HP Wendy's crossing running account

Wendy didn't have much time to play with Tom.

It was only when Wendy returned to Anna's rule that she came to her senses.

"I'm stupid, really."

Wendy sat on an armchair by the door like a door god, and Anna, like a queen, looked at the tightly closed door and sighed lazily.

During the two-day absence, two major events took place in room "2-4".First, the blond-haired little friend Jessica successfully graduated and was promoted to the next door.Second, Queen Anna found a new pretense weapon - a gorgeous retro armchair.It must have been snatched from the old nun's pretentious chapel.

Little else has changed: Dennis, Thomas, and Oliver are still working on the adventures of Car Man, and Emily mumbles to the doll by herself (she's been lonely since Jessica's gone, but as a housewife). The only two girls in the village today, Wendy and her relationship have not made any progress—the two lolis have no intention of talking to each other), and Robinson's circle painting career is still on the rise.

Wendy, however, seemed a little restless, she could recite everything written in the room backwards.Considering that she only has 7 years left in the world of normal people, Wendy couldn't help feeling a sense of urgency.After finally coming to Britain a hundred years ago, it is a waste not to read many original works.Although she intends to pursue magical studies in the future, the desire to expand her knowledge (especially in science and philosophy) has never diminished.Integration and cross-disciplinarity are the kingly way of scientific research development.

Now, the Dark Lord, who can't sort out the knowledge of the past, can't conduct magic experiments, and can't fool the future, is really a waste of time.

Wendy still has at least one core from her previous life to support her, so no matter what she thinks in her heart, her face is always calm.Tom can't do it, he is a real child.Wendy swore that at least 5 times, she heard someone walking up and down outside the door, and at least 3 times, she saw a head of black hair in the crack of the door.

Whenever this time she looked at Anna.

Anna... the old God Anna is there, as if nothing happened.

Wendy...Wendy is also there, pretending that nothing happened.

"Don't you even have to go to class?" Wendy asked curiously during dinner one time.

"Eliza's hair is starting to turn grey, and she's like this when she's lecturing—" Tom put his palms side by side in imitation of a book, stalking his neck forward like a duck being held up by his neck, his eyes almost touching his hands palm.He looked like he was reading a book with presbyopia.

Wendy laughed out loud at the boy's funny look.

Tom rested his chin on one hand depressed: "She (Ms. Eliza) has always just read from the book, and doesn't care what we are doing. Agatha is a fool. She can slip out as long as she says she has a stomachache. She never would be suspicious. Anita is not stupid, but she is too timid to take care of us."

"So, although there are three people watching, you can easily skip class. But we, only Anna, can't slip out."

"Anna is fierce."

"But I think Anna is a good person."

"Hmph, she is hypocritical."

"How do you know she's a hypocrite?"

"Jack and Charlie are not afraid of anything, meeting Anna is like meeting a mouse with a cat. So I know she can't be offended." Tom looked around, and then tapped Wendy's forehead, "Yes. Just lie to you! But even if you don't lie to you, you still think that the whole world is a good person." After getting along for a week, Tom felt Wendy's true nature.

Wendy touched her nose unnaturally.It's not a good feeling to be taught by a child.She pouted and said unwillingly, "That's not to say that the whole world is full of bad people. There are so many bad people."

Tom gave up discussing the good guys and bad guys with Wendy, "Wendy is naive and stupid, I can't teach her well, so I have to work hard to cover her." He thought so, and started another topic: "Jack and the others still Running out of the orphanage to play."

Wendy's attention was immediately attracted.go out?Isn't that London?library!She stared brightly at Tom.

Tom was also surprised: "Oh, good boy Wendy wants to run out to play?"

Wendy nodded sharply with her eyes wide open.

Tom's tone was smug: "I've been out with them. Uncle Kent, the doorman, is an old drunk, and he'll slip away if he's drunk. If Charlie hadn't said someone liked Abducting 5 or 6-year-old children, I can already run out by myself, it is quite simple. When I am a few years older, I will take you out..."

Tom turned his head to look at Wendy's starry eyes, couldn't be more satisfied, and babbled again: "When you turn 5 years old, you can get rid of that watchdog Anna. Soon, we will have more time to play Our 'little game' is now only after dinner and weekend activities, it sucks..."

Wendy and Tom's "little game" is to play tug-of-war against objects suspended in the air.Just like what they did to that poor pencil on the first day they established diplomatic relations.It's just that the props have become smaller and more hidden, sometimes they are glass marbles, sometimes they are buttons.

Roughly speaking, Tom won more.

Soon, Wendy invented a new way to play: draw various curves on the ground, control the marbles to move along the curve by an inch in the air, start again if they deviate from the track, and the one who completes first wins.

In terms of precise control, Wendy is much better than Tom.

Another weekend without rain.The weather is cloudy.

After the children said their prayers, they gathered in the yard to play.Wendy and Tom were squatting by the wall playing marbles.They kept the floating height of the marbles very low, so that even if they were under the noses of others, as long as the two of them were not squatting so low, they would not be able to see the abnormality.

It has to be said that with the refurbishment of the game pattern, the control of both of them has been significantly improved.There have been no magic riots such as blowing off wall lamps for nearly a month.The simplest "force" type of magic (that is, levitation, movement, and flying) is basically doing whatever you want.

While Wendy was secretly rejoicing that her magic level could completely keep up with Tom's abnormality, she was thinking about the "magic-force conversion formula" and "the effect of magic vibration on the nature and direction of force", but she didn't notice , an event that almost changed her fate was happening.

"I have to say," Susan looked at the man and woman in front of her with sharp eyes, "it's really rare to adopt a child in such a recession."

The couple looked at least in their 30s. They were well maintained and well-dressed, which made Susan a bit shabby.

The man looked very sophisticated, and the two mean indentations at the corners of his mouth showed that he must be a ruthless fighter in the mall: "Yes. I have long known that the stock market is not reliable. The Fant farmer never believed that Numbers game, we only believe in real things and 'don't put all your eggs in the same basket'. So—” the man put his arms around the petite woman beside him, and said the last sentence in a proud tone, “—we Stand firm."

The woman looked pale and nervous, but her tone was not as aggressive as her husband's. She even looked at Susan eagerly: "We, we, want a child."

"Okay, Mr. Fantennon, Mrs. Fantennon." After checking the ID card, Susan's eyes softened, "What kind of child do you want? I mean, adoption is a very complicated process. You have to get along with the child first, and then have an interview, and only if both parties agree, can you go through the formalities."

Hearing this, Mr. Fantenon frowned, but didn't say anything.

Susan saw it, but just turned her eyes to Mrs. Vantennon, and continued: "So, tell us what you want, so that we can select some candidates, and the wife can talk to them."

The woman became embarrassed, her lips trembling: "But, but, what if they don't like me?"

Seeing this, the man quickly put his arms around her and comforted her softly: "It's okay, honey, we will always find a little angel."

Susan also said in a very caressing tone: "Be brave, madam, you are a mother. I think you were a good mother."

The woman burst into tears when she heard the words: "Yes, yes. I just lost my little Betty. I tell her stories every night..." Then she wiped her tears, a trace of firmness appeared on her pale face, " I will treat her like my own child."

Susan sat back on the stool and said softly, "So, you want a girl?"

"No," said the woman. "Boys are fine too. I'm not looking for a substitute."

"So……"

At this time, the man interjected: "I think, the source must be clear!"

Susan raised an eyebrow.

"We don't want a child of...that kind of woman and guests. We don't discriminate, but this is too embarrassing for a respectable family."

"Of course, I can understand." Susan's tone was a little light.

"We also don't want an illegitimate child, in case his rich father or mother comes to the door in the future..."

"Yes yes, I think I understand what you mean by 'well-sourced'."

"It's better to be younger, but not too young. Four or five, I think?"

"Okay, come with me, both of you."

Susan led the two of them to a window in the corridor on the first floor, through which they could clearly see the entire yard.The woman was a little excited when she saw the children, and she stuck to the window with her eyes wide open, rather disregarding her image.

Susan had no choice but to give up the foolish woman and talk to the man: "Sir, your requirements are really harsh. We only have one child between the ages of 4 and 5 with a 'clear source'."

"Oh?" The man's voice turned upwards.

"See that girl playing marbles by the wall? The blonde one."

"Where? Where? Oh, I see. God, she's so cute. Oh, and that black-haired boy next to her is pretty too. Look, John."

The man smiled with some satisfaction, and the sharp business spirit dissipated, and now he is like an ordinary husband: "Tell me about that girl."

"Wendy Carter, who will be 5 years old next month, is an honest, kind and good boy. Last November, the plane that Dr. Carter and his wife were on crashed in the Strait. A terrible accident..."

"I read it in the newspaper. It was a big incident, and more than 100 people died." The man interrupted Susan, "Does she have any other relatives?"

"She might as well not have it! A few distant uncles divided up her parents' inheritance and insurance money and fled. On her father's side, it's a pity that no relatives can uphold justice for her. Then, she came to us."

"It's so pitiful, so pitiful." The woman murmured, "Where's the boy?"

"I'm afraid he is a child of 'unclear origin'. We still don't know who Tom's parents are. Such children make up the vast majority of us here."

"Then, let's talk to that girl—Wendy first."

Wendy was confused when she was called away alone.Tom seemed to know something, a little annoyed and a little bit unwilling but hesitated to speak.

It wasn't until Wendy was brought into the game room that she didn't see Anna but saw a strange couple.She saluted politely: "Good afternoon, sir and madam."

The gentleman nodded almost invisibly.

The lady squatted down eagerly, and said cautiously, "Wendy?"

Wendy nodded and smiled at her.

The woman relaxed when she saw her smile: "You can call me Jane."

Wendy is kind and generous: "Jane."

The woman became visibly excited: "Shall we play with toys? What do you like? Building blocks? Oh, I'm silly, little girls like dolls. How about dolls? Oh, my God, this doll is so old, the fabric is worn out Broken. If you like..."

"Jane. That's Emily's favorite doll." Wendy interrupted her.

The woman was stunned, put down the doll embarrassingly, and wrung her hands at a loss: "I'm sorry...Wendy...I don't..."

Wendy suddenly felt that it was cruel to give such a woman unnecessary hopes, but it seemed cruel to refuse directly.She sighed secretly, and stepped forward to pull the woman's hand: "It's okay, Jane. I'm not blaming you."

The woman was a little dazed: "Really?"

"I don't like dolls. I like books. I've read all the books here. Does Jane like books?"

The woman seemed to come alive again: "Yes yes. Of course I like it. I know a lot of fairy tales."

Next, they talked about fairy tales for half an hour.

Finally Wendy found a chance: "Jane, are you tired? Susan has a bed and a chair, you can go and rest for a while."

When the woman went downstairs in a daze and met Susan, Wendy said in a voice so soft that only the two of them could hear: "Sir, can I talk to you?"

"My wife likes you very much." Mr. Fantenon's eyes were sharp, "but it seems that Miss Carter has a different idea. I think that although Jane's behavior is inappropriate, her heart and feelings are very sincere. "

"Sir, your wife is a very lovely person. That is why I am talking to you now. It is inappropriate to accept too much kindness from a kind person if it is known in the first place."

The man looked at her meaningfully for a while.

Wendy stared straight at her and remained motionless.

"Then let me hear, what reason do you have for rejecting our offer?"

"I don't know if you understand, but I have a congenital heart disease."

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, and after a long time, he said softly: "You have a good upbringing and noble character, Miss. May God bless you!"

"May God bless you and your family too."

"That kid has a heart attack, and you're hiding it!"

"Wendy is a good boy!"

"Yes, even myself, I couldn't do better than her at the age of 4..."

"Then why don't you accept her? You should be rich enough to support her."

"My wife, Jane, I don't think she can bear the shock of losing her second child. Ma'am, I know that during this special time, an additional medical expense is a huge burden for you. I would like to donate another A sum of money..."

"No! I didn't mean to get rid of her! I'm not the kind of person who sells a child!" Susan covered her face almost collapsed, "I just hope she can live...if...if no one wants her, I Squeezing food out of your own mouth will feed her too..."

"Ma'am, ma'am. I know you're a responsible person. We've walked through six orphanages, and only you told us we need to ask a child's opinion before adopting..."

Susan wiped her red and swollen eyes, raised her head, and stared at him coldly.

"... I wonder if there are other children?"

"Are you saying I'm lying?"

"No. You'd really like us to adopt that girl, so you probably didn't say anything optional."

"I think so. Thomas Cook, who had just celebrated his third birthday. His mother died in childbirth, his father, a shipyard mechanic, died in an accident, and he had no other relatives. A healthy and lively boy, though more You ask for a younger age."

Tom sat in the corner with a gloomy face, and the marbles scattered all over the floor.He smiled sarcastically at Wendy: "What? You're leaving? Leave this ghostly place, and live the life of an upper class with rich husbands and wives?"

Wendy sat in the corner next to Tom: "There is a 'rich' couple looking for me to talk—"

Tom's fisted hand suddenly turned white.

"—But I told that gentleman that I suffer from congenital heart disease. Do you think they will still plan to adopt me?" Wendy turned her head away and smiled sweetly.

Tom took a long breath: "Probably not. These adopters have high requirements: no ugly ones, no disabled ones, no mental problems, no naughty ones, and no moving ones," Tom sarcastically hooked The corner of his mouth hooked, "It's like picking goods, we are the goods."

"And I'm a defective product." Wendy said.

"I don't have a factory label," said Tom.

Then they looked at each other and laughed in unison.

Three days later, Thomas disappeared from "Anna's room".

"That couple is pretty good. The husband is very capable, and the wife loves children very much." Wendy said.

However, "Anna's room" quickly deserted.Dennis and Oliver looked down at the car, Emily talked to herself, and Robinson ignored everything except painting.

After accumulating [-] blank sheets of "Past Life Science Knowledge" and "Magical Science Theory of Light and Power", Wendy, who was finally free, couldn't help looking to Anna: "Miss Anna, do you have any books?"

"Yes, dear, what do you want?"

"Well, profound."

"Okay, esoteric."

The next day, Wendy received a copy of "Critique of Pure Reason" which was like a brick. 【1】

Wendy: 囧 rz.Although she wanted to read it very much, she couldn't stand it because it was in German!If it weren't for her extensive knowledge in her previous life, she wouldn't even be able to recognize the title.Bullying is too obvious, Your Royal Highness.

"Let's proceed step by step." Wendy obediently returned the brick-like philosophical tome to Anna.

With an expression of "I've expected it a long time ago", Anna pulled out a full-text tome "Andersen's Fairy Tales" from her bag, a bilingual English-German edition.

As a result, Wendy embarked on the path of learning languages ​​while reading books.By the way, Queen Anna's fluent German is simply stunning.With learning goals, Wendy is full of motivation, and her daily life is full again, regardless of whether her friends are still in the low tide.

In this way, the adoption incident passed.

Note [1]: "Kritikderreinen Vernunft", the most widely circulated and most influential work of the German philosopher Kant.

The author has something to say:

In and out of the orphanage should be quite frequent.In an orphanage with dozens of people, hundreds of children will come and go in a few years.

But because it was the Great Depression in 1932, there were relatively few adoptions.