Chapter 58 Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf
On the interstate highway.
A burgundy Viper sports car shuttled leisurely, its body shining coolly in the sun.
"What I mean is that Lao America has no right to stop Lao Mo from smuggling over."
"Even California is owned by Lao Mo in this country. If you don't believe it, look at the place names in California. San Diego, San Francisco, and San Jose, as long as they start with the word "sacred", they were all Lao Mo's territory!"
On the instrument panel, Teddy was very excited, dancing and making an impassioned speech to the young man and the young man in front of him.
"Even this land doesn't belong to the white people. They stole it from the Indians."
"Look at what the textbook says, 'We discovered America'?"
"Damn it! There's someone living in this place already, they found shit!"
"According to this logic, I can 'discover' all the cars on this road right now!"
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Lango clapped his hands in agreement when he heard this, and then started to comment on historical figures.
"A very correct view, and in my opinion, among the leaders of the country under our feet, Roosevelt is the only one who is considered ruthless. The others are almost boring, especially Lincoln."
"Fuck Lincoln! Fuck the Emancipation Proclamation!"
Teddy immediately cursed: "If it weren't for that bastard, Rango, would you believe that we could now have more than a dozen black guys in every backyard? This bastard deprived us of the right to keep black guys in captivity!"
"And that guy Martin Luther King, I beat him a dozen times in the museum, and the nigger finally admitted that his speech was stolen!"
"Hahaha, great job buddy!" Rango high-fived Teddy and laughed.
"Sorry, I have to remind you."
At this time, Megan, who had been silent in the passenger seat, suddenly said: "In situations where Emma is present, I hope you can minimize ZZQS jokes and political jokes, considering her age."
Rango and Teddy looked at each other, shrugged helplessly, and shouted in unison: "Shutup"
Since summoning Megan, this sentence has been repeated almost a dozen times every day.
Lango smiled and looked down at Emma, who was sleeping in his arms, and gently moved her into Megan's arms.
This morning, despite the curator's threat of "get out of here next time", Lange successfully applied for vacation.
After returning home and resting, the group of them took McQueen and started their journey to the Witch College.
At first she thought Emma would choose to go to the [Nefermoor College]. After all, it was a serious school with many students, which was suitable for children of Emma's age.
But maybe because of girls' natural curiosity about witches, Emma didn't hesitate at all and directly decided to go to the witch college.
So after completing the transfer procedures for her, Lango went to Boston as soon as possible after asking for leave.
Unlike last time when they rushed to get the exorcism tools left by Amos and his grandfather, this time they had plenty of time.
So along the way, everyone had a spring outing mentality, feeling very happy and relaxed.
The car drove steadily on the road, and soon the service area ahead came into view.
Lango tapped the steering wheel, "Go to the service area and take a rest, McQueen. You don't have to be in such a hurry."
"Okay boss!" A playful OK gesture lit up on the dashboard, and then the sports car turned gracefully and slowly drove into the service area.
After a while.
A group of people sat around an outdoor table in front of the parking lot. The table was filled with burgers, fried chicken and other typical American fast food. The surrounding environment is very pleasant, with the vast plains and the blue sky complementing each other, forming a refreshing natural picture.
Lango took a bite of the burger, chewed it twice and shook his head helplessly.
It's just that the food was a bit subpar and not worthy of such a beautiful scenery.
He lit a cigarette leisurely, glanced across the street inadvertently, and was surprised to find Teddy writing something on a piece of paper.
The originally pure white paper looked extremely unsightly due to his scribblings.
"What are you doing Teddy? Sketching?"
"Uh" Teddy hesitated for a moment and then said sheepishly: "Do you remember Rebecca?"
Lango nodded. Rebecca was the commentator who received them when they first went to the museum to apply for a job.
A mature woman who still has charm.
Teddy raised his eyebrows and continued: "I have been pursuing her recently, so I am going to express my love to her by writing a love letter. You know, women always like talented men."
"Love letter?" Lange glanced at the ghost drawings on this guy's paper, "Mom, what you wrote is like a blackmail letter!"
As he spoke, he picked up the piece of paper and read it with a frown: "Dear Rebecca, I am on my way to Boston. When I eat a burger, what comes to my mind is your plumpness. . When I sucked Coke, how I wished that the thing in my mouth was not a straw, but "
Lango couldn't read anymore and crumpled the paper in his hand directly, "You call this a love letter? Believe me, if Rebecca sees what you wrote, she will definitely apply to the police immediately. Personal protection.”
Without waiting for Teddy to retort, he pointed at the notebook in front of this guy and said seriously: "Do it again, this time I say you write."
Then, Lango took a deep breath of cigarette, collected his thoughts, and slowly said: "Dear Rebecca, when I think of you, I think of the beautiful plains of Iowa."
"The distance between us makes me depressed."
“Time and journey without you means nothing to me.”
“Falling in love with you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
“I feel it deeply every day that I live.”
“I fell in love with you the day I met you, I love you today and I will continue to love you for the rest of my life.”
Teddy listened in shock, recording every word quickly with the pen in his hand, and finally exclaimed: "Damn! Lango, you are such a born poet! This love letter is so romantic!"
Lange smiled lightly when he heard the words. Although the English here in the United States has its own uniqueness, it is really not as delicate and rich as the Chinese in expressing deep feelings.
Just a few words, it was completely easy for him.
Emma, who was beside him, obviously couldn't stand Teddy's fussing. After taking a bite of the egg tart in his hand, he jumped off the bench lightly and ran to the other side.
Lango asked with concern: "Where are you going Emma?"
"Bathroom." Emma said without looking back.
This girl wore a bright red dress today, paired with small leather shoes of the same color, which made her stand out among the crowd.
Lango looked at her back and shook his head helplessly. Since being beaten by him, Emma was no longer as close to him as before.
A few minutes later, just as Lango was preparing to pack up and hit the road again, a frightened cry for help suddenly came from the bushes not far away: "Uncle!"
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(End of chapter)