America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

and then?

The old man's memory suddenly jumped to another chaotic era, the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.

Li Qun has a senior brother whose surname is Zhao.

The old man couldn't help but feel regretful.

He taught his senior apprentice, Liqun, both staff and fist techniques, and this apprentice brought him great honor. However, the apprentice's descendants also made him feel extremely ashamed.

What next?

It's time for both civil and military officials.

The old man felt that Wenwu was partly responsible for the path to conquering the world, since he was the one who first taught that disciple with unparalleled martial arts skills.

Looking back...

Why did he come to the New World?

He longed for a simple and unpretentious life, just like in the beginning, when he sailed to the New World during the Ming Dynasty.

In the photos Li Qun saw in his room, he was dressed as an Indian. He was indeed an Indian chief at the time, and he led his tribe to successfully negotiate with the European colonists, winning the last ancestral reservation for the tribe.

This is not something he should be proud of.

His drinking habit became increasingly severe; he needed alcohol to numb himself, and before he knew it, another period of time had passed.

Life among the Native American tribes was barely bearable until news from China reached the New World once again. European powers, like nibbling away at the New World, sought to carve up the land of China.

Like someone living in seclusion in a paradise, he was completely unaware, separated by a vast ocean, that the Ming Dynasty had fallen and the Manchus had seized control of the Han Chinese empire.

The divine intervention and the Boxer Rebellion reminded him of both civil and military affairs.

When my father saw the news of the Boxer Rebellion's failure in the foreign newspapers, he realized that Wenwu had not actually participated in it. It was possible that the Boxers had only heard about Wenwu's legend.

Chapter 41 Played by Time

"Dear Grandpa, hello."

"I am your grandson, and I am writing this letter to you in 2000. This is incredible, but you don't need to be afraid. The purpose of my letter to you is..."

Before going to sleep, Li Qun was writing a letter, intending to try his luck with it. If his grandfather, Huang Yun, believed the letter, he would find Huang Yun's recipes at his father's pawnshop.

Li Qun first wrote down the contents of the letter, and then went to John's house the next day to dictate it to Uncle Frank, who had worked at the radio station thirty years ago, so that he could copy it down and finally hand it over to his grandfather, Huang Yun.

If someone from thirty years in the future were to send a letter to someone from thirty years in the past, others might think that person was crazy.

But this is America, and it's just time travel; there are even crazier guys on the streets spouting even wilder fantasies.

Nobody cared.

In 1969, the United States achieved the feat of the first human landing on the moon, and the American people at that time were full of confidence and expectations for the future development of science.

In the letter, Li Qun carefully chose her words to tell her maternal grandfather and uncle, Huang Yun, that Huang Helou would inherit the family's Chinese restaurant, but her uncle often regretted not having properly inherited her grandfather's culinary skills. She suggested that if her grandfather could write down his recipes and pass them down, it would greatly alleviate this regret.

Liqun only revealed this much about the future.

He did not use future events to prove that he came from the future.

All Li Qun did was write her heartfelt words in the letter, allowing her grandfather to feel his presence from the future through the correspondence.

After finishing writing the letter, Liqun put it into his backpack.

Liqun lay down on the bed and began to daydream.

If you were a grandfather, and one day a customer at a restaurant suddenly handed you a letter, in which you saw that the writer was your grandson from thirty years in the future, would you do what the letter said?

Whether it's true or not, let's give it a try first.

Li Qun was willing to give it a try, and hoped that her maternal grandfather, Huang Yun, would also have the same attitude.

After closing her eyes for a while, Liqun fell into a deep sleep.

With a blink of an eye, it was the sixteenth day of the eighth lunar month in the new millennium.

As an 11th-grade student at Midtown High School, Li Qun's daily schedule is packed. After he steps into the classroom, time seems to be accelerated by "Made in Heaven," quickly moving from the first class in the morning to the last class in the afternoon.

John Sullivan was also waiting for Li Qun to get out of school today.

“Liqun, good news.” John leaned against his car door.

"What good news?"

“My father caught the murderer,” John said to Li Qun with a smile.

"Really? That's great!"

“That’s right. And there’s an even bigger surprise, can you guess what it is?” John Sullivan kept smiling.

Li Qun could clearly sense some changes in John, most notably in his scent. It had the smell of women's perfume, whereas a few days ago it smelled like deodorant.

Li Qun noticed that John was wearing a wedding ring on his finger.

He understood; the change was here.

Thirty years ago, Uncle Frank helped the New York police catch the Nightingale serial killer. This historical change allowed Aunt Julia and several other victims to survive. Their family circumstances were different, and John Sullivan, who was 36 years old and still single, got married and had children.

“You’re married now,” Li Qun said to John Sullivan.

You guessed it!

“Yes, I saw it. You’re wearing a wedding ring,” Li Qun said.

“Leon, sharp observation skills.” John showed Li Qun his wedding ring.

“I have another child, and I named him Jonathan.”

"Come to my house for dinner? It'll be lively tonight."

“Of course, there’s Peter too.” John looked at Peter Parker behind Li Qun.

“Why didn’t you invite me?” Gwen asked John.

"Are girls going to join the boys' party?" John asked Gwen with a smile.

"Okay, have fun."

Gwen fiddled with the shoulder strap of her backpack and walked towards the bus stop alone.

"Um, when did the Nightingale serial murders happen?" Peter asked John Sullivan, puzzled.

“Uh…” John was also puzzled. He turned to look at Li Qun.

“John, you seem to have forgotten that only you and I can remember the original historical state,” Li Qun reminded John.

John nodded in sudden realization.

Because history has changed once again, Peter has been unknowingly affected. He has no recollection of their previous investigation into the Nightingale serial murders.

“It’s a real shame that only three people know this story,” John said regretfully.

"Get in the car."

After getting into John's car, Li Qun noticed that the decorations inside John's car had also undergone some subtle changes.

"I'm not a police officer anymore."

“I’m a firefighter now,” John Sullivan told Li Qun.

"Didn't you continue being a police officer?"

"What's wrong? Why are you so nervous?" John looked at Li Qun.

Li Qun shook his head.

On September 11th next year, John, a firefighter, will be involved in a major historical event, and he is worried about this.

Is this also a curse of time?

Those who play with time will inevitably be played with by time.

Li Qun was uncertain; the 9/11 attacks might not even happen, so he couldn't give John a definitive warning about this momentous historical event.

"John, I have a bad feeling," Li Qun could only warn John.

"What?" John drove the car and turned left at the intersection.

"How old is your son Jonathan now?" Li Qun asked.

“Five years old, what’s wrong?” John glanced at Li Qun in the passenger seat.

“When Jonathan is six years old, he will lose his father in a terrible accident, just like you did thirty years ago,” Li Qun said.

"...Then let's go."

“His grandfather is still alive, so Jonathan will have someone to take care of him.”

“I will be careful, and I will try to avoid death, just as my father did when he received my warning,” John said to Li Qun, taking a deep breath.

“He may not die, but his body may suffer serious aftereffects,” Li Qun said.

"No matter what happens in the future, I have already tasted happiness."

……

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177A Brick Street in Greenwich, in the heart of New York City, is the location of the New York Holy See.

Like the Osborne family home, it is in the Victorian style, featuring French Baroque architecture and a duplex design with three floors and a basement.

Through the skylight above the Vishanti's Seal in the third-floor meditation room, the guardian magistrates of the New York Sanctuary can clearly see the blue-green aurora borealis over New York City.

Chapter 42 Green Eyes

In the backyard of Old Frank's house, Li Qun saw Uncle Ben, Old Frank, and several middle-aged and elderly people standing in front of the barbecue grill, chatting enthusiastically. Aunt May was in the kitchen preparing ingredients with Aunt Julia and several other aunties, while several five- or six-year-old children were playing around with each other.

Li Qun and Peter were the only two high school students at the party.

"Barbecue Party!!"

John Sullivan put his arms around Li Qun and Peter's shoulders from behind, while little Jonathan draped the American flag behind his back as a cape.

“Television? How come there’s a patriotic environment?” Li Qun asked John.