Miss Hydra [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

After the deacon in black arrived, pleaded guilty, and took the two teenagers politely and stiffly into the car, Bucky and Steve still maintained a small silence and a little awkward state.

It wasn't until the shiny black car drove past the Pratt Institute of Art smoothly in the sun and spewed out the "chug" exhaust that they suddenly realized:

Oh, why did you get in the car like this?

This is a long sedan with two rows of seats behind the driver's seat. It is not open, but fortunately, the interior structure is spacious-three teenagers sit in the same row of seats, and it is not crowded.

Vicky and Bucky put Steve in the middle—the golden retriever is a sick man with a broken back, after all.

This kind of care made Mr. Rogers very restless.

Bucky usually takes care of him, even a little girl who is younger and weaker than him—the latter may need to be marked with a question mark (?), Mr. Whip may not agree with this statement— They are all taking care of him, so why should he lose face?

he!return!Do you want to lose face!yes? !

"How are you feeling now, Steve?"

This was the one hundred and eighth time Vicky asked him worriedly.

For the [-]th time, the little golden retriever answered her with complete embarrassment: "I, I... I'm fine... I'm much stronger than you look, don't worry..."

Hearing this sentence, Bucky sighed deeply, thinking of the various asthma, scarlet fever... and other illnesses that his good brother had.

Come on, come on, it's rare for a brother to communicate with a girl, so don't hurt his face.

……

The Ollivander mansion is on the fringe of an exclusive neighborhood—it's near a small lake and relatively quiet.

What Wiki said before was "not a long way to go" is indeed correct. The car they took traveled for less than half an hour, and half of the time was spent on the private path from the entrance of the residential area to the mansion.

When they arrived at the gate of the old house, which was mostly covered by forest green vines, the family doctor was already waiting there.

The little golden retriever was brought into the small guest room by the doctor with red cheeks, and Bucky and Vicky sat facing each other in the living room.

A jacquard crocheted British-style sofa blanket hangs from the back of the sofa, wraps around the cushions, and hangs some colorful tassels on the ground.

Viki slowly touched the tea cup holder on the tea table, groped the rim of the cup with his pale fingers skillfully a few times, avoiding the hot cup wall, hooked the small handle to lift the cup up, brought it to his lips and blew gently Blow.

The brown chestnut-haired boy who stretched out his hand halfway to help: "..."

A flower in Brooklyn who has always been eloquent in front of girls, classmate James Barnes, felt for the first time that he was a little clumsy.

The girl took a small sip of milk tea, but she didn't hear the same voice of drinking tea from the opposite side. She pointed exactly in Bucky's direction and asked, "Don't you like milk tea?"

Although he knew that the other party could not see, Bucky still concealed it, pretended to be natural, turned his embarrassing hand in mid-air, and raised the small gold-painted porcelain cup on his side: "I like it, but there are few people in Brooklyn. Milk tea—are you British?"

"Ah..." Viki gently put the cup back, "It should be."

Bucky blinked hesitantly, and Baozi showed a somewhat frustrated expression on his face - he lived alone in such a house with the housekeeper, without his parents, and he just moved here, did he ask something else? Questions you shouldn't be asking?

He can already make up all kinds of small scripts such as "both parents crashed and left an orphan", "family inheritance struggle caused the daughter to live in a poverty-stricken area"... and so on.

——It's all his sister who likes to read novels aloud when she has nothing to do!

……

Fortunately, the deacon with a stiff expression came over at this time, and there were a few delicate three-tier dessert racks on the tray in his hand.

Fingerbreads, creme fraiche, croquettes, small mounds of butter and jam, schlep, chocolate raisin tart, ice cream (with pralines, chocolate and fudge)...

Bucky was wondering why a deacon who couldn't even make cookies could bring these out, so the man introduced them in a stiff tone: "This is a new style of dessert made by the new chef, I hope it can be suitable for Miss and Barn. Mr. Si's taste."

He was about to squat down as a lady to handle things like spreading jam, when a few people heard Steve's unbearable howl in the guest room: "Ugh... ow!"

Bucky subconsciously stood up, and then saw the girl across from him stand up faster than him, but soon seemed to be a little unstable, and was supported by the deacon with quick eyesight and hands.

——When getting on and off the car and wheelchair, they found that she could stand for a short time, but could not support herself for a long time.

Fortunately, the family doctor came out soon: "The little gentleman has no major problems, but the bruise on his back needs frequent massage with medicine."

Through the crack of the door he opened, one could see the skinny golden retriever lying on the bed in a miserable state with no shirt on.

Vicky leaned on the deacon's arm, gasped twice: "That's good..."

Then he turned to Bucky and said, "If you don't mind, I'll ask Aji to pick him up every day for medicine, or let our doctor go there every day?"

Bucky wanted to refuse at first, but when he thought about it, it was rare for Steve to talk to the girl, so it was not good for him to decide on his own?

When Steve got dressed and came out with a smell of medicine, he faced the eyes of both: "...???"

……

Sometimes, the reason why people get acquainted with each other is so wonderful.

Before that, no one thought that there would be a rare luxury car in this era in front of the house of Rogers, a poor boy in Brooklyn.

——Rodgers, who was born in a single-parent family, is notoriously sick. His widowed mother is not in good health and has to do a lot of work to support the family.

Mrs. Rogers is a very, very educated woman. Although their family is poor and thinly populated, she still insists on giving Mr. Rogers enough education and care.

—in fact, because of Steve's various illnesses, she had to spend most of her time nursing him.

So when the Ollivanders' car first appeared on Rogers' block, Mrs. Rogers' first reaction was, has her child been provoked (beaten) by someone again?

After the deacon of Ollivander's house explained the situation and expressed her gratitude, her subconscious reaction was half proud and half pushing away.

"No, it's a good thing that our children can help your lady, but you don't need to reciprocate like this."

Fortunately, before Vicky came here, he first found the Barnes family and invited the emerald green-eyed teenager over.

Mrs. Rogers, of course, knew her son's best and former only friend very well. She rubbed her hands on her apron and smiled at James Barnes--when she smiled, all the sorrows and wrinkles from poor life were Most of it is gone—very much like Steve.

Steve's good looks must have been inherited from his mother, too.

Bucky didn't think there was anything inappropriate, he greeted Mrs. Rogers familiarly, and then became another lobbyist.

But in the end, it was the girl who got out of the car that made the beautiful Mrs. Rogers let go.

A poor and lovely girl who is blind and handicapped, blinking her peacock blue eyes, whispered her apology and the loneliness of "it's hard to make friends when I'm a newcomer"...

Who has the heart to refuse her?

Bucky had no doubts that if Mrs. Rogers hadn't just finished work and felt that she had too much dust on her body, she would definitely come up to hug the girl with tears in her eyes.

This kindness and sentimentality have all been passed down to Steve.

Steve Sentimental Rogers ran out of the house panting, just in time to meet his good brother's strange sight again.

Little Golden Retriever: ...? ? ?

What's the matter with Bucky? ? ?

……

Steve's back is almost healed after about half a month of massage and potion treatment.

In between - except for the fact that the potion tasted really weird like a vat of beer soaked in sock juice (!!!) - everything was fine.

In fact, after each treatment, Steve didn't want to sniff himself, and my mother was holding back her laughter every day when he came back.

Even the little gangsters who usually bully him on the road are not willing to approach him anymore.

It's good to think about it that way, right?

right?

Once again, the little golden retriever sitting awkwardly on the sofa in Ollivander's mansion with a terrible smell of medicine was crying.

Fortunately, his two friends—after getting along with him for a while, Vicky is now his good friend—don't dislike him at all, even if he laughs at him occasionally, it's completely harmless.

As one of his only two friends, and the only female friend, Vicky is really a very caring girl.

She doesn't have the arrogance of those so-called "upper class people" at all - although her every move seems to be cultivated by noble etiquette.

She even skillfully made her own sachets of bath salts and distributed them to him and Bucky.

Steve, who felt that he stinks by at least three degrees after each massage, would not refuse at this time, and even liked this kind of inexpensive and thoughtful little gift.

To his surprise, Bucky, who has always disliked such "too girly" little things, did not express any resistance.

It must be because Wiki's craftsmanship is so good!

Steve thought so proudly.

Their new friend is such a nice girl.

Because Vicky couldn't see, Steve didn't even need to cover up his blush or embarrassment, which made his getting along with her natural day after day.

Of course, the little golden retriever is still very sad for her little friend who can't see it.

……

So after the deacon of Ollivander's family asked again where there is a black forest orchard but failed, Steve racked his brains and thought again, and leaned over to Bucky: "I think there should be black forests in the countryside." Fruit tree?"

Bucky, who was helping Vicki string a sachet with needlework, raised his eyebrows: "In the fruit forest of my grandparents' house, there seem to be several plum trees, and they are all late ripening."

After the last time, he never found a chance to mention it, and almost forgot about it.

The blue-eyed girl, who was leaning on the sofa cushion with dried petals, "looked" over, a strand of black curly hair fell on her cheek, and she shivered playfully.

"Aji said that this season's black pudding has passed the storage period..."

But the eyes are still looking forward to it.

Seeing this scene, the brown-haired boy wanted to laugh for some reason.

The skin at the corners of his eyes and on both sides of his nose wrinkled slightly when he smiled, and two dimples were looming on his lips. He licked his lips habitually, preparing to describe the smell of his grandparents' Hei Bulin to his two little friends.

Bucky cleared his throat. "Dan and Catherine (his grandparents) are really good at growing fruit trees, and if I ask you, there's no one better than them, my friends!"

As if he suddenly wanted to perform, he was lifelike, smiling with flying eyebrows.

"Their hut is next to a pool of water. The water is calm, like a water mirror covering the red roof of the house and the gray shadows of various fruit trees around it."

Probably because Vicky was listening, Bucky used a lot of colorful adjectives for the girl to imagine.

"The autumn pears are just beginning to bear fruit this month, and the autumn pears they plant all have dark brown skins and are thin, like the wax paper used to wrap bread in Lucky Circle Bakery."

"If you don't have black pears, eating pears is also good. When you bite into it, there is a crackling sound. The juice hangs down like a slurry. It's not the ordinary liquid, it's crazy sweet."

Steve swallowed a small mouthful of saliva.

"Gollum."

Hearing the sound of swallowing, Vicky grinned, her pale cheeks had a healthy blush, and the frailty in her body seemed to be washed away by the beautiful scene she was looking forward to.

"That's great, I really want to see these colors."

Sickly pale and bright eyes, the sun and the fine golden dust in the air of the old house, and the girl with her hands on her knees and her voice jumping.

Bucky froze for a moment.

It was as if some strange branch pulled out a section of its body from the bottom of my heart, loosening the wet soil, that kind of rustling... It was like a kitten retracting its paws, exposing the pads, and stepping lightly on the tip of the heart. A little softer.

Then there was a thin "meow".

"Then go have a look."

The urge drove him to say.

"Go and see the color."

The author has something to say: this copy of 1930, actually speaking, is sweet.

But in the past two days, Dragonfly’s writing is actually a bit stuck, probably because she thinks Bucky and Steve are so nice at this time, and little Vicky, I really like them.

I always feel that my writing skills are not good enough, and it is difficult to express many things, profound things.

Then I chatted with other authors, babbling, not knowing what I wanted to express hahaha.

Probably need to read more books_(:зゝ∠)_

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