[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

report home

Song Xin was stunned, and asked: "...Editor-in-chief, do you know my father...?"

Editor-in-Chief Luo thought for a while, and said with a smile: "I was in the same school as your dad when I was an undergraduate. Didn't your dad tell you? I was two grades higher than him in the Journalism Department of F University. Later, I went abroad, but he didn't. Your mother is married."

Song Xin's face immediately flushed red: "Eh, eh...? Then..."

Editor-in-chief Luo saw what Song Xin wanted to ask, and said gently to Song Xin: "No, it's not what you think. When you were doing things after you joined the company, I felt that you had the shadow of Ming Lian in everything you did, so I gave it to you." He sent an E-mail, and he told me that you are his daughter. I am not a person who likes to reminisce with juniors, so I have not told you, probably Ming Lian also knows."

Song Minglian.Song Xin's eyes turned red immediately, and she whispered, "I, I seldom talk to him after work..."

Editor-in-chief Luo frowned and said condemningly: "How can this be done? Your father misses you very much."

Song Xin held back her tears, squeezed the biscuit given by Editor-in-Chief Luo, and said to Editor-in-Chief Luo: "Master, Editor-in-Chief..."

Editor-in-Chief Luo smiled and said, "Song Xin, how is Laifu in your family? It's been more than 20 years. I remember Laifu is three years older than you."

Song Xin burst into tears and said with a smile: "Laifu is very good."

Editor-in-chief Luo teased: "After I got home, I took a few photos of Laifu and sent them to me. I even bought small fish and shrimp for Laifu. Although I didn't watch you grow up, I watched Laifu grow up."

Song Xin laughed out a snot bubble.

Editor-in-Chief Luo couldn't help throwing a piece of toilet paper in the past. Song Xin's eyes were red, she smiled again, and blew her nose. Editor-in-Chief Luo said, "Go home. The current public opinion environment in the United States is not friendly, although it's not directed at you. ...but the pressure is probably not small."

Song Xin nodded.

"Go back." Editor Luo said sincerely, "Song Xin."

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Song Xin was sitting in the terminal wearing glasses, her face was pale, but she still put on some makeup to go home - otherwise Mother Song would be worried, at least she looked more human.

There are still more than two hours before boarding, and there are almost no people at the boarding gate.

Song Xin took out the new mobile phone she bought and inserted her SIM card into it.

Song Xin logged into her account again, and after the AT&T operator welcomed Song Xin, Song Xin looked at the countless missed calls and text messages pouring in, and everything seemed like a lifetime ago.

She finally realized that she was truly in the spotlight.

Those swearing in text messages, those swearing like knives.

——Fortunately, I supported you so much before.

——You let me down, □□, is it cool to eat inside and outside?

- You don't deserve to live!

These text messages came from people Song Xin didn't know, piled up together, and the news feed dinged:

'The wizard incident continues to ferment! Experts are sceptical when the CIA says they will protect citizens. '

Song Xin's eyes were red again, she held her phone, held back her tears and dialed her mother's number.

Mama Song picked it up almost immediately.

Song Xin said with a choked voice, "Mom, mom..."

Before she could finish speaking, Song's mother said anxiously: "What have you been doing these days! Mom has been calling you, Song Xin, let me tell you that if you don't turn on the phone again, I will fly to the United States!"

"I've been..." Mother Song said tremblingly, "I've been watching the news for the past few days. I'm afraid you won't be able to think about seeing Xinxin. The embassy will call and ask us to get it...but we have to wait for the visa, and we have to wait for everything. wait……"

Song Xin's tear ducts burst immediately, holding the phone, weeping silently.

Mother Song said, "Song Xin, I'm warning you, if you dare——"

She didn't continue, Song Xin just sobbed and said, "Mom...I bought today's ticket and went home."

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The weather outside the terminal hall was gloomy, with wind masses pressing down on the coastline, and clouds and mist forming.

The announcement at the airport sounded: "Passengers on SU0909 bound for Shanghai, please pay attention..."

There was a long queue in front of the boarding gate, Song Xin was sitting by the glass, dragging her suitcase, everything around her was gray, with a sense of indifference most admired by modern aesthetics.

This is her life, Song Xin thought, living in the real world, there are no superheroes, only promotion and salary increase, only life, only running around and gray life.

There is a small family, two or three friends, a job that is not satisfactory but can be persisted, a lot of headaches, powerless and weak, ordinary and ordinary.

Like the villain standing next to the plane, the street vendor outside the glass painting of the church, the staff at the airport, the bank staff, the media practitioners, those gray words and gray people have nothing to do with poetry or changing the world, they belong to Lao She In the novel, Mrs. Ma's cabbage flower.

Song Xin was actually no different from them.

She pulled out her boarding pass from her schoolbag, and her phone was dead silent. She took out her phone and edited a text message to Logan.

Song Xin cried while editing, as if she was cutting off the last ties between herself and that colorful world full of superheroes and ideals.She babbled a lot, then tapped the keyboard to delete them all, leaving only one sentence:

'I want to break up, sorry. '

— Hit send, then shut down.

Song Xin thought, is there anyone as capricious as Song Xin?

Say together, stay together, say break up, break up.

But Song Xin is a girl after all, Luo Gen will probably understand how ugly it is to say about being dumped.

In his long life, he has only been in contact with him for less than a month, so there probably isn't even a splash.

In the end, there was probably only Song Xin—like now, crying so hard that her heart seemed to be broken, and she couldn't stop sobbing.

That is the first person a girl has loved in her life, the person who enlightened the girl's "like" emotion, and the person who accompanied the girl every night in her childhood; that is Song Xin's favorite hero in her childhood, her The hero's dream, the warmest and most sour emotions in her heart--flowers and mistletoe in the sun, those golden rains, poetry and the moon, those yellow roses and puddles shining under the lamp, those tenderest loves in the night Towers and sparkling waters, rivers, lakes and seas.

Then Song Xin took off her glasses, wiped away her tears, took out her boarding pass, and walked to the international boarding gate at JFK Airport in New York, where there were only check-in personnel left.

There was a full moon in the sky, and the plane skimmed through the clouds.

Outside the window is the high sky in the dark night, and under the clouds is the vast, black Pacific Ocean, like a moat.

Song Xin was covered with a blanket, and everyone in the cabin was asleep. Song Xin sat in her seat, her eyes were red and swollen, her ponytail was loose, and she looked out of the window with her hair down.

Finally...going home, Song Xin thought.

I should be able to eat Xiaolongbao tomorrow morning. The one in New York’s Chinatown is not delicious. It is a taste that has been separated from the motherland for many years, and it is different from the orthodox one.

There was also braised pork ribs. Song Xin put her head against the window and looked out at the sparkling sea.

Home, Song Xin's room, father and mother, and Laifu...

Song Xin thought, don't cry tomorrow, and go home happily.

At Shanghai Hongqiao Airport, Song Xin didn't sleep well, and dragged her suitcase out in a drowsy state.

When going through the customs, her status as a mutant caused the staff to look at her a few more times, but they didn't take any measures. Song Xin recalled that the country seemed to have a vague and opaque attitude towards mutants, and they weren't very exclusive. The atmosphere is different.

The staff smiled at Song Xin and said, "Welcome back to China."

Song Xin smiled lightly and said, "Thank you."

Then Song Xin pulled out her AT&T sim card, stuffed it into the bottom of her schoolbag, and decided not to read the news for a few days.

Song Xin didn't bring a lot of luggage, but just bought some things for her parents. When she walked to the international arrival gate, she saw her father at a glance.

Papa Song shouted, "Xinxin! Xinxin, come here!"

Song Xin immediately ran over dragging the suitcase, and desperately held back her tears.

Papa Song was very handsome when he was young. In Song Xin's childhood impression, he was young and gentle, but when Song Xin grew up, Papa Song's temples were also covered with white hair.

Papa Song stroked Song Xin's hair and said, "Why is my daughter so thin?"

Song Xin had a sore nose and asked, "Why didn't mom come?"

"She cooks delicious food for you at home." Papa Song smiled and said, "I haven't been home for two years. She went to buy a bunch of things early in the morning and said she wouldn't let me interfere..."

Song Xin forgot about Mother Song's murderous cooking, and stood on tiptoe to hug her father.

Papa Song took out a pork tenderloin egg from his bag: "Are you hungry? Eat something to fill your stomach first, and then eat when you go home."

Song Xin smelled the familiar smell in the air and felt the tip of her nose turn red, but she swore not to cry.This is the city she is familiar with, where she grew up.

Papa Song drove Song Xin home.

The sycamore trees along the way are tall, and the sunlight leaks through the gaps in the trees. The old people on the side of the road are riding bicycles. In the bicycle baskets are cucumbers and eggplants in red plastic bags.

At the red light, Papa Song braked and asked, "Xinxin, how is your boyfriend?"

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin thought to herself that I can't cry.

Papa Song said worriedly: "Xinxin, is your boyfriend real, isn't he just pretending to have such a person and fooling your mother?"

Song Xin reiterated to herself not to cry, at least not now.

Papa Song said: "I think your mother was too crazy when she found a blind date for you last time. The family member came back and still sprayed you, saying you were rude, which made your mother so angry that she almost killed the family... ..."

Song Xin thought of Logan that night, she pursed her lips, and then her eyes blurred, and then——

"Wow——" Song Xin cried loudly, "Dad, can you stop talking!"

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Song Xin's home is in a quiet community, next to the university and high school, most of the university's teaching staff live in the community, the atmosphere is very good, the location is not bad, it is very convenient, there is a T-big degenerate street when you go out.

The community is densely shaded, and the unit is downstairs.

Mother Song held a dark frying spoon and asked, "Why did Xinxin get out of the car crying?"

Papa Song was at a loss: "I—I didn't say anything, I just mentioned her new boyfriend."

Mother Song: "..."

Mother Song pinched Father Song's waist angrily, and said angrily: "Which pot is not open and which pot is lifted!"

Just as Song Xin was about to open her mouth to refute, Mother Song ran over with the black frying spoon, stroked Song Xin's head and said, "My daughter is so beautiful, so good, there is no shortage of three-legged men in the world! Don't be sad... ..."

There is indeed no shortage of men in the world, Song Xin thought.

But what if heroes are missing?

Song Xin didn't know how Logan would react after receiving the text message.

Will he feel relieved?Song Xin's eyes were red, and she felt sad just thinking about it.

How deep can it be? ——Song Xin is so ordinary that it is not worth mentioning. In his long life, he is just a leaf, a mustard seed, just like the love that he talked about as a joke when he was a student.

Song Xin said to Song's mother, "Mom, I'm fine."

Song Xin thought of that night when the rain was like flowing gold.

——The braised pork ribs made by my dad are delicious, I'll take you to eat them!Follow Xin always has meat to eat, and I can barely make you a scrambled egg with tomatoes...

--I am looking forward.

Song Xin blinked away her tears, and said firmly to Mother Song: "I'm fine."

The author has something to say: Come on, come and guess what Laifu is!

Editor Luo is really a good person...