On June 28, 1981, at 11 a.m. Beijing time, and at 7 p.m. Pacific time on June 27, it was the time for Americans to have dinner.

The flight from Shanghai to San Francisco landed at San Francisco International Airport.

Gan Guoyang had a good sleep on the plane. Large passenger planes like Boeing 747, flying in the stable stratosphere, passengers felt that the plane was still.

The flight attendant on the plane has begun to remind passengers that they are about to arrive at their destination, and others have also woken up one after another.

"Hey, Dad, wake up quickly, I'm here!" Gan Guoyang looked at Gan Youwei beside him and was still sleeping soundly.

"It must be because I drank some wine."

Gan Guoyang did not expect that on China's international flights in the 1980s, there would be Maotai wine tastings!

Gan Youwei had a poor alcohol tolerance, but he came with a glass of wine without drinking. After all, this is a state banquet.

After drinking, he was dizzy and fell asleep. He went to San Francisco, and the flight attendant's reminder did not wake him up.

"Dad!" Gan Guoyang shouted to Gan Youwei's ear.

"Ah!" Gan Youwei woke up suddenly, "What's wrong?"

"Dad, I'm in the United States."

"Have you arrived?" Gan Youwei woke up, took off the clothes covered by his body, straightened his body and looked out the window.

"It's really here." Because Gan Youwei has seen the landmark building in San Francisco, the Kinmen Cross-Sea Bridge.

In the dusk sunset, the bridge looks particularly magnificent. In the city of San Francisco, on the east coast of the Pacific, it has begun to have bright lights, which is in sharp contrast with Shanghai when Gan Guoyang left.

"Is this the United States?" Gan Guoyang also looked at the light outside the window, thinking that in another twenty or thirty years, China will become the same as here.

The plane began to land, and Gan Guoyang sat in the seat, wearing a seat belt, feeling his heart sinking constantly. However, his mood began to fly.

San Francisco, this is the home court of the NBA team Golden State Warriors!

This means that in 1981, before the NBA entered China, he could already go to the scene to enjoy the world's highest-level basketball game. This was something he could not do in the 21st century.

The plane finally landed slowly on the runway of San Francisco International Airport. A more than ten hour trip allowed people to cross the vast Pacific Ocean and reach the other side.

Gan Youwei also felt that he had reached the other side of his life. For him, he finally took his son away from the land that made him sad and started his father and son's life again.

After getting off the plane, Gan Youwei took his son with the I-94 form and customs declaration form to San Francisco International Airport to go through the entry procedures and accept entry inspections from immigration officials and customs personnel.

During the entry inspection, officials of the Immigration Bureau would ask some simple questions, but Gan Youwei went to school since childhood and only learned Russian in foreign languages, and he forgot it almost, so how could he understand it?

Although there are so many immigrant officials who have seen each other, they will not make things difficult for him.

However, Gan Guoyang was able to understand the immigrant officials' questions and answer a few sentences in simple English, which really surprised Gan Youwei.

Although Dang Lei's English proficiency is not very good, he is more than enough to answer a few questions about "what is the name", "how old is it?" and "where to come from". Therefore, Gan Guoyang naturally surprised his father and was surprised.

"My good son, your English level is good? Why are you not as good as your English exam?"

"Hehe, the exam is different from the actual application."

In this way, the two of them successfully passed the security check and walked towards the exit with their relevant visas.

Gan Youwei got a labor visa. He worked in a Chinese restaurant run by his cousin in San Francisco. It took him a lot of effort to get this visa.

Gan Guoyang has a study abroad visa and comes to the United States to go to high school for the last year and strives to apply for a US university.

After leaving the airport, the two of them had to think about finding their cousins ​​in this foreign country where they were unfamiliar with their lives.

Gan Youwei looked at this extremely strange city and the strange foreign faces around him. The feeling of rebirth that he had before on the plane was wiped out, replaced by a feeling of fear and loneliness.

"Dad, where is the visit of my cousin's house? Let's take a taxi to go there." However, Gan Guoyang was very calm and made a suggestion.

Thinking of his son, Gan Youwei's heart immediately calmed down. He took out a notebook from his bag, and then took out a note of paper from the notebook, which contained the address of the cousin's restaurant. Because it was the busiest time of the restaurant, he couldn't come to pick them up.

"Stockton Street, Chinatown, San Francisco, Gan Family Restaurant." Gan Youwei looked at the address on the note, and there was an English address and the restaurant's phone number attached at the back.

"Let's go, dad, let's take a taxi."

In the parking lot outside the airport, there were yellow taxis lined up, like locusts. Unlike in China at that time, taxis were hard to come by.

After finding a car to go up, Gan Guoyang gave the note to the taxi driver and said he wanted to go to this place.

The driver is an Indian with a headscarf, and is everywhere in the United States. He should have carried many Chinese people, so without saying a word, he started the car and drove towards downtown San Francisco.

San Francisco International Airport is located in the south of downtown San Francisco, about twenty kilometers away from Chinatown in the city center.

The taxi drives on Highway 101 in San Francisco Bay, heading north.

In the night wind, Gan Guoyang looked at the bright downtown San Francisco that was getting closer and closer in the distance, and he still felt like dreaming. The changes he experienced in the past two days were so amazing. He felt that perhaps it was because the changes were too amazing that he was surprisingly calm and accepted this fact very quickly, as if he wanted to protect his nerves and not let himself go crazy.

But when he calmed down, he couldn't help but think, and couldn't help but "recalling the future."

Recalling the future is a great paradox.

At this time, Gan Guoyang was eager to find something that could fill his life, so that he would not let himself fall into unpredictable confusion because of thinking about those things.

"Dad, I want to buy a basketball."

"Basketball? OK, of course it's no problem. I just don't know if American basketball will be more expensive."

"Haha, everything in the United States costs US dollars, of course it's more expensive."

"Dad, I will make money well! You kid, just study hard in the United States!"

For Gan Guoyang, he felt that the biggest gain of this time and space in the past was to have a father who loves him.

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The car finally arrived in Chinatown after driving for about half an hour.

As soon as we arrived in Chinatown, the car passed through a green archway, which immediately made the father and son feel a sense of intimacy.

The entire Chinatown exudes a strong cultural atmosphere of southern China, and the many yellow skin and dark hair on the streets make people feel like they have returned to China.

Finally, after many twists and turns, the taxi stopped and the destination arrived.

Gan Youwei took out a fifty dollar and gave it to the driver, and signaled that he would not have to look for it anymore. Gan Youwei also knew that the United States had the habit of paying tips.

When the father and son got out of the car, they saw a big wooden sign with red background and black letters: "Gan Family Restaurant."

At this time, the restaurant was busy and full of seats. The two of them opened the door and walked in with big bags.

"Welcome, how many?" A Chinese girl came up and asked cordially.

"Oh... no, I'm looking for your boss." Gan Youwei felt relieved as soon as he spoke Chinese.

"Look for our boss?"

"Yes, I am your boss's cousin and I just came from China."

As soon as Gan Youwei finished speaking, a tall and burly fat man walked out of the kitchen door inside, wearing a white chef's uniform. As soon as he saw Gan Youwei and his son at the door, he immediately came up to meet him.

"Oh, this isn't this a good cousin! Come here quickly, thank you for your hard work, come here from China. Unfortunately, this time is wrong. The restaurant is busy and cannot pick you up. Sorry, sorry. Quickly, put the things in the counter. I'll call my dad later, he's making special roast duck in it."

This enthusiastic fat man is Gan Youwei's cousin, Gan Youtang. Although his "preface" is a bit far away, he is more than ten thousand miles apart.

"Oh no, let me be busy first. Come on, I have seen my cousin, your cousin, call me cousin." Gan Youwei pulled his son and asked Gan Guoyang to say hello to his cousin.

"Hello, cousin, I am Guoyang."

"Oh, this kid is so tall? He is really taller than my Guohui? Cousin, it seems that his life in China is good, why bother to come to the United States?" Gan Youtang joked.

"Where is it? Life is just around the corner, but I still yearn for a better capitalist life!" Gan Youwei also joked a few times.

At this time, an old man in a chef's uniform walked out of the kitchen, and he wiped his hands with a towel while coming out.

"You are here, are you here? Oh, look at me, I'm busy here, I don't have time to pick you up."

The old man is naturally Gan Youyi's cousin, Gan Guoyang's cousin, Gan Bingguang, the owner of Gan Family Restaurant.

"Thank you for your hard work, and you will ask you to take care of me when you come to the United States. This is my son, Gan Guoyang. When you come to Guoyang, you are called cousin."

"Hello, cousin." Gan Guoyang said hello to his cousin again.

In fact, Gan Youwei and Gan Youtang are already relatively distant cousins. After all, in the era when Gan Youwei's father was born, there were many children in the family, which was really a match for three thousand miles.

What's more, his cousin took his family to the United States before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Gan Youwei has not seen this cousin for more than 30 years, let alone Gan Guoyang, who has two lives of memory, has never seen this cousin and cousin.

"Youtang, take Youwei and Guoyang upstairs. The guest rooms have been arranged so they can settle down."

"Okay."

Gan Youtang took Gan Youwei and his son upstairs and put their luggage in a small room.

"It's good, I'm sorry for you two for the time being. The place here is relatively small. Our family of six lives in another apartment, and it's not a good place. I'll let you live in the store for the time being. If you have a house in the future, I'll rent a house for you."

"I am very satisfied if I can live without a church. Now I have arrived in this foreign country, without a job or income, and it is good to have a place to shelter from the wind and rain."

Gan Youwei was very open-minded, but Gan Guoyang suffered more hardships in his "previous life", so naturally he had no opinions at all.

The father and son lived in this way and cleaned up the small room.

In the evening, the restaurant was closed and the employees were all home. Youtang went upstairs and asked the two to come down, saying that their cousin had made a few dishes and wanted to help them with the two of them.

Gan Guoyang is a person with two lives of memories. In the 21st century, he had no money or power, but he was very knowledgeable. Although it was seen from the Internet, he was still a little surprised to see a table of rich dishes, because he didn't know most of these dishes.

"Cousin, you're so polite... Why do you have to do this... Let's just eat something casually."

"Oh, you came from afar, and they were cousins ​​again. It was already very rude to not pick you up. How could you make the delicious dishes on the table? Come on, don't be polite, eat it."
To be continued...