Mutants' Daily Life [Comprehensive British and American]

When Logan ran to the barn to sleep, the old man sat on the sofa and flipped through the newspaper, and said casually, "If you're in the house, just take off your sunglasses."

Carlos held down the little sunglasses that had been dropped several times and were no longer good-looking, with a serious expression: "No."

"Uh...his eyes are not good, he can't see a little light, it's..." Scott hastily explained: "Family genetic disease."

The friendly old couple looked at Scott's special blindfold and believed it.

The old lady hugged Carlos distressedly, as long as she thought that such a small child would also be blind in the future, she felt very sad.

Carlos ignored Scott's 'nonsense', he was still concentrating on eating a pair of leftover chicken wings from dinner, trying to 'make up the shape'.

Scott took the opportunity to make a 'borrow a phone' request.

He acted like a child who ran away from home, went through hardships, and finally knew that only his mother (professor) is good in the world, sincerely and shamefully half-truthed: "Carlos and I played truant, and some things happened in the middle... ...Sorry, I can't tell you. But our professor, should be very worried about us..."

"Going back to school?" said the kind old lady in disbelief, "God, you children really... what do you think about all the time! If we could go to school at that time, what a thing! What a happy thing! Yes, yes, you should report to your family in time. Where is your home? Not far from here... Oh, yes, the phone, I have to look for it... We haven't used it for a long time something."

She enthusiastically brought him into the living room, rummaged through it, and found an old-fashioned telephone from under the table.

Then she turned her head, she took Scott's hand, patted it intimately, and muttered meaningfully: "Good boy, don't make trouble with the elders in the family. Even if there is something wrong with the elders, as long as they still love you Yours, there will always be a day when we understand each other."

Scott nodded embarrassingly but couldn't help being moved.

Then, under the earnest eyes of the old lady, he dialed the number of X Academy, but there was no response.

"Could it be that the phone is broken? After all... it has been useless for a long time." The old lady said hesitantly.

"Did you not press the area code?" The old man looked very understanding, and he raised his voice to remind him: "Which area is your home in, you need to dial the area code before it."

Scott then added the area code and dialed again, still wrong.

"Where is your house?"

"Uh...West Chester, New York." Scott hesitated, but still mentioned a general area.

The old couple suddenly looked at each other with strange expressions.

Scott couldn't see it, but felt that the atmosphere seemed a little strange, and he asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

The tough old man gave him a simple geography science, similar to the territorial boundary between the United States and Canada...

"What, this is Canada already?"

If he could open his eyes now, he would definitely widen them.

But even though he was wearing a blindfold, his expression of surprise was so obvious that the old lady looked at him very strangely: "Don't you really know that this is Canada? Child?"

"Uh...it's like a dream." Scott gripped the phone tightly.

He lowered his head and thought for a while, finally shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and replied a little bit at a loss: "It's kind of funny, but it's not funny... Well, I mean, actually, this is the first time in my life. Going abroad for the first time."

"So, you're so confused that you don't even know where you are?" The old man spoke again, and he said it very sharply.

He looked at Scott with wise and worried eyes: "Could you two have been trafficked by some human trafficker? This is difficult to deal with. I can't make cross-border calls here for the time being. I will drive you there tomorrow." A trip to town? Or the police station?"

"No, no, it's not a human trafficker. It's more complicated than that... Please help me find a place where I can make a call. The police station doesn't need it. Really, I can just call my family to pick us up." Scott replied hastily, But after giving up and putting down the phone, he was also a little dazed for a while.

The old man looked at him suspiciously, and the old lady also had a worried expression.

"Grandpa Jim, Grandma Jenny, don't worry, Charles will find us." Carlos interrupted suddenly.

He was holding a milk glass to drink, still in a heartless posture: "Charles is very powerful, he can search us with brain waves, and he can find me and Scott after a few swishes."

"Carlos." Scott yelled in disapproval, reminding him not to talk about mutants everywhere.

However, it was obvious that the old couple was amused by Carlos' "Children's Talk" and grinned, and the tense atmosphere disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The old man laughed and echoed, "That's really a great skill! Does he have any other skills?"

"Yes, Charles always knows what's going on in my mind." Carlos replied.

"That's amazing!" The old man made an exaggerated expression: "Mind reading."

The old grandma hugged Carlos in her arms, kissed his pretty little face, her eyes were shining with love, and she even said involuntarily: "Okay, okay, then wait for your family to come Then, let's just live and play on the farm! You can live as long as you want..."

"Thank you." Scott could only express his gratitude once again.

Carlos didn't have much reaction. In his overconfident mind, it's normal for him to be popular, and it's abnormal to be unpopular.

However, after being out for so long, he really misses Charles and everyone in X Academy.

However, Professor Charles, who can 'swish' them through brain waves, is still on the plane to Canada.

The next morning, Carlos was awakened by the aroma of breakfast.

Laying on the soft bed, he sniffed the scent outside with his small nose, muttering to himself: "Sweet corn soup, fresh butter, uh...eggs, ham, muffins..."

"You have time to guess here, why not climb over and see yourself."

Scott didn't know when he walked over while leaning on the wall, and said jokingly.

When he walked to the door, he crossed his arms and leaned against the door chicly, the corners of his lips curled up happily, and while listening to Carlos, he said threateningly: "I'm here to wake you up , don’t be lazy! Get up! Otherwise, I’ll eat up the half bottle of strawberry jam you want.”

"Don't think about it!" Carlos jumped off the bed neatly.

He ran barefoot to the kitchen. Halfway through the run, Scott caught him by the collar again: "Are you wearing shoes? Dirty ghost! Did you wash your face? Brush your teeth?"

"Aren't you invisible?"

"Yeah, that's weird, but my head and ears are fine."

Carlos had to put on his shoes, brush his teeth and wash his face, and then Scott let him go out to look for food again.

He ran directly towards the kitchen, and before he went in, he saw the kind old lady holding a snow-white plate with sizzling slices of ham on it, and two golden fried eggs spread out, and what looked like maybe Not delicate enough, but the small corn muffin with the sweet aroma of corn, the tempting food aroma fills the whole room...

"I hope that after a while, my ham slices will be thicker and more, and the sponge cake will become a little bigger."

Carlos stared at the plate and made a wish: "Ma'am, do you know magic? The kind of magic that waving a wand will make the food better? By the way, if I lick the plate later, can you not Are you kidding me?"

The old lady was almost dying of laughter at what he said: "Honey, you are really a pain in the ass. Well, I'll leave you the slices of ham..."

At this time, she took another plate that was a circle smaller than the one just now, and was picking up food on it.

Corn chowder, a few pieces of pie, and a fried egg have already been placed. The slice of ham that was supposed to be put on it was just stuffed directly into Carlos's little mouth. Anyway, children always have a little special treatment .

"I've got to take it to the barn guests," said the old lady, holding the plate without the sliced ​​ham, as if Carlos and Scott were no longer guests.

However, this cannot be blamed on the old lady's discriminatory treatment.

After all, a pair of cute, well-behaved, sensible and polite brothers with sympathetic physical defects are better than a muscular man who still runs around naked. Adult men who startle people are much more pleasing.

"I'll deliver it for you." Carlos took the initiative to grab the plate, and ran outside with his short legs.

"Slow down, be careful not to let it go." The old lady smiled and watched him run away, then turned her head and praised Scott happily, "Your brother is really sensible and cute. He knows how to help adults at such a young age."

Scott, who was sitting at the table, was noncommittal about Carlos's cuteness.

He took a sip of the corn soup and said very calmly: "Sensible? Cute? This word sounds strange. You haven't seen him make people angry."

In fact, as soon as the 'sensible and cute' Carlos went out, he picked up the fried egg with his fingers and ate it in two or three bites.

Then, he wiped his mouth and continued to run towards the barn as if nothing had happened: "I am in the development period, so I should eat more."The naked running man is so strong, if he eats one less egg, nothing will happen. '

'But...' He thought to himself: 'The appetite has increased recently, is it going to grow taller? '