I made my fortune 108 times by breaking up with Wayne

"Charlene Rosen."

"No response, no."

"Shiva Watson."

"No response, no."

"Sheila Heywood."

"..."

"Sheila Heywood."

"..."

"Little Golden Fleece?" Misty looked over in surprise after seeing Jason test the third one, "You won't be out of mana so soon, right?"

"Whispering, why are you in such a rush!" The young boy yelled to cover up his nervousness—of course he wasn't blue, he was just a little worried, and if Sheila Heywood wasn't, then where would he find someone?

Jason uttered a spell, and with the incomprehensible syllables, his body shone like daylight for the third time, "Sheila Heywood."

The name is a curse, and the blood magic relies on the name, which can quickly screen out all the women with this name and judge whether they are related to the person who chanted the curse.

Afterwards, the white light slowly shrunk and condensed into a white circle, in which was the image of a woman.The other party has golden hair and a symbolic mole on the left corner of her mouth. She is gently advising the wounded about the precautions for taking medicine, and the light makes the lines on her face extraordinarily soft.

"It's her!" Jason and Misty clapped hands.

"She's a life-saving doctor. She looks so gentle." Jason said softly.Misty could feel the teenage joy.

——Most children hope that their parents are good people.

The magic image gradually changed from a person to a world map, and the place where the red light was shining was Sheila Heywood's current residence.

"It's Ethiopia! Then let's go find her on the weekend!" The girl said happily, "I don't have to go to school on weekends. Then I will tell Uncle Bruce that you are playing at my house. Keep it from him for two days, enough for us to find your mother." La!"

Jason: "Us?"

Michelle gave him a sideways glance: "Of course, are you going to get rid of me! By plane? Bruce check your flight!" The girl flicked her bangs, and the corners of her eyes flew up, "And I, there is a unicorn !" Every hair exudes the triumphant "please me" and "please me soon".

Jason: "..." He seriously thought about the old man's mysterious methods.Only mystery can defeat mystery—

"Please!" He said very decisively and consciously, flexibly and flexibly, without the slightest rage that gave Batman a headache.

Of course, on Friday night, Jason muttered, "Fortunately, the old man has gone abroad, so he doesn't care about me at all."

The unicorn took them off, and the whole city was filled with evening fog, which slowly became indistinct. From a distance, only the lights were dim.

The girl smiled: "I'm really sorry, the price that went into my pocket was the day I didn't spit it out again."

Sheila Heywood is a refugee camp doctor, "We don't have to wait for the sun to rise, which is great!" They set off from the United States at midnight, because of jet lag, and it was early in the morning in Ethiopia at that time. After a two-hour flight, they arrived at the place Finally, it was exactly nine o'clock local time.

Everyone got up, and Dr. Sheila Heywood had a high reputation in the refugee camp. If she asked anyone, she would be able to tell them, "Dr. Sheila Heywood? That's where her office is."

directly in front of them to the right.

Jason rushed over in a hurry, and Misty smiled at the person who was being held back: "Thank you." She also followed quickly.

The blond woman in the tent is really Jason's mother. After she heard Jason's stumbling self-introduction, she and Jason hugged each other.

Misty withdrew to give them space and walked the camp with her hands in her pockets.

She came here because she was afraid that Sheila Heywood would hurt Jason because she knew people but didn't know her heart, but the other party's feelings just now were obviously excited and joyful, so there should be no problem in a short time.

"……sugar?"

Misty turned her head: "Bruce?!" She was really startled.Is it such a coincidence that Uncle Bruce came from Ethiopia? !

...Hope Jason doesn't come out so soon.After all, explaining yourself and being caught, the latter is more likely to cause cranky thinking.

The man was dressed in ordinary leisurely clothes, as if he was visiting a refugee camp for sightseeing. His shining blue eyes and his handsome face made him out of place with the surroundings.

Sheila Heywood, too, had blue eyes, like streams, the tenderness of many an orphan's fancy.However, she still likes Bruce, who is not soft enough, but bright as a starry sky.

"Uncle Bruce!" The girl trotted over, raised her face, and looked obedient, "Are you traveling to Ethiopia?" She said, pulling him away from Sheila Heywood's tent.

Of course Bruce would not tell her that he came after the clown, "No, I have something to deal with in the company." He glanced at the tent as if absent-mindedly, guessing what was there, and still kept a smile on his face , "Honey, are you here to travel?"

The girl curled her lips: "Traveling in a refugee camp?"

The two walked slowly in the camp. The skinny people didn't cry or complain. They just sat in a corner with their knees hugged. Compared with sadness, it was more numbness that isolated themselves from the outside world.

They can't live, but they don't want to die.

Those negative emotions kept rushing into Misty's perception, making her want to shiver from the cold.

It is not a good thing to be able to perceive other people's emotions.This represents her obligatory, compulsive, sabotage of her own mood by allowing herself to grieve for others.

Misty quickly took out a piece of white chocolate from her pocket, unwrapped it skillfully, and threw the sweetness into her mouth.

Can't be sweet.

The bad girl bowed her head and concentrated on kneading the chocolate paper, her steps were brisk, as if she was completely unaffected by the surrounding situation, and her whole body revealed a sense of indifference.

Bruce looked sideways at her for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pressed her head to her chest.

The pleasant smell of sandalwood suddenly entered Misty's sense of smell, and the warm breath instantly enveloped her whole body.Misty leaned blankly in front of the man's very reliable chest muscles, "Uncle Bruce?"

Bruce unbuttoned his unbuttoned red coat with one hand and covered her head, "If you can't control yourself to feel other people's emotions, then don't think about them, just listen to my heartbeat."

The girl's body was obviously stiff for a moment.

The fabric isolates her from the outside world, her breath is full of pleasant hormonal smells, and there are strong and powerful heartbeats in her ears, pounding on her heart.What is cold, what is uncomfortable, what is numbness and despair, all separated from the small space.

The tense muscles were slowly relieved, the girl closed her eyes, her taste buds seemed to resume functioning, and once again felt that the white chocolate was really sweet.

Bruce's hand wasn't particularly hard on her shoulder.

He didn't think it was a very good thing to be able to perceive other people's emotions, although when the girl said it, she looked proud that it was her skill.

Think about it, you were in a good mood, the sun penetrated the white clouds and hugged the earth unreservedly, you chewed the ice cream and walked on the road, happily enjoying the warmth of the sun and the coolness of the dessert.Someone passed by, he was very depressed, maybe because he just broke up with his girlfriend, you don’t know him, and he didn’t want to bother you, but at that moment, your perception worked, as if ice needles pierced your heart, you I'm so sad that I don't feel like eating ice cream.

Or, you are in a very uncomfortable mood, and you pass through the crowd, only to find that people’s sorrows and joys are really endless. The person on the left is happy, the person on the right misses his sweet memory, and the girl in front flicks The curvature of the ponytail is a smiling face.It seems that you are the only one buried in sorrow in the whole world.

Bruce hesitated, embracing the girl who wasn't his yet.

He didn't know whether she was guided or not when she was growing up, but Michelle, who was able to save others without hesitation and risking her life, even though she was rebellious and stubborn, she was still full of tolerance and kindness towards the world.

It's good that she didn't turn into a villain.

The girl suddenly said, "I really like Gotham better."

"Ok?"

She muttered: "People in Gotham are not numb, most of them are indifferent, so when there are kind people, they are like stars embellishing the night. Batman is the biggest one."

The little prince had a half-smile: "Sweetheart, is it really okay to think of other men in my arms?"

A fluffy head emerged from the coat, and the small face bared its canine teeth at him, "Why, could our playboy be jealous!"

Her tone swallowed all Bruce's words.Bruce had to admit that she really didn't think it was a problem, because they had no more relationship.She really thinks that he just treats her as one of the daily girlfriends, and there is no possibility of emotional disputes between them, so there is no need to pay attention to the boundaries between men and women.

In other words, when I kissed you, did I think about other men?Feel free to think about your pinup girls too.After all, neither party is talking about feelings.

The little prince was suddenly unhappy.

Then, his waist was lightly poked by his fingers, and when he lowered his head, the girl kissed his face very quickly, without any ambiguity or flirting. "But just now, you were the brightest star in my heart. Thank you for your embrace, my Mr. White Knight!"

Bruce felt better again.

"What about Batman?" he asked.

As if feeling that his words were not right, Bruce immediately added: "You can hang two stars, of course, my star is brighter than that transvestite."

The girl laughed out loud, "Okay!"

Bruce was silent instead.

Misty: "Huh?"

Bruce: "So, your liking for Batman has faded?"

Misty: "Then your stars are as bright?"

Bruce: "That's why you like me less. I used to be brighter than Batman."

Misty:? ? ?

The gentleman's sudden unreasonableness directly confused Misty, "Then..."

Baby Brucey suddenly smiled: "So, honey, draw a starry sky map again? I like him and I have to have the same portion, whoever has more and who has less, can't do it."

The girl blinked her eyes, "Okay."

When Mr. Wayne was in a good mood, he heard the other party say casually: "Anyway, my liking for you is not the same kind of liking for him."

The girl smiled and said, "I unilaterally declare that we will be good friends from now on!"

Bruce: "...um."

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, I'm late again, but the emotional scene really made me bald QAQ

Jason will be fine, don't worry, his birthday is coming soon, I will definitely give him a big gift, now I am thinking about the plot, see if his birthday (8.16) can catch up with Zhou Keer's death day :)