After leaving the New Yorker magazine, Lin Chaoyang returned to Ansonia Apartment.

He had written a few columns and had to wait for the results after publication before writing. Tao Yushu also returned to Xiangjiang. Next, he had to focus on his new work.

With a lot of interviews with Ron Woodruff in the past few days, and the customs and customs I experienced in the United States along the way, the new work started smoothly.

But after all, he is not an American, and his short experience will still encounter some difficulties when writing in depth.

Sometimes Lin Chaoyang would go to the New York Central Library to check information, and sometimes he would call Luan Walter to his home to communicate with him about creative details. Most of the time, the problem would be solved.

After entering the writing state, he gets up at about 7:30 every day, then goes downstairs to have breakfast at a nearby cafe, takes a walk, and then returns to the apartment to start writing.

I wrote until two o'clock in the afternoon, then went out to have lunch, and then wandered outside.

During the writing of the book for more than half a month, he traveled from Central Park to the Hudson River, from 59th Street to 110th Street, and visited the entire Upper West Side.

Of course, his wandering is not just wandering around doing nothing. He will talk to strangers and chat, which can be regarded as a kind of collecting.

I wait until seven or eight o'clock in the evening to finish dinner, then go back to the apartment, and then write for two or three hours before going to bed.

This cycle repeats.

By the way, he also went to Wall Street twice in the meantime.

By the last day in mid-June, he had written 100,000 words for his new book, which was quite efficient.

That day he received a call from McIlrath of The New Yorker, saying that the sample issue for the last week of June was out.

The first of Lin Chaoyang's "A Bite of China" series of columns, "Nature's Gift", was published on it, and he made a special trip to the New Yorker magazine for this purpose.

Since its inception, The New Yorker has insisted on using cartoons to present New York urban life or current political events.

This has not changed to this day. This is not only the magazine’s long-standing feature, but also the inherent impression of it by all readers.

The three-column layout of the inner pages, the Carlson font, the illustrations and the distribution of advertisements have not changed much in recent decades.

Lin Chaoyang's column was placed in the "Life and Letters" column.

According to McIlrath, several articles in "A Bite of China" are about food, but more of them are about culture, the relationship between man and nature, and the development and changes of society. They are placed in the style of "Life and Letters"

It's very consistent.

"Lin, what do you think?" McIlrath asked Lin Chaoyang, who was flipping through the sample magazine.

"very good."

McIlrath nodded, "That's no problem. Next Monday, this publication will appear in major bookstores and bookstores in the United States."

The New Yorker is a weekly magazine most of the year and is published every Monday.

Lin Chaoyang left the New Yorker magazine with a sample copy.

"Lin, are you really not considering using a computer to write?"

A few days later, Luan Walter was called again by Lin Chaoyang to the Ansonia Apartment to consult on the details of life in novel creation.

"I didn't know when you wrote in Chinese, but now it should be very convenient to write in English."

"Handwriting feels better."

Luan Walter shrugged. Every writer he knew seemed to have some unique personal quirks. Lin Chaoyang's was considered very healthy.

He looked at his watch, "It's already noon, are you going to treat me to something to eat?"

"I gave you the opportunity to fish with pay, shouldn't you be the one to invite me?"

"Your royalties in one year are more than what I earned in ten years. Stop being so stingy."

The two joked with each other and went out to find food.

With a lunch partner, Lin Chaoyang's foraging scope expanded a lot, and he and Luan Walter went to an old restaurant on 86th Street: Barney Greengrass Restaurant.

According to Luan Walter, this store has been open since 1908 and has a history of more than 80 years. Its specialties are sturgeon, salmon and whitefish.

"It has a nickname among New York gourmets, called the Sturgeon King."

Luan Walter was very excited and told Lin Chaoyang about the history and characteristics of the store.

"Yeah, not bad."

Lin Chaoyang tasted the specialty smoked salmon in the store and gave his own evaluation.

Listening to his comments, Luan Walter was slightly dissatisfied and complained: "A difficult eater like you,

I don’t think any restaurant will welcome you.”

When checking out, Lin Chaoyang placed a $5 note on the table, and the waiter immediately beamed.

"Welcome to visit next time!"

"Look, I have another way to be popular!" Lin Chaoyang raised his eyebrows.

Luanne Walter muttered: "It's great to be rich, why don't you drive yourself?"

"Lin, what are we doing on Wall Street?"

After lunch, Luan Walter did not return to Random House. It was a rare opportunity to fish. He did not plan to go back to work today. Following Lin Chaoyang, no one could do anything to him.

He was sipping coffee comfortably and flipping through the latest issue of "The New Yorker" in his hand.

"Lin, although I don't want to admit it, your prose is really good. Our colleagues are also reading it and they all say it is good."

"Really?" Lin Chaoyang's voice was a little absent-minded.

"Of course. Your article is very interesting. It seems to be about food, but it is actually about the development of society.

The evolution of history, the relationship between man and nature————”

Luan Walter praised several times in succession, but when he didn't hear Lin Chaoyang's response, he raised his head.

I saw Lin Chaoyang with a serious face, his brows furrowed like mountains and ravines, his eyes falling on the newspaper in his hand, "Is there any big news?"

Lin Chaoyang shook his head, "It's nothing. It's not about the United States, it's about East China and SZ appeared in South China."

Since May, there have been continuous heavy rains in some provinces in China. It is the beginning of summer. People originally thought that it was just the rainy season that had arrived early.

No one expected that the abnormal heavy rains would continue continuously, and this situation occurred in many provinces.

Some provinces have received more than 1,600 millimeters of rainfall in just half a month, almost reaching the annual rainfall. SZ has already appeared in Jianghuai and Huaihe provinces.

He was reading the "Wall Street Journal". An American newspaper's SZ report on China's inland areas could not be too detailed, but Lin Chaoyang knew how serious this SZ was.

"Looks serious?" Luanne Walter asked.

"It's quite serious." Lin Chaoyang put down the newspaper and said, "Lu An, I have to go back to China!"

When Lin Chaoyang said this, his eyes were so serious that Luan Walter thought he was going to take off his clothes in the next second to reveal a capital "S" and red pants.

"Are you going to provide disaster relief?" Luan Walter asked tentatively.

"It's disaster relief."

Lin Chaoyang didn't notice that Luan Walter breathed a sigh of relief, and then showed appreciation.

"I didn't realize that someone as stingy as you would actually think of going to disaster relief."

Lin Chaoyang said sternly: "My stinginess is based on people."

After receiving a critical blow, Luan Walter looked unhappy and was thinking about how to fight back, but Lin Chaoyang had already stood up.

"Lin, where are you going?"

"Go back and pack your things and go to the airport."

Lin Chaoyang didn't even look back.

At that moment, Luanne Walter really felt that his back looked a bit like Christopher Reeve.

What a pity he is a miser!

"Lin, don't forget to write novels when doing disaster relief."

Flying across the ocean, it was impossible for Lin Chaoyang to leave whenever he wanted. He left only the next day.

Of course, going to the airport requires Luan Walter as a driver. In the car, he didn't forget to tell Lin Chaoyang to write a novel.

"You are so considerate!"

Lin Chaoyang got out of the car with his luggage, and Luan Walter watched him enter the airport.

Half a day later, Lin Chaoyang walked out of the passage of Kai Tak Airport and saw Tao Yushu and the two children at a glance.

There were a few bodyguards around them, but they were scattered among the crowd and looked very inconspicuous.

It had been forty or fifty days since Lin Chaoyang left home. The two little ones at home were extremely excited to see Lin Chaoyang and kept calling them daddy.

"It's a coincidence that you're back, the company is going public tomorrow!"

"I won't go, so as not to be ridiculed by the media again." Lin Chaoyang said jokingly.

"I've already returned to Hong Kong, so I might as well go. The company doesn't go public every year."

The couple got into the car while talking.

Lin Chaoyang became concerned about the situation in the mainland, and the information he knew in the United States was very limited.
To be continued...