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

At night, the entire island of Manhattan seemed to be immersed in the thick cold dew in late autumn. Under the light rain, even the lights on both sides of the East River and the ferry on the river seemed dimmed.In late autumn and early winter, most people have not recovered from the heat of summer, just put on a sweater and windbreaker, and walk forward shivering in the cold wind.

Although Manhattan at night is still brightly lit, it is a bit quieter than the crowds during the day. The towering high-rises on Wall Street create seemingly narrow but actually wide streets. Yellow taxis come from The fog rising from the street rushed out, bringing up a few withered and yellow leaves on the side of the street.

At this time, the gate of the Trump Private Hospital in the lower city was already full of people who came from all over New York. Each of them was wearing a thick coat and holding a white candle. There was no noise that the crowd should have, and everyone was silent. Without saying a word, he just lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the dozens of photo frames piled up on the flowerbed in front of the hospital.

These photo frames vary in size, patterns and colors, and the people in the photos are irregular in terms of age, gender, and skin color. The only thing in common is that when they took these photos, they were all The vivid ones, but at this moment, have become the victims of the violence in the hospital. All the smiles and tears are frozen in this pair of photo frames, without any change.

This is the third night after the violent attack on Trump's private hospital. Many New Yorkers rushed here in the late autumn rain to pay tribute to the victims. Some of them drove for several hours from Pennsylvania. people.

A total of 38 people were killed in this violent incident at the Trang Private Hospital, including ten medical staff, and the rest were patients who were in the hospital that day and killers who were killed by the night witch who arrived later. The youngest was killed The victim is only seven years old, still in elementary school.

Sophia Simpson was a survivor of the violent attack. After two days of psychological treatment, her mood was relatively stable. She walked to the scene of the memorial ceremony at the gate of the hospital when the memorial ceremony was drawing to a close. All of them knew her, and when they saw her serious face and holding a photo frame covered with a black cloth in their hands, they all retreated silently to the two sides, making way for her to come out.

She walked to the flower bed full of photo frames, sighed, bent down, placed the photo frame in her hand on the flower bed, and then tore off the black cloth covering the photo frame.

A curious person poked his head forward and looked at the photo frame that Sophia had placed on the flower shop.

It was the wrought iron photo frame with a strong Gothic flavor. Inside the photo frame was a woman riding sideways on a broom. She was wearing a black tube top skirt and a pointed witch hat with a wide brim, covering her upper body. Half of the face, but the exposed red lips and perfect jawline alone are enough to prove that this is an extremely beautiful woman.

New Yorkers are no strangers to this woman, and more than half of the participants present are her fans. A young girl standing in the front bowed her head and sobbed when she saw this photo: "This is the night witch's classic snatching." shoot……"

Another girl who was slightly older raised her chin and shouted at Sophia: "What do you mean? Our witches are only missing, so nothing will happen. You put a photo here to curse our night witches." ?"

Some people in the crowd also echoed: "Yes, yes, we witch fans are the first to disagree!"

And Sophia, who was standing in front of the flower garden, just lowered her head, looked at the night witch in the photo frame, raised her hand, touched her eyes, and said in a low voice: "I just want... If something unexpected happens to the night witch, but no one will miss it." She...then she is too pitiful..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a charming voice not far ahead: "Thank you Miss Simpson for your concern, but I don't need it for the time being."

Sophia was stunned, and quickly raised her head to look in that direction, and saw a young woman wearing a black tube top skirt and a pointed witch hat sitting on the edge of the hospital wall. She was looking at Sophia, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly, It seems to be laughing.

At this time, Sophia stared blankly at the Night Miko who was sitting on the wall, unable to say a word, but the other Night Miko fans present hurriedly took out their mobile phones after a brief moment of silence, shouting "" Night Witch", while frantically pressing the camera button towards the slender woman sitting on the fence.

According to urban legend, the very bad-tempered Night Miko didn't show any displeasure because of these cell phone shots. She just smiled and said loudly: "I'm worrying everyone, the Night Miko is still alive and unscathed, please Residents of Brooklyn, be careful when you go out, maybe you will see the manhole cover in front of your house missing when you go home."

After finishing speaking, she pulled out a bamboo broom from a void, then jumped onto the broom lightly, waved to the crowd under the wall, made a characteristic giggle, and flew into Lower Manhattan In the noisy night sky.

Sophia raised her head and looked at the back of the night witch who disappeared on a broom, and it took a long time before she came back to her senses.

At this time, the solemn atmosphere of the memorial ceremony had eased a little. People gathered in twos and threes, discussing the Night Witch, and many people were holding their mobile phones to reminisce about the photos of the Night Witch that they had just taken.

Sophia had been in a daze before, and she didn't take a single photo of the night witch. She looked down at the photo frame she had placed on the flower shop before, bent down to pick up the photo frame, and hugged it in her arms.She stood up straight and glanced at the place where the Night Witch disappeared. With the other hand, she took out her phone from her coat and sent a message to her college classmate Rosie Mathers:

"Rosie, do you believe that the Night Witch not only saved me, but also smiled at me. Ahhh, am I not a child specially favored by God?"

At this moment, her college classmate Rosie Mathers was sitting on the edge of the top of the Stark Building not far from Trump's Private Hospital.She took off the witch hat on top of her head, and the wind on the roof blew her blond hair into a mess. With one hand, she casually smoothed the hair on her cheeks, and with the other hand, she put the hat on the top of the broom. , the broom straightened up, like a knight standing in the wind trying to protect his hat.

The height of the Stark Tower is not in the forefront of midtown Manhattan where skyscrapers abound, but the location is excellent. Sitting on the roof of the building, you can have a panoramic view of most of Midtown at night, even with the cars on the Brooklyn Bridge. The lights can also be seen clearly.

Rosie was perched on the edge of the roof, her legs swaying slightly in mid-air, she grabbed a mango pudding from the void, and was about to unpack it and eat it, when she heard a voice behind her: "I said, why don't you let me come with you?" Go, it turns out you went to my office to steal something."

Rosie's body froze, and then she turned her head slowly, and saw Tony standing behind her, who was supposed to be persuaded to go home by her, looking at her with a smile.

Boss Tony has always had his own principles. Even if he travels late at night, he still wears a three-piece suit and wears a pair of brown sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.No matter how strong the wind on the roof was, it couldn't mess up his short brown hair.

Rosie tried her best to draw an arc at the corner of her lips, hid the mango pudding in front of her body, and said, "Didn't the boss go back under my persuasion?"

"How can I rest assured that Secretary Mathers, who is still seriously injured, is doing bad things alone?" Tony said with a smile.

"It's impossible for Iron Man to pair up with Night Witch to steal the manhole cover." Rosie lowered her head and muttered in a low voice.

"Anyway, Secretary Mathers didn't steal the manhole cover." Tony took a step forward and sat down beside Rosie. "Instead, he sneaked into my office to steal the mango pudding I'm going to eat tomorrow."

He moved closer to Rosie, lowered his voice, and said, "Night Witch, how do you want me to punish you?"

Rosie moved to the other side calmly: "Salary deduction."

"My employee is Secretary Mathers, not the Night Witch." Tony said with a smile, "That's it, I'll tie the Night Witch back to my house."

Rosie only felt that her face was burning, she turned her head to look at Tony, and stared: "Boss, you are a superhero..."

"But I, a superhero, sat on someone's window sill, and they still pushed me off the window sill." Tony spread his hands.

During dinner time, Rosie, who pushed Tony off the window sill in the bedroom, blushed, "You are Iron Man, you can fly."

"I won't be Iron Man in front of you." Tony said, he reached out and rubbed Rosie's blond hair, while the expression on his face was still very natural, "Don't call me Iron Man in the future, and don't call me the boss."

Rosie, distraught because her inner Brooklyn Death Knight was racing like crazy, didn't notice Tony's little movement, and asked casually, "What's that called you?"

"Call me Tony," Tony said, "or 'Dear Tony,' would be fine too."

Rosie: "..."

The night scene in Midtown Manhattan is bustling and brilliant. Lights of various colors penetrate the rain and fog in late autumn, gently wrapping the night witch sitting on the roof of the Stark Building, dressed in sexy and coquettish clothes, but blushing all over her face. The broom of her witch hat took a step back and poked its head in this direction again.

"So, Secretary Mathers is really young. He forgot that Jarvis at my house can take pictures of your every move, and that I can install a small positioning system on your mobile phone." Tony stretched out his right index finger, Touching Rosie's flushed cheek lightly, she said with a smile, "You crappy witch, you have already shown your feet in front of me."

"I...you..." Rosie raised her head and looked at Tony. It took her a long time to utter a few words, but she didn't know what to say.

Ever since her boss confessed to her in the alleys of the Gotham slums, she felt that her brain seemed to be a burned circuit board, not only not functioning normally, but also always emitting wisps of black smoke.

However, Tony Stark, who is a superhero, a physics genius and a profiteer, has a panoramic view of her embarrassment at this time, but only looks at her tenderly with those caramel-colored eyes, and then embraces her who is stiff all over, Said: "Okay, my secretary Mathers, you don't need to say, I know what you are thinking."

"Of course, you don't know that I watch the surveillance video of you smoking with a tiger face on my desk every day at home, and you don't know that I can often see you sneaking from your attic with a broom Climb out of the skylight, let alone know that when I learned that you were injured and missing, I made hundreds of calls to your cell phone that was turned off..."

"...I know this." Rosie poked her head out of his arms and said.

"...shut up." Tony patted her on the head.

"Oh." Rosie shrank back again.

Tony coughed twice, and then said: "Secretary Mathers, you are too young, so you don't know that your boss likes you, and you keep putting those same blonde beauties in your boss' arms..."

"...Isn't the boss like this type?" Rosie poked her head out again.

Tony scowled suddenly.

Rosie blinked: "Boss, please continue."

"I'm not going any further," Tony said. "I'm going to settle with the Night Witch for stealing my mango pudding."

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Has resigned, basically resumed daily updates~

But I will take a leave of absence tomorrow, and I will go to the hot spring tomorrow. Poor thing, I have been looking forward to it for three years and finally I can go to the hot spring orz.