Birth of a Goddess [Comprehensive English and American]

There are still dewdrops on the tip of the grass in the early morning, and the morning sun casts loosely on the road, and the dust is turned golden by the sun, dancing on the layer close to the ground.

At this point in time, except for the scent of butter slowly wafting from the bakery, the whole street is empty, obviously there are no people, but it is full of joy.

A woman in a hoodie was jogging along the street, a few strands of golden hair hung from her cheeks, and the large gray brim of the hat covered most of her face. Only the light golden eyelashes trembled slightly. Beads of sweat were already dripping from the tip of his nose, but the pace under his feet was not in the slightest disorder.

Eliza ran against the morning sun, trying her best to control her breathing, maintaining the rhythm of step by step.

This was Adam's advice to her not long after she joined The Voice.

Although Eliza's lung capacity is already good, her breath will be difficult to control as long as it takes more than half an hour during the training, which also causes her to always need a short rest period during the training at the beginning of training. Adjust your breathing.In stark contrast to her was Ulysses in the same group, who sang "Iron Lung" for almost an hour without panting.

Almost after the blind selection ended, Eliza started to run every morning, and she has persisted for nearly a month now.

Apart from temporarily moving her run to the gym on the worst days, Eliza still prefers to jog outside.

Slowly adjust your breathing, let the step frequency and breathing frequency fall on the same rhythm, keep your eyes on the front, empty your mind, and slowly pour fresh air into your body.It's just a simple movement, but it seems to let all my emotions settle down.

After getting out of the hotel arranged by the program group, she jogged along the street. According to her habit during this time, she ran another block and turned at the intersection. This morning's morning jog was over.

After knowing Elisa's exercise method, Vera wanted to go for a run with her, but finally gave up the idea after getting up one day early and yawning.

Eliza's footsteps gradually slowed down, and finally stopped at the street corner. All her thoughts seemed to rush back to her brain in an instant. go back.Not far from where she stopped, there is a bakery, the owner has just opened the door, ready to welcome the first customer of the day.

Early in the morning, there were no customers in the shop yet, so Elisa dragged herself towards the bakery, where the soft, golden-yellow bread was neatly stacked, exuding the warm smell of butter and baking.

Eliza saw a multi-grain bread at the far end at a glance, and she was pointing her finger there, "Mr. Hudson, I want that bread." She looked up at the smiling boss.

After the regular morning jog every day, take two steps back, and when you are hungry, it usually happens to be the opening time of this bakery.After a few times, Eliza also got to know Mr. Hudson, the fat owner and chef.

Hudson put the last plate of bread on the shelf, put on his white gloves unhurriedly, and then turned to look at Eliza, "Good morning, Eliza." He said gently Elisa said hello, saw the sweat on her forehead, and smiled knowingly, "Are you out to exercise again?"

"Yes." Eliza smiled back.

Although he lives in Los Angeles, Mr. Hudson seems to be isolated from all gossip information. No matter how explosive news is happening around him, for him, the things to do every day are the same.

Get up early in the morning, knead dough, bake, greet guests, and after selling bread, you can go for a leisurely walk.Before the lights started to glow, he was asleep and ready for the next day's work.

Hudson looked in the direction of Elisa's finger, and suddenly smiled, "Eliza, do you want to try different flavors recently?"

"Ah?" Elisa was taken aback for a moment, "What I want is miscellaneous grains..." Before she finished speaking, Eliza looked at the fluffy light cream bun in the direction of her finger, and was speechless for a while.

She clearly remembered that the direction was multigrain bread...

A trace of doubt flashed across Eliza's face, her gaze was on the counter in embarrassment, and soon she ordered another type of bread.

Until she took the yeast bread wrapped by Mr. Hudson, Elisa still couldn't help but look back at the location where the multigrain bread was placed in her memory.

On the way back while biting bread, there were still not many people on the street. Eliza had recovered from the short-term fatigue after the exercise just now, and now she was walking briskly.She softly hummed the chorus she was planning to sing with Vera, "Goodbye Joe..."

She still had the bread in her mouth, and after she sang the first line in a lisp, Eliza gave up the idea entirely, and hummed softly with her nose, while her steps imperceptibly moved Start hitting the rhythm.

'Pickguitar~'

Eliza sang silently in her heart, humming a little tune and stepping out with her right foot.

'fillfruitjar~'

Step out with your left leg.

'...and begay-oh.'

Jump forward a little.

Just as Elisa was having fun on the deserted street, when she turned an intersection, the silver-gray back of her head that appeared in front of her made Eliza stop suddenly, like a robot "click" He quickly moved his hands and feet back to the normal range, lowered his head slightly, took a bite of the bread in his hand, and walked forward obediently.

The man in front of her was slender, wearing a simple jacket, and holding a large bag of bread in his hand. From Eliza's direction, only the long baguette and the edge of the brown paper bag could be seen.

Elisa finished chewing the bread in her mouth, and when she lowered her head again, her eyes suddenly fixed on the corner of the paper bag exposed in the middle of his arms, where a few words were written in round and cute fonts. letter--

HUDSON.

A small horizontal bar is used in the middle of each letter, and a small dot is added at the end.

Elisa was very impressed with the design of this paper bag, because Mr. Hudson once proudly introduced to her that after he wrote the word himself, he took it to the manufacturer for customization, and it was only used in his shop in Los Angeles. It is such a paper bag.

She stopped and tried to stand on tiptoe to see what was in the paper bag in his hand, but was frustrated to find that she couldn't see clearly.

Seeing the direction he was heading in, Elisa suddenly had an idea in her mind.

At the "T" intersection ahead, there was a steep slope. No matter which way he turned, she would have the opportunity to follow the slope to see the contents of the paper bag clearly.

After the silver-gray-haired man turned left at the street corner, Elisa quickly walked a few steps and followed him, but what appeared in front of her was an empty street.

Eliza's eyes widened suddenly.

What about people? !

Holding the remaining bread with one hand, she ran down the street, looking at both ends of the street, but stopped in frustration after running a few hundred meters.

There was a soft sound of tiles colliding on the roof of the nearby building. After the short and rapid sound, only a long silence remained.

===

Shortly after Eliza returned to the hotel, she received a call from Christo.

"Hi, Mom." Elisa pulled the dry towel that she hung on the coat rack to wipe her wet hair after washing, tilted her head and clamped the phone between her shoulders and cheeks, "These few days Day is training, practicing singing every day...yes, I am running, going out for a run every morning..."

After babbling about the odds and ends, Elisa finally said the words before hanging up the phone, "Mom, on the day of the finals, do you have time to watch my game?"

After hearing the undisguised affirmative answer on the other end of the phone, the smile on the corner of Elisa's mouth was not fully raised, but the corner of her mouth was stiff because of Christo's added sentence.

"You want to bring someone here..." Elisa frowned slightly, twisting the hem of her blouse with her fingers uneasily, "Who is... who?"

"Uncle Yves, why, you're not welcome?" Christo replied with a light smile.

Elisa didn't know whether to relax or let out a secret breath in disappointment. Although she couldn't see her movements clearly through the screen, Eliza held her heart and said in a coquettish tone half complaining, "Ah, mom, you Talking out of breath, it's scary."

Listening to Christo's faint laughter from the other end of the phone, Elisa chatted a few more words, saying that they would send them the electronic tickets for the joint seat. After hanging up the phone, Eliza's heart I don't know why, but it feels a little strange.

She shook her head vigorously, as if trying to get those thoughts out of her mind.

There were still some water stains on the tip of her hair, Eliza twisted back suddenly, and lay down on the bed, letting her golden hair scatter on the white sheets.

She flicked through the poor contact list on her mobile phone, and pressed the number without much hesitation.

After a while of ringing, another familiar voice came from the phone, "Eliza."

"Hi, Peter." Eliza almost abandoned all pleasantries, and bluntly stated the purpose of her call, "Are you free on the day of the final? You, Aunt May and Uncle Parker."

"We have already set this day out early in the morning and prepared to come to the scene to watch your game."

Hearing Peter's words, Eliza hooked her hair with her fingers, and smiled, "I have an infield ticket here, and I'll send it to you later."

But Elisa waited for a long time and didn't hear Peter's response, "Peter?" She asked with some doubts.

"what……"

After a long while, Elisa heard Peter hesitate and say that he already had four tickets to the finals.

Eliza was taken aback, and when she heard Peter's cautious inquiry, she burst into a hearty laugh, "There is nothing to say, I am very happy that you can come to the finals."

But after hanging up the phone, Eliza supported her head, and slowly slid her finger down from the top of the phone screen. After sliding to the bottom, she repeated the same action again.

In the empty room, the sun shines in through the glass windows.

Suddenly, a sigh that was too soft to be heard resounded faintly, dissipating in the flying golden dust.

===

After hanging up Elisa's call, Peter raised his head and saw Mr. Stark who was sitting on the opposite sofa raised his eyebrows slightly at him, with a playful smile on his lips, "So, boy, I'll prepare four for you. Was the ticket arranged carefully?"

Listening to his triumphant words, in Peter's eyes, Tony seemed to have two big characters written on his face at this moment——

praise me.

Peter smiled reluctantly, but got a headache from Mr. Stark's arrangement.

It was originally a family trip, but now suddenly there is an extra ticket, and it is still a joint seat...

Peter rubbed his temples slightly with a headache.

Hey, it's not good to waste this infield ticket, what should I do...

After seeing Peter's "happy" smile, Tony lifted up the iced Coke and took a sip in his mouth.

At this moment, the voice of the artificial intelligence butler suddenly sounded, "Sir, someone is here."

"Huh?" Tony raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It's Miss Natasha, sir." Mr. Butler still remembers that there is a special rule in his own procedures, which is that he can't address the identities of Mr. and Mrs. Agents in front of Mr. Parker. This time he also complied thoroughly with Mr. instructions.

The moment he heard "Miss", the question that his female classmates asked him suddenly sounded in Peter's mind——

Tony Stark or Bruce Wayne who collected more Miss Models?

Suddenly startled by the thought that popped up in his mind, Peter choked without paying attention, with a sip of water in his throat, he couldn't help coughing violently.

Tony was about to let Peter hide in a small room on the side, but was delayed by this sudden situation, the door was already opened, and the wine-red curly-haired woman walked freely into the top secret of Stark Tower with her head held high. At the office, he showed a shallow smile to Tony, "Good afternoon, Tony."

As she spoke, her voice was a bit rough, but it carried some unique magnetism, and the ending sound was slightly raised, which tickled people's hearts.

Her eyes fell on the brown-haired figure leaning over and coughing with her back turned to her, she just smiled at Tony's wary look, and didn't take it seriously at all.

Although it was said that Tony was the first to discover this superhero this time, but the follow-up wooing still depends on its own ability.

And on this point, Natasha has full confidence.

Tony was obviously aware of this too, but seeing the childish ignorance on Peter's face, he frowned and pressed his leg that was about to move, relaxed his body and leaned back on the sofa.

The seemingly calm expression on Tony's face could not be concealed from Natasha. Her eyes swept over Tony, and then she sat next to Peter under his "covert" observation.

Peter finally regained his strength, and when he looked up, he saw the beauty with wine-red hair smiling at him.

"Meet you for the first time," Natasha held out her hand to Peter, "Mr. Spider-Man."