Joanna arrived around 5:30 pm.

The white Land Rover she drove was parked on the side of the road, got out of the car and looked around, and walked to the two of them: "Hi! How did you choose this place?"

"Because it's very empty." An Feng stood up with a smile, "Where is your luggage? I'll help you get it. You can find a place to park. Take my transportation this time."

"Empty? Transportation?" Joanna was surprised at what he said, but she drove the car to a nearby teaching building and parked it. She took some time to walk back. Seeing An Feng making a phone call, she chatted with Guli for a few words. After An Feng put away the phone, she admitted: "I'm confused now."

"You will know after a few minutes." An Feng looked mysterious.

Joanna didn't know what he was doing, so she chatted with them while waiting. A few minutes later, the roar of the plane came from her head, and a black helicopter landed on the lawn in front of them. The strong wind blew the leaves on the ground, and she couldn't help but hold her hair down.

Joanna looked at An Feng with a proud look on her face and said in surprise: "Is this the means of transportation you are talking about?"

"Of course, isn't it cool enough?" An Feng stood up, helped her pick up the bag on the ground, and made a call: "Please, Miss Stanville!"

"My honor!" Joanna cooperated with the serious An Feng.

At this time, there were obviously more pedestrians coming and going. After the plane landed, the eyes of the passing people were all focused on them. The curiosity of the Americans made them want to see who was so high-profile. In ancient times, he walked in front of him with expressionless expressions, and the wind blew his suit buzzed. Joanna hid smartly on his broad back. The skirt she was wearing must be exposed carefully. An Feng followed her and blocked her with a bag.

Guli pushed open the cabin door hard, held Joanna with one hand, and asked her to step on the landing gear in small steps. An Feng handed over the bag to Guli, and he followed. Guli finished it in a very stylish way, pulled it up the cabin door, then patted Fred on the cockpit on the shoulder, and raised his thumb to signal him to take off.

The plane took off, looked down from the porthole and was crowded with people and was watched. This way of travel was really low-key. After the plane reached a certain height, it began to speed up and fly, and the noise gradually became regular. Joanna looked at the interior and asked, "When did you start playing with the plane?"

An Feng smiled: "I just thought about it recently. It's too troublesome to take a plane to the airport every day. You know, I'm very lazy and can't stand these things the most."

At this time the phone rang, he took out his phone and said to Joanna, "Look, there is another benefit, I can call at any time!"

Joanna was really convinced by him, as if no matter what happened, his mentality was upward.

It was a strange number, An Feng answered: "Hello?"

"Oh, Bruce?" The phone was heard in Spanish.

"Katilina? Have you changed your number?" An Feng asked strangely. He also used Spanish. The advantage of the machine brain is that he will never forget it.

"My phone is out of power, this is my friend's." Katilina said, "Why are you so noisy?"

“I’m on the plane.”

"I want to tell you that I may not be able to go back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I have a best friend who has been in love with me. I have a very unstable mentality recently and I need to take care of her."

"Your friend?" An Feng asked. Katilina spoke too quickly in Spanish, but he still couldn't do it.

"Yes, so I can't accompany you on Thanksgiving. By the way, you shouldn't be on Thanksgiving, right?" Katilina changed into her Western English.

"Greetings to your friend for me." An Feng still spoke in Spanish, "Other things are up to you. Don't worry about what we agreed on at the beginning."

"Wow, Uberas!" Katilina kissed on the other end.

An Feng hung up the phone, and Joanna asked, "When did you learn Spanish? It sounds quite standard?"

"I just learned it, you know I'm very smart. I can still speak Russian, right?" An Feng said with a smile, and Guli nodded. He is indeed a first-class monster in language.

Since she "copyed" her accent last time, Joanna has also experienced it.

An Feng asked: "Joanna, how are you planning to celebrate Thanksgiving?"

Joanna said without any opinion: "It should be that my family can spend whatever they want. Thanksgiving is just a festival in the United States and Canada and has nothing to do with Europe."

An Feng nodded: "I know, it was the British Puritans who traveled across the ocean, thanking the Indians who saved their lives for the holiday!"

Guri couldn't help but add: "Then the Indians were genocidalized by whites."

An Feng dizzy: "This Thanksgiving Day has changed a bit!"

Joanna hesitated and said, "It's not necessarily true, it's also the infighting, or the Indians are going to provoke white people."

An Feng smiled meaningfully.

Joanna cut off her camp: "I'm not a scrubbing party!"

"What is the 'Scrub Party'?" Guli couldn't understand Chinese.

Joanna looked at him seriously: "I mean it!"

An Feng put away his smile, obsessive-compulsive disorder was difficult to deal with: "I know. It's just that I think things are so interesting, and Thanksgiving looks so happy."

Joanna still stared at him.

"Okay, I was wrong!" An Feng raised his hand and surrendered, "This has nothing to do with you in essence. Why do you want to do so much? Look at the three of us, China, Britain, Russia, and all of us have nothing to do with Thanksgiving. This is the American business. Can we, a group of outsiders, be worried about this?"

Joanna let him go.

But who is right? Anyway, it is true that the Indians gradually became extinct after white people appeared on the American continent. Could it be that their disappearance was collective suicide?

...

This time, the helicopter landed on the lawn in Anfeng's front yard.

An Feng drove Joanna back. She lived very close to her, just on the other side of the town. She drove normally for more than ten minutes, but for a express train, it was less than ten minutes. The environment along the way was elegant, the air was fresh and the scenery was pleasant. On the way to the vineyard, the signs of the winery could be seen everywhere.

When he saw a wooden board with "Sason Winery" written on the side of the road, Joanna's home arrived. He slowed down, left the main road, and turned into the private path. It seemed that everyone liked to live in a high place, and went up the view. Finally, he stopped in front of a Baroque building.

In fact, Americans also admire foreigners and fascinate foreigners. Many rich people are imitating European behaviors and lifestyles. For example, those who have no money cannot enjoy foreigners and can only live in wooden houses. However, rich people like houses with a strong European brick and stone architectural style, baroque, rococo and other jewelry-like residences.

As the name suggests, the family of Sassen, except Joanna, is the surname "Saessen". The winery Anfeng has been here several times, and it is very good. The underground wine cellar is full of oak barrels, wine racks and the boxes of red wine that have been booked. In contrast, the emptiness there is a bit pitiful.

Joanna invited An Feng to have tea. After sitting for a while, Kelly, who came back from shopping in the supermarket, invited him to stay for dinner. Unable to resist her enthusiasm, An Feng stayed. In fact, she was still a little happy, because there was nothing at home tonight, and if you want to go back, you can only do it yourself, or have a Russian-style meal in Guli.

Joanna didn't know where she went, and the furry child Andy couldn't find anyone to play with her, so she got An Feng. Helplessly, he brought a few baseballs and threw them out like teasing Pipi and Dandan. Andy caught them, threw them out, and he threw them out again... Frank brought them some snacks.

Frank sat down opposite him, and Andy fell down because he was forced to run to catch the ball. However, Frank just looked at him and encouraged him to stand up. Andy climbed up by himself as if nothing had happened, and continued to play with An Feng. A typical American-style education.

Frank asked with a smile, "Bruce, how do you plan to celebrate Thanksgiving tomorrow?"

An Feng grabbed the baseball in his hand and said, "I have no idea yet. This is the first time I have celebrated Thanksgiving."

Frank said, "Why don't you stay and live with us?"

"Is this suitable?" An Feng asked. Thanksgiving for Americans is just less than Christmas, just like the Mid-Autumn Festival we celebrate, it is a day for family reunion.

Frank smiled and said, "We are very welcome when you are coming. In fact, every Thanksgiving, enthusiastic Americans will invite friends far away from their hometown to spend it together."
Chapter completed!