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

On this day, the high-end villa complex near Lexington Avenue in Manhattan, where Rosie lives, ushered in an unforgettable sleepless night. Every household turned on the lights, stood in front of the window in pajamas, and watched the police car And the ambulance roared past, the red warning lights flickered on the canopy of the camphor trees on both sides of the street in the community, and finally stopped at the door of Osborne's house.

Mathers' house is next door to Osborne's house, and Mr. Mathers has some business contacts with Mr. Osborne. The relationship between the two families has always been good, so Mrs. Mathers let Rosie wear it outside her little pony's pajamas again. Putting on a coat, he took her to Osborne's house next door, intending to find out about the situation and see if there was anything he could do to help.

Rosie refused at first, because she didn't even know what she was thinking when she shot Norman Osborn. After the bullet was fired, she seemed to wake up from a dream. She didn't like the feeling of chaos in her mind, so she instinctively didn't want to face it.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, a flash of Harry who pushed the door and entered from the corner of her eye when she left on a broom suddenly flashed in her mind, so she reversed her rejection, lowered her head, and obediently put on a thin coat. The windbreaker covered My Little Pony, and then followed Mrs. Mathers out the door.

The night at the end of September was no longer hot and dry. Even wearing a windbreaker, she could still feel the coolness penetrating from the fibers of the fabric. Rosie wrapped her clothes a little tighter, stepped on the stone platform on the lawn, and walked to The far door of the Osborne house.

A police car and an ambulance had already stopped at the gate that should have been guarded by only two street lights, and several emergency personnel were carrying Norman Osborn out of the yard on a stretcher, whose wound had undergone emergency treatment. At that time, Norman Osborne had already fallen into a semi-comatose state due to excessive blood loss. The butler of Osborne's house was standing in front of several policemen, and he was describing the whole story of Mr. Osborne's injury in an orderly manner. They all came out in their coats and confirmed to the police that they had indeed heard the gunshots before.

Rosie searched for a long time among the people coming and going, and finally found Harry squatting in the corner behind the courtyard gate of Osborne's house. She stood in front of Harry for a long time, sighed, and Crouching down, he reached out and patted Harry on the shoulder.

Although Norman Osborn once gave her two level bombs as a big gift, Harry has never done anything. At this time, he is still a high school student in Midtown High School. Although he has a somewhat arrogant personality, But he's very popular among his classmates, and he's... not a little Green Goblin.

"Harry..." Rosie didn't know how to continue as soon as she opened her mouth. She never knew how to comfort others. Even when her former schoolboy broke up with him and cried bitterly at her while holding vodka, she would just accompany him in silence. When others drink, they can't say a word of comfort.

The Brooklyn Death Knight can drink with you, can accompany you in racing, and can accompany you in the middle of the night howling and disturbing the people in the street, but... can't be your bosom sister.

Rosie sighed, and simply followed Harry and sat down against the wall.

The ambulance and the police car, the doctor and the police, are separated by a wall, as if a world is separated, whether it is the sound of the siren, the sound of hearing the news, or the discussions of the neighbors, all seem hazy and vague, only the lights in the yard The ambiguous street lights and the moths rushing towards the street lights are the most real.

Just when Rosie looked up at the moth, she heard Harry's hoarse voice: "Rosie, am I really still a child in your eyes..."

Rosie was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at him. His arms covered his head, so he couldn't see his face, but just by his voice, he could still tell that he had just cried.

"Harry..." Rosie took a long time to organize her words, and then said hesitantly, "I..."

"I know," Harry said, "my dad never came home before, and I asked him if he had forgotten that there was a son at home, and he said, 'Harry, you're not a kid anymore', but When I asked him where was the weird guy he was hanging out with the other day, he said 'Harry, you're a kid and you shouldn't know this'."

He raised his head and looked at Rosie: "Then, Rosie, in your opinion, am I an adult or a child?"

Rosie looked at his slightly paranoid eyes in the dark, frowned, and said, "You are... a person with independent thinking ability."

Harry's eyes became wild all of a sudden, he moved closer to Rosie, held Rosie's hand, and said, "Then..." But just as he spoke, he seemed to remember something, and the light in his eyes went out Going down, the whole person withered in the corner again.

Rosie frowned, watching his series of changes in expression, she didn't know how to speak.

"Rosie, you are the most perfect person I've ever seen." Harry leaned his head against the wall, his eyes unfocused looking at the sky, "Sometimes I think you are as far away as a star from me."

Rosie: "Huh?"

"You are very gentle to everyone. I accept your tenderness, but I want more, or..." Harry paused, and the hand hanging by his side clenched the turf beside him.

"What?" Rosie asked, looking at him.

And just now he seemed to wake up from the dazed state, turned his head, looked at Rosie, and said, "I saw the person who hurt my father."

Rosie's heart trembled, but she didn't show any abnormalities on her face. She asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?"

"Night witch." Harry said, "I know, the police can't catch her at all. She teased the mayor before, but no one knows the true identity of the night witch until now, so the two shots on my father's leg , no one will be responsible at all.”

"But..." Harry lowered his eyes slightly, with a hint of sternness in his eyes that didn't belong to his age, "I will use my method to catch her and return those two bullets."

Rosie: "..."

This night, the owners of this high-end residential complex did not fall asleep one after another until after the police cars and ambulances left in the middle of the night, while Rosie was lying on the bed, relying on the faint starlight that penetrated the room through the curtains , Staring at the pink chandelier on the ceiling for a long time, still without any sleepiness.

She didn't close her eyes wearily until the sky outside the window was filled with white light, but just after she closed her eyes, she saw a night witch wearing a night witch's clothes, holding a broom, sitting on the mountain of corpses.

She knew very well that she was dreaming, so she stood at the foot of the mountain of corpses in an extremely relaxed mood, blowing the wind, looking at the moon hanging high in the night sky, and the night witch on the mountain of corpses with her back to the moonlight.

The smell of blood sent into the nose with the wind is very pungent, and even the sticky feeling of the blood under their feet is very realistic. There are a few vultures hovering with wings above their heads, and the strong wind makes all this seem like It is a tragic scene that happened in hell.

At this time, the night witch sitting on the mountain of corpses raised her hand and took off the blindfold covering her eyes, revealing a face that looked exactly like her.

"Do you think all this is just a dream?" The Night Witch giggled and said, "Rosie Mathers, sooner or later this will become a reality."

When Rosie sat up from the bed covered in cold sweat, the sun had passed through the curtains, illuminating the room brightly, and the mobile phone on the bedside table was screaming desperately. She sat there for a few seconds before regaining some sense of existence , shook his head, then turned his head, pressed the call button on the phone, and grabbed it to his ear.

Before she could speak, she heard the boss's voice from the phone: "Secretary Mathers forgot to work overtime today?"

Rosie was stunned, the drowsiness surrounding her body dissipated in an instant, her eyes widened, and she said, "What time is it now..."

"Twelve noon, Secretary Mathers." The boss said ruthlessly.

Rosie: "Boss! Listen to my explanation!"

"I don't listen." The boss said unreasonably, "Put on the dress immediately, and then come to my house to pick me up."

Rosie: "Am I driving in a dress?"

"Can't you still drag racing in flip flops?"

Rosie thought of herself wearing flip-flops and riding a motorcycle through the streets of Brooklyn. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "Okay, please clean up, boss, and I will drive to your house as soon as possible." Waiting for you downstairs."

Rosie took 45 minutes to wash and make up, and found a champagne-colored dress and matching jewelry in the cloakroom Mrs. Mathers had prepared for her. When she dressed up and went downstairs, Kay was preparing lunch Rani thought she was going to some fashion magazine's charity gala.

Mrs. Mathers, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room during the football match between Real Madrid and Barcelona, ​​and was arguing with Mr. Mathers, who is a Barcelona fan, on the chat software, looked back at her in her busy schedule, and then smiled. She said, "No, Kailani, ours is going to work overtime."

"Working overtime?" Kailani's eyes widened. "Do all Stark Group employees dress like this to work?"

...the cost of working is also a bit high.

"No." Rosie said blankly, "Today's overtime work is to accompany the boss to the ex-girlfriend's wedding."

"Oh..." Kailani flipped through the bacon in the pan, "It seems that the secretary has a lot of responsibilities, and she has to take care of the situation."

...It's just that Tony Stark's secretary has a lot of responsibilities.

"So, is your boss already driving to pick you up?" Kailani asked again.

Rosie looked down at the ten-centimeter high-heeled shoes on her feet, and said, "No... I'm going to drive to pick him up."