Chapter 01:- Family

TL:- MADGHOST

 "God knows how much I regret giving birth to you! Good knows!"

The loud female voice, swearing with a right RAP tone, severely disrupted Song Ya's dream.

He sighed, sat up reluctantly, and slowly picked up the sweater from the bed to put it on.

It's already been more than ten days since his crossing. Whether or not it's suitable, he can only endure it for now.

Of course, he is not called Song Ya now, nor is he a Chinese. Now his full name is Alexander Song. A fifteen-year-old boy, whose biological parents died in a car crash, and is currently living with his aunt in Chicago.

The soundproofing in the house was non-existent. A series of vulgar words popped into his years from down-stairs. Aunt Susie was currently  "teaching" her 17-year-old daughter, Connie, Alexander Song's cousin.

"Born." Song Ya sighed secretly.

"Yeh, yeh! Speaking of bitch, I don't know who gave birth to two children at a young age!"

Over the years, Connie has also learned from the "teachings.” She sneered at her mom without showing any weakness. 

Aunt Susie gave birth to her eldest son Tony at a young age. Then to Connie again the following year, after that, the man who worked hard ran away without a trace.

"Hey, the point was about not returning home at night?" Song Ya complained again in his heart.

On this issue, if you are in China, the focus of your parents will never go away. Aunt Susie, however, just clamored about other things and threw cousin Connie's absence from home throughout the night away.

After getting dressed, Song Ya went into the bathroom not far away. He then started the faucet and started washing.

The sound of rushing water temporarily isolated the quarrel downstairs. He looked in the mirror and looked at himself of this life.

Calculated according to the Chinese people's aesthetics of black people, he has a slightly childish yet good-looking face, and because he is half Chinese, his complexion is slightly lighter. At the age of 15, the height is little over 1.70 meters, and the figure is well-proportioned...... of course, it goes without saying that as a traverser, it doesn't matter whether this skin is good or bad. After all, this is the US, the capitalist society. What can't you buy as long as you have money?

"But here comes the problem. It doesn't matter if I pass through without receiving any special abilities, but it was too much to let me pass without the memories of my previous lives!"

In the past ten days, despite his various attempts, his memories of his past life were always a mess. Except for the rapid progress in mathematics, it was impossible to remember any critical or significant historical events or things I have played, read, or heard in my previous life. And that point of mathematics result can't explain much. 

Chicago's south city is mostly a slum where blacks gather. The teaching quality of community middle schools is inferior, while the difficulty of the exam paper is inherently low. If the ethnic talent of Chinese people is brought over here, Song Ya will not be able to play.

"Where is the other slacker? Come out and have breakfast!"

There were too many children and not enough energy to treat them differently. So Aunt Susie treats them all equally and has never given Song Ya any abuse or preferential treatment. Of course, the same is valid with her language.

"coming!"

Song Ya quickly packed up and walked downstairs.

The creaking sound from the staircase indicates that this house is already past its prime. This is a standard slum house. It is a detached house, but it’s not far from the left and right homes.

It is made with only wood. The second floor originally had two bedrooms, one large and one small. The large bedroom was later divided into two. Song Ya and cousin Tony live in one room, while Connie and ten-year-old sister Emily live in the other room. Aunt Susie and her younger Child Freddy live in the original small bedroom.

The first floor is full of the living room, kitchen, and dining room. There is only a small bathroom without a shower under the stairs on the first and second floors.

There is a fierce quarrel; what should everyone do? Aunt Susie is holding the spatula in one hand and looking at the golden scrambled eggs in the pan, while keeping little Freddie, who is looking at people with big blue eyes, in her arms, coaxing him. Aunt Susie’s newest boyfriend is white, so little Freddie is mixed.

Connie and Emily at the dinner table took turns taking milk and oatmeal rings into their bowls.

Tony leaned back his neck and roughly nodded the spray can of cream into his mouth.

"Open your mouth."

He swallowed the full cream, then turned the mouth of the jar to Song Ya.

"No."

Song Ya shook his head and refused. The soul in this body had already changed. The bucket figures of Aunt Susie and Tony and the horizontal trend visible to the naked eye of Connie served as a warning. Obesity is an enemy; he must always be vigilant in this life.

"You have changed a lot recently, Alex," Tony said.

"Really?" Song Ya's heart was tight: "Which way?"

"Ok……"

Tony started to eliminate the milk-foamed oatmeal, "It's... it's a feeling... you know."

"What a simple thing! For women!"

Connie laughed at Song Ya: "Who did you get involved with?" Again, she succeeded in turning the topic off the track.

"I……"

Before Song Ya could keep up with her thoughts, Aunt Susie divided the tender Western-style scrambled eggs among the plates in front of the four brothers and sisters, "Shut your mouth, eat quickly, don't miss the school bus!"  and didn’t wait to throw a glare at Connie.

"Wait for me to change clothes! I'll be ready soon!" Connie bounced up without answering her lips this time.

American girls wearing yesterday’s clothes generally mean that they did not go home for the night. So the primary purpose of Connie coming back in the morning was to change her clothes.

"Who brought her back in the morning?" Aunt Susie took the opportunity to ask in a low voice. It turned out that she hadn't forgotten about this.

"I don't know. I only heard the engine sound." Tony replied and stepped on Song Ya's foot secretly.

Song Ya shook his head. He really didn't know.

Little Emily also shook his head.

Aunt Susie didn't delve into it anymore. She went back to concentrate on cleaning the kitchen utensils. "Hey! The black woman..." She sighed in a low voice.

Milk, oatmeal rings, and scrambled eggs, it only took Song Ya three minutes to get them all off. It’s 1990, the welfare system in the U.S. is not as good as that in the past for those with five children. In the future, single-parent families, meeting the most basic needs of food, clothing, housing, transportation, and education does not seem to be a problem, and there is even an excess of calories in food.

After Connie changed her clothes, the four siblings said goodbye to Aunt Susie and left the house at once.

Unlike Song Ya’s impression of the United States before crossing, there is no lawn in front of and behind the community houses here. Only gray weeds and messy piles of debris, wooden fences in disrepair, and various types of old cars... Including Aunt Susie. A small Cameroonian national flag was hung at the door of several families nearby, indicating that they still remember their roots in the African continent.

"It's cold!"

Not only was the temperature in Chicago in February low, but the wind was also strong. Emily shuddered and quickly hid her small body behind Tony.

Tony turned around and hugged Emily in his arms and then used his hand to help her cover her face. Everyone shrank their necks and walked quickly to the school(bus) platform a few hundred meters away.

TL:- MADGHOST

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