Rebirth in America

Looking at the people surrounding them, Alex and Little Richard kept retreating until they reached the wall.

"Hey! That guy is a snake oil guy! His stuff is very effective when men use it!"

Someone recognized Little Richard, and they often bought snake oil from Little Richard. One of them, a big black man who seemed to have some authority, shouted to Little Richard: "Come here, don't get together with that white-skinned boy."

Little Richard's forehead was dripping with sweat. He shook his head and remained silent. Alex reached out and pushed him a few times, but he didn't move.

"I will not abandon my friends and run away alone!" Little Richard said firmly.

His words made the black people furious, and they all scolded him for making friends with white pigs. One person even jumped on him and tried to pull Little Richard away, while another tried to attack Alex.

The effects of Alex's years of training were immediately apparent. He dodged quickly and the opponent missed. Another person rushed towards him, trying to trap him. In the eyes of others, Alex is just a child, so they are not dealt with very seriously.

If this group of more than ten people had taken action, Alex would have been beaten long ago. In the process of dodging, Alex kept recalling the kung fu movies he had watched, trying to think of ways to imitate some of the kung fu in them to protect himself. When he was struggling, he was simulating Jackie Chan's actions in the movie. It seemed extremely thrilling, but it made the enemy exhausted.

"careful!"

Just as Alex was playing tricks on the drunkards, Little Richard suddenly shouted. It turned out that another group of men had also started to take action. They were big white men. When they came together, Alex had no place to hide.

Seeing that Alex was about to be caught by those people, Little Richard became violent and struggled out regardless of the pull of others. He picked up a chair and hit one of the white men with his head.

"Bang!" With a sound, the white man was knocked to the ground.

When the white people saw that one of their own was knocked unconscious by a black man, no matter who hit him, they shouted a few times and started fighting with the black men again.

"How are you?" Little Richard quickly pulled Alex aside and asked in a low voice.

"nothing and you?"

"I'm fine too! Let's run away quickly."

"Then you have to be careful, they know you!"

Alex kindly reminded him that he knew that Little Richard frequented this tavern and might have been remembered by others. This knocked down a person. If Little Richard wants to do business here in the future, he will probably be in a little trouble.

Little Richard smiled and said nothing. However, someone soon noticed the two of them and shouted: "The kid who hit people is the snake oil seller. It has nothing to do with us!"

Fortunately, this group of drunkards no longer distinguish between right and wrong. They fight purely to vent their emotions and have no special purpose. However, some people still came towards them, wanting to give them a good beating and leave a souvenir to them.

Alex is not afraid this time. There is only one person on the other side and two on his side. He jumped up unexpectedly and kicked the opponent, hitting him in the lower abdomen. The unlucky guy screamed and fell down.

Before the two of them could say anything, someone else heard the sound and came. They quickly crawled and rolled out of the tavern. Only then did they realize that there were police standing outside the door, and the fight in the tavern was gradually stopped. The police handcuffed the troublemakers one by one and prepared to arrest them and lock them up for the night.

They were surprised to find two children, both old and young, running out of the tavern. One of the men, who looked like a police sergeant, came over. He held the two men's shoulders and said, "Hey, kids, why are you here?"

Alex then recounted the fact that he was invited to sing, and finally said: "Mr. Sheriff, please help me find my brother. He was lost in the chaos."

The sergeant nodded in agreement. He called another policeman and asked someone to look for it carefully. He comforted him and said, "Don't worry, kid, your brother will be fine. We will find him soon."

Alex knew that it was useless to worry, so he relaxed and waited for news about his brother. On the contrary, it was Little Richard who was in trouble. He had gotten into a lot of trouble and the police didn't believe anything he said.

"You have to come back to the police station with us!" The police chief said to Little Richard. He took out the handcuffs and was about to cuff the black guy.

Alex quickly explained: "Mr. Sheriff, please don't arrest my friend. He came with me."

The Sheriff didn't want to listen to a child's instructions, and he still insisted on taking Little Richard back for questioning. Seeing that his persuasion was ineffective, Alex had no choice but to resort to murder and secretly put a 10-dollar bill into the Sheriff's hand.

"He really didn't participate in the gang fight in the tavern. If you don't believe me, just look at the evidence I gave you."

The sergeant looked at the thing in his hand doubtfully, and then smiled knowingly. Maybe he felt that there were too many people arrested today and it was not worth wasting time on a black boy, so he waved his hand and said: "Go away! Stop making trouble, otherwise you will be arrested sooner or later."

Little Richard and Alex quickly disappeared in front of him, not daring to stay any longer. The two stood aside and watched the police arrest people. Alex wanted to find his brother and didn't dare to walk around. Strangely, Little Richard also accompanied him.

"If you don't go home, won't your family be worried?" Alex asked.

Little Richard shook his head with a wry smile: "Home? I have already run away from home."

It turned out that his father was a Catholic priest, and he was very strict with Little Richard, even harsh. A few years ago, little Richard couldn't stand his father, so he ran away and never returned home.

"Ah? How old are you this year?" Alex really couldn't believe that such a thing could happen in the world. Little Richard looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, which meant that he was already eleven or twelve years old. He ran out and wandered alone.

Sure enough, Little Richard replied that he was barely fifteen years old. He continued to talk about how he ran away from home, how he found food on the streets, and how he worked for others to make money to survive.

Hearing this, Alex couldn't help but stand in awe. Little Richard had to live a hard life by himself at such a young age. If it were him, he probably wouldn't dare to do that.

Alex secretly thought: "No wonder I feel different from Little Richard and others. It turns out that he has experienced so much and his mental age has long matured."

Little Richard on the other side also felt that Alex was not like ordinary children, and every move he made seemed more mature and rational. He felt that he and Alex suddenly became good friends, and they talked about everything.

"Alex! Alex!"

Suddenly, someone called Alex's name. He looked up and saw that it was his father, Bart.

Bart held Richard's left hand and walked towards them quickly. It turned out that Richard ran out of the chaotic tavern and met Bart outside. The two of them were also anxious to find Alex. Fortunately, a policeman found them and said that Alex was on this side of the street. Otherwise they don't know how long they will have to worry.

Little Richard looked at the reunion of the Carpenter family and wondered what he was thinking. He watched silently without saying a word. When Alex introduced him to Bart, he smiled and said, "Hello! Mr. Bart."

"This is my brother Richard, haha, you are also called Richard, but he is Little Richard!" When Alex introduced his brother, he told them an interesting story about how he and Little Richard met.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh, especially Richard and Little Richard who laughed very happily.

Little Richard stretched out his hand to Richard and said: "Hello! Richard, actually you are the real Little Richard!"

Richard was amused and chuckled. He held Little Richard's hand and said, "Hello, you are younger than me!"

Everyone stood in the street chatting for a while, and finally Little Richard said goodbye to them. After they separated, they never met Little Richard again. Perhaps he was selling snake oil somewhere else.

After the incident in the tavern, Alex wanted to find someone to learn some self-defense skills, but he never found a suitable person to teach him. He has never even met a Kung Fu master. If he could act alone, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net he would have gone to Chinatown to find a master. When the time comes, he only needs to stretch out his little hand to copy the opponent's kung fu, then go back and slowly connect it.

After a long time, Alex received a letter from the city of Atlanta. It turned out to be from Little Richard. In the letter, he described his recent situation and mentioned that he also planned to learn piano playing. He asked Alex to write him a letter as well. He could send it to a tavern and he would go and pick it up.

As a result, Alex began to correspond with him. In the process of chatting, the two gradually became very good friends and often wrote letters to describe their respective encounters and thoughts. Alex discovered that Little Richard actually had great ideas, but without family support, he ended up being busy running for survival.

"I will definitely become a celebrity! Just watch!" Little Richard vowed in the letter.

"Oh? Then I will be more famous than you, do you believe it?" Alex was also infected by the other party's enthusiasm, and he had the idea of ​​​​competition in his heart.

Little Richard then made an agreement with Alex that ten years from now, to see who is more famous, the winner will have to treat the loser to a big meal.

"Why do you have to win a treat?" Alex complained in the letter.

Soon, Little Richard wrote back and said with a smile: "Wouldn't it be too pitiful if the loser gave me a treat?"

In this way, they move forward, struggle and work hard towards their respective goals. Eventually, one day, they will meet at the top, and then it will be a different story. They firmly believe that their future is not a dream.