"[Name], the daughter of Sherry Parker, decided to leave Detroit for good after her father died in a tragic car accident. Seeking a fresh start, she and her mother moved to Beijing, China.
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As I descended to the first floor, I approached the guard at the reception desk, and we locked eyes for a moment.
"Shit, I should learn Chinese," I whispered to myself, which seemed to confuse him. "Can you tell me where Mr. Han is?" I asked, hoping he understood.
The guard nodded, indicating that he knew Mr. Han's whereabouts. "Oh, Mr. Han," he replied, and I nodded in response. He began speaking in Chinese, causing my smile to drop as I struggled to understand his directions.
I simply nodded, offering a polite smile before quickly making my way down the hallway. Eventually, I stumbled upon a group of people engaged in conversation.
Clearing my throat, I caught their attention, and we exchanged curious glances. "Can you tell me where Mr. Han is?" I inquired, mentioning his name. Their faces lit up with recognition, and they eagerly pointed me in the right direction.
"Damn, I hate this," I muttered under my breath as I exited the building.
Continuing on, I followed the directions provided by the guard. Eventually, I arrived at a quaint house nestled along the roadside. Taking a deep breath, I approached the front door and knocked gently.
"Mr. Han?" I called out, peering inside to find him engaged in an unexpected activity. He seemed to be trying to catch a fly with a chopstick, his movements precise and focused.
After a tense moment, he successfully swatted the fly, but when I attempted to get his attention, he remained aloof.
Undeterred, I explained the reason for my visit, but Mr. Han's response was inscrutable. Sensing our communication was futile, I decided to try again later.
As I made my exit, a woman with a broken electric fan rushed in, adding to the surreal atmosphere. Taking it as a cue, I bid Mr. Han farewell and left, determined to address the hot water issue another time.
Shaking off the strange encounter, I headed towards the park, where the sounds of children playing filled the air, momentarily lifting my spirits.
As I looked around, I decided to take a stroll in the park to clear my mind. The lush greenery and serene atmosphere provided a welcome respite from the chaos of my earlier encounters.
As I walked, I spotted the blonde boy from earlier. He was sitting on a bench, engrossed in a book, his blonde hair catching the sunlight. Intrigued, I approached him with a friendly smile.
"Hey there," I greeted him, taking a seat beside him on the bench. "Fancy seeing you here. What are you reading?"
He looked up from his book, a surprised expression lighting up his face as he recognized me. "Oh, hey! I didn't expect to run into you again so soon," he replied, closing the book and turning his attention to me. "I'm just reading this novel I picked up from the library. It's pretty interesting."
