[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

The darkness of the night always makes people feel a little bit more relaxed. Rosa lay lazily on the sofa and half-closed her eyes. Today's news was broadcast on the TV, and the announcer with a straight voice was talking about a couple in a serious manner. When she was sent to the hospital because of excessive playing of S/M games, she suddenly thought of a fun thing, picked up her mobile phone, edited a text message and sent it to someone in the UK.

The two brothers of the Holmes family have different preferences. For example, when it comes to giving orders, Mycroft likes face-to-face, while Sherlock likes to remotely control through text messages.

When Mycroft, who was immersed in sleep, was awakened by the ringing of the text message, his face was very gloomy, and only one person would send him a text message at this time. Although he didn't want to respond, he still got up bitterly. Click on the SMS interface.

It reads on the text message interface——I feel that the Sherlock Holmes couple gave your brother a name with profound foresight. The initials of Mycroft and Sherlock just form S\M, you are a masochist, and he is a sadist.

Hehe, Mycroft sneered, as expected, people who like Sherlock are not good things, they are all bastards in their bones!

Rosa, who made a little joke with Mycroft, laughed and rolled on the sofa, she could completely imagine his face.

Although she broke contact with Sherlock, she and Mycroft often exchanged text messages, sometimes it was little jokes like this, sometimes it was to ask him some questions, the two of them got along like a couple For siblings who do not live together but care for each other.

She walked to the window, the evening breeze was blowing coolly, there was not a single star in the sky, and she felt lonely just like how she felt every time she thought of Sherlock, she knew she would definitely forget him, but now she misses him a little bit.

When Peter came over with his spider webs, he saw such a scene. The wind blew her black hair flying, her snowy face was almost pale in the night, and the sadness in her black eyes was thick like It can drip out.

"Hi." Peter waved his hand and greeted.

Rosa wanted to lean over to let him in, but Peter stopped him. He pulled off the cover, hung it in front of her window and said: "I just want to say thank you, Harry and I talked about it, our misunderstanding It has been untied, and he said it was your credit."

Rosa smiled slightly: "If he really doesn't want to forgive you, nothing I say will work."

Peter thought for a while and said nothing. She underestimated her weight in Harry's heart, and Harry didn't seem to want her to know about it at the moment.

"Good night, have a good dream."

"Good night."

Rosa poked her head out of the window to watch Peter enter the room, and retracted her head to close the window. The evening wind was so cool that she felt cold.

Her face was a little stiff from the wind, she rubbed her face, went back to the bedroom and wrapped up the quilt, slowly closed her eyes, she let her head go, and soon fell asleep.

This time, instead of the boundless sea in her dream, there was a vast expanse of whiteness. The white light blinded her so much that she covered her eyes, but soon the white light dissipated. When she opened her eyes, the scene had changed.

A beautiful little girl in a red dress ran on the grass, holding a large bouquet of flowers in her hands, her laughter was as delicate as silver bells, and her soft voice floated in the air: "Mom, mom, look at the flowers I picked .”

The woman sitting in the pavilion embraced the little girl, and her voice was gentler than water: "My baby is awesome, these flowers are so beautiful, but you ruined all the flowers that your father planted so hard, aren't you afraid that he will be angry?" ?”

The little girl covered her butt, and looked at the woman in shock: "But...Mom, I want to give you flowers."

"Really?" The woman looked at the little girl in surprise, hugged her in her arms and kissed her little face, making the little girl laugh out loud.

It was obviously a happy scene, but she felt that her heart was tightly caged by a dense network of pain, which almost broke her heart into pieces. Red is the color of fire.

She struggled to wake up from the nightmare, her face was already wet, she looked at everything in the bedroom with a sense of loss, tears seemed to flow down uncontrollably, why was she so sad?

Who has she forgotten?

Who is she?

Rosa didn't care about her own life experience before, and she was also firm that she would not forgive her biological parents, because abandonment was abandonment.But since last night's dream was too real, it seemed as if it was a memory she had forgotten, and things began to become more difficult, and there was also the matter of the rupture of the dimensional wall. People are strange or suspicious, only she knows that these worlds were originally unrelated, but were forcibly merged together by an invisible hand.

Who does this big hand belong to?Just like Gang can't see clearly in the fog, she knows that she is in the center of the incident, but she is just a chess piece manipulated by others.

The cold sweat from the nightmare on her body evaporated into the air, she shivered coldly, feeling more and more helpless, she took a deep breath, she didn't have any cards, what else could she do but wait and see what happened?

The park is full of vegetation and the air is very fresh. Rosa has been jogging in the morning for a week, and the profuse sweat from the exercise makes her feel like her skin is breathing, which is very comfortable.She has already run three laps around the park, which is already the maximum amount of exercise she can accept. She slows down and lets the calf muscles gradually relax.

She slowed down her breathing regularly, her field of vision was lush green, and the trees didn't start to wither because of the approach of winter, because of this piece of green, she felt a little more relaxed, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.Raising her eyes and seeing a familiar figure running towards her, she opened her eyes wide in surprise and shouted, "Steve!"

The handsome blond man stopped in his tracks, his muscles were still tense, full of the beauty of strength, the smile on his face was brighter than today's sunshine, and he greeted with surprise on his face: "Hi, Rosa."

"Long time no see, Steve, did you just move into the neighborhood?" Rosa could tell by looking at his tendons that it was the result of his daily exercise, and she had never met him a few days ago.

Steve nodded. His house in Brooklyn was attacked by Hydra. Natasha asked him to change his mood, so he moved from Brooklyn to Queens, which is like Spider-Man turf, although he often scurry throughout New York.

The two of them walked to the breakfast shop. There was a very delicious Chinese breakfast shop, and there was a long queue every day.As the two of them walked, Rosa introduced him to the surroundings by the way, such as which restaurant had affordable and delicious takeaways, and the atmosphere between the two of them was quite harmonious.

When we arrived at the breakfast shop, because it was the weekend, office workers who had worked for five days were still sleeping at home, so the line was not very long. Rosa greeted her proficiently in Chinese, and the enthusiastic boss gave a lot of weight. Make fun of her relationship with Steve.

Rosa didn't feel anything, but it was Steve who explained shyly that a man with firm eyebrows looked like a big boy who had never been in a relationship. The contrast was really cute.

"The buns here have soft skin and lots of meat, and the thick gravy will burst in your mouth after a bite. It's delicious and makes people look forward to the beginning of every day." After speaking, Rosa took a big bite of the char siew buns, her cheeks bulging , like a cute little squirrel.

Steve also frowned with a smile, and took a big bite of the steamed stuffed bun. It was really delicious and made one want to bite off his tongue. Soon three big steamed stuffed buns went into his stomach.

It is a happy thing to be appreciated by others for one's favorite food. Rosa slowly swallowed the last mouthful of buns and squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

Steve's new house is only two streets away from Rosa's house. The two walked in the same direction, passing a flower stand on the way, Rosa stopped, and Steve stood aside very gentlemanly waiting.

The flowers were all just purchased from the flower market, and there were crystal dewdrops on the petals. Rosa said to the boss, "Help me wrap a bunch of lilies and a bunch of hyacinths."

Then Steve saw a beautiful bouquet of hyacinths delivered to him: "I hope your new life has a good start."

Steve saw the girl who was more charming than Huajiao blink her eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. He took the hyacinth over and thanked him, a little afraid to see that the smile was more dazzling than the sun girl.

The two walked for a while before they separated. The lilies in Rosa's arms exuded a light fragrance. She smelled good and kept smiling in her eyes. As long as there are flowers in life, it's not too bad. .

No matter what she has forgotten and what is destined to happen, she will not be afraid. She likes Sherlock, why doesn't she like his unscrupulousness and insistence on fighting against the world, which shows that she yearns for such a life in her bones.Superpowers separated her original life from the public, so she only carefully and carefully protected herself.But now there are not only superheroes, mutants, and wizards in this fusion world, her superpowers have become her strong support. Since she has the key to the life she longs for, why is she afraid?

She smiled brighter and brighter, almost dazzling people's eyes. She was holding a pure white lily, her black hair was tied up high, and a few strands of hair fell on her forehead, beautiful and pure like an angel.

Such a scene falls in the eyes of a caring person, and the desire for possession begins to be unscrupulous.

Tom Rhodes was sitting in the car, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and fixed his eyes on the back of Rosa walking into the building. The heat seemed to come from hell, full of madness and danger.

He swore she would become his most perfect work.

And Rosa was unaware of the danger lurking in the darkness.