The American Scripture

　　 is finally leaving!

　　 Zhen Fan packed a few changed clothes into the suitcase. Plane at 10:55 the next morning. I talked about flying to a strange country, a country I have often known but never really visited—the United States.

　　 The master who passed away told him that he had a cheap third uncle in America. Then after the cheap third uncle passed away in the United States, he made an inexplicable phone call and an inexplicable lawyer asked himself to inherit his estate.

　　 So-Zhen Fan is going to the United States.

　　……

　　 "Beep—" the original mobile phone ringtone. The phone vibrates on the table.

"Brother Zhen, where are you? At five o'clock in the afternoon, the brothers are going to play basketball. They challenged the silly X who provoked yesterday. After finishing drinking a few glasses, they said it was OK. What? No, you are not going. We can't figure it out!... It's OK, it's OK, don't come!"

　　 "Beep--"

"I said Xiaofan, how can I not do it? Look at your resignation so suddenly, I am very passive, I haven't agreed with the big deal with Mr. Xiang... It's you who took it. Yes, if I can get it done, I won’t call you. Mr. Xiang will recognize you and do me a favor? If you have done this, I will give you more commission... OK, don’t I forgot to finalize it with Mr. Xiang, I said why did you resign? Was it a salary issue? How about a promotion..."

　　 "Beep--"

"Fanfan, what are you doing? Why don't you call me these two days... What bad ideas are you holding back? Go to hell, I dare to fight the old lady's idea... But I can still think about it. You are barely among the bad men. Good man... Did you talk like that?... It’s okay, but the head hurts a bit these days, or give me a massage tonight, let alone, your technique is more effective than taking medicine... Ah, Tomorrow morning, so good..."

　　……

　　 The last call was made by Sister An, Zhen Fan stopped the message there, seeing the screen gradually dimming.