[Comprehensive British and American] Eternal Sunshine

When Clark came out of the shower, Sealy was sitting cross-legged on the bed doing homework, her soft blond hair was still wet, and it was wet on the back of her neck, soaking a large piece of clothing.The ballpoint pen was casually thrown aside, and half of the bed was covered with scratch paper. The girl who relied on Clark for her high school mathematics was obviously helpless with the compulsory calculus.

She hates GE.

Clark, who had dried his upper body, put the towel on his shoulders casually, and sat down next to the girl with his damp body. Fortunately, the towels they bought were thick enough, otherwise he would have to change the sheets to sleep tonight.

"Should I change the one here to a radian first?" Clark put a dry towel on Xilai's head, and he was not afraid of catching a cold while blowing on the air conditioner with wet hair. While rubbing the girl's blond hair, he glanced at the computer in leisure Screen, you know he got an A in calculus one in his freshman year.

The blonde girl whose hair was crumpled into a chicken coop slammed shut the computer: "Anyone who won't help me with my homework should shut up!"

Why on earth does she, who studies history, do mathematics here?Wasn't it because Clark was determined not to help her with her homework... Sealay stared angrily at Clark who was still rubbing her hair, and occasionally a broken hair would be blown away by her bulging mouth: "I'm learning What's the use of this thing!"

"It's useless to learn." Clark shrugged innocently. "I can't take the final exam. I have to take it in the morning and evening. Let's hurry up and drop it when there are not many professional courses."

Of course she knew this... Sealy was discouraged, she just didn't want to write the math problem... Forget it, let's do it tomorrow.

The blonde girl reached out to scratch the Krypton youth's waist, even though she knew that Clark was not ticklish, but this did not prevent her from "punishing" her boyfriend who didn't know sweet talk at all.

In the photo hanging above the desk at the opposite corner of the bed, the black-haired, blue-eyed young man stared at the mischievous girl in his arms, as if staring at the most beautiful treasure in the world.

……

After the photographer Garfield who offered to send to the door, Xilai's modern art study group has an African-American youth named Eric Kermonger, who has his own views on contemporary African art. Xilai and Garfield I was fooled to prepare for the final project whether to write about African art.

The final project can be submitted throughout the semester. In order to avoid catching up with the exam tide at the end of the semester and worrying about whether there will be too many people to meet with the professor for interview and approval, the three of them decided that it is better to do it sooner rather than later. This weekend Go to the museum to find the target artwork first, then go back and prepare the materials first.

The Metropolitan Museum on Sunday is one of the most crowded time periods. Before going out, Xilai was forced to put on a thin coat by Clark. He said that the air conditioner in the museum was too strong and it was easy to freeze. He completely forgot to run across Krypton. The girl from Xingyaoye is still the child who was prone to getting sick back then.Eric still had the iconic dreadlocks. The last time Garfield wondered how often Eric washed his hair, he was nearly beaten up.The last one came was Garfield, who said that something happened on the road and delayed his time, so he bought three cups of coffee to apologize to the team members.

Then the three of them sat in a row on the steps at the entrance of the museum and drank coffee. There was no way, this colored drink was not allowed to be brought into the museum.

Garfield, who has done something wrong, is as depressed as a large poodle.

The African art exhibition hall is on the left side of the first floor, and three people are holding student cards. The Metropolitan Institute of Art is one of the important sources of funding for the museum. In fact, the museum also adopts a voluntary donation model. You just need to pay the money - enter the museum and go straight to the destination.

When Xi Lai stepped into the exhibition hall, he was attracted by the huge statue in the middle, and he couldn't help but let out a voice of admiration, which was really surprising.What she didn't notice was Eric's complicated eyes behind him. Compared with the ignorant students who grew up in North America all their lives, he knew more about the meaning behind the source of these artworks.

Poverty, war, plunder.

The young man with dreadlocks lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking about.On the contrary, Garfield, whose spider sense suddenly took effect, looked left and right, but couldn't find the fleeting sense of threat. Finally, he obediently picked up his camera and took a picture of Xilai's favorite artwork.

"...This is the African contemporary art exhibition hall that has just been reorganized this year. The exhibits come from dozens of different African countries..." The tour guide who was leading the tourists passed by them, and the tour guide with a headset was very tall Very beautiful, Garfield murmured to Xilai that it seemed to be their senior sister, and she probably came to do social practice.

She had a museum badge hanging on her chest, and when Seeley saw the name "Donna Troy" on it, she always felt a little familiar.

"Siley! Eric!" Garfield seemed to have found something particularly good, and waved his hand at his companion from afar. His loud voice attracted the attention of many people, and he quickly covered his hand in fright. own mouth.

Next to him is a black statue with a strange luster. It looks like wood from a close look, but it doesn't look like any known wooden material. Even the material on the information board is unknown.In the short story, an African artist carved a statue of an unknown object picked up in the wilderness. Teenagers are often full of desire to explore the unknown. After holding the camera, Garfield patted left and right and made a bet with Xilai: "I think it must be something like a meteorite. Although it looks like wood, it is definitely not wood!"

Eric: ...

Unfortunately, he really knows what it is. If he remembers correctly, it should be the waste produced in the process of vibrating gold purification, ignorance... He looked at the two team members who were researching and arguing about it, I can't help feeling that ignorance is really the source of happiness...

It wasn't until the museum radio started to announce that it was going to close that the three people reluctantly went out (Eric: I didn't, I wasn't, it was just these two people who were reluctant to part).They have long deviated from the original research purpose. After visiting the African Pavilion, they ran upstairs to visit the ancient Asian art exhibition and the Renaissance oil painting special exhibition hall, and changed the subject of the final project from a single cultural variety to It has expanded to the relationship between global contemporary art and ancient art, which is a topic that is difficult to write at first glance.

"Shall we have dinner together tonight?" Garfield could finally let go of his voice after walking out of the museum, "shakeshack is not far from here, how about we go have a burger? I got a discount coupon two days ago and just used it up today .”

"I won't," Sealy had already seen Clark under the stairs of the museum. "My boyfriend is here to pick me up. See you on Monday!"

Envious... Garfield, whose girlfriend is still in New York, watched helplessly as the classmate's little sister fled to her boyfriend's arms, and turned to look at Eric, who was supposed to be single, with those pitiful eyes.

"……I can."

The cat-type youth, who could not refuse the dog-type gaze at all, chose to admit defeat.

Avengers Tower at the same time.

Several pieces of information were presented on the data screen. Tony sat on the newly replaced sofa and looked at the information that Lao Jia finally got, the news about the airport accident and hurricane accident in Kansas that year, the surveillance video of New York during the war, and the news about Celeste. The life experience of Lynch and her fiancé Clark Kent... The genius Stark after reading it asked Jarvis to back up these materials into a secret database, and then erased the records that might be seen by others.

Scientists whose thirst for knowledge has been satisfied are not people who will repay their kindness, as for the S.H.I.E.L.D.What does that have to do with him Tony Stark?

The relaxed mustache man had just picked up his red wine and hadn't even put it in his mouth when he heard the building's siren screaming frantically.

"Sir, the monitoring shows that Captain Rogers and Ms. Romanov have been attacked, and they have entered the building now, and the mechanical guards are preventing the intruders from chasing them."

Tony stood up, and the armor parked in the equipment room quickly wrapped around the owner's body under the operation of artificial intelligence.

"I want to see who is looking for trouble on Iron Man's territory." Tony snorted coldly, and flew out from the opened terrace.

The firefight downstairs has spread to this rather bustling neighborhood. The injured black widow Natasha has retreated into the building. Captain America Steve is fighting against the attackers and has to protect the people who failed to evacuate in time. Hawkeye Button was rushing this way, while Iron Man stopped in front of Steve carrying the hot air.

"Captain, go in first." Tony looked at the lifeless person in front of him, and the thermal weapon equipment quickly activated, "Leave this to me."

The person who came was Hydra, who was not doing well during this period. The B-6 base in the North Pole failed to catch up, and the B-2 base failed to get involved. Captain America was poached by S.H.I.E.L.D. and sent to the Avengers , the idiots below also lost their precious "assets". Today, the black widow got the information that should not be seen by others. If they can't solve it, they don't have to be a hydra, just be a stupid snake .

Dr. Banner, who was also shaken out of the laboratory by the alarm, bumped into Natasha who was clutching her abdominal wound. The female agent hurriedly stuffed a USB flash drive into his hand and was about to turn around to help: "Put the inside It is related to Hydra, S.H.I.E.L.D. is not credible, except for Stark and the captain, don’t believe anyone, including Nick Fury.”

"Natasha," Banner looked at Miss Agent disapprovingly, "Your wound needs to be treated, trust Stark and the captain."

Blood slid down the middle of her beautiful fingers. Did Natasha turn Dr. Banner's kindness to bring him the regenerative equipment co-produced by Dr. Helen Zhao, or is she trying to learn to trust her own? comrades.

Like Stark, or the captain.

After all, the desperate Hydra has never been able to fight Iron Man with full firepower. After the last combat team was destroyed, Rumlow, who was far away in the Tricurved Wing Building in Washington, listened to the news in his earphones, and quickly sent a message to all the remaining guards in S.H.I.E.L.D. The HYDRA personnel gave the order to evacuate - and destroy all evidence not yet taken by the Black Widow.

It's just a pity that the insight plan couldn't be implemented... Damn it, how did the Black Widow get that USB flash drive, rubbish Pierce!

In the donut shop not far from the corner opposite the Avengers Building, which was fortunately not affected, the man in the peaked cap took two raspberry donuts from the counter by himself.The cashier had already run away to take refuge. After hesitating for a moment, he put a five-dollar sheet on the cash register, and then took the change he deserved from the tip jar.

It looks like that pretty girl is very powerful... The man bit his donut and thought, he really made the right decision to sell that USB flash drive, otherwise he would be the one being chased now.

In the Avengers Building, a group of people looked solemnly at the information on the USB flash drive.

"How did you get this USB flash drive?" Even Barton found it a bit inconceivable that there are all Hydras in S.H.I.E.L.D.And those people actually get double salary?It's not fair!

Thinking of the man who sold second-hand goods with the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo on the street stall, she ran for three streets and finally lost with the man, Natasha suddenly didn't know how to explain this problem to her comrades: "Stark , I need your help to find someone."

She'd better figure out what's going on by herself first.

The author has something to say: Lack of inspiration...

Then I quickly typed a bucket of short stories, and the old Fu T search single sweet article writers can see it

But I don't think you guys will go either, so I'm just talking in Po

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——The following two barrels of BE short stories

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[Jason Todd] You who are disgusted by life

——Recommended station b clip: BV1LW411f7hr

Nothing to do with the plot.

You just got off work.

The night breeze in a foreign country is mixed with the aroma of donuts, sweet and lingering.

You pushed open the door of the bakery, took the white toast from the shelf for the evening sale, paused slightly as you passed the caramel biscuits, and quickly followed the queue.

There are still two eggs left in the refrigerator. You can make yourself two slices of love fried egg toast tomorrow morning. You don’t have to worry about gaining weight for your health.

"Thank you." You thanked the odd-job college student with a smile, and walked out of the bakery with a paper bag.

Los Angeles is a good city, and apartments near companies are much cheaper than houses outside the city, so you have a place to live here.

You like to stay at home, you changed the wallpaper of the room to light green, and a dream catcher with white feathers hung on the bedside, gently raised with the fan from time to time.There are two small pillows on the bed, which were clipped when passing by the claw machine. The texture is not very good, but it can fill the bed that is actually not big.

The money plant you raised is placed next to the computer. I poured all the water cups that were knocked over last time to it, so that the salary you just received escaped unharmed. You also specially replaced her with a small white flower pot with the words The little angel kind.

You think that one day when you settle down, you will take home the milky cat downstairs. After eating your breakfast for several days, she finally allows you to touch her twice while she is enjoying the food.

Moonlight fell on the bed through the blinds, and the computer playing a movie was radiating heat.

May you have sweet dreams.

The boss wants to give you a psychological evaluation on a whim. I heard that he was frightened by the case a few days ago.

You heard from Mark, who was sitting next to you, that the employee who was facing layoffs couldn't think about it. He stabbed the boss four or five times with a knife, and now he is still in the hospital for emergency treatment.

The psychiatrist hired by the boss seems to be a student, about your age, a very shy Hispanic boy.

"...If you have time, you can come and sit with me." Before leaving, he handed you a business card, "I won't charge you any money, I just think you might need it."

He said you were prone to depression, or worse.

You slipped that business card into a book you seldom use.

"You won't be depressed," my colleague said to you with a smile after listening to it, "I don't believe that you will be depressed even if someone is depressed someday."

Mom called again.

It’s still those rambling words, pay attention to the cold weather, remember to eat on time, and if you have the opportunity, also contact boys and start a relationship early...

You went to the bank to remit the money to her, and it's time for my younger sister to go to school. I hope that after some arrangement, she can be admitted to a community primary school.

You seem to have bumped into some bad luck today.

When I went to work, my bicycle tire blew out and I was late and my salary was deducted. I printed the wrong company name on the materials for the boss and was scolded. Then I was left to work overtime until late at night.

You sprained your ankle when going down the stairs of the subway, watched the last train leave, and could only limp up the stairs again, and walked home with your high heels.

When you get home, you curl up in a chair with a pig pillow, and your phone is full of missed calls from your mother. She told you in the morning that the community school asked for another contribution fee.

You can only get it out after two days of salary payment.

You're bored scrolling through Twitter, where your high school classmates are still bashing his favorite comic book writers, and you're short of writing a long report.He sent a link and asked his friends to help vote, and you glanced at the content, and it was a comic book voting to decide whether a character lived or died.

You haven't read the comics, but your fingers have touched the option that your classmates mentioned.

Mom is still texting you.

Your finger moved and pressed on the side of death.

When you were at work, you were in a trance, and the boss who came down to inspect you scolded you a few times, and if you couldn’t do a good job, get out.

You are thinking about the dream you had last night.

In the dream a boy asked you why you wanted him dead, and you shook your head, thinking it was just yesterday's exhausted nightmare.

You just voted for the manga.

You feel a little dark in front of your eyes. It may be that you have low blood sugar after not having breakfast, or you may be overtired from working overtime for days.

I lost consciousness.

If it was a sudden death, I hope the boss can remit the compensation to my mother, she doesn't even know the way out of the town.

When you open your eyes, you are already on the edge of the roof, and the alley under the night is like a beast that wants to swallow everything, bewitching you to fall into its embrace.

Your body hurts, it's hot, your hands are sticky and greasy, you look down, it's blood.

Then you pass out.

You are dizzy and afraid of heights.

When you wake up again, you are in the hospital, surrounded by a few policemen, you are wondering if you have made a mistake, and you want to shrink back in panic, and then you are even more panicked to find that you can't even wrap yourself.

The overly slender arm was covered in bruises, and the skin was even torn apart in serious cases. It seemed that the effect of the anesthesia had not passed, and you couldn't clearly feel the pain, but you noticed something more terrifying.

That's not you.

It's like a huge joke, you work hard in the United States and do a job with a lot of work and little money, but you just open your eyes and close your eyes, and you become an American orphan with both parents dead.

The father killed the mother, leaving behind a house in Crime Lane and a little girl under the age of ten.

The well-meaning sheriff wants to help you find a home, but you refuse.

You are an adult and don't want to be with other people.

You can take care of yourself.

After cleaning up the crime scene and cooking your own meals, Mr. Sheriff finally agreed to your request.

You live next door to a mother and son, drug addict mother, naughty boy.

You don't actually like children.My sister, Jenny, is the kind of brat who makes your head explode because of the noise. Mom just says she's still young and asks you to let her go.

But the sheriff said that it was the boy next door who found you on the rooftop, and the hospital he sent you to called the police for you.

You have to thank him.

Your new mother eloped with your new father.

A well-educated college student is resolutely married to a sweet-talking fraudster. He may have really wanted to get better -- your finger strokes the dusty bookshelf, and he may have really thought about giving her a home.

But he can't change it, and he can't do it.

When you asked the boy next door what gift he wanted, he said he wanted a book.

You tiptoe to pick up Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice from the top shelf, origami bookmarks that slide out of the pages with the words Mistress Charming.

[If I have a child in the future, it must be named Elizabeth. ]

The boy came to the door again to apologize.

His mother drenched the book with alcohol, and he tried everything he could to get it back. He said he could pay you back, but you refused.

You said that it is enough to let him come and help with cleaning when he is free.

When you were young, you used to go to church to help clean up, and the priest would leave a few extra slices of ham in the free meal.

He cleaned for a few days and asked if he could read a book in your place.

You agree.

Oh, by the way, his name is Jason Todd. You think this name sounds familiar, but you can't remember where you saw it before, so it's just a common coincidence among thousands of names.

You and Jason gradually became acquainted.

Knowing that he got into a fight with someone, he will come to you with a lotion to wipe it off.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll steal your things?" When you gave him the key, he leaned very close, "Hey, for your self-consciousness, you will be covered by me, do you want to shout Brother?"

You rejected him without thinking.

Although he is really older than you now.

Once again you are experiencing developmental distress.

Do Caucasians develop...so fast?

You look at yourself in the mirror very uncomfortable.

The trouble of finding the door began to increase.

Jason has kept his promise to cover you very well, come and hit a few, and if you can't beat him, he will help you call the police-he himself dare not appear in front of Mr. Sheriff.

You are also used to keeping some commonly used medicines at home.

You are working in a nearby convenience store, which is probably the biggest benefit of development. The convenience store will no longer reject you because you look like a child worker.

The little fortune left by the cheap parents is running out.

You've been spotted by the gang leader in the alley.

A group of people blocked the entrance of the convenience store to help their boss confess.

Then you saw Jason take the gun out of the store manager's drawer, who knew how he knew the store manager's gun was there.

"Get lost," he had already loaded the gun, "she's mine."

A handsome young man who is two heads taller than you.

Jason's mother passed away.

He moved directly to your house, and renting out the old house can be regarded as a little income, but I don’t know who would not want to rent a house in this area.

You suddenly find that you seem to be used to him spinning around in your world.

There is a new book he got from somewhere on the bookshelf, and there is a pot of his cactus next to the money plant on the windowsill.

There are two boxes of milk in the refrigerator.

You like it skim.

He often comes back late at night, and you don't really care about his source of money. Everyone here has their own way of life.

He went out that night and said he'd bring you donuts when he came back late, and then that night was late the next morning.

"I met a very, very powerful person," he said, "I will become an existence like him in the future!"

Then he was adopted a few days later.

Bruce Wayne, the Gotham rich man you know even if you are an outsider.

The city is called Gotham.

He wanted that gentleman to adopt you with him, and you refused.

When parting, he suddenly kissed you.

"I'll cover you too," he said, "so..."

You nod your head.

You have a boyfriend who shows up at weird times.

But no one in the entire Crime Lane dared to touch you again, seeing you one by one was like seeing a ghost.

You were forced to go to school with him. You have learned all these things about reasoning, and you don’t know why you followed him. In short, he looked at you, and then you agreed in a daze.

You don't actually like reading.

In the past, I studied to stay in this country, why should I study now?

unknown.

That night was no different from usual, the same part-time job and homework.

He called you and was excited.

He said he had found his real mother—that's how you found out that the lady next door was his adoptive mother.

"We'll be able to live together when I bring her back," he said with some breathlessness, "I've saved enough money that we can move to a new home..."

And what you are waiting for is his relic and funeral.

That Mr. Wayne told you he died in an accidental fire.

That hurts so much.

The people in Crime Lane are harassing you again.

You hear them say, Robin is dead, no one will give you a head.

You don't know who Robin is, they tell you he's Batman's sidekick, and you don't know what luck you have...you're out of luck now.

Batman, Robin.

Jason Todd.

You finally remember where you saw the name.

You voted for his death.

You are afraid of heights and faint.

So you pick a tall building with your back to the abyss, so at least you won't see your blood flow.

【THAN】