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

This year's Christmas is not just a snowy Christmas for New Yorkers. From Christmas Eve to New Year's Eve, traditional media and online social platforms are full of stories about how the Night Witch was in Rockefeller Plaza. And the news that the hospital showed its talents.

Although various news media have processed the face of the Night Witch in the videos and photos, from time to time witnesses on the scene uploaded the video of the Night Witch fighting the Little Green Goblin to the social platform, although the quality is high and blurred Even the facial features of the Night Miko could not be clearly identified, but someone still recognized it.

"Isn't this... our school's prom queen from last year's homecoming?"

"Isn't this... the young lady who often comes to our hospital for heart checkups?"

"Isn't this... the secretary of the boss of our company?"

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"The personal information of the netizen above shows that he works for Stark Industries, so we can understand that the night witch is the secretary of the boss of Stark Industries?"

"...Oh my god, Night Witch is Iron Man's secretary?"

"That seems to make everything clear."

"Stark Industries is awesome!"

"Stark Industries Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger!"

"..."

Rosie is ignorant of the hype on traditional media and online social platforms.

Since that day, she was carried by a broom to her residential area in a state of blood and scars in a coma, and woke up slowly under the watchful eyes of the neighbors in the whole community. Before she could say a few words, she was sent to the prison In the rushing ambulance, he tried to say a few words to the Mathers couple, but was pushed back onto the stretcher by a burly emergency doctor.

"Hey, don't move, Night Witch, even if it's Captain America, you have to obey us obediently when you enter the hospital." The nurse in the emergency department said softly, and shook the stethoscope in her hand while staring.

Tony, who was standing outside the ambulance, also waved to her: "Don't worry, Secretary Mathers, this hospital is my property, and every medical staff will do their best to cure you."

Rosie: "..."

It was probably because she was pushed into the emergency ward this time without any injuries compared to her unscathed appearance, so after being pushed into the ambulance, the mobile phone in the small satchel on her body was gone. It was confiscated, and the euphemistic name was to let her cooperate with the treatment and not be distracted by foreign objects.

From being admitted to the hospital on Christmas Day to the last day of the year, her attending physician did not return her mobile phone, and when she wanted to get information about the outside world through the TV in the ward, she turned on the TV but could only see a Xuehua, the nurse who came to change her dressing saw her staring blankly at Snowflake on TV, felt pity for her, and gave her a set of "My Little Pony" discs before leaving work at night, saying: "Rosie, this is I bought it and planned to take it home to show to my son, since you are a frequent visitor to our hospital, let me borrow it for you first."

Rosie: "..."

During the few days when she could only watch "My Little Pony", Rosie felt a long-lost peace.When I was bored, I turned on the DVD player to watch the six magical ponies guarding the world. After getting permission from the attending physician to get out of bed, I put on a down jacket and walked outside the ward.

The nurse who lent her the disc to pass the time was right. She was indeed a frequent visitor to this hospital. Whether it was the emergency ward on the first floor or the small garden outside the ward, she She is very familiar with them, and she can clearly describe the texture of the wood on the window lattice of the ward, and the paint on the armrest of the bench under the ginkgo tree outside the window.

The last time I came here was in autumn, and autumn filled this small world with the golden color of ginkgo leaves. Many elderly people have lived here for a long time to recuperate their bodies. The old people who are quite interested are humming the sound of popular country songs to the rhythm of the radio.

She sent Peggy away that season, and heard Tony mention to her the original intention of buying the hospital:

Because this is where his parents died.

It's winter now, and the ginkgo trees in the garden have lost all their leaves, leaving only bare branches and sparse snow, probably because the weather is too cold, and there are no old people who come for a walk singing country music on the radio.The gorgeous and slightly psychedelic scenery in late autumn no longer exists, and the hospital atrium garden in winter really only remains the coldness and alienation that belong to the hospital.

In the entire garden, except for a few medical staff who occasionally passed by in a hurry in the corridors around, only Rosie in a white down jacket was left.

She stepped on the unmelted snow on the ground, walked around a few bare ginkgo trees, and walked to the bench where Peggy used to sit.

The bench was lying alone under the tree. Judging from the snow on the back of the chair, it should have been untouched for a long time.

Rosie reached out her hand from her sleeve and gently brushed the snow off the back of the chair.Her hands were covered in the thick down sleeves for a long time, and there was still a touch of warmth. When she touched the snow lightly, a cold water mark was left on her fingertips.

And behind this, an old voice sounded behind her: "Young people nowadays are really in poor health, and they were hospitalized again in such a short time."

She turned around and saw an old man in a wheelchair looking at her with a smile in the corridor behind a tree. He has neat silver-white hair, and a pair of dark brown sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, from which his smiling eyes can be faintly seen.

He held a retro and small radio in one hand, and waved at Rosie with the other: "Meet you again, little girl, or...night witch?"

Rosie stared at him for a while, then smiled: "Hello, Mr. Li, I don't know if the fifty posters of Scarlett Johansson I gave you are okay?"

This is Mr. Stan Lee who once asked her for a poster of Scarlett Johansson. After autumn and winter, she, a frequent visitor to the hospital, returned to the same department and ward again, but she never expected to see this man again. old sir.She didn't ask why the old man knew that she was a night witch. After all, it was very likely that the TV in her ward in the entire hospital had no signal.

When the old man heard her ask about the fifty posters, he immediately laughed again: "They are my treasures. I hid them very well, and I couldn't even find the nurses who often brought medicine."

Rosie let out a laugh, and simply took a few steps forward, walked to the edge of the corridor, and chatted with the old gentleman through a window.

They chatted about what happened in this hospital from the ginkgo leaves to the snow cover. In fact, the story of every hospital is the same. The old man told her in a very flat and slightly humorous tone, Several of the old people who used to go to the garden with their radios in their hands and sing songs, accepted the call of God and went to heaven when winter came. However, he was not lonely for too long. New old friends live in, and when the snow melts and spring comes, a new group of old people holding radios will welcome in the garden.

Finally, he smiled and said, "The young people of your generation are also in poor health. Look at you, this is the first time you have been hospitalized."

"This... I didn't mean it either." Rosie touched her nose, feeling a little helpless.

The old man sighed, "I know, it's not easy for you." He paused, and then said, "Today is the 31st, the last day of the year."

"That's right, it's the New Year's Eve tonight." Rosie said, feeling a little disappointed in her eyes.

If these accidents hadn't happened, the Mathers family would have ushered in the New Year joyfully in front of the fireplace in the living room.

However, after being stuffed into the ambulance and taken to the hospital, not only was her mobile phone confiscated, she could not get in touch with the outside world, even the Mathers and Tony hadn't visited her, if it wasn't for the first time she was forced to get out of bed The nurse stopped her and said that she would report to Mr. Stark next time. She thought she had become the lonely Brooklyn Death Knight Rosie Mathers again.

It's funny how she once prided herself on the Brooklyn Death Knight's hard-core approach, only to end up terrified of going back to it.In the end, she thought she was independent and cold-blooded, but after gaining what she had lost, she actually became concerned about gains and losses.

Mr. Stan Lee watched the expression on her face change with a smile, reached out and patted her on the shoulder, and said, "Do you know how to face everything now?"

Rosie looked up at him and blinked: "I..."

"Young people, most heroes will be confused by the past or the future, but they will never be trapped. Time will tell you everything." The old man said, and passed the retro radio in his other hand to Rosie, "This, let's take this as a thank you gift for giving me fifty Scarlett posters. Happy New Year."

Rosie took the radio in a daze, and stroked the delicate touch of the walnut radio with her fingers. When she raised her head again, the old man had already moved the wheelchair for a certain distance, and she suddenly thought of something. The old gentleman shouted from behind: "Old gentleman, do you know my confusion now?"

The old man paused, turned around, looked at Rosie, with an old man's sly smile on his face: "Of course." The corners of his mouth widened, "After all, you are all my children. .”

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Eleven forty-five p.m.

There were a few sounds of fireworks bursting in the sky from the pediatric ward, which gave the hospital, which had been running like gears, a touch of humanity, and the one in Rosie's ward could only play "My Little Pony" discs. The TV set finally received the signal, and the female anchor of the news channel did not continue to broadcast the night witch incident, but came to Times Square, waiting for the countdown to the New Year with thousands of New Yorkers.

Although the hospital side was relatively quiet, Rosie could still feel the happiness and joy on everyone's face on the other side of the TV screen.

After this night, the disaster and pain of the previous year are like a page of a book that has been turned, and will never be reproduced again.

Rosie didn't turn on the light. She sat on the hospital bed with her arms around her knees, staring at the TV screen. The reporter's camera flashed one ordinary face after another. The movement of the picture brought light spots on her. Her cheeks kept jumping, and when she was engrossed in watching it, she suddenly heard a voice with a smile saying: "It seems that you will be happier with the TV signal."

For a second, Rosie felt that she was hallucinating, but in the next second, she immediately turned her head to look at the side where the sound came from. Outside her open window, there was a man in a gold and red iron armor floating. Behind him was the cold moonlight and scattered fireworks over the pediatric ward.

She froze for a moment, got out of bed with bare feet, stepped on the floor, walked to the window, and opened it.

Iron Man didn't enter the room, but continued to ask: "How about it, do you want to go to Times Square for the New Year's Eve?" He paused, and slightly restrained the smile mixed in his tone, as if he was solemnly inviting, " Iron Man carries you and flies over."

Rosie stared at the armor, and suddenly remembered what Peggy had said to her in the fall.

"Does Miss Mathers have someone on her mind?"

"It's the kind of person who, when he hears a song, asks him to dance with him."

"The real dance with your sweetheart is when you think about it, and you can't help but smile."

"You see what many people can't see, and you are willing to understand him, and even understand him. The rest will be left to time."

Time will tell.

She stretched out her hand and gently touched the face of the iron armor. Through this layer of iron armor, she seemed to be able to feel that the person inside the iron armor who usually had a confident smile was slightly stunned.

"No need, the boss will accompany me on New Year's Eve." She tilted her head and said with a smile, "By the way, you can also dance."

On the TV screen, everyone was excitedly and nervously counting down the numbers on the big screen in Times Square, but Rosie turned on the radio that Mr. Stan Lee gave her. The radio did not play any Christmas songs. What flows out of the speaker is a soft and gentle guitar and Bob Dylan's hoarse voice.

"10!"

"See the pyramid sa long the Nile..."

"9!"

"Watch the sunrise atropic isle..."

"8!"

"Just member darling all the while..."

……

The fireworks in Times Square seemed to pierce the night sky and reflected on everyone's cheeks. When Rosie opened her eyes, it was like a moth caught by Tony's caramel-colored eyes. Waist, the two of them are not disturbed by any external noise, and only focus on this piece of music and the pace of their feet.

It was a hospital ward, no bands, no lights, just a tiny walnut radio, and she wasn't even wearing an evening gown, but a hospital gown that didn't quite fit.

But it should be the dance they have devoted themselves to the most in their lives.

"1!"

"You belong to me..."

"Happy New Year." They both said at the same time, and then laughed silently again.

This night, this moonlight, and you belong to me.

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"Night Witch Vol.3No.30 Seven Volumes", the picture of two people dancing together is still.

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The text of this article is over =3=

I am actually a very impatient person who writes long articles. I think this article should be over, so I will never delay the word count. However, this article exceeds the number of words I originally set for it. I wrote a lot and got stuck. It took a long time, on the one hand, because the main line of the character of the night witch was gradually deviated by me. It was a day and night setting that existed for fun, and later it was written as a growth story of a girl from another world. I really like stories about girls growing up.

And finally, I finally wrote that she grew up.I am willing to face up to things that I have never dared to face up to before.

At the beginning of this article, I planned to write that Mr. Stan Lee would be a guest star, but during my caving period, I heard the news that the old man died of illness. To be honest, it was very sad, and this lovely old man also changed from a native The role that should be soy sauce in the text has become the key role to wake up Rosie. This is my selfishness and my last tribute to him.He is the god of the Chaoying world, and without Chaoying, this article would not exist, so he should also be the god of this little Chaoying.

Finally, I would like to thank all the cute little ones who are still following me after I have been stuck on and off for a year. I know that I am not a trustworthy author, and I can even be said to be willful. Thank you for your tolerance and love you.

In the extra plan of this article, there are probably two extra extras from the original Rosie and Harry, which will be updated within this week.

In addition, the new article will be previewed, please collect it, hee hee

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A modern parkour female contestant, once back to Florence in the Renaissance.

Qiao Ya said that one can't paint, two can't make sculptures, and three can't cook pasta. Excuse me, what's the use of rebirth?

——You can become a flying assassin.

"While others blindly pursue truth, remember—"

"Everything is false."

"While others are bound by morality and law, remember—"

"Everything is allowed."

"We work in the dark, we serve the light, we are—"

"assassin."

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1. The female parkour contestant was reborn in the city of Florence at the end of the fifteenth century. During the day, she was a lady of the city-state aristocrat, and at night, she was a female assassin flying over the walls;

2. Involves "Assassin's Creed 2", "Twilight" and the real historical background, and mixes a lot of self-made;

3. The male protagonist Caius, the cp of vampire and assassin, 1V1, HE, the Thunderer can escape quickly =w=

4. The name of the article is tentatively set here, and it may be changed in the future, so let’s do it first orz

5. Welcome to hook up on Weibo: @bald girlbai scallion

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I will be responsible =3=