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

The east coast, which hadn’t snowed for a long time, finally snowed the night before Christmas Eve. When Rosie woke up the next morning, before she got out of bed, she heard the cheers of children building snowmen and playing snowball fights outside the house. Yawning, she struggled to get out of the quilt, opened the curtains, and wanted to see how high the snow piled outside, but found that there was a crooked snowman in front of the gate of the house opposite that hadn't been lived in for a long time, And the person who made the snowman thoughtfully put a dark blue bow tie on the snowman, which looks a bit more gentlemanly than ordinary snowmen.

Rosie was slightly taken aback when she saw the snowman at the door of Osborne's house, and then lowered the curtains again.

Some children probably saw that this house was really desolate, so they built a snowman to add a bit of vitality to it.

Different from the whole month of Christmas holiday for school students, company employees who have entered social work can have one and a half days off on Christmas, usually starting from the afternoon of Christmas Eve until the end of Christmas the next day.However, Tony Stark has always been an extremely generous boss. He announced the day before Christmas Eve that every employee of the Stark Group can enjoy the holiday starting from the morning of Christmas Eve.

So on this day, Rosie finally didn't rush to get up and wash up after the alarm clock rang, but slept until 09:30 in the morning before stretching, and slowly came down from the stairs to enjoy her late lunch.

Mr. Mathers and Mrs. Mathers were not as lucky as Rosie. They drove to their respective companies early in the morning. Mr. Mathers also called and said that he was going to Brooklyn for an important meeting. , may come back later, and then I have to ask Kailani to drive to pick him up.

The TV in the living room is playing a news program, and the blond female anchor is smiling and using all kinds of wonderful words to describe the belated snow on the east coast. Rosie is listening to the snow in various regions in the news Thickness, while absentmindedly sipping on warm corn soup.

Kailani was complaining about the inhumane company of the Mathers couple, and said something nice about Tony's boss: "You actually let the employees take half a day off, Mr. Stark is worthy of being a superhero, this decision is really wise. It's so sweet!"

While spreading jam on the bread, Rosie thought to herself, probably the boss himself didn't want to get out of the quilt early.

After the breakfast time passed, Kailani started the final work of arranging the Christmas tree. After asking for help but being rejected, Rosie put on the down jacket newly bought by Mrs. Mathers and went to the mailbox outside the house to get the piled greeting card.

Because of the particularity of Mrs. Mathers’s work, every year on Christmas Eve, she always receives many greeting cards. The senders include fashion brands and celebrities who have cooperated with the fashion magazine she works, and some hope to be photographed. Small mannequins for print advertising opportunities.

This year was no exception. The mailbox was already full of envelopes of different colors, some of which were sprayed with perfume. Rosie, based on her own knowledge of the poverty of perfume, could only distinguish Zu Malone's blue wind chime from inside.She wrinkled her nose and hugged these envelopes in her arms. When she turned around and was about to go back to the house, a blue card slipped out of the pile of envelopes in her arms, and her gaze also slowed down as the cards fell. Slowly going down, when the card fluttered down on the snow, I saw the first paragraph of scrawled handwriting:

dear rosie.

When Rosie held the envelope and pushed open the door, Kailani had finished the final arrangement of the Christmas tree. She hung the lanterns with the words "merrychristmas" on the top of the Christmas tree, then walked down the ladder with satisfaction and turned around. Turning around, she saw Rosie sitting on the sofa staring at a card in a daze.

The down jacket on Rosie's body hadn't been taken off yet, and the snowflakes on her hair quickly turned into inconspicuous drops of water under the temperature of the room.

"Hey Rosie," Keilani called out, "are you peeking at your mother's Christmas card?"

It took Rosie a few seconds to come back to her senses, and then she turned her face to look at Kailani, she frowned slightly, and then asked: "Kailani...you said yesterday...Harry is because of his father Did you not come back for a long time because you were seriously ill in the hospital?"

"Yes, that's what I heard from the neighbors." Kailani nodded.

"So, do you know which hospital it is in?"

Kailani smiled: "Rosie, you know Mr. Osborne so well, why don't you call him and ask him?"

Rosie smiled wryly: "It is estimated that the hospital he is in blocked the mobile phone signal."

She sighed, looked down at the short "Merry Christmas" on the card, and put the card into the pocket of her down jacket.

She stumbled across Harry's essay on classical literature at a party hosted by Harry at the beginning of the year, and although Harry quickly put the paper away, blushing and saying that his handwriting was ugly, she still caught a glimpse of him. The "shakespeare" at the beginning of the thesis, and because the "s" at the beginning is extremely distorted, it left a deep impression.

Coincidentally, this distorted "s" appeared on this card again.

Harry, who had been missing for more than a month, ran to her door in the early hours of Christmas Eve and stuffed a Christmas card into the mailbox?

Rosie thought again of Harry, who had a party in his garden on Christmas Eve last year.It snowed early on the East Coast last year, and by Christmas Eve, the snow in New York had already melted away, leaving only those cold gray buildings in Manhattan, and the blond female anchor in the morning news With a cold face, he rated it "the most unattractive Christmas Eve".

For Rosie at the time, this was also "the strangest Christmas Eve".

The church choir that had never been to Helson came to the door early in the morning to "report the good news". At noon, Mrs. Mathers, who got a vacation, took her to Union Square to visit the biggest Christmas market in New York City. In the evening, the family sat around the dining table and enjoyed roast turkey and cider. After dinner, they chatted around the fireplace. Rosie received a gift from the Mathers couple that was enough to fill her arms, and a gift from Kailanie. A vial of Zumaron's blue wind chimes for her.

In fact, she had a very happy day, but apart from being happy, she was also a little anxious and disappointed.

It wasn't until Mr. Osborne next door's out-of-key "last christmas" that she finally felt familiar.

She still remembered hiding in the quilt and thinking of Natalia, who also sang out of tune, and at this moment, fireworks were set up somewhere outside the residential area, and the sound of the fireworks blooming overwhelmed the singing on the other side. Sitting up, she found that the screen of her mobile phone was on, and Mr. Osborne, who was singing just now, sent her a "Merry Christmas" via text message.

On Christmas Eve this year, a thick layer of snow piled up on the ground, which can be said to be a very atmospheric Christmas Eve. Harry, who has been missing for more than a month, sent her a Christmas card. On the blessing.

She felt a little lost, and this loss reached its peak when she thought of Harry's hideous appearance in the hospital that day. She raised her head and exhaled, and then began to sort out her emotions, but before she finished sorting out, she felt a burst of heat. It was only then that I belatedly realized that I hadn't taken off my down jacket after returning to the house.

She was about to stand up and take off her down jacket when she saw Kailani come out of the kitchen in a hurry, holding a bunch of car keys in her hand. When she passed the living room, she saw Rosie standing by the sofa and said: " Mr. Mathers' meeting is coming to an end and I have to drive to Brooklyn to pick him up."

Rosie watched her take off her coat from the hanger at the door, then gathered the down jacket again, stepped forward and said, "I'll go pick up Dad, I happen to be fine."

Kailani turned her head to look at her when she heard the words, and asked with some doubts: "It's snowing outside today... can you... can you?"

When Rosie heard this, she raised an eyebrow: "Huh? I'm the rumored Brooklyn Death Knight..."

Before she finished speaking, the Jingfen system began to scream "The current behavior of the host does not match the human design", she had to shut up immediately, and then stared at Kailani with wide eyes: "Please believe me driving skills!"

Snow racing is still very simple for Rosie.

After she slowly drove the car out of the community, she habitually wanted to change the gear of the car to the sports gear. However, at this time, a red light and a child in a red padded jacket holding a Santa Claus doll on the zebra crossing succeeded. stopped her.She turned on the car radio. On this day, no matter which radio station, those classic Christmas songs will be played.After the red light ended, I shuttled through the city roads at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour, listening to "santatellme", ​​thinking that since it was Christmas Eve, I should drive safely.

There is still a considerable distance between her residence in Manhattan and the meeting place of Mr. Mathers in Brooklyn. During this distance, she listened to no less than five songs on the car radio, each of which was a different Christmas song. At the end of one of the songs and the tempo was fading away, she got a call from Tony's boss.

At this time, the car had already driven onto the Brooklyn Bridge, and the snow on the bridge had been cleared in the morning. Rosie sped up the speed a little, and then connected the phone to the Bluetooth on the car, and connected the call.

Tony's voice was a little nasal, as if he had just woken up: "What is Secretary Mathers doing?"

With one foot on the accelerator and one hand on the steering wheel, Rosie steers the Mercedes that Kailani often drives past a yellow Lamborghini and says, "Driving."

"This surprised me a bit. I thought Secretary Mathers would sleep until the afternoon after taking a vacation with such difficulty."

"That's impossible." Rosie snorted. "I have to get up early to prepare for this Christmas Eve. The boss who doesn't need to prepare can naturally sleep until now."

Tony on the phone also hummed pretendingly: "There is only one person in my family, so I don't need to make preparations for Christmas Eve... No, I have to prepare a little bit." The language said, "Tonight, I will have a blast with the night witch who does all kinds of evil on the roof of World Trade Center Building [-]."

"By God, it's better if it snows," said Rosie.

At this time, a motorcycle passed by her right, her eyes lit up, she stepped on the accelerator, chased after her, and then told the boss on the other end of the phone: "Okay, boss, I won't follow you!" I said, I'm going to go racing..." She paused, then changed her words, "I'm going to punish those who flout the traffic rules on Christmas Eve!"

After finishing speaking, she hung up the phone without waiting for the boss to reply, and concentrated on chasing the seriously speeding motorcycle.

Getting off the Brooklyn Bridge, the road conditions were not as good as before. Rosie and the driver of the motorcycle slowed down a little, but compared to other motor vehicles trembling in the snow, they seemed to be in a group in the sea. Fish swimming around a clumsy man with a life buoy.

When Rosie was getting closer to the motorcycle, the in-car navigation began to call for a left turn ahead. Seeing that the motorcycle was about to turn right, she stepped on the accelerator and accelerated, trying to win the motorcycle before they parted ways. However, When catching up at the fork in the road, she turned her head sideways, only to find that the motorcycle driver had a very familiar side face.

Jason Todd!

Almost in an instant, the steering wheel that she originally planned to turn to the left quickly turned to the right, and followed the motorcycle into a narrow alley.

The scene from the front window of the car changed suddenly, from a forest of buildings to a series of low housing areas, and a little further forward, you can see a cross standing on a Gothic church.

And Jason's motorcycle has already parked at the door of the church. He is wearing a brown leather jacket and a pair of washed white jeans. smoking a cigarette.

Rosie stopped the car and got out of the car. He looked up for a while, then raised his head while smoking a cigarette, and the snowflakes on his forehead were shaken off with this movement.

Rosie looked around as she approached him.

Although it snowed heavily the night before, making all the buildings here covered in a vast expanse of snow, she still found a sense of familiarity in it, and she only remembered it when she walked to the door of the church.

This is the church where Peggy is buried.

On the day of Peggy's funeral, she once saw Jason who came to worship here.

Jason stared at her who was looking around while smoking a cigarette. After a long time, he exhaled a smoke ring and said, "Long time no see, Miss Mathers. Seeing that you can still drive in the snow, I will I know that your injury last time is probably not a serious problem."

Rosie looked at him and smiled: "Seeing that you can still speed severely while riding a motorcycle, I know you didn't suffer any injuries in the fight with the clown."

Jason hooked the corners of his lips, as if he was smiling, but the arc of his lips quickly retracted. He lowered his voice and said, "Why are you following me?"

Rosie asked back, "Why did you come to New York suddenly on Christmas Eve?"

Jason sneered, "I haven't seen you for a while. Did Miss Mathers join the FBI or the Avengers? Do you need to find out the purpose of every outsider coming to New York?"

Rosie gritted her teeth and said, "I saw you visiting the grave last time."

"Can't I come to New York to visit the grave?"

Rosie let out a breath, then raised her head, looked into his eyes, and said calmly, "The person you worship...is his name Natalia?"

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This article is also coming to an end.

Recently, I became obsessed with Assassin's Creed, and even wanted to write related articles about Assassin's Creed. The current tentative background is Florence in the Renaissance period of "Assassin's Creed 2". Caius【xx

But I already have a new hole that I am going to open, which is my column "Diary of a Macho Man [Comprehensive British and American]".

So now I'm stuck, whether it's Assassin's Creed or Macho Diary_(:3」∠)_