[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

The Three Broomsticks Observation Report

It was raining heavily in southwestern England, and in the dark night, the roads in Hogsmeade were muddy, and the candles in the Three Broomsticks tavern were flickering.

Song Xin stared blankly at Qin and Luo Gen walking in.Logan's posture was like a trapped animal. After he came in, he ordered a glass of beer, while Jean Gray ordered another glass, and the two sat down by the window.

—— Among them, no one noticed Song Xin.

Song Xin dullly guessed that she was not active at that time, and often even activated abilities that had no sense of existence.Otherwise, according to Logan's investigative ability and intuition, Song Xin's existence could not have been discovered.

Mrs. Rosmerta personally delivered the wine to the two of them, and then came to refill Song Xin with some cherry water. The cherry water was light red. Song Xin looked at the glass and felt at a loss that the world was too cruel to her.

Just now, I felt that I was a bit of a joke, so I found a place to sit down and have fun, and then Logan and Qin appeared in the bar in such an ambiguous state.

Song Xin thought bitterly, at least there is no Cyclops here, right?If Cyclops was there, wouldn't the bar be demolished?Of course, the wizarding world may not be afraid of mutants fighting to tear down the house. It should be repaired with a wave of the wand and a spell.

Song Xin only felt like a voyeur. She carefully observed the movements at their table, while Logan was sipping his drink while Jean Gray gently reached out and pressed Logan's arm.

Song Xin has a natural affection for Qin Ge Lei, and Qin Ge Lei is also very friendly to Song Xin, and it is the kind of friendship without any grudges—even a bit like taking care of juniors.

Not to mention that it is impossible for Song Xin to have any ill feeling towards her, Song Xin herself is very bad at how to 'hate a person', she can't even hate existences like her ex-boyfriend and Robert, it's because she is too careful .

She just felt a little sore and sad, but there was nothing she could do.

Song Xin could only tell herself that she would get better, that she would get better.

——Blind optimism as if he was giving himself anesthesia.

The lights were dim, and Logan Howlett was like a trapped animal, with red eyes, and he drank beer dully.

The weather in England in July is like a child's face, with pea-sized raindrops pattering beyond the pane.Song Xin's mind was full of confusion, and she even remembered the text of New Concept English 2—Lesson 38. A man who wanted to go back to England to settle down had considered everything except the weather. Summer in England was rarely sunny. It was a wet holiday there and ended up back on the Mediterranean coast.

Jean Gray said something to Logan, and Logan seemed even more annoyed, but there was an unspeakable despair in that anger.

The lights were gathered on Qin's thick wine-red hair, and on Wolverine's resolute side, the flames danced, and the two looked as if they were liquidating.Song Xin huddled in the corner, wondering what they were talking about uneasily, but the voices of the two were suppressed, and Song Xin could only hear a few fragments of words: 'can't' and 'not'... vaguely Yes, it doesn't sound real.

And those fragmented words don't make any sense.

Song Xin comforted herself that she would not, she was only too tired to be so pessimistic, Qin and Logan just came to the bar to chat, what could it imply?Could it break the Wolves Triangle that Marvel has been hinting at for years?Of course not, that's the official seal.

Qin seemed to be comforting Logan all the time. Under the warm yellow light, Qin's slender and beautiful fingers pressed on Logan's shoulders, as if she was comforting him—but then Logan waved her hand away, pouring the light yellow wine in the cup. drank the beer in one gulp.

Song Xin felt in a trance that all the things that happened under their lights, across the dark porch and small hall, seemed to happen in another country, another world——happened in a world that had nothing to do with her.

Doesn't he feel bad?Song Xin thought sadly, how could she lose her temper with Qin?It would not be an exaggeration to say that Jean Gray is a cinnabar mole in his heart.

Then the next second, Logan suppressed his anger, opened the back door of the bar, and left, the door was slammed shut.

Qin Gray was stunned for a moment, and immediately picked up her bag. She was wearing high heels, and she chased out with pattering footsteps.

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Maybe it's a liquidation, Song Xin thought, it really looks like two people doing liquidation at the end of an unsuccessful relationship.

In the Three Broomsticks bar, Song Xin looked at the glass of pink cherry water in front of her that was no longer condensed and had returned to room temperature. Listening to this decision made me look like a voyeur, but at this juncture, the condemnation of conscience has long since ceased to work.

Song Xin picked up her schoolbag, which danglingly contained the sugar and quills she bought in Hogsmeade, and pushed open the back door of the Three Broomsticks. Wow.

Madam Rosmerta rubbed the bottle and asked her, "Honey, honey? Don't you need a waterproof charm or something—"

Song Xin smiled and said, "No need, thank you for your hospitality!"

Then Song Xin ran out along the back door of the three broomsticks.

It was raining heavily on the street outside, and there was only the cold light of the street lamps.The rain was so heavy that Song Xin's eyes were blurred by the rain within a few steps, her hair was drenched, and her T-shirt was stuck to her body. —Wizards are not afraid of rain, but Muggles are.

Then Song Xin saw those two people in the pile of groceries on the corner of the street:

Jean Gray tugged on Logan's shirt sleeves, soaking wet, she said something stubbornly, but Song Xin was too far away to hear clearly, only knew that she was very, very angry and aggrieved .

"—— Logan," Qin's voice was mature, and the words came intermittently through thousands of rainwaters: "—you have to recognize yourself,... I can hear your thoughts——"

Logan Howlett raged, "Stay out of my head—!"

Looking like a wild wolf in a corner, Wolverine's eyes were red, and he roared furiously: "——what do you know? What do you know?——this is——different!"

Song Xin was taken aback. Seeing Logan's red eyes, she wanted to cry for no reason, and her eyes suddenly turned red.She took a few steps back carefully and hid under the eaves. The rain shattered the words of the two of them arguing, and Song Xin could only hear fragments.

Song Xin's nose was sore, but she held back desperately, and stroked her naked hair into the ponytail.

Then she heard her own name.

In the rainstorm, Qin Gray argued tenaciously: "—that child, Song Xin—"

Song Xin was stunned, the rain was icy cold, but her pale face was hot like sick.

Being able to be mentioned on such an occasion, does it mean that Song Xin is finally an option?

——Song Xin felt a little pitiful, and thought happily.

Sitting in a corner and watching him for so long, I finally got a place in their relationship, it's progress, Song Xin.You shouldn't be sad, Song Xin, why are you crying?

Song Xin desperately held back her tears.The night was dark, the rain was pouring down from the sky, and there were splashes of water on the street.

This is progress, this is progress - Song Xin's nose turned red and she told herself repeatedly.

Then in the rain, Logan said vaguely: "—I won't be with her, we can't."

"People who are not from the same world," Logan's voice was separated by thousands of rain curtains, but he said to Qin Gray very clearly: "——Don't go on, we don't even have the slightest possibility, I say Song Xin. "

——Not at all possible.

Water was dripping under the eaves, and Song Xin's tears fell out patteringly. Her mind was muddled, she was in a daze under the eaves for a moment, and then finally made the first reaction——

— run away.

run away.

Lightning flashed across the night sky, and after a thunderous rumble, heavy rain poured down.

Song Xin didn't even want to think about it anymore, the humiliation, the pain and the shame of the secret joy just now - and the vague, clear, pink dream since she met Logan.

——The night of the East River in New York, the prism-like lights of Manhattan, the sparkling lakes of Westchester, the rose-colored sea of ​​clouds, the cold light of Honeydukes' candies and steel claws, the rolling green fields of the countryside, and the yellow roses Broad, warm back.

All shattered at that moment, all those dreams turned into mocking eyes, laughing loudly at Song Xin.

Song Xin didn't know if she was crying or not. There were no street lights in the countryside and the road was pitch black. She didn't know if she fell or not. Anyway, it didn't make any difference.

Even her mind was buzzing, Song Xin didn't even have the courage to recall, her tears rolled out, she felt very pitiful, so sad that she just wanted to cry.

But you can't cry, there are no tears in the adult world—— Song Xin wiped her eyes vigorously, but her eyes were still blurred and her nose was sore.

It's really useless, Song Xin wiped her eyes in despair.Song Xin, you are still crying like a child.

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Song Xin knocked on the gate of Hogwarts Castle, Filch, who was always sharp, didn't sneer at Song Xin, but just made way for her to go in.

The Hogwarts castle was warm and dry. Song Xin stood in the porch in a daze for a while. She was dripping with water, as if she had just been fished out of the water. Then she belatedly opened her bag.

The sugar and quills in the schoolbag were soaked in water, Song Xin cried until her eyes were red and swollen, and she threw away all the things in the schoolbag.

Candles danced in the corridor, and as people walked by, the candles lit up one by one.Song Xin drenched the marble floor of the corridor, dripping like it had just been mopped with a wet mop, it was very slippery.

Then the bloody Baro appeared through the wall in front of Song Xin's eyes!

Seeing a ghost in the middle of the night was really frightening. Song Xin was so frightened that she almost burst into tears. She took a step back and fell on her back with a thump——Song Xin's face turned pale from the pain, and the fall was so slippery. Even the little yellow duck hanging on the schoolbag fell off.

Bloody Baro looked like a psychopath, and cast a gloomy look at Song Xin. Song Xin trembled, her eyes were red, and she ran upstairs with her schoolbag in her arms.

The little yellow duck hanging on Song Xin's schoolbag rolled on the floor a few times, the candles were extinguished one by one, the corridor was dark again, and the atrium was raining continuously.

The author has something to say: Thank you for handing in the blank paper, Hanamura Xiaobawang his brother, Tang Shunjing, and Xia Yu for the nutrient solution QvQ!

Thanks to Amber's mine =3=! !

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Don't hit me QAQ!Breaking chapters here is not my intention!

Today, the grandfather came back late from the funeral QAQ, and Zhang Zhang is not in a hurry, so I will write more tonight!