There are always bad people who want to harm the family [Comprehensive]

The salad is a little off, make a little more.

There are too many apples, it seems to lack some color, and then cut some purple cabbage.

Alas, this plate is too ugly, let's change it...

After a busy meal, holding two identical glass bowls, Aliya was completely worried.Her eyes unconsciously moved to the oven on the shelf, and then to the mold on the table.

"There shouldn't be enough biscuits, why don't you make some more for them to take back?" Aliya silently moved the salad aside, completely ignoring the things that had been divided into bags beside the vase.

Just when she wanted to put the skill of talking nonsense into practice and carry it forward——

"They asked me to come..." The word "help" still couldn't be said, because Alia's eyes were so intense that he, who was sensitive, felt threatened.

The boy carrying the brown-yellow messenger bag held on to the backpack strap awkwardly, and did not look straight ahead. The hair hanging from his ears fell mischievously to his cheeks because of his head unconsciously lowered.He had to reach out and fix it behind his ear again, while pursing his lips.

"Spen...cer?" Aliya's throat was a little dry, or rather, she found that her throat was choked, and it was so difficult to say a simple word.

what can we do about it?

cry?Ask him why he came so late?

laughing out loud?Tell him it's a good thing you're here?

No, she's too cowardly to do both.

Once, she patted her chest and told Sarah that she loved him, and how selfless she was without asking for anything in return.

No wonder Sarah laughed at her, now slap her in the face?It's just that she was so sad after being shocked, her face was so swollen that she would become sisters with the little Huazhu in the pen.

She was clearly approaching him with fervent prayers, clearly just longing to catch that beam of light.The only difference from the traveler stuck in the desert looking for an oasis is that she only wants the little apple tree in the middle of the storm.

She...is not as great as she imagined.

what can we do about it?

Time slipped away in the silence of the two.One has something to say but doesn't know how to say it, and the other is getting more and more frustrated with self-entanglement, so that they don't know what to say at all.

Compared with the hustle and bustle outside, the atmosphere here is so harmonious that it is difficult to understand - it is obviously something that can be explained clearly in one sentence, but two people with low EQ get together but they can't even speak.

"Let's go out, don't make them wait too long." Sneaking off the flour sticking to her hands, Aliya sighed and put the salad back on.

She glanced at him, looked away again, and added: "Put the bag on the sofa."

Hearing this, Reid quickly looked up at her, tightened his hands on the strap of the backpack, then quickly let go, took off the bag, and put it on the sofa.The two walked out one after the other, and fell into silence again.

Obviously I have a lot to say - why did you come so late?Did you really go to Las Vegas?How is your mother? Did you mention me when you wrote to her every day...

But I don't want to say anything.Is it true that people become more timid as they get older, and care more and more carefully?

What a sweet and bitter torture.

When approaching the door, Aliya finally couldn't help but stop, and she turned around.Seeing Reid with her hands in her trouser pockets, she stopped immediately. She didn't approach or move away, just stopped at the place where she stood originally.

"Although I'm 2 hours and 24 minutes late, I still want to say, welcome." She looked up at him, tilted her head, and smiled.

In fact, that would be fine.

Reid looked at her, his brows were habitually frowned, he could feel something changed in Alia, but he couldn't tell the specifics.

"Welcome to Virginia," he said.He who just rushed over, actually still has some wind, frost and cold on his body, and seems to have some depression brought from somewhere.

"Won't you give me a hug? We haven't seen each other for 5 months." Seeing his embarrassed expression, Alia was healed all of a sudden, and smiled even more happily, a little triumphantly, but also a little crazy.

He hesitated and walked towards her.But these two guys obviously forgot that Aliya still had a plate of salad in her hand, so-

"Hey, you've been around long enough..." Man was stunned to see Alia's plate of salad paste directly on Reid's clothes, and the hand that was supposed to be leaning on the door frame just got stuck in the air.

Large chunks of materials such as apples, cabbage, and cherry tomatoes fell down, and the thinly sliced ​​purple cabbage was directly mixed with milky white salad dressing and stuck to the knitted cardigan... Well, what a treat. good show.

Regretting why I had to cut so many purple cabbage cheaply just now-this is the amount for 6 people!Alicia wants to die now_(:3ゝ∠)_

And after hearing the strange sound, the bau friends who rushed over one after another, plus a beautiful woman and a cute baby, were speechless to the two who were stuck at the door and hurriedly tugged at their clothes—what about IQ, oh no, yes What about emotional intelligence?

After finally getting rid of that sweater with a unique pattern, the party is also busy.She didn't say anything, she didn't do anything, she was so stupid that Alia wanted to kneel to herself.

Handed the prepared biscuits to everyone one by one, and when it was Reid's turn, she held on tightly and refused to let go, almost barking twice with tears in her eyes.

"I..." With so many people present, although she was thick-skinned, she was still a little short, "I'll wash the clothes and send them to you."

Alas, she almost thought she did it on purpose with such a frustrating way of asking for a meeting.

"Salad dressing is made by quickly mixing more than 50% oil, egg yolk and water, and then adding white vinegar and other additives. The best way to clean it is to squeeze a little dish soap on the place where the salad dressing is stuck , don’t rub it, let it sit for 10 minutes, and then gently scrub it with tap water...” Sensing that the people next to him seemed to be looking at him unfriendly, Reid paused, “I mean, thank you, actually I can… ...uh, thank you."

"You're welcome." The meaningful eyes of Elle and Man next to her were too much to be beaten, and Alicia's face stiffened with a smile, and she almost couldn't hold back.

Hurry up, hurry up, no more /(tot)/~~

"Kid, no wonder you haven't had a date yet." After walking out the door, Man put his hand on Reid's shoulder and laughed.

Reid, who was shivering in the cold October wind wearing only a shirt, stared at him silently, with a very dissatisfied expression, and even a little aggrieved.

"Have you invited anyone out?" Elle added.

"No." He walked two steps faster, as if trying to shake off something.

"That's why you didn't have a date." JJ and Elle looked at each other with a tacit smile.

And in the room, as a rare single dog who also failed to have a date [two lifetimes], Alia held the sweater of the male god and couldn't laugh or cry—she said "I love him" to others so many times, but the person involved didn't know what to do. I don't even know, what the hell?What a failure.

With this extremely complicated mood, she followed the male god's order to abuse the dish soap.Then I went to clean up the dining table and started to prepare for tomorrow's meeting with Ms. Keira Clark.

They made an appointment at 9 am.Kayla had sent the kids and her husband away, leaving a few hours for her to have a good chat.

She is 38 years old, with healthy brown hair. She is a full-time housewife, and her favorite activity is tending the roses in her small garden.Hearing the doorbell ring, Keira put down the vacuum cleaner, put down the rolled-up sleeves on both sides as she walked, and finished her makeup in front of the full-length mirror near the balcony before solemnly opening the door.

"Hi, ma'am, I'm Alicia Williams who I've contacted with you before." In order to gain trust, Alicia showed her student ID card and the letter of approval signed by Professor Fearon.

"You're younger than I thought." Kayla froze for a moment, then turned sideways so she could come in.

"Why did you think of doing this for your thesis?" She poured a cup of tea for Alia, sat down opposite her, and looked at her seriously.

"It's an interest, and it's also an idea of ​​mine." Aliya straightened her back and sat upright.Her appearance can make people put down their guard, but the next thing to talk about, it is best to make Mrs. Clark have a good impression of her.

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Aliya couldn't tell why, was she really influenced by Reid and wanted to get closer to him in this way?

But she vaguely felt that it didn't look like it, or it wasn't the main reason.There seemed to be something in her heart that was eagerly attracted by this topic, and she couldn't help but explore it.

It is not easy to explain clearly, but her sentimental words, even if there is no logic, still get Keira's approval.The kind lady brought a photo album and turned to the last page.

"This is my mother, Sophia Thomas." There are only a few photos of her, all of which are a young woman holding a little girl about 5 years old with pigtails.The corners of the photos have turned yellow, but it can be seen that Keira has preserved them very well.

Sofia is a single mother who divorced her ex-husband when Keira was three years old and has since raised her daughter alone.Of course, after Sofia's tragic death, Kayla was brought up by her father.

Arya asked about some of her childhood, skimmed over the tragedy, and focused most of her attention on Kayla's life afterward.She is glad that she has seen an upward process.

Is the memory of before the age of 7 blurred?

That's right, Keira is 38 this year, and this period of time does not account for more than one-fifth of it.She used two-fifths of her life to get out of the shadows, and the remaining two-fifths to live her own life.

But Keira also said that even if she stopped looking at the photos and gradually forgot Sophia's face and the murderer's face, she would never forget those eyes in her whole life—later she saw the murderer's indifferent eyes on TV. Eye.When she was young, she thought she had seen a demon, which made her live as a devout religious believer for the rest of her life, but she also carried a sense of guilt that did not belong to her.

"He's going to hell," Kayla said half praying.

Arya nodded, neither agreeing nor denying, knowing Kyra wanted nothing more than support.

Her fingers flicked across the photo, and Sophia's warm smile on the photo made a chrysalis of her memory seem to break out of the cocoon.But she thought of the Williams, the nice old couple.

Mrs. Williams treated her very well. After several miscarriages and lost the chance to be a mother, she treated Aaliyah like her own child.It's a pity that she understood it too late at that time, and after the accident happened, she regretted it too late.

After putting away the recorder and notebook, Aliya got up and said goodbye to Mrs. Clark.

Having gained something, she was finally able to relax and observe something else.She found that the middle-aged lady seemed to like flowers very much, and even the freshest hydrangeas were placed in the bottle.

"The flowers are so beautiful." Aliya couldn't help admiring.She used to work in the parrot flower shop, and to be honest, the flowers there were definitely not as beautiful as these few.

"Do you think so too?" Keira was very happy, "I just discovered this flower shop recently, and the flowers there are the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen, even the roses I took good care of. "

The enthusiastic lady copied an address for her before sending her outside the door.

"It doesn't seem too far from here." The flowers are so beautiful, thinking of the small house that she just moved here and hasn't had time to decorate, Alia, who is itchy in her heart, makes a decision.

"Let's go there tomorrow."