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Chapter 123 Sunset Dangdang Car

Meals are eaten at nine o'clock, and people go to bed at ten o'clock.Han Yi is probably the most tiring person on the road today. For the 375 miles, Zhao Youzhen took over the rest of the 350 miles, and Han Yi took over the remaining [-] miles.

So, Han Yi, who managed to last until everyone finished eating and left the room, originally wanted to lean on the bed before going to wash, but it turned out that he fell asleep until six o'clock the next morning.At this time, Ling Lan and Tian Zongyun had already taken pictures in the back garden of the hotel for 10 minutes.

Being able to adjust the time difference to such an extent on the third day after arriving in the United States, it can be regarded as an extraordinary performance for two elderly middle-aged women.

Taking a hot bath in the morning in the Bay Area, which is still a bit chilly in mid-May, Xiaoru and Yuzhen who woke up on time at [-] o'clock had a meal at La Playa Carmel...It really reflects the small town cooking After a continental breakfast, the group went on the road, heading for the final destination of the north trip.

With yesterday's painful lesson, Han Yi did not choose to take Highway 93 to detour to Santa Cruz and Davenport this time. Although the terrain of this section is flat and not very dangerous, no matter how big the Pacific Ocean is, it will still be difficult for a day. Tired of watching.So, after filling up with 101 in Castroville, the Grand Cherokee turned right at the fork and headed CA-[-] toward San Jose.

The scenery of the San Francisco Bay Area is very different from that of the greater Los Angeles area.Southern California, down from Fresno, borders Tijuana, Mexico.Just hearing the name, a smell of the frontier wilderness rushes to the face.It is true that the landforms of Southern California are mostly composed of flat deserts and less rugged faults.

And up from San Jose, across the Bay Area, to the Oregon border, is even less of Northern California as a collection.The cold and steep north makes the overall urbanization level of Bay Area residents higher and their self-awareness stronger, which also makes coats an indispensable fashion item throughout the year.

If you have to use other cities in the world to compare, then Los Angeles is more like Barcelona, ​​​​which is always sunny, while San Francisco is like London, which is cold and humid.The low and rolling green hills along the way really give people a feeling of being in the south of England.Except that all vehicles drive on the left hand drive, and the roads are at least three times wider than the UK.

Sunny, but not hot.The clouds are shrouded, but high enough.The driving experience was more than one notch better than yesterday's Big Sur, which was surrounded by clouds and mountains and fog. Without feeling the passage of time, Han Yi and his party entered the southernmost tip of the Bay Area from Gilroy.

San Jose, Mountain View, Palo Alto, San Mateo, have been speeding on CA-101, with only cluttered bushes and soundproof walls in disrepair on both sides, it is hard to imagine that they have crossed Google Bay Scenic Park, Stanford University campus, Tesla headquarters and the largest Chinese community in Northern California.It is also hard to imagine that this mediocre pie can create an annual GDP of 4104 billion U.S. dollars, making it the metropolitan area with the third highest per capita income in the world after Zurich and Oslo.

"Ah, have you passed Stanford?"

Ling Lan looked behind with some regret.

"I still want to talk about taking pictures."

"There's no one studying there, so there's nothing good to shoot." Han Yi replied, "When I get an honorary doctorate in a few years, you won't be too late to shoot again."

"The dream is easy." Ling Lan glared at her son, then put on a kind and loving smile, looked at Xiaoru beside her and Yuzhen in the passenger seat, "Why didn't you two think of applying here? "

"Auntie, you won't pass the exam." Xu Yiru rubbed her legs, telling the truth with some shame.

"I have applied, Auntie, but I was not accepted." Zhao Youzhen touched his face with a low voice.

"Ah, neither of you passed the exam?"

Ling Lan was very surprised. In her heart, these two must be... girls, they are better than her own son in one dimension.

"Yeah, Stanford is very difficult, except for the SAT and TOEFL, which are close to perfect scores, and there are many extracurricular activities that are not enough... If you don't even get in, it can only mean that this matter is just a matter of luck. .”

"No, I...haven't won many national awards, and my competitiveness in this area is weaker."

Zhao Youzhen's words sounded like a headache. The expression "not many national awards" would only make people feel that they are showing off in any situation, but if they are talking about Stanford's admission, it can only be Describe it appropriately.

The undoubted No.1 school in California has been gaining momentum in recent years.There are three majors in every field, and the American higher education sector is no exception. The traditional three are HYP, namely Harvard, Yale, and Princeton. After entering the 90s, more people expanded the list to HYPSM, plus Stanford University and MIT. .

After the dot-com bubble, the increasingly prosperous Silicon Valley made Stanford University’s ranking in various rankings soar. At present, the university applicants of Generation Z have quietly changed the code name of the Big Three to HYS, especially in the fields of technology, medicine and Computer aspect.

In the future, when the business grows, it is not necessary to limit the scope of donations to Southern California or Southern California. This world-class university in Northern California can also be an excellent platform for Han Yi to expand his circle.

"Then why did you have the nerve to apply here?" Ling Lan patted Han Yi on the shoulder, not saving his son any face.

"Lingjia's traditional performing arts are thick-skinned." Han Yi replied calmly.

"You don't have my last name."

"So I'm not that thick-skinned."

Ling Lan's educational philosophy since she was a child was to be friends with children, not to be coerced or coerced as a parent, and to make the family environment as free, open and equal as possible, so as to encourage Han Yi to learn to think and make decisions by himself.In order to establish a better emotional connection with her son and understand his spiritual world better, Ling Lan even took the initiative to play online games with him when he was young.

This parenting experience, which is more similar to Western families, has cultivated Han Yi's creative thinking, and a strong self who never sticks to the rules and has clear plans for life and career.

Of course, this is the good side.

The bad side?
The two often quarrel like this, and Han Yi basically wins.

It was not until the Grand Cherokee stopped at 757 Market Street and saw the much simpler facade of the Four Seasons Hotel in San Francisco than other Four Seasons that the mother and son stopped fighting today.

"I really envy your family atmosphere."

Go back to the room, pack your luggage and set off again, cross two streets to the north, and wander in the center of Union Square, the city center that has not changed since the port of San Francisco was opened for 240 years. The signs of Avenue Department Store and Tiffany sighed softly.

"What is there to envy?"

While taking pictures of his grandmother standing in front of the Dewey monument, Han Yi took a moment to glance at Zhao Youzhen and said.Of course he knew where the Korean girl's feelings came from. A traditional family that couldn't eat with her father was much worse than the open-minded and harmonious Han family in every respect.

"Every day is like a 'Saturday Night Live' clip."

"That's better than Dog Tooth, too."

"Argued with the family?" Han Yi asked with concern.

Not only today, but since a week ago, Yuzhen's state has been a little abnormal, and some strange words often come out.

"No...I'll tell you later."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Youzhen smiled again, and looked at Xu Yiru, who was walking towards them with a cell phone in his hands, with a serious expression on his face.

"That, Yi Yi, Miss You Zhen..."

Walking in front of the two of them, Xiao Ru tiptoed and said softly.

"I may have to act alone in the afternoon."

"Daddy wants to see you?"

Knowing Xu Yiru's life so well, Han Yi instantly guessed the source of Xu Yiru's depression.

Another family of Papa Xu happened to be in the Bay Area.

Having said that, Dad Xu, who is an executive of Oracle Corporation, is still a subordinate of Larry Ellison.

"Well, he knew I was here, so he asked me to meet for dinner, and by the way, I helped my mother bring some things home."

"Need us together?"

Although the situation is different, Zhao Youzhen can still empathize with Xu Yiru's situation.She took a step forward, took Xiaoru's hand, and asked softly.

"It's not safe at night if you're alone."

"Don't worry, our appointment is here...Union Square." Xu Yiru pointed at his feet, and there was no other emotion in the renewed smile, "After dinner, I will come to see you."

So, after a group of people went to the Cheesecake Factory on the top floor of Macy's Department Store in Union Square, and finished their lunch on the terrace facing the not so bright sunshine, Xu Yiru went back to the hotel first, waiting for his father who was about to drive to the city center.And Han Yi and Zhao Youzhen took back the keys from the parking attendant, and led Ling Lan and Tian Zongyun to continue their sightseeing trip in downtown San Francisco.

To be honest, the downtown of San Francisco is very small. The core financial district is only 1282 million square feet, which is less than one-fiftieth of the area of ​​Manhattan, New York.Just looking at the map, in theory, a group of people with enough time can go on a hike, walk slowly to Fisherman's Wharf, and then proceed west from the wharf along the waterside green space to check in at the Palace of Art.As long as you see the magnificent building built for the Panama Pacific International Exposition, the San Francisco Fortress Park covering an area of ​​2.4 square miles, and the Golden Gate Bridge connecting the Strait, you are within easy reach.

Of course, in San Francisco, the possibility of hiking is only on paper.The entire Bay Area Peninsula was formed by the extrusion of the Mesozoic Farallon oceanic crust plate and the North American continental plate, making the geological situation so complex that the rocks here have a unique name-Fanshi Complex.Therefore, the urban area of ​​this city cannot be described as a combination of flat land and hills. It should be described as a piece of steep hills connected to another piece of hills that are slightly gentler.

Born next to the famous mountain city, Han Yi has also traveled to San Francisco twice. Of course, Han Yi knows how tortured it is to walk here.In fact, even parking a car can be a dangerous task if you're not careful.

Parked at the intersection of Jiuquhua Street, Han Yi, who forgot to tilt the front wheels, almost let the Grand Cherokee slide all the way down the hill.

"I'd rather go back and forth on Highway [-] five times than drive in San Francisco again."

Han Yi crossed his arms and looked up depressedly at the tourists taking pictures at the end of Jiuquhua Street.

"Okay, let me drive later." Zhao Youzhen touched Han Yi's elbow with a smile, and whispered.This boy is really fun. He is not afraid of any big event happening in front of his eyes, but he will sulk over trivial things like poor parking.

"Hurry up and take pictures of Auntie and the others."

The itinerary on the afternoon of May 5, in short, is two young people who don’t like taking pictures, and two middle-aged and elderly people who have to send dozens of status messages in Moments every day to consume time on their mobile phones.

From the Cape Fort on the Golden Gate Bridge to the rows of painted ladies next to the Alamo Square, to Nob Hill, the former mansion of the four major railway tycoons.Walking around downtown San Francisco, although the sights are similar, for Han Yi and Zhao Youzhen who like in-depth travel, they always feel that there is something missing.

So, I took my mother and grandma to have dinner at the famous Nojo Ramen Tavern, sent them back to Four Seasons to rest, and made an appointment that if I could get up on time, Han Yi would drive them to Twin Peaks to enjoy the night view. room, but stood still in the lobby with Zhao Youzhen, and exchanged a glance with each other.

"It's still early." Han Yi blinked and said in a low voice.

"What do you think?" Zhao Youzhen also blinked, and asked coquettishly.

"When you come to San Francisco, there is one thing you haven't experienced yet." Han Yi deliberately left blank.

"Cable car." In fact, he didn't need to say it, Zhao Youzhen also knew what kind of experience they still lacked.

"How do you say it in Chinese?" Pushing open the hotel door and standing on the market street, Zhao Youzhen found that there was no corresponding Mandarin translation in his mind.

"Chinese."

"You're annoying! I'm speaking Chinese for cable car!" Yu Zhen curled her lips helplessly.

"The scientific name is the cable car."

Walking quickly towards Union Square, Han Yi thought for a while and replied.

"However, we have a special name for the cable car in San Francisco, Dangdang Car."

"Dangdang car?" Zhao Youzhen tilted his head, "It sounds so cute."

"How do you say that in Korean? Cable car?" Han Yi asked curiously.

"Uh..." Zhao Youzhen grinned in embarrassment, "keibeulka."

"It shouldn't be difficult for you to learn English."

After finishing speaking, Han Yi didn't give Zhao Youzhen a chance to retaliate, but raised his hand, signaling the girl to look at the Westin Hotel on the west side of Union Square, the track that has been laid for an unknown number of years, not far away , a cable car made of dark solid wood and covered with advertisements of various colors staggered towards them, making a tinkling sound.

"Go to the last few spots at Fisherman's Wharf, go to the last few spots at Fisherman's Wharf! Anyone want to jump in the car?"

There are two types of Dangdang bus drivers in San Francisco. One feels ashamed to be treated like a monkey by tourists every day, and does not say a word except for the established operation.The other regards it as a performance art, making money by yelling and shouting along the way.

Fortunately and unfortunately, the oncoming young blond white driver belongs to the latter category.

"Powell and Hyde Street, this is the trip." Han Yi took a closer look at the simple LED screen on the left side of the roof, "You can go directly to Fisherman's Wharf."

"Want to jump up, sweet couple?"

The blond driver took off his hat, consciously and gracefully saluted Han Yi and Zhao Youzhen.There is no serious stop for the Dangdang car, and there is a narrow floating island in the middle of the road, which is the so-called "Union Square Station".

Of course, Han Yi grabbed the railing with his right hand, jumped onto the cable car, handed the twenty dollars held in his left hand to the driver, then half turned around, and stretched out his hand to Zhao Youzhen with a smile.

"Sporty and heroic, ladies and gentlemen."

The driver's humorous explanation made the whole car burst into a burst of good-natured laughter.Under everyone's gaze, Zhao Youzhen blushed slightly, and took Han Yi's hand.

"Take care of all these bells and whistles." The Northeast accent of the Korean girl popped out again in embarrassment.

"Just wanted to get a taste of what Marty Baring was like."

It's prime time, and by "the last few spots" drivers mean the standing area outside the railing.Han Yi and Zhao Youzhen had to share a railing to fit in the remaining space.

In early summer in San Francisco, the weather always follows this pattern day after day: in the morning, people wake up breathing water vapor, and until the afternoon, it is always cloudy and humid, but when the hour hand goes to sunset, the clouds are always It will quietly dissipate, allowing the sky to reveal its truest colors.Without the unreal blue canvas of Los Angeles, the sky in San Francisco is clear, reserved and gentle like water.

Han Yi and Zhao Youzhen stood on the rightmost outer edge of the Dangdang car, that is to say, the glow of the setting sun had to pass through the entire carriage, through the sitting heads and standing bodies, before it could shine on them. Some.

In Han Yi's sight, Zhao Youzhen's face was always shining alternately in different halos.Sometimes it is blocked by tourists standing up to take pictures, sometimes it is blocked by the old buildings in the city center to the west, but as long as the cable car drives to an open place, the girl's face will be instantly covered with a layer of pure and transparent, Platinum brilliance without any other variegation.

That is the cleanliness that cannot be seen in the coquettish filter of Los Angeles.

And in Zhao Youzhen's eyes, Han Yi is the same.

The two just looked at each other, not caring how close the passing cars were parked on the side of the road.Don't care how many years and sea wind erosion marks are on the stone walls of the buildings that are pacing back and forth.I don't care how the old cable car heading to Fisherman's Wharf shakes on the unspeakably smooth road.

The average speed of Dangdang cars in San Francisco is only 9.5 miles, which is much slower than normal people riding bicycles.For a distance of two miles, the cable car needs to travel for ten and seven minutes to reach the destination.

Therefore, Han Yi and Youzhen have enough time to escape the shackles of time.

The first half of the journey from Union Square to Fisherman's Wharf is almost an uphill road with an inclination angle of more than [-] degrees.Unlike Manhattan, drivers driving in downtown San Francisco rarely have the habit of honking their horns, nor will they always roll down their windows and play Mexican dance music loudly like enthusiastic Los Angeles residents.

Cars come and go, people gather and disperse, the main road is quite lively, but it maintains an unimaginable quietness.Only the dull sound of the wheels of the clanging car rolling over the established track, and the bell that the driver rang every time he passed the intersection, served as the soundtrack of this modern silent film.

To be honest, the sound of this bell is not very loud, but it is very clear on the streets of San Francisco.If your fellow travelers don't speak, then that's the only voice that's going to be in your head.

Like frozen time, Han Yi and Zhao Youzhen's eyes were firmly stuck in place.It wasn't until the cable car passed the highest point of Sacramento Street that the slope changed and gravity began to work from another direction, and the two of them seemed to wake up from a dream.

"What?"

Han Yi touched his cheek and laughed.

"What?"

Zhao Youzhen raised his hand to his face and spread it out, he couldn't help laughing.

"Is there something on my face?"

"Yes." Zhao Youzhen nodded, "On the right...on your left, there is an eyelash."

"Oh." Han Yi lowered his head slightly, brushing his cuffs across his face, "What about now?"

"I'm still here... let me do it." Zhao Youzhen, who clamped a piece of Han Yi's face skin between his right index finger and thumb, and made the other party gasp in pain, gave a sorry look, "I'm sorry, It's too shaky."

"It's okay, just wait for it to stay there."

Han Yi waved his hands indifferently, and turned his attention to the side of the road that he hadn't noticed just now.

"A lot of Chinese."

Miaolian Xianguan, Wang Shanwei Taoist Society, Guangming Buddhist and Taoist Research Association, and the particularly conspicuous signboard placed horizontally, the parking lot of Donghua Hospital.

"Is this area a Chinese district?"

"It's Chinatown...but I feel like the whole of San Francisco is a Chinese district."

Since three sailors from Guangdong first set foot on the North American continent in 1785, San Francisco has been inextricably linked with China.

In other American cities, Chinese signs always appear on certain street corners.But in San Francisco, you shouldn't be surprised to see pictographs everywhere.

"Do you want to buy a cup of milk tea and walk to the pier?"

Han Yi pointed to the Chatown milk tea shop with the words "Grand Opening" on the right hand side, and suggested.

"No."

For the first time, Zhao Youzhen shook his head facing the pearl milk tea.

"I want to be in the car."

"it is good."

Han Yi nodded, as if following his heart, the Dangdang car turned left on Jackson Street and turned into a one-way street that could only be used by one car.

"I really like this feeling."

Zhao Youzhen raised her chin, let the breeze blow her neck, and sighed with joy.

"It's like reading a history book."

"It's old enough." Han Yi patted the railing of the Dangdang car, feeling like it was about to fall apart.

"Living in such a city and commuting in this way every day, no matter what happens, you should be in a good mood."

"No, it's $8 for a ride in this car." Han Yi poured cold water on his heart, "It takes a lot of carelessness to ride every day."

"You really have no sentimentality at all."

The cable car turned right in front of another big red Chinese signboard. Han Yi narrowed his eyes and carefully identified the words on it.

"Yuzhen, is this store called Sisi Supermarket or Enen Supermarket?"

"Are you sure you want to ask a foreigner this question?" Zhao Youzhen pointed at himself.

"When I didn't say... Hey, look over there!"

Han Yi's eyes suddenly lit up, and he patted Zhao Youzhen's shoulder, signaling her to look behind him who was standing in front.

"Coming!"

Where the sight can be easily touched, a narrow and shallow strait welcomes them there.

At this time, sitting not far from them, a middle-aged Caucasian couple with slightly rich stature accidentally knocked off the earphones they plugged into the iPhone. In the era when there was no Type-C jack, the round plug Apple's original earphones are indeed easy to fall out.

The frantic couple touched the play button while rescuing the mobile phone that almost slipped out of the car through the gap.

"If I could wish on the stars,

I would like to take a dangdang car,

To the place I could call home anytime...

had highlights,

There have also been lows.

have been firm,

There was also hesitation.

heard rock,

Also listened to disco.

San Francisco, can you help me? "

"arrive."

Hearing the upbeat and high-spirited "Save Me San Francisco" by the Train band, Zhao Youzhen's expression became joyful.In the following time, the two of them did not speak any more, and watched quietly as the strait became wider and deeper, and they were getting closer and closer to their dream destination...

Then, there was an unexpected left turn on Columbus Avenue, and the entire coastline was instantly blocked by low buildings.

Just as the two looked at the Transamerica Pyramid in the distance and wondered if they were on the wrong route, the Dangdang car rang the bell again and wobbled awkwardly to the right.

This time, the terminus is in sight.

Fisherman's Wharf, San Francisco.

The blue and white signboard, sandwiched between the Wells Fargo and Starbucks stores, beckoned to them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived at Fisherman's Wharf. When we turn around again, the cable car will become the Powell/Mason line. If you have more time than I thought... You are welcome to continue to sit."

Amidst the relaxed laughter, Han Yi jumped out of the car first, and extended his hand to Zhao Youzhen with a smile.

"Let's go...go directly to the pier, or go to the restaurant area first?"

(End of this chapter)