I live with my grandmother in a Beijing yard house. One day last year, (A)我很驚訝地看到一個外國人從我們家隔壁房子里走出來。。 He was very tall with short brown hair and a pair of glasses. The first time I saw him, I was too shy to speak to him. “My English is too bad!” I thought. My grandmother told me that he had just moved into our yard. “I don't like it!” she said. “Foreigners aren't like us. Maybe he'll play loud music and have parties every night! I'm sure he's going to cause trouble.” Several days later, I met the foreigner as I was walking home after work. “Ni hao!” he said in Chinese! “My name's Tony. I've just moved into the house next door to yours.” While I was wondering what to say, he continued, “There’s a nice bar down the road. Why don't you and your family come to the (B) and have dinner with (C)?” “Bars are bad places,” said my grandmother when I told her, but we decided to go. (D)The bar was not at all what I had expected. It was in a beautiful little yard house, with several large bookshelves and pictures of Tibet on the walls. Several Chinese people and foreigners were sitting, drinking or reading books. I noticed that some of the foreigners were speaking Chinese in a low voice to each other, “Oh, what a civilized(文明的) place!” my grandmother said. The bar served special “hutong pizzas”. As we ate, Tony told us about himself-he is making some researches into environment. He always likes to be quiet. My grandmother said to me, “He really seems like a very nice young man.” Yes, Tony is my new neighbor, a nice foreigner.