Reborn in America

Chapter 17： Escape from the Dead

Looking at the people around, Alex and Little Richard kept backing up until they reached the wall.

"Hey! That guy is a snake oil kid! His stuff is very effective when used by men!"

Some people recognize little Richard, and they often buy snake oil from little Richard. One of the seemingly prestigious black guys shouted to Little Richard: "Come here, don't mix with the white-skinned boy."

Little Richard's forehead was sweaty, he shook his head, and said nothing. Alex stretched out his hand and pushed him several times without moving.

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

His words made the black people furious and scolded him to make friends with the w*******g. One person even rushed forward and tried to drive Little Richard away, and another wanted to attack Alex.

The effect of Alex's training for many years was immediately manifested. He dodged quickly and the opponent missed a hit. Another person leaped towards him, trying to trap him. In the eyes of others, Alex was just a child, so he didn't deal with it very seriously.

If this group of more than a dozen people had all started, Alex would have been beaten up. In the process of dodge, Alex kept recalling the kung fu movies he had watched, trying to simulate some of the above kung fu to protect himself. When he was fighting, he was actually simulating Jackie Chan's actions in the movie, which seemed extremely thrilling, but made the enemy exhausted.

"Be careful!"

Just as Alex played the drunks happily, little Richard suddenly yelled. It turned out that another group of people started to do it too. They were big white men. When they came up together, they let Alex have nowhere to hide.

Seeing that Alex was about to be caught by those people, little Richard made a fierce blow, and violently struggled out regardless of other people's pulling. He picked up a chair, lifted it, and hit one of the white men.

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

When the white people saw that they were stunned by the n****r, no matter who caused it, they shouted and fought with the black people.

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

"nothing and you?"

"I'm fine too! Let's slip 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 he might have been remembered. This time knocked down a person. If little Richard wants to do business here in the future, it will probably be a little troublesome.

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

Fortunately, this group of drunks has no distinction between right and wrong. They fight purely to vent their emotions and have no special purpose. However, someone still came towards them, trying to beat them up and leave them a memorial.

This time Alex is not afraid. There is only one person on the other side, and there are two on his side. He jumped up unexpectedly and kicked the opponent to the middle of his belly. The hapless guy screamed and fell down.

Before the two had time to say anything, another heard the sound. They hurriedly crawled and rolled out of the tavern. Only then did they discover that the police were standing outside the door, and the fighting in the tavern was gradually stopped. The police handcuffed the troublemakers one by one, preparing to catch them back and lock them for a night.

They were surprised to find that two small and small children ran out of the tavern. One of them who looked like a sheriff came over, and he held the shoulders of the two men and said, "Hey, kid, 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 sheriff nodded and agreed. He called another policeman and asked him to look for it carefully. He comforted and said: "My child, don't worry, your brother will be fine. We will be able to find him soon."

Alex knew that it was useless to be anxious, so he relaxed and waited for news from his brother. On the contrary, Little Richard is in trouble. He has caused many things and said that the police did not believe it.

"You must come back to the police station with us!" The sheriff said to little Richard. He took out the handcuffs and prepared to handcuff the black guy.

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

The sheriff didn't want to listen to a child's instructions. He still insisted on taking Little Richard back for interrogation. Seeing that the persuasion was ineffective, Alex had to sacrifice a murder weapon and secretly stuffed a 10-yuan bill into the sheriff's hand.

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

The sheriff glanced at the thing in his hand suspiciously, then smiled knowingly. Maybe he felt that there were too many people arrested today, and it was not worth wasting time for a black boy, so he waved his hand and said, "Get out! Stop making trouble, or you will be caught in jail sooner or later."

Little Richard and Alex quickly disappeared before him, not daring to stay for a while. The two stood aside and watched the police arrest people. Alex was looking for his younger brother and didn't dare to walk around at will. The strange thing was that Little Richard was also with him.

"If you don't go home, don't the family worry?" Alex asked.

Little Richard shook his head with a wry smile: "Home? I've already ran away from home."

The original father was a Catholic priest, and he managed little Richard very harshly, even harshly. As early as 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 there was such a thing in the world. Little Richard seemed to be fourteen or five years old, which means he was as early as eleven or twelve. He ran out and wandered alone.

Sure enough, Little Richard replied that he was less than 15 years old this year. He continued to talk about how he ran out of home, how to find food on the street, how to work for people to earn money to survive.

Hearing this, Alex couldn't help but stand in awe. Little Richard was living so hard at a young age. If it was him, I'm afraid he wouldn't dare to do that.

Alex thought to himself: "No wonder he feels different from Little Richard and other people. It turns out that he has experienced so much and his mental age has already matured."

Little Richard on the other side also felt that Alex was not like an ordinary child, and his every move seemed more mature and rational. He felt that he had become good friends with Alex all at once, and he was the kind of talk about everything.

"Alex! Alex!"

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

Bart took Richard in his left hand and quickly walked towards them. It turned out that Richard ran out in the chaotic tavern, and just happened to meet Bart who had arrived 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 when to worry.

Little Richard watched the reunion of the Carpenter family, not knowing 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 it's little Richard!" When Alex introduced his brother, he told them an interesting story about his acquaintance with little Richard.

Everyone couldn't help laughing, especially Richard and Little Richard laughed very happily.

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

Richard was amused and giggled. He took little Richard's hand and said: "Hello, you are me younger than me!"

Everyone stood on the street and chatted for a while, and finally little Richard said goodbye to them. After separating, they never met Little Richard again, maybe he was selling snake oil elsewhere.

After that distress in the tavern, Alex deliberately wanted to find someone to learn kung fu to defend himself, but he never found the right person to teach him. He has never even encountered a kung fu master, if he could act alone, he would have gone to Chinatown to find a master. At that time, he can copy the other party's kung fu with just one small hand, and then go back and connect it slowly.

It took a long time for Alex to receive a letter from Atlanta. It turned out to be sent by Little Richard. He described his recent situation in the letter and mentioned that he also planned to learn piano performance. He asked Alex to write to him too, which could be sent to a tavern, and he would pick it up.

So Alex had a correspondence with him. In the process of chatting, the two gradually became very good friends, often writing letters to talk about the things and thoughts they encountered. Alex discovered that Little Richard was actually very thoughtful, but without the support of his family, he had been busy running around to survive.

"I will definitely be a celebrity! Watch it!" Little Richard vowed in the letter.

"Oh? Then I will be more famous than you, do you believe it or not?" Alex was also infected by the other's enthusiasm, and the idea of striving for strength emerged in his heart.

Little Richard agreed with Alex that ten years later, to see who is more famous, the winner will have to invite the loser to a feast.

"Why win a treat!" Alex complained in the letter.

Soon, little Richard replied with a smile: "If the loser treats guests, wouldn't it be too pitiful?"

In this way, they are advancing, struggling and working hard towards their respective goals. Eventually, one day, they will meet at the summit, and then it will be a different story. They are convinced that their future is not a dream.