[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham moving bricks illustrated book

(One)

Sooner or later she'll clean up with the bastard, Esme thought.When she found another familiar figure on the newly covered sofa, Esme emphasized in her heart that it would happen sooner or later.

The bastard himself was obviously not uncomfortable with this kind of behavior of entering the room without saying hello, and even drank his second can of beer with his head up in front of Esme - the trash can next to it was lying with the body of a previous victim. corpse.His hood and a gun were strewn about on the coffee table. Esme didn't try to identify the model, although she knew it must be a dangerous guy with a loaded clip, and maybe even a gun from the East End shootout an hour ago. residual temperature.

Yes, even in the famous crime capital, tonight's fire in the East End will undoubtedly book the headlines of tomorrow's newspapers.Esme just saw three push notifications popping up on her phone. Even if it didn't clearly point out, the residents of Gotham know that "the gang that manages tens of millions of dollars in drugs is fighting in the East." Red Hood related.This new crime king who rose up in Gotham a year ago has almost controlled the entire underground drug cartel in Gotham at an incredible speed. Occasionally, a few fish who slipped through the net will be quickly suppressed, such as the unlucky group that fell apart tonight. ghost.

At this time, Red Hood himself was lying on the sofa in her house, drinking the beer in her refrigerator, looking at her and silently condemning her for coming home too late.

Esme took off her coat and hung it on the side casually, leaned down and kissed Red Hood a kiss that smelled of gunpowder and beer.Esme doesn't like to drink beer, except for this one they chose together.What makes it stand out is purely the pragmatism of not making her feel too bitter when kissing.

The young man stood up, pulled Esme to sit on him, brushed her loose hair from behind her ears, and rubbed her earlobe along the way, revealing the A fleeting smile.

"When did you come here?" Esme didn't push him away, and asked in a comfortable position on his knee.

"After finishing work," Jason replied casually, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."He wrapped one arm around Esme's waist, put the other on the back of Esme's head, and pressed her closer, exchanging a few kisses before beginning to unbutton her shirt.

Esme knew that Jason was actually not as patient as he was showing now.To be honest, most of the time with Esme, he was a fairly straightforward person, and tact and circles were almost absent from him.Esme thinks this has something to do with his growing up in Gotham.In Gotham, words are never better than actions.After all, in order to fill their stomachs, who would give up stealing the tires of luxury cars on the street and play tricks?It's not that the words are worthless, it's just that it's really hard for a person to rack his brains to think of sweet words when he is worrying about food and clothing.

Esme didn't dislike it, it should be said that she liked it quite a bit.Esme does not consider herself a particularly assertive person, and she is happy to let others make a simple and straightforward decision on many things.It's like she likes to let Jason decide what green plants to grow at home and what supper to eat at night, and it's like she has no objection to Jason's move to carry her to the bathroom at this moment, even though she still wants to ask Jason if he is hurt.But it doesn't matter, she can check it with her own eyes soon.

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After the two of them took a shower again, Esme lay lazily in Jason's arms and waited for him to blow-dry her hair.The radiator in the room was a bit old, and even in the deep winter now, Esme couldn't stretch her limbs comfortably even if it was turned on to the maximum gear, so she burrowed into Jason's arms again.The young man was always so hot, the moisture on his chest evaporated shortly after leaving the bathroom, and now there was only a pleasant smell of shower gel.Esme couldn't help but rubbed against his strong chest muscles, and the hand around his neck accidentally touched a wound that was still healing. She knew it was a gunshot wound, but luckily it just brushed the skin. It is not a serious problem for young people who take the hail of bullets as their daily routine.

Jason was also very unskilled in blowing her hair at the beginning, but he gradually mastered this technique after Esme's continuous bouts of laziness.The hair dryer is too close to her and she finds it hot, and when she pulls her hair too hard, she also complains about being pulled and hurts, and she also groans after blowing for a long time, according to Jason, it means "listen It’s easier to tell the model of a gun from the sound of loading it.”

Well well, Esme decides to take back what she said a few hours ago about Jason being impatient.At least under the bed, Jason's tolerance for her willful behavior has been breaking the ceiling secretly set in her heart.

two)

Esme slept through until the next morning.Even med school, where the stress of hair loss is scary, will set aside a whole day on Wednesday for a group of bald people to enjoy the day without this Latin affix.

She simply washed up, and walked towards the living room while pulling her hair loosely. She was not surprised to see Jason inspecting his plants on the balcony.Although these plants were brought to her house by Jason, Esme always felt that they were just an excuse for him to visit the house openly.Those are quite easy-to-grow varieties, and they rarely require Esme's careful attention, otherwise, with Esme's busy schedule, these plants would have been iterated on her balcony for several rounds.

Esme turned and went to the kitchen to boil a pot of water and make two cups of breakfast tea.Jason is slightly lactose intolerant, so he doesn't drink milk, and he doesn't have much interest in soy products, so Esme passed on her British habits to Jason.Ah yes, Esme is British, loves baked beans and hash browns, and whenever she has time in the morning, she will fry herself an egg and two strips of bacon.In fact, Esme doesn't like eating bacon that much. She said that Gotham or American bacon always lacks the British flavor, so it will end up on Jason's plate.Jason was noncommittal about this. People who ate cereal for three days after leaving Wayne Manor and missed breakfast for the remaining four days because they "worked the night shift" really have no right to be picky, but Esme brought him hot Food did bring back some pleasant memories, though he never mentioned them to Esme.

Jason once asked Esme why she came to America, and what he wanted to ask was why she came to Gotham.As a native of the notorious crime capital of the United States, Jason can hardly imagine that a young girl in her early 20s is willing to travel across the ocean to study at a university here, since she can receive world-class academic training in her own country.Regarding this point, Esme replied without hesitation: "Because only Gotham's university tuition is free and gives so much living allowance!" Jason was blocked by this reason at the time. One reason, but it was long after they had lived together.

Speaking of today, Gotham is rarely sunny, and the sky is a rare clear blue. At first glance, it looks like New York next door.Esme was in high spirits as an Englishman who didn't get too much sun, and threw the pillowcase and the bed sheets that had been raped last night into the washing machine with great enthusiasm.Thanks to Bruce Wayne, Gotham's first money-spreading boy, the house allocated to Esme by Gotham University funded by him is not only an independent apartment, but also has all the facilities in it. The traffic is also quite convenient.The subway station is two blocks away and goes straight to Gotham University, and there's a huge Walmart a few stops down the road.

When Jason went shopping on Esmera, he thought they were going to the Wal-Mart. Unexpectedly, Esme took him to change the thread halfway, "Not going to Wal-Mart! I'm at the newly opened Costco After applying for a membership card, their products are really cheap.” Esme said with a smile, “My team members and I have recommended their roast chicken several times, but I heard that it’s very hard to get it. You’re here today. I can't miss it."

Esme was right. Jason had never seen so many aunts in Gotham—the kind of middle-aged aunt who was strong and could push two street gangsters away with one elbow. Surrounding a shelf, he watched the staff put those sizzling roast chickens into oil-proof bags-Jason dared to say that even Batman himself would not be able to please him here.When he broke out from the encirclement of the scary aunt, Esme found that the white hair on his forehead, which had always stood upright, had drooped.Esme fiddled with him a little bit, with an uncontrollable smile on her lips, and handed him a glass of Coke that she had just bought at the door to commend his efforts.

They paid for the roast chicken and found a seat in the open-air plaza outside the supermarket to share the chicken.The chicken had just been roasted thoroughly, and Esme got scalded from time to time when she tore the chicken legs for Jason. Jason looked at it with his fingers shrinking, and he wanted to laugh.The unqualified chicken tearing master successfully tore off the chicken legs, and the tribute from the upper road was given to King Jie who was waiting to be fed, and he began to tear the chicken wings carefully again.

While tearing up, Esme asked Jason how he planned to spend Christmas, "Do you have any plans for Christmas next week?"

Jason was really caught up in the question, he hadn't planned for Christmas for a long time, especially after the "disapproving eyes" were being cast on what he was doing now.

Esme obviously misunderstood that Jason's silence was trying to remember if there was any plan in the schedule, "It seems that there is no plan! Then do you want to live with me? I have only been in Gotham for a few months, and the people in the school... um You know, I'm not familiar enough to spend Christmas together. If you don't come, I will be alone," Esme continued after taking another bite of the chicken wing, "Christmas is too miserable to be alone, even the laboratory They will all be closed. How about it, do you want to come?"

Jason thinks that Esme's behavior is absolutely coquettish, because it is really hard for him not to compromise under her sincere words, and he firmly refuses to admit that he was a little moved when he first heard Esme's proposal up.Jason turned his head away from Esme's smile and greasy mouth, which was damn cute, too.He stared in the direction of the sun for two seconds, then turned his head and said yes vaguely.

Esme said "yeah" before going on to explain her plan, "we'll go in later and get some more. I think we'll have to make another trip before Christmas to get a roast chicken, it's really good Lah. We can also buy some salmon and Yorkshire pudding, we will bake it in the oven, and get some beef and pork, which are all necessary, and there are almost no eggs at home, as well as cheese, vegetables, Well, let’s be free with vegetables, we don’t like to eat them anyway…”

Listening to her narration where she thought and said, Jason actually followed her train of thought, and even made a list for her in his heart.He didn't realize that this was the most relaxing moment for him this month. He watched the sun fall on the black hair of the girl in front of him, with light spots dancing with her movements, and couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed her cheek.

Esme, who was still holding unfinished chicken wings in her hand: "Oh, Jason, don't wipe your mouth with my face!!!!"