Chapter 664 (1/2)
Aoki thought of the fire again. The flame ran high in the night wind, like the ferocious face of the God of death. Black smoke filled the night and covered a thick black blanket around the fire.
He jumped up from the bed, put on his windbreaker, didn't have time to change his shoes, ran out in a pull board, but tripped over the mulberry root at the door.
The memory was interrupted again. What I could remember was when he stood under the old willow tree in Liuying lane with crows on his head.
These are no secrets. Sarodin knows them all, so he didn't establish a spiritual barrier, so he started in sarodin's dream.
He recalled how he came to the wool mill, and some new pictures were established.
He saw himself sitting on a bench with handcuffs on his left hand and the other end of the handcuffs on the back of the chair. A policeman with a big nose asked him in a strong southern accent:
”Where did you come from? What about your passport? Chinese, Japanese or Vietnamese?”
When it comes to Vietnamese, that guy seems to be gnashing his teeth.
He asked many more questions, but Aoki didn't say a word. This made him very angry. He shouted:
”Talk, you bastard! Don't think you can stay here and get relief money without talking. Do you bastards want to be American citizens? Tell you, no way! I've seen a lot of people like you, and we have ways to send you back. Speak quickly, say a word of Japanese and send you back to Tokyo, and a word of Chinese and send you to Beijing. You can go to Hong Kong if you want, as long as you promise If you think you are from Hong Kong, we will send you to Hong Kong. But if you don't say anything, you will be sent to Cambodia and Phnom Penh as a drug slave! ”
Aoki still didn't speak until he got on the immigration car.
”Give me back my clothes and crutches,” he said in English.
The policeman was startled. He probably didn't expect his English to be more authentic than himself. The mixed race policeman from Mississippi elongated his face for no reason, which was more ugly than the old Japanese melon, and sneered:
”You took off other people's clothes and put them on yourself while others were drunk. It's nice to say that they are your clothes? Do you know what your nature is? Fraud! Robbery! If the gentleman didn't want to see things like you, you would spend the rest of your life in prison.”
At this time, another policeman came over with a plastic bag and said, ”this is his clothes.”
The big nose policeman was stunned and said, ”he robbed it. How can I give it to him?”
The policeman said, ”the gentleman said he gave it to him and asked me to bring him a message.” he handed the bag to Aoki. ”He asked me to tell you that there is no eternal right and wrong in the world, hatred can't solve the problem, and even the Milky way can't last forever. Besides our short life, go home.”
Aoki's mouth twitched. The word ”go home” hit his heart like two bullets.
But he couldn't remember where his family was.
He dressed silently, while the policeman with a big nose scolded angrily:
”Shit doctor, shit assistant professor, shit genius! I almost forgot that man is also an Asian! Officials of the Federal Ministry of education and the Immigration Bureau eat shit. Why do they introduce so many Asian students every year and let them stay to teach? Let a bunch of broken Asians teach our children. Eat shit! Sooner or later, Asians will rule the world!”
His words made the immigration officer who accompanied the escort very dissatisfied. He glared at him and said, ”if you are dissatisfied with the immigration policy, you can run for Parliament. It's best to be the president, and then amend the bill. If you don't have this ability, shut up! Go back and ask your grandfather how he came to the United States. It's really funny for an African American to laugh at Asian Americans.”