"Coming here, I see nothing but walls and lights. Where is the fun?" Dong Bo Cao plucked a rose extending from a crack in the wall and played with it in his hand.
"I am just here to see history," Zhu Yanyi glanced at her.
Dong Bo Cao looked at her, puzzled. "This place moves you so much? You don't look fourteen. You look four hundred."
"I am not an old monster. Four hundred years? No way," Zhu Yanyi laughed back.
"Junior Sister is right. This place is full of history," Qu Zhong said, looking at the buildings with a heavy heart. History is heavy. It wakes up the living.
The seniors and juniors walked slowly. Suddenly, they heard arguing ahead. They were surprised and walked over, but kept their distance. A young man was arguing with an old woman selling roasted sweet potatoes.
"My roasted sweet potatoes are the best and sweetest. Everyone here knows. Why don't you pay?" The old woman looked angry.
The young man pulled his suit. His shiny hair looked oily under the light. He looked at the old woman with disdain. "Be onfatsoenlijke vrouw." (Dirty woman.)
Zhu Yanyi’s eyes narrowed. She walked straight to her. "Are you an overseas Chinese?"
"Yes. I am a real Y-country overseas Chinese." The young man’s eyes lit up when she saw Zhu Yanyi. Although she looked young and not very pretty, her aura made her stand out. She had never seen such a girl, even in her own home.
"You have yellow skin, black eyes, and black hair. I thought you forgot your ancestors. Don't speak ABC. You are in Huaxia. You are a guest. Guests should follow local rules. Speak Chinese here. Don't think people can't understand you. Don't insult your ancestors. Without Huaxia, you would not exist. Do you understand?"
Zhu Yanyi looked at the young man. Her voice became stricter. "If you don't understand, I can say it in Y-language again." She repeated it in English, then said, "You are a Huaxia descendant. You have Huaxia blood. Your ancestors are from Huaxia. Now you despise Huaxia. You are worse than pigs and dogs. Learn what true civilization is, then come back. Otherwise, Huaxia does not welcome you."
"Yes. We do not welcome you." The bystanders were angry too. Zhu Yanyi spoke with reason. Her natural charm made everyone support her.
The young man’s face turned green and white. Zhu Yanyi didn't look at her. She turned to the old woman. "Auntie, give me a roasted sweet potato."
"Girl, no need to weigh it. Take it if you like." The old woman was grateful that Zhu Yanyi stood up for her.
"I won't let you lose money. We are many people. Weigh them quickly. One for each of us. I smell your sweet potatoes are fragrant." Zhu Yanyi didn't care if others wanted them. She just said it.
"Of course. We grow these sweet potatoes ourselves."