Forced to focus on daily life [Comprehensive English and American]

On this day, the troubled New York ushered in a new catastrophe. Mysterious creatures fell from the sky, and Midtown Manhattan, the most prosperous in New York, was attacked. The window panes were all broken, not to mention that Harry had already booked a restaurant for dinner.

All in all, this dinner is impossible to eat.

Rosie and Harry sat outside the square outside the Stark Building for a while, and after watching Iron Man, Spiderman, and Aliens for a few minutes, they were picked up by the bus arranged by the Manhattan Police Department. In addition to them, there were more than a dozen ordinary citizens sitting in the room, and everyone was in a mess, with a dazed look on their faces.

Rosie blew on the air conditioner to ease her mood, then took out her mobile phone and took a picture of Iron Man flying high in the sky. After thinking about it, she posted her own ins account with the words: Today's New York People Still living in dire straits.

Fortunately, the Lexington Avenue area was not attacked. When night fell, the street lights came on on time, and the plane trees on both sides of the road did not even fall. In the residential area, there was a young hostess next door pushing a baby carriage. Walking in the garden, the sound of cicadas chirping, she looked peaceful, but she was a little surprised when she saw Rosie and Harry stumbling through her yard: "Rosie? Harry? What's wrong with you?"

Rosie stroked her frizzy hair: "It's just... being blown by Spiderman."

The hostess next door: "...Harry and you..."

Harry's hair, which is gel-styled every day, looks like a novice sparrow's nest at this moment, his yellow suit is crooked and stained, and his usually shiny leather shoes seem to be fished out of a mire. up.

His eyes were dull, and his body was even a little shaky.

Rosie quickly supported his back, and then said to the hostess next door: "It's okay, Harry is just... being hugged by Princess Spider-Man and blowing the air."

The hostess next door: "..."

This day's experience was too exciting. When it was getting dark, Rosie came back to her senses. She hadn't done the daytime tasks yet. She hurriedly checked the tasks in the system, only to find that she was downstairs in the Stark Building When she helped Harry who jumped out of Spider-Man's arms, she had already completed the daytime task. She tentatively called this task "Heroes to Save the Beauty".

She helped Harry to the door of his house, rang the bell of the courtyard door, patted him on the back before the butler came out to open the door, thought for a while, and said: "Harry, don't worry, Peter is sure to be fine, Spider Didn't Xia go to rescue him?"

Harry lowered his head, the messy forehead covered his eyebrows and eyes, and he couldn't see his eyes clearly. After a few seconds, he whispered: "I kept Peter here, if something happens to him I'll be in pain for the rest of my life."

While patting Harry on the back, Rosie had mixed feelings in her heart. After all, she had been the neighbor of the future Little Green Goblin for more than half a year. Seeing the neighbor's little brother so sad, she wanted to comfort her, but she didn't know No matter how he opened his mouth, he couldn't tell him that his good friend was fine, and now he was alive and kicking, even the princess hugged him.

She sighed and was about to say something more when Harry suddenly turned to look at her and said in a muffled voice, "It's a good thing you're fine, Rosie."

Rosie really wanted to pat her chest, laugh wildly three times, and say "I, the Brooklyn Death Knight, never admit defeat" to ease the solemn atmosphere at this time, but in line with the code of conduct that can't be destroyed by heaven and earth, she He just lowered his head slightly and said "hmm" softly.

After the "um", Harry didn't speak any more, but Rosie always felt that he was still looking at her. This feeling made her back a little numb. Shadow didn't know whether she should raise her head, but at this moment, she heard a mature voice with a smile coming from not far away: "Harry, why are you coming back now? Hey, this isn't Mathers next door." Mademoiselle?"

The uncomfortable atmosphere was finally broken. Rosie let out a breath, raised her head, looked into the yard, and saw a middle-aged man in a slim suit walking slowly along the cobblestone path in the garden. Tall, well-proportioned, unlike Mr. Mathers, who already has a slightly bulging beer belly, brown hair sprayed with a lot of hairspray, slightly reflecting under the light of the garden light, with a just right smile on his face, at least from the outside From the looks of it, he is a successful man with a refined personality and quite a demeanor.

This is Harry's father, Norman Osborn, chairman of the Austen Group.

He is busy with work and is not often at home, so Rosie seldom sees him. Sometimes when she eats with Harry in the cafe near the residential area, Harry will smile while stuffing a steak into his mouth. He said that the two of them are like children without a father or a mother. Every time his father came home suddenly, he would pat his father on the shoulder when he was pleasantly surprised, and said strangely, "You still know when you come back?" ha!"

Of course, today's Harry is not in the mood to make this joke with his father. He looked up at Norman Osborn and said, "Today I visited the Stark Corporation, and I wanted to stay with Rosie over there." Had dinner, I didn't expect..."

"I saw on the news that Midtown Manhattan was attacked." Norman Osborn opened the iron gate of the yard while speaking, "Both children haven't had dinner, I'll ask the housekeeper to prepare Two, or we go out to eat..."

"No need." Rosie waved her hands hastily, she took a step back and said with a dry smile, "There are still people waiting for me at home, I want to go back."

Harry turned to look at her, she immediately raised her head and gave him a big smile, then stood on tiptoe and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, Peter will send you a message later, saying He's fine."

Harry looked at her for a while, and then he smiled and said, "With your kind words, I can't finish today's dinner, and I will make it up in a few days."

Rosie nodded with a smile, said goodbye to Norman Osborn, then turned around and trotted towards her home.

If it wasn't for the inability to collapse, she would probably have used her speed to run away in the track and field competition at the school sports meeting.

Of course, no one at Rosie's house is waiting for her. The nanny Kailani is on vacation today, and Mrs. and Mrs. Mathers are separated from her by several hours of jet lag. They are probably still asleep and don't know about them. daughter experienced an elevator horror.In the whole house, except for her wearing a suspender nightdress and standing in front of the kitchen stove, the only thing left to accompany her is the humming sound of the range hood.

Rosie cooked a plate of pasta, poured black pepper sauce on it, carried it to the dining room, sat cross-legged on a chair, and while eating whole, turned on her mobile phone and chat software, and looked at the other ninety-nine Whether the first classmate who was an intern at the Stark Group is still alive.

As soon as she clicked on the chat software, she was swiped by the news that was blown up. Most of them were classmates from the school. They came to confirm her safety after seeing the tragedy of the Stark Building on the news, and 80.00% of them were worried She was too frightened to have a heart attack, and the other 20.00% was worried that she was too weak to escape those mysterious aliens.

Rosie rubbed her forehead, and after replying one by one, she clicked on the classmate group, and found that the group had exploded. She carefully counted the heads of the classmates who spoke, and there were nineteen in total. It seemed that everyone was still alive.However, as the only one who has not spoken, she has been included in the list of missing persons by the classmates in the group, and it can be seen from these conversations that several boys are still staying in Midtown Manhattan to look for her.

While chewing pasta, she typed hard with her right index finger. Before she could finish typing a paragraph, she saw a link forwarded by Natalia, a journalism major:

"Shocked! Midtown Manhattan was attacked today! Spiderman and Iron Man appear!"

And the picture attached to this link is Spider-Man flying in mid-air hanging on the spider silk. However, unlike the previous photos of Spider-Man, there are two people hanging on his front and back, and the In the front is a brown-haired boy wearing a yellow suit jacket, and in the back is a blond girl in black business attire. The girl's high-heeled shoes have slipped from her heels and are hanging on her toes, as if she is about to fall from mid-air in the next moment. smash down.

Rosie looked at the photo blankly, and twitched the corners of her mouth.

And the discussion in the group has already started.

Natalia: "Look, everyone! Is the girl behind Spider-Man's back Rosie?"

Chris: "It's very similar."

Tom: "Where is the similarity, obviously it is good?"

James: "That means Rosie was saved by Spider-Man, Rosie is okay?"

Rosie exhaled, and deleted the "I'm fine, don't worry, everyone" typed in the box before, and then continued to type with difficulty, but she hadn't finished typing, when she saw Chris's sentence "Rosie's physique is so good." Will you be afraid of heights and have a heart attack and be sent to the hospital?" The spaghetti in his mouth almost spewed out.

She swallowed the pasta in her mouth in a bit of embarrassment, quickly hugged the phone with both hands, deleted the "saved by Spiderman" that she was going to send, and then flew her fingers, and successfully typed "I'm fine, I'm at home I’m eating noodles and I’m not in the hospital.” When she was about to click to send, her mobile phone rang suddenly. After she was at a loss for a while, she didn’t have time to check the caller ID, so she pressed the connect button.

The other side was silent for two seconds, and then a somewhat familiar voice came over: "Miss Mathers?"

Rosie blinked: "It's me."

"Hello, Miss Mathers." The voice on the other side became lighter, "I am your boss."

Rosie: "..."

She was stunned, and a familiar ominous premonition suddenly surged in her heart. The corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily: "Mr. Stark, what can I do for you?"

Tony on the opposite side coughed twice and cleared his throat: "It's like this, Miss Mathers, the criminals who attacked Midtown Manhattan have all been killed, and then the S.H.I.E.L.D. There is a Porsche 911 in the underground garage of the Tucker Building, and the body has been damaged to a great extent, almost reaching the scrapping standard."

Rosie: "?!?!?!?!"

"Yes, Miss Mathers, it's your Porsche 911." The boss opposite said ruthlessly.

Rosie: "!!!!"

She knew that she was really at odds with Iron Man.

The author has something to say: So do you guess what kind of transportation will Rosie, who still has to go to work, use to go to work?