[Comprehensive] pragmatic theory of coquetry

As the evening approached, the bell of the small factory rang on time, and the workers in various positions cheered and stood up, finally loosening their muscles and bones after a whole day's work, and taking off their dirty work clothes , pack up and go home for dinner.

A middle-aged man in gray clothes forgot to pick up his bag, walked halfway back to pick it up, but saw the young man wearing a mask in the corner who was still busy, as if he felt the gaze from him, the man raised his eyes, There was no malicious intent in the silent dark green pupils, but it just made people startled. They didn't know whether to say hello, or turned around and left like this, pretending not to see.

This newcomer who has just entered the factory is really silent and withdrawn... It makes people unable to communicate with each other.He is so young and strong, even if he does physical work, he can choose a more lucrative job, but he has to come to this kind of black job with no future.

No one asked.Nobody wants to make fun of themselves.After working for such a period of time, the people in the factory don’t even know his name. If it wasn’t for an American chick who came to find someone that day and vaguely heard her call "James", they would really have to use "that new guy" to refer to him all the time. .

The middle-aged man picked up a bag, and his inner activities were really complicated—he thought of Lily, whom he had only met once.

The American chick is really good-looking, and she is also very lively. I don't know how to get along with this dull gourd who can't speak a word for a long time.

Or how to say that love is magical.

A lot of thoughts swirled in my mind, and I finally told the man to go back to the work station to pick up the bag.He looked at the Winter Soldier who had finally stopped, and couldn't help but said, "It's off work, let's go."

The Winter Soldier stood up and took off his overalls—he had a good stature, and he stood upright and tall—responsive to the middle-aged man with a rare "hmm".

Then I realized that although he left his post slower than others, he put on his coat and scarf very quickly, as if the wind was blowing under his feet, the middle-aged man was about to walk to the factory gate, and when he noticed someone passing him, he raised his head He was left behind by the Winter Soldier.

Lily would usually wait for him at the bakery door after work. He didn't like to leave at the same time as the factory people, but he didn't want to make her wait too long, so he accelerated his pace even more.

From a distance, I saw a thickly wrapped white figure standing in front of the bakery, with his head down, holding a bag of processed bread in his hand, and his feet in snow boots were kicking things like stones on the ground to the side .

When the Winter Soldier walked a few steps away from her, he didn't make a sound, but she seemed to notice it. She raised her head and looked in the direction he was coming. When she saw her boyfriend who was off work, a smile quickly appeared on her small face, and she walked away. Go to hold his hand: "James."

He took the things in her hand, and saw that although she had a smile on her face, there was clearly a gloomy look in her blue eyes, so he frowned imperceptibly, turned his head to look around, and then whispered Ask her: "What's wrong?"

Lily shook her head, silently clenched her hand in his big palm, her smile faded a little, she pursed her lips, but said, "I want to go home quickly."

The Winter Soldier's face turned colder and colder, and he didn't say anything, and took her back to the residence.

He was very vigilant at first, but now he carefully detoured for a while, and after confirming that no one was following him, he turned his head and walked back to the right path.

Lily didn't say much along the way, and occasionally raised the other hand that was not held by him, stared blankly for a while, and then turned her face to look at him, as if she had a lot to say.

When the footsteps of the two people finally sounded in the corridor, they turned and went up the four floors one after another. The sound of the key was accompanied by the sound of the door opening, and they finally entered the house.

As soon as the door was closed, Lily turned around and hugged the Winter Soldier, took a deep breath of his familiar scent that reassured her, and called again in a low voice: "James."

The Winter Soldier put all the things in his hands on the ground, lifted her up, strode into the living room, put her on the small sofa and asked, "What happened?"

Lily was silent for a moment, then stretched out both hands in front of him, the palms were soft and warm, no different from the girls beside her.

"Look," she said.

With a roll of his hand, the scarf wrapped around his neck was untied, and it gently fluttered into her hand.

To the Winter Soldier, this was hardly a surprise.She also manipulated bigger things when she lost control in her sleep, and every time she almost hit her face, he cut them off with one hand.

"Do you know what a mutant is?" Lily asked.Said a noun that had never been mentioned before.

The Winter Soldier said nothing.

She retracted her eyelashes, and said again: "A man came to me today. He said his name was Charles Xavier."

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After the brown-haired man in the black windbreaker introduced himself, Lily still had a sense of strangeness and vigilance towards the name Charles Xavier. Instead of relaxing, she continued to take a step back.

She didn't know him, so she didn't know that the name could be followed by the titles of Ph.D. in biophysics, psychology, and genetics, and she didn't know that the titles mentioned above were not important. What he said later was the key: "For Sorry for the shock I caused you - I am the principal of Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, you can call me Professor X if you want."

Charles Xavier really didn't show any malice towards Lily, and he didn't look like an FBI or S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who knew the original Hydra's hiding place and came to capture him. However, the phenomenon of coffee passing through the body before was really true. Strangely, Lily's limbs were still stiff, her small face was sullen, and although her eyes were looking at him, she clearly looked at both sides from the corner of her eye, trying to find an opportunity to escape.

She didn't find it for a while, in order to delay the time, she kept silent, and finally accepted his words: "What talent school. What do you want from me?"

Charles rolled his eyes again, and slowly said: "The students in my school are different from ordinary people. They are born with unique talents. The outside world calls us mutants."

As soon as the word "mutant" came out, Lily's heart skipped a beat: "What is a mutant?"

"Carriers of the X gene acquire a variety of superpowers due to genetic mutations. Being able to read minds and manipulate objects is essentially a wonderful talent that comes from mutations."

Seeing Lily's eyes change a few times, Charles seemed to be able to anticipate the shocking and suspicious thoughts welling up in her heart, and nodded, "You are a mutant, Lily Geers."

"I'm not." She subconsciously denied it, pinching her palms with her fingers, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

He said to comfort: "I didn't mean to embarrass you, Lily. It's too late for us to be happy to find the same kind, and there is absolutely no intention of hurting you."

"I'm not of the same kind as you." This time Lily didn't back down any more, and retorted a little more forcefully, "You're a ghost."

Such a positioning made the little professor unexpected, he was a little tongue-tied for a while, raised his hand to stroke his forehead, laughed softly, shook his head and said, "I'm not a ghost..."

He gently rubbed his two slender fingers on his temples: "I am a bit like you. I am also a brain worker. I can perform telepathy and mind control. The reason why you can't throw away your coffee On me, because I am not in Romania at the moment. The real location is probably separated from you by an ocean. Presumably you have also discovered that others can't see me at all, and I am in your mind. "

Lily remained silent, not knowing how much she believed.

Charles continued: "There is a person in our school who can launch a shock wave and almost blew up the entire basement. There are also students who can control fire, and there are students whose bodies are harder than metal. They are all your kind. In this world, you are not Alone, Lily."

Her tense face seemed to have finally relaxed a bit, but when she thought of something, her eyes turned cold again: "Even if you are telling the truth. If you didn't look for it before... looking for me at this time, what is your plan?"

"Before, my ability was not strong enough to find all mutants. It may not be possible now. But since Hydra..." Charles paused, and sure enough, after mentioning Hydra, Lily had managed to unload it earlier. The thorn in his defense is fully armed at this moment, and his hands are ready to clenched at any time. Seeing that he is going to hit him with something again, he can't help but want to move the hand rubbing his eye sockets to rub his eyebrows again, "Since the security agreement Disarmed, the secrets of Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. were leaked to the Internet in a blowout manner. Although some of them were suppressed by those with intentions, your identity is no longer a secret. Knowing that there are mutants wandering around—that’s why I came here .Xavier School for the Gifted and Youngsters is still open to you, Lily Geers."

He did not know how to send his thoughts across the ocean to Romania, just to persuade her to join the mutant camp.

There are like.

Just like her, they are also a group of people who are gifted with supernatural powers from birth.

...She actually never thought that there could be the same kind.

Lily hesitated for a while, but the hesitation didn't last for a few seconds, and then she resolutely refused: "I don't want to. I won't go back to Hydra, and I won't go to any school. I just want to live in ordinary Life. Those things will never happen again.”

The little professor didn't want her to refuse so simply, he was a little stunned, and then he hesitated to speak, and after a moment of consideration, he sighed straightforwardly: "It may not be realistic for you to have an ordinary life."

"Besides, you have a Winter Soldier by your side."

The author has something to say: the focus is on whether the little professor is bald or not (cover face)