ring of beasts

() When Yang Guang drove the Hummer along Highway 80 into Des Moines, it was not too late.

On both sides of the road are small villas with unique shapes, and there are no crowds of people or traffic.

There are almost no pedestrians on the clean and tidy streets.

Moreover, the urban structure of Des Moines is completely different from other pie-shaped urban structures. The urban structure of Des Moines seems to be like a snowflake. It is a city composed of communities one by one, and each community is separated by a large number of

Farm green space.

In other words, Yang Guang drove into the city center, but not far away there was a large green farm. You thought you could drive out of the city, but then a villa area appeared in sight again, so it was difficult for you to

Determine where the center of the city is.

Of course, Des Moines still has a city center. Yang Guang saw several high-rise buildings of more than ten or twenty stories in front of him, which were very abrupt in the middle of the city. There were also some shops on both sides of the street...

In fact, this kind of quiet and leisurely small city is truly a typical American city. There are only a dozen prosperous big cities like New York and Chicago with a population of over one million in the United States.

Finally, the two found a manor-style hotel.

The hotel is entirely composed of small white buildings, and is surrounded by flat lawns. The feature of this hotel is probably a small golf driving range, but Yang Guang did not understand the rules of golf and played casually.

A few shots pulled him down.

Dinner was a buffet, typical American style, with several salads, grilled chicken, grilled pork chops and steak, as well as some bread, tortillas and the like.

After several days of eating hot dog sandwiches and the like, Yang Guang was really disgusted with Western food. Those greasy salad dressings and tomato sauce seasoning dishes were really difficult to arouse Yang Guang's appetite. So he soaked two packets.

Instant noodles, suck them up.

Back to his room. After washing, Yang Guang looked up and fell on the soft bed. The room was in an American country style. The roof, floor and furniture were all made of pure wood. With the green lawn outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, a peaceful and natural atmosphere hit his face.

Come.

After driving for two consecutive days, Yang Guang was a little tired, but he still couldn't help cheering up. He went to the self-service laundry room provided by the hotel to wash his changed clothes.

Because there may not be hotels with such good conditions for the rest of the trip, I need to wash the clothes I have worn in the past few days.

Irene seemed to have the same idea as Yang Guang, because Yang Guang met her with wet hair in the laundry room.

Yang Guang was embarrassed. Because his underwear and underwear were all in it, he hurriedly threw it into the washing machine and put in a coin.

Irene was also a little shy, and Yang Guang seemed to see that she didn't seem to be wearing any underwear under her tight T-shirt.

Both of them were embarrassed and said a few random words.

Yang Guang didn't have much experience in getting along with girls. What's more, American girls were shy and blushing even though they were cute.

The only difference is that Irene is more straightforward and cheerful, saying whatever she thinks without too much scheming.

Moreover, American women are not as open-minded as everyone thinks. Of course there are some who are open-minded, but there are also many who regard chastity as very important.

For example, Irene. Although the two were together for two whole days, she was quite conservative. There was no passion between her and Yang Guang.

But why did she sneak into her bedroom for the first time in her villa?

The next morning, the two of them drove the car and continued their journey. After a good night's rest, they both felt refreshed by changing into clean clothes.

The next journey is from Des Moines south through Missouri and into Kansas. If nothing unexpected happens, we may be able to reach Colorado today.

Within two or three hours, the car passed through Missouri and entered Kansas.

Yang Guang has a deep impression on Kansas City because he watched a cartoon when he was a child. It tells the story of a little girl in Kansas who was blown far away by a tornado and then returned back after all the hardships.

The story of my hometown.

Yang Guang has forgotten the main plot of the cartoon. He only remembers that the little girl's hometown is Kansas because she always tells others that she is from Kansas.

But when Yang Guang was in elementary school, he discovered that Kansas did not exist among the five continents in the world, so he was puzzled for a time.

Entering Kansas, the population became even sparser, and for a long time you could hardly see a passing car.

This is already the heart of the United States, with very few towns and barren plains. Some farms are scattered here and there, but they are very few.

There seems to be only one road on the flat grassland, and there is only one car on the road.

Coupled with the fact that American country music was playing in the car, a feeling of being a cowboy in a world of originality came to my face.

Aileen offered to replace Yang Guang for a while, but he refused. Because he is a man after all, and besides, he is not tired.

"Yang, I have never been in contact with Chinese boys before, but after being with you, I feel that Chinese boys are much better than we thought." Irene raised her long white legs to the bridge

, shaking these white and tender feet and said.

"Really? Why do you say that?" Yang Guang asked, looking at Irene crookedly. He was naturally very interested in this topic.

"Because Chinese boys are very considerate, willing to take on more responsibilities, and respect women very much. This is completely different from the Chinese men I saw in some movies," Irene said thoughtfully, "I used to think that all Chinese men would marry

Several wives are very stubborn and won’t let them go out.”

I'm afraid it's due to the influence of a certain famous director. To be honest, several of his films have seriously affected the image of Chinese men.

"What about the American boys?" Yang Guang asked again.

"They love dreams and freedom, but they don't seem to be as mature as Chinese men. Sometimes they are too self-centered and care more about themselves than their families."

Yang Guang naturally accepted Irene's evaluation in his heart, because she told the truth.

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment"

"No. And Chinese boys can also learn magical Chinese martial arts." Irene's eyes showed a look of admiration.

Not every Chinese man knows martial arts, but Yang Guang did not correct her.

"So what do you think is the difference between Chinese girls and American girls?" Irene asked Yang Guangdao.

"Chinese girls are gentle, American girls are cheerful," Yang Guang replied without thinking.

"So, would you like an American girl as your girlfriend?" Erin asked again.

Yang Guang looked sideways at Irene again, this was too direct. The beautiful and sexy Irene was about the same age as him, with long chestnut hair, delicate facial features and fair skin, and she was not as plump as many American women.

The freckles on my body are in line with the aesthetics of the Chinese people. And my personality is very cheerful and attractive." If conditions permit, of course I will." Yang Guang thought for a while and said. But he couldn't bring himself to answer in the negative.

"What's not allowed?" Irene asked in surprise as she opened her blue eyes wide.

What is not allowed is that there are still three women in the family that have not been settled. Do we need to add a foreigner?

"Because I may not be able to marry an American girl."

"But aren't falling in love and getting married two different things?" Eileen said confidently, "Why must you get married if you're in love?"

"Any relationship that is not for the purpose of marriage is just a hooligan," Yang Guang said.

"Why. Ridiculous idea" Erin said angrily.

Yang Guang did not expect that their worldview was like this. However, she did not continue the topic, fearing that she would really have a vigorous love affair with this beautiful American girl.

Fortunately, a small town appeared in front of him soon, and Irene quickly forgot her unhappiness.

"Eileen, there is a small town ahead. Let's go and take a rest."

"good"

This is a very small American-style town. There are only a few streets and a dozen American-style villas. The clean streets are empty and there are no people. There are no high-rise buildings in the center of the town, only some convenience stores and gas stations.

and laundry room and the like.

In a family-style restaurant, the two of them sat down to have lunch. Among ordinary American dishes, the only thing that was a bit special was a barbecued meat pancake similar to Chinese meat buns.

The owner of the restaurant, a fat American like a bucket, told Yang Guang that this kind of pancake is only available here in the world.

Yang Guang naturally did not attack him.

Naturally, Yang Guang paid the bill every time he ate. At first, Irene wanted to make arrangements with Yang Guang, but after a few times, she stopped insisting.

Yang Guang naturally knows that the AA system is generally used between ordinary friends and even lovers in the United States.

But he regarded Eileen as a friend, and he knew that she didn't have much money, and he had too much money to spend, so he would naturally pay every time.

But what he doesn't know is that if an American girl can accept a boy's treat, it almost means that she can continue to do many things that are beneficial to her body and mind.

There were only two customers at this restaurant, Yang Guang and a short, fat old man with a big beard. And with the old man was a thin, middle-aged American man, who also had a big beard and looked like Jesus Christ.

"Hi, Asian boy." A bearded old man sitting next to him came uninvited with a glass of beer and sat next to Yang Guang.

The thin American man at his table looked rather dull, but he didn't come over.

"Are you from the Japanese country or the Kimchi country?" the bearded man asked.

"Chinese"

"Cool, we have never had a Chinese boy here before," the bearded man said happily, "Let's have a drink together."

Okay, Yang Guang ordered a bottle of beer and took a sip with the old man.

The old man was very talkative and talked about many things with Yang Guang. Yang Guang also knew that most of the rural people in the United States were very enthusiastic and talkative, so he also cooperated with the conversation.

"Why don't you come to my farm as a guest? I have great barbecue." Just when Yang Guang was about to leave, the old man suddenly said, "I think there is a Chinese who has been to my farm as a guest. He must be Yang Guang."

Something I’m very proud of.”

Yang Guang also generally understood the thinking of these American farmers. They were very proud of doing things that others had never done, such as having a Chinese visit their home.

But what they are proud of is not because Yang Guang is Chinese, but because no Chinese has ever stayed here, and he can invite a Chinese to be his guest. This is the logic of the American people.

Although there are very many Chinese in some big cities on the east and west coasts of the United States, such as places like New York and Los Angeles, in these desolate towns thousands of kilometers away from the east and west coasts, Chinese people rarely set foot.

Yang Guang didn't have a good reason to refuse, and he didn't have a very urgent schedule, and he was also curious about American farms. So Yang Guang drove his Hummer and followed the American old man there along a gravel path.

his farm.

The old man's farm was very far away, and it took two or three hours to drive there. The farm was very large, with corn planted there, and there were dozens of cattle and hundreds of sheep wandering back and forth on the open grassland.

In addition to this farm, there is another farm nearby that belongs to that thin man.

Other than that, there is nothing else in this vast land.

This was a bit surprising to Yang Guang. I really don't know how they usually spend their time. Aren't they lonely? The nearest town is still a few hours away, and there are no people in that town at all.

You probably know why the old man is so hospitable.

There are only him and his wife on the old man's farm. Their children also live in big cities and are not interested in farm life. This is no different from young people in China.

Can two people manage such a big farm? Yang Guang asked curiously.

It turns out that when farming is busy, the old man will hire some people in the town, and some agricultural economic companies will come to harvest the crops, so it is not too tiring.

After riding a horse around the old man's farm all afternoon, the old man set up a barbecue next to a bright pond behind the house.

The old man roasted some beef, mutton and ham. Although Yang Guang was not used to it, he still gave it a high evaluation.

The old man laughed heartily and was very confident in his craftsmanship.

After a very leisurely afternoon, and seeing that it was not yet dark, Yang Guang and Irene said goodbye to the old man and his wife, and also gave them some not-so-valuable gifts.

The old man told Yang Guang that he didn't need to go back the same way, as that would be too troublesome. He could continue walking a little further on the road in front of his farm, and then go west on another road to join the interstate highway again.

Set off again, moving along this gravel road, the road ahead became even more desolate. Most of the land was exposed to yellow sand, and there was only an occasional piece of grassland. Therefore, there were almost no farms here.

A few hours later, the sky gradually became dark, and the surrounding area was deserted without any towns in sight. Erin felt sleepy and couldn't hold on any longer and began to doze off.

"Yang, stop driving, let's sleep in the car overnight and start our journey tomorrow," she suggested while dozing off.

A man and a woman sleeping together in the same car?

This is really a tempting proposal, Yang Guang thought to himself as he looked at the sleepy Irene in the passenger seat. (To be continued.)

ps: It's a bit late today, because such a chapter requires a lot of information to be checked, and it is much more difficult to write than the domestic and adventure chapters. But although no one may be more truthful, I still hope to write more truthfully.