Birth of a Goddess [Comprehensive English and American]

"mom!"

The blond-haired little girl stumbled into the arms of the black-haired woman. There was a glaring black stain on her chubby little face, and her round blue eyes were round.Her white and tender hands grabbed the hem of the black-haired woman's clothes, her mouth pouted, her eyes glistening, "Leiden asked where my father is..."

She muttered, looking up at the woman with full expectation in her eyes, "Mom, when will my father come back?"

The little girl counted with her fingers, "Leiden's father will be back in a week... That's one, two... seven days!" She murmured to count, but she didn't notice the slight tremor of the black-haired woman's body.

"Then how long will it take for my dad to come back? A week?"

Facing the pure eyes of the blond girl, the black-haired woman's mouth curled up gently, but the hand that touched the top of the girl's head trembled slightly.

But the little girl still looked up without knowing anything, with a curious light shining in her eyes.

But the mother who always knew everything in the little girl's heart just silently embraced the little girl in her arms, and couldn't give this answer for a long time.

===

The woman squatted on the corner of the street, covering her face with her palms, her blond hair hanging down her cheeks, and she looked like a frightened kitten, hiding in the corner and licking her wounds.

People came and went on the street, but no one stopped to ask the girl.

Suddenly, Elisa felt a shadow cast in front of her, and at the same time a concerned voice sounded, "Ma'am, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, thank you..." Eliza responded sullenly, but the moment she raised her head, her body suddenly stiffened.

The man's thick blond hair was soaked in sweat and stuck to his head, but it didn't look messy at all, but with a unique sense of beauty. A simple white T-shirt was stuck to his body, outlining perfect muscle lines. Yili Sha's eyes strayed past his strong jawline, and stopped on that extremely familiar face.

Steve was also subconsciously startled when he saw the girl's face clearly. On the night of the "Voice of America" ​​finals, Steve, who was watching the game, was extremely surprised by the power that the little blonde girl erupted. Well, at the beginning, he didn't associate the radiant person on the stage with the girl crouching in the corner exuding a decadent aura.

Under the gaze of those blue eyes, Eliza wiped the wet corners of her eyes a little embarrassedly, and stood up slowly while leaning on the wall alone.

She looked at the hesitant expression on the other person's face, her eyes were still red, but she smiled, "Thank you... sir."

She mulled the name in her throat for a moment, and finally chose a popular title.

Steve scratched the back of his head, and smiled shyly, "It's good that you're fine," he said, reaching out to the girl, "My name is Steve."

Eliza clasped those hands back, "Hi Steve, my name is Eliza."

After the greeting, the two fell silent for a while, falling into a strange atmosphere.

Suddenly, Eliza's eyes swept towards the alley next to her, and at almost the same moment, Steve's eyes froze and he rushed towards the alley like a cheetah.

Elisa hurriedly followed, and when she arrived, she heard only two muffled noises. A man wearing a peaked cap covered his eyes, and a pair of bent black-rimmed glasses fell at his feet.

The man shook his body and took several steps back one after another, raised his head with red eyes, and rushed towards Steve with a ferocious expression.Eliza rushed in front of Steve almost without thinking, squeezed the man's fist with one hand, grabbed his belt with the other hand, and took a small step forward.

The next moment, with a bang, the man's body was slammed onto the ground heavily.

Eliza turned her head at this time, and immediately met Steve's surprised eyes. The blond girl who had just knocked down a grown man in a snappy action just now stiffened her hands and feet, and looked at Steve in a daze.

She actually showed such a violent side in front of Captain America...

Eliza wailed silently in her heart, and subconsciously wanted to cover her face, but she just obediently gathered her hands around her body.

Steve smiled helplessly, and looked at the man lying on the ground crying, but he didn't have much compassion in his heart.

In the camera he just snatched from the man in the peaked cap in his hand, it was the scene where he and Elisa were standing face to face just now.It’s just that the shooting angle was chosen too badly. From the screen, the figure of the man just covers the figure of the woman. It looks like the two are kissing. There is an inexplicable ambiguity in the whole photo. .

Elisa poked her head out curiously to see what was being photographed, but was blocked by a big hand stretched out in the middle.She raised her head in dissatisfaction, and heard a slight cough from above her head, "There are no important photos, this matter is settled."

When Elisa heard Steve's words, her eyes wandered away from his red earlobes for a moment, then she spread her hands indifferently, shrugged slightly, and then turned around seemingly indifferently.

Steve looked at the back of the blond woman leaving, and when he breathed a sigh of relief, he inadvertently glanced at the next photo that was clicked on the camera, and for a while, he only felt that his cheeks began to heat up quietly again.

In the picture, the man bent down and stretched out his hands to look at the woman worriedly, while the blond woman raised her head and looked at him ignorantly, as if he was about to take the blond girl into his arms.

===

The door was closed with a bang, but the slight vibration seemed to be quietly passing through the air in the room.

At this time, Christo lowered his eyelids, facing the food on the table in front of him, but he didn't have any appetite.

She gently placed the chopsticks in her hand on the white porcelain bowl, and gently pushed it forward.

Across the table, Charles watched her with his quiet blue eyes, as if he could read her thoughts.

But until the end, Charles didn't use his ability to read Christopher's thoughts.He spoke calmly, without any accusations or doubts in his tone, just plainly narrated a fact obtained after observation, "You don't want to tell me what happened these years."

Christo clenched her sleeves tightly. There was struggle and hesitation in her eyes, but in the end she simply replied, "Yes."

Charles pursed his lips tightly, but suppressed anger was rarely seen in his eyes. When he spoke again, his tone became visibly cold, "Then what if I go to find out the truth by myself?"

Christo raised his head to look into Charles' eyes without flinching, and said firmly word by word, "I will use all methods to stop your actions."

Throwing down these words, Christo couldn't bear to see the lonely look in the opposite pair of eyes, and when she got up, she just wanted to let herself leave this small space temporarily, and she was so depressed that she was almost out of breath.

"Christo..."

The black-haired woman who was turning to leave heard the murmur from behind, her footsteps subconsciously stopped, and the hand on the back of the chair couldn't help trembling slightly.

"What should I do?"

Christo turned his head and stared at those blue eyes, but another pair of similar but completely different eyes flashed in his mind unexpectedly, staring at her with a harmonious smile.

Two pairs of eyes flashed quickly in front of her eyes, Christo closed them, and exhaled heavily, with indescribable fatigue in his tone, "Charles, please don't ask any more questions?" She clenched her hands tightly Leaning off the back of the chair, her palms ached, "Just pretend that all of this is over..." She murmured softly, not knowing whether she was talking to Charles, or herself who had also suffered parting all these years.

After a long time, Christo heard the man's voice, just like the time they spent together at Oxford University more than ten years ago, it seemed that more than ten years had not brought any changes.

"it is good."

It was just this plain sound, but it made Christo suddenly feel an urge to cry.

Christo slowly opened his eyes, staring at the man in the wheelchair, his eyes traced the fine lines that crept up from the corners of his eyes, and finally stopped in his blue eyes as before.

Charles clenched the armrest of the wheelchair, seeing the smile on Christopher's face, and slowly relaxed his fingers.

Whether such a decision is correct or not, he does not know.

But at least for now, that's enough.

===

Meeting Steve was just a blip for Elisa.

Although the identity of the other party seems so unusual, it does not seem so surprising to exchange cell phone numbers with Captain America when he clearly knows the identities of these superheroes and has met several of them.

And Steve, who has no idea that his true identity has been known by Eliza, is still trying his best to play the role of a fitness trainer who graduated from an art major.

Elisa blinked her eyes watching Steve's hard performance, pretending not to know anything, and listening to the other party talk about her "experience" to cheer her up.

"I was actually not what I am now. I was very thin and inconspicuous." Steve raised his hand and gestured at the position of his chest, narrowed his eyes, as if he remembered the little boy at that time, "But you Look at me now, everything will be fine."

Elisa listened to him, wrapping her real experience in layers of lies.

The blond girl narrowed her eyes slightly, and a sly gleam flashed in her blue pupils, "Steve, the way you speak is like Captain America."

The girl's sudden "feeling" made Steve, who was speaking, froze his hands and feet suddenly.