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

The snow, which had stopped a little in the morning, seemed to be blown back from the sky by a gust of wind at this moment, and the numerous snowflakes proudly occupied most of the field of vision, leaving only a little narrow space for this quiet and solemn cemetery.

In order to avoid the snowflakes slapping her cheeks, Rosie had to lower her head slightly, and followed Jason to the depths of the cemetery.From her perspective, she could only see Jason's brown Martin boots and the hems of jeans wet with snow. She followed these feet forward mechanically, the sound of the soles rubbing against the snow, and the rustling of snow The sound of beating branches, quiet and noisy, just like her childhood life, is unfortunate for most people, but because of Natalia's existence, it is happy and wanton.

She couldn't help but wonder if Jason was the same as he used to be, living with Natalia in the slums, and Natalia would apologize to every neighbor child he beat up Uncle Alcoholic protects him in his arms with his fists and feet. Occasionally, after work, he will buy a few hyacinths from the flower shop at the corner of the slum street and put them in a transparent vase on the dining table. At that moment, this gloomy The room will also be vibrant with this bright blue-purple color.

——It wasn't until a crow made a strange cry and flew out of the pine forest flapping its wings that it brought her back from imagination to reality.

Jason stopped in front of a tombstone, stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, turned his head, lowered his eyes slightly, looked at Rosie, and said, "You...know her?"

Rosie's hands were clenched tightly inside the sleeves of the down jacket. She let out a breath, turned her head, and looked at the tombstone.

The tombstone was already covered with a thick layer of snow. Jason brushed the snow off, and Rosie looked down following the fallen snow, and saw the bedside drawer that had been in Jason's bedside table. seen photos.

The woman in the photo has the same blond hair as Rosie, the same facial contours, the same facial features, and even the curvature of the corners of her mouth when she smiles is exactly the same, and she is the same as Natalia in Rosie's There was only a cold tombstone left in front of him.

Jason squatted down, looked at the photo on the tombstone, and gently touched the string of English engraved on the tombstone with his hand:

Natalia Heywood.

"I..." Rosie thought for a while, then said, "It's considered acquaintance, but it's not considered acquaintance."

Jason didn't ask her why she said such a contradictory sentence, but said to himself: "I know that in the charity auction held by the Elliott family, there was an unremarkable lot. It is a low-quality diamond necklace. The strange thing is that Thomas Elliott and Bruce Wayne, who are famous families in Gotham, bid against each other, and the necklace was sold at a sky-high price. Finally, Bruce Wayne took the auction. And now, that necklace..." He paused, then turned to look at Rosie, "It's with you."

Rosie looked straight into his eyes, and the memories in her mind quickly went back to the Gotham City auction a few months ago.

It was the first time she went to Gotham City, and she was taken by Mrs. Mathers to participate in the charity auction held by the prominent family of Gotham City, the Elliott Family. At that auction, she saw a The necklace was finally photographed by Bruce Wayne and given to her.

Afterwards, in order to thank Bruce Wayne, she drove to Gotham City in person, but she was robbed by thugs as soon as the car arrived in Gotham City. In addition to washing the car, I also met Gotham's famous extreme hero, Red Hood.

"So, she is..." Rosie said, before she finished speaking, Jason stood up slowly, looked at the picture of the woman on the tombstone, and said, "She is my mother."

Rosie's eyes widened slightly.

"That necklace used to belong to my mother, Natalia Heywood. She sold this necklace and some of her other jewelry when she was young, just in exchange for enough money to keep me alive. I She was separated from her parents since she was a child, and after finally being reunited with her, it also brought her a catastrophe, she was wiped out in an explosion, and the original Jason Todd no longer existed." Jay Sen said.

When he talked about his experience with his parents, his tone was flat, as if he was describing other people's stories from a third-person perspective, but the trace of hostility in his eyes was like a stone thrown into the middle of a lake , broke his calm pretense, and got a glimpse of the endless waves in his heart.

"I will not forgive anyone who brought this disaster." Jason clenched his fists and said.

Rosie lowered her head slowly, and after a long silence, she said, "So, you were present at the auction that day, right?"

Jason's clenched fist was slightly loosened. He didn't speak, which was basically a definite answer.

"You know that Thomas Elliott will auction off your mother's belongings on the day of the auction. For this reason, you disguised yourself and mixed in with the Gotham high-class crowd. Maybe you wanted to see what once belonged to your mother. Or maybe you want to take a picture of it, but in fact, you can only watch that necklace become a tool for two Gotham rich men to compare with each other, and then the rich man gave it to a little girl who knows nothing about the world. You wanted to snatch it back, but you found that this little girl had a lot to do with one of the people who killed your mother, so you decided to hold back and seek opportunities in secret." Rosie closed her eyes, remembering the first time she met Jason When he saw him looking at Bruce Wayne through the glass, he said, "That person... is Bruce Wayne, or in other words, Batman, right?"

Jason looked at her quietly, and when she finished the long speech, he said softly: "Yes."

Not many people know that Bruce Wayne, the famous Gotham City playboy, still plays Vigilante Batman at night, and Jason has either been his nemesis from the beginning, or has been very close to him.And when he thinks of his elegant demeanor when he pretends to be a yacht waiter and his reading aesthetic that ordinary people can't match, he doesn't look like a teenager who grew up on the streets of the slums, so all doubts are explained.

"I once heard that, several years ago, Batman had a young assistant..." Rosie murmured.

The corners of Jason's lips curled up slightly, but there was a bit of contempt and mockery in his eyes: "Robin."

Not long after Batman became famous, he had a young man named "Robin" as his assistant, and after "Robin" grew up, he became another vigilante "Nightwing" in Gotham City.A few years later, Batman had another boy beside him, known as the "Second Robin", but the second Robin did not grow up to adulthood by his side, because of an explosion planned by the clown case killed.

Since then, Batman has never had such a young assistant by his side.

Jason lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and when he raised his eyes again, there was no other emotion in his eyes. He took a deep breath of the cigarette, swam it around through his lungs, and sprayed it out from his nasal cavity, melting In the snow all over the sky.

"My mother died in the bombing/explosion, and nothing was left. The only thing I remember is the necklace that was sold early, but that necklace also became a look. The plaything of a little girl who doesn't understand anything, what does she know, this inferior diamond necklace is not only my mother's most precious jewelry, but also my life in exchange for it, in the hands of such a little girl, really It's desecrating it. I really want to take it back from your hands, and when I have strong thoughts, I even think about sawing off your neck, because you don't deserve to carry it."

"But what's wrong with you? I killed those criminals because they deserved what they deserved, but you were not wrong. If I really killed you, it would be no different from the clown who blew up my mother."

Jason shook the ash, and said, "The only person I can hate is Batman. It was his indecision that allowed the Joker to catch me and my mother with his life and tie us up in a warehouse. I watched the countdown on the time bomb turn to zero; it was he who did not kill the clown to avenge me and my mother; in the end, it was he who took pictures of my mother's belongings and gave them to a stranger."

After he finished speaking, he paused, a snowflake landed on his extinguished cigarette butt, Christmas songs came from the window of some house, the music was lively and cheerful, but it also seemed that the cemetery in the snow was getting more and more beautiful. deserted and lonely.

Like Rosie in the past, he is also a person who can only be alone when the family is happy.

"The clown showed up in the slums of Gotham, did you kill him?" Rosie asked.

Jason exhaled a smoke ring, then shook his head: "No, he's very cunning, and it's not easy to kill him. But it's also this battle that taught me something more." He paused, and then Said, "I used to think that I was an evil ghost who crawled out of the grave and only knew revenge, but I didn't expect that I was still some distance away from that madman."

He flicked the remaining cigarette butts into the snow, then put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked down at Rosie, and said, "I also thought that a girl like you, who has had nothing to worry about since childhood, would not understand So many things, but it's weird that you know the ghetto, you know the vagabond, you even know me very well."

Rosie smiled and said, "It's not so much that I know you very well, it's better to say that I know myself better."

Jason hooked the corners of his lips and seemed to be smiling. He waved his hand at Rosie, then patted the snowflakes on his shoulders, and turned around, as if he was planning to leave the cemetery in the snow. Rosie stood at Nata In front of Lia Heywood's tombstone, after thinking about it, she looked up at his back who had already walked a few steps away, and suddenly said, "Does Natalia like blue-purple hyacinths?"

Jason's back paused, he turned his head slightly, and looked at Rosie across the snowflakes, and then said: "I don't know, but during the few days we met briefly, she did buy a bunch and put it on in a clear glass bottle on the dining table."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a shining silver object thrown towards him from a distance. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch it. When he spread his palm again, he found that it was a diamond necklace in the shape of a ginkgo leaf, which was familiar but unfamiliar.

"If the answer is correct, this item will be returned to you." Rosie on the opposite side said with a smile.

"Also?" Jason pinched the necklace and was stunned.

"Yes, return it." Rosie nodded, "Return it to you, it can be regarded as... return it to Natalia."