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

In the evening, the golden sunset gently envelops this private hospital on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. The sparrows are hidden among the century-old ginkgo trees in the atrium, and only the melodious chirping of birds can be heard one after another. After dinner, sit in a wheelchair, and the nurses will push the wheelchair, and take a walk in the garden.

The street lamps in the garden turned on one after another, casting a halo of warm colors on the windows.

Rosie was sitting by the window, watching a sparrow flapping its wings and flying out from the leaves of the ginkgo tree. She stretched out her hand that was resting on the window sill to rest her chin, and as soon as it touched the window, a voice came from behind. Mrs. Mathers's heartless voice: "Baby Rosie, don't even think about opening the window. You are weak now. What if you catch a cold and get sick?"

Rosie silently picked up her phone, clicked on the weather forecast app, and sighed when she saw the temperature of 32 degrees displayed on it.

At this time, the classic Nokia ringtone rang in the other pocket of her clothes, but this string of ringtones did not intend Mrs. Mathers to scold her boss Tony. She turned her head and looked back. After the wife scolded the boss who showed her a characteristic smirk, she confirmed that the boss is currently able to bear it well and does not need to be rescued by herself, so she took out the old Nokia mobile phone and pressed the connect button , and put the handset of the mobile phone ten centimeters away from his ear.

Sure enough, Peter Parker's youthful voice came from the handset of the mobile phone, in a tone that almost made people crazy, saying: "Miss Mathers, I saw the news, you got mixed up in the gunfight, my God, I can't imagine It's too dangerous, I just watched the video, I feel my heart beating faster, are you injured, which hospital are you in now, can I see you? I will bring your favorite mango pudding!"

Rosie: "..."

She looked back again, and Mrs. Mathers didn't notice the string of long sentences on the phone that Rosie barely breathed, while the boss Tony glanced at her while smiling and nodding to Mrs. Mathers , and frowned.

It seems that the boss can still persist.

Rosie put the phone by her ear, smiled and said softly, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Really?" Peter's voice over there was crisp and skeptical, but this level of doubt is not only not annoying, but also makes people feel soft-hearted.

So Rosie's voice became more gentle: "I'm fine, and I have to go to your school's homecoming in good health."

After coaxing Peter to hang up the phone, she let out a long sigh of relief. Behind her, Mrs. Mathers' unilateral accusation against the boss Tony has not yet ended, so she turned around and looked at the boss with pity, the boss He still noticed her gaze at the first time, bumped his head slightly, and blinked his right eye at her.

The boss is mighty!

At this time, her own mobile phone rang again, and she quickly took out the mobile phone. When she saw "Harry" on the caller ID, she was slightly stunned, and pressed the answer button with a complicated mood.

I don't know if it's the same for young people of the same age. Before Rosie could speak, Harry asked eagerly, "Rosie, I saw the news. You got involved in the gunfight. God, I can't believe it." Dare to imagine, this is too dangerous, that video is shocking, are you injured, which hospital are you in now, can I see you? I will bring your favorite mango pudding."

Rosie: "..."

Have you and Peter memorized the lines in advance?

Rosie adjusted the expression on her face, smiled and said softly, "I'm not hurt, don't worry, Harry."

"It's good that you're not injured..." Harry's tone relaxed a little, "I know that every time I hear about an accident in Manhattan, I always wonder if it might be the Stark Tower. I'm really worried about you, Luo Si."

"I..." Rosie paused, then said, "I'm fine, Harry."

Harry was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Rosie, do you think I'm still a child?"

Rosie was taken aback, then smiled randomly: "What's the matter? Aren't you just a child?"

Downstairs outside the window, the old people in wheelchairs who were pushed by the nurses to take a walk in the garden turned on the radio they held in their arms again, through the subtle electric sound in the handset of the mobile phone, and the nagging voice of Mrs. Mathers behind her. You can still hear the song from the old-fashioned radio, it's still "Youbelone", but the singer is a woman, and it doesn't have Bob Dylan's hoarse and unique voice.

She seems to have just woken up in the morning, and before she fully opened her voice, she sat on the table by the window with her guitar in her arms, singing to the morning light, pond, and wild ducks outside the window, and tears fell from her eyes as she sang down.

Rosie was fascinated by it, and it wasn't until the end of the song that Harry over there said, "Rosie, I hope you see me as a person your age."

Rosie was taken aback for a moment, and before Harry could speak, Harry had already hung up the phone, leaving only a beeping busy tone on the receiver.

She moved the phone to her front, pressed it to end the call, and watched the phone interface return to the main interface. She didn't know what to say for a while. She turned off the phone screen and was about to put the phone back in her pocket when she heard Mrs. Mathers behind said: "Today Rosie will stay in the hospital overnight, and tomorrow I will take her to the physical examination center for a full-body examination..."

Rosie's hand trembled violently, and the phone almost slipped out of her hand. She quickly clenched the phone, stood up, turned around, looked at Mrs. Mathers in horror, and shouted: "No! Mom I'm not hurt! I don't want to be hospitalized!"

Mrs. Mathers looked back at her, frowned and said, "Rosie, for your own sake, you'd better stay for one night..."

"I don't want it!" Rosie strode up to Mrs. Mathers, holding Mrs. Mathers' wrists with both hands, her eyes were sincere, and there were even tears in her eyes, "I want to go home with you Watching TV series, I don’t want to spend this night in a cold hospital, you know, today’s "Hannibal" is the most exciting episode, I will be scared if I watch it alone in the hospital..."

"Secretary Mathers, if you don't mind, I can watch it with you." The boss standing beside said lightly.

Rosie and Mrs. Mathers looked at him angrily: "Mind you!"

He touched his nose, raised his eyebrows, and looked relaxed, without the embarrassment of being severely rejected by the two ladies.

Rosie turned her head, continued to frown, and looked up at Mrs. Mathers: "Mom, let me go home, I know that the TV station will broadcast the match between Real Madrid and Barcelona tomorrow morning, Dad is not at home, you watch the game alone How boring, I can watch football with you, praise Roquabel and Benzema with you, scold Messi, Su Ya and Neymar, isn’t that great?”

As she said this, seeing Mrs. Mathers' eyes loosen slightly, she stepped up her attack immediately, "I'll make you black tea at noon. My classmate went to Sri Lanka for vacation and brought back the best Ceylon black tea. I made tea for you. I'll bake you a cake myself, don't you like it?"

After she finished speaking, she blinked at Mrs. Mathers, quite pitifully.

Just when Mrs. Mathers couldn't bear the temptation and nodded with difficulty, the voice of the boss Tony came from behind: "Secretary Mathers, let me remind you that tomorrow is a working day."

Rosie: "..."

She turned her head in grief and anger, and looked at the boss without a trace of softness: "According to the usual practice, boss, shouldn't you give me three days of paid leave?"

Tony smiled and raised his eyebrows: "The convention is like this, but there is a job that must be done by Secretary Mathers, so I will pay three times the salary, and I hope you can work overtime."

When the car drove into the garage of Mathers' house, Rosie also received the address of Miss Potts' wedding tomorrow from Tony, and added a sentence, "Dress up nicely, the perfect secretary to the chairman of the Stark Group is It should be the crown of beauty."

Rosie curled her lips, put her phone back in her pocket, and then opened the car door. Just as she was about to get out of the car, the driver quickly got out of the car and ran to her car door. He stretched out his left arm and said, "Ma Miss Seth's foot is hurt, it's better to have someone to support her."

Rosie forced a smile: "It's okay, this injury is not a problem."

After finishing speaking, she jumped out of the car without waiting for the driver to say anything, and stood at the door of her garage wearing flip flops.

At this time, the night had completely fallen, and warm street lamps were lit up in the community, dimly illuminating the garden, every house was lit up, and occasionally you could hear the Rabbi raised by the neighbor across the street The barking of a labrador.

Mrs. Mathers got out of the car from the other side, and walked towards the front of the car, babbling: "Although I allow you not to stay overnight in the hospital, you still have to go with me to the medical examination center for a comprehensive examination tomorrow morning. Yes, going to the Stark Group makes people worry every day."

"It's easy to talk." Rosie said hurriedly, and ran forward in flip flops, took Mrs. Mathers's arm and shook it, and smiled apologetically, "I will obediently listen to Mrs. Mathers's words from now on."

"Okay, listen to me, go to bed after drinking the milk today." Mrs. Mathers looked at her sideways, then stretched out her hand and gently scratched her nose with her index finger, her behavior was full of pampering, " Go to bed early today, and you are not allowed to watch TV series, I asked Kailani to record it for you, and you can watch it tomorrow."

Rosie's eyes widened: "My dear Mrs. Mathers, this is different from what was agreed before."

Mrs. Mathers said cruelly: "I'll tell you when."

Parents are really big liars.

After Rosie changed into the pajamas that were printed with My Little Pony, she went downstairs and drank the warm milk Kailani had made in one gulp. Mrs. Mathers was sitting on the sofa, using the remote control to switch channels leisurely, speaking briskly. Said: "Baby, don't forget to go to bed early today."

Rosie lowered her head, wiped the milk stains around her mouth with her sleeve, and replied in a low voice, "Okay, no problem."

In fact, she is a big liar herself.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, the gentle and lovely Rosie Mathers should fall into a deep sleep.

The lights in the villa complex were extinguished one after another. After the lights dimmed, I realized that the stars in the night sky were not as clear as imagined. Rosie was wearing a black skirt of a night witch, sitting on the ridge of her house, with her elbows on her knees and her palms With his chin propped up, he looked up at the starry sky, trying hard to identify the constellations that would only appear in autumn.

When Norman Osborne's black Mercedes drove into the intersection, Rosie noticed it immediately. She shifted her attention from the starry sky to the headlights, and watched the car drive into Osborne's house. In the garage, the sound of the car engine disappeared, and 2 minutes later, the light on the south window on the second floor of Osborne came on again.

She supported her chin with her left hand, raised the corner of her mouth high, and hooked the index finger and middle finger of her right hand together. The bamboo broom placed beside her immediately flew into the air with a "swish" sound.

"Begin doing evil, Night Witch."