want you to be an older brother. You know, I used to have a younger brother. Last year He fell into the lake and drowned, **** weird fish. It dragged my brother into the lake along with the fishing rod, and even the body was not found!

　　 Eddie took the money from Zhen Fan.

　　 "It's unfortunate!"

　　 "Don't be sad, buddy, I'm not very happy now, of course this has to wait for me to settle Jim's group of guys, this is really not easy!"

　　 Eddie usually said, the car has gone a long way with a "swish" sound, and I don't know if Zhen Fan heard it in the following paragraph, as if just talking to himself.

　　As soon as I walked to the lawn, I saw Anne, a woman from the neighbor, standing there holding her daughter Claire, and Annie looked a little embarrassed.

　　 "I'm sorry, Claire thinks you made a delicious cake, so..."

Zhen Fan nodded, squatted down, squeezed Claire's face, and smiled: "It's okay, as long as you like to eat, I'll make it for you!" He opened the door~www.readwn.com~ The mother and daughter went in.

　　 "No, Zhen, let's go back first. If it's done, can you give me a call?"

"of course!"

　　 "That's good, thank you, Zhen!" Annie said, and she happily took the slightly gloomy Claire toward her house.

　　 Thomas, who was standing there, waved to Zhen Fan. Zhen Fan also waved in response, then opened the door and entered the house.

　　 took a break and started making cakes. Then I sat in a chair and started drinking tea~www.readwn.com~ Then I felt boring, the cake was just right, so I called Annie.

　　 "Hello, Mrs. Moore? The cake is ready. I want to send it to you, or do you bring it yourself?"

　　 "Of course we came by ourselves, thank you so much!"

　　 There was a cry of surprise over there. After a while, I heard a knock on the door.

　　 "Come in, I put the cake on the table!"

　　 Zhen Fan let Anne and Claire in,

　　 "Okay, now the cake belongs to Claire!" Zhen Fan squeezed Claire's face. Claire smiled.

　　 "Mom, can I eat at Uncle Zhen and go home?" When Annie was about to say goodbye to Zhen Fan, Claire suddenly raised her head and looked at her.

　　 Annie seemed taken aback, and then there was a light of surprise in her eyes.

　　 "Of course, baby, you can stay wherever you want, of course you have to ask your Uncle Zhen!" Annie said hopefully looking at Zhen Fan.