Song Xin's report

Mother Song hired a part-time worker, who came five times a week, and was mainly responsible for cleaning and cooking. Father Song was also a clean freak, so the house was spotless, and the vegetation was so green.Father Song dragged his daughter's suitcase, and took Song Xin to open the door. There were all kinds of flowers and plants growing on the balcony, and there was a new green parrot.

Song Xin couldn't help laughing: "You really look like you're living a retired life, Dad..."

Song's father smiled and said: "Dad has few classes and has nothing to pursue. Apart from reading every day, this is the only hobby. I recently bought a new parrot, which can't talk, and can only call Laifu's name..."

Song Xin suddenly remembered something, looked around and asked, "Oh, by the way, where is Laifu?"

Father Song said clearly, "Oh yes, Xinxin hasn't said hello to Laifu yet, so I almost forgot about this custom."

Then Papa Song thought for a while, and said to Song Xin: "Look under the sofa? It doesn't like the wind from the air conditioner, so it hides under the air conditioner in summer."

When Song Xin heard this, she ran into the living room, lay down on the ground and looked under the sofa. Under the sofa lay a big tortoise that had been raised for 20 years. It was older than Song Xin. The tortoise said: "Miao Frog Seed, the carp king has returned home."

Laifu blinked, moved slowly, and pointed his big butt at Song Xin.

Song Xin laughed.

Mother Song said: "Laifu is about to become a genius. I haven't seen each other recently. I even have to put the food in the basin. When we go out, I slowly crawl out to eat. I usually hide under the curtains and sofas... you Don’t even say hello to mom, go see Laifu first——you make mom very sad, Xinxin.”

Song Xin laughed, took out her phone, took a picture of the sofa, and sent it to Editor Luo.

——Laifu is already so big!

Song Xin asked while typing, "Dad, you know Editor-in-Chief Luo, why didn't you tell me?"

"Why are you telling me?" Papa Song asked, "Are you videoing with your mother, or with me? Papa hasn't had time to settle the score with you yet. Wash your hands and have breakfast, braised lion head made by your mother."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin finally came to her senses, she almost cried in fright: "Huh? Mom cooks?"

Song's father said: "Yes, I can't stop your mother from cooking. But Xinxin, you made her very angry, and father can't save you."

Song Xin hiccupped in fright, and immediately understood the intention of the pork tenderloin egg that Papa Song handed over at the airport. Papa Song was indeed gentle, for fear that his daughter would die in this sunny August, in the braised lion meat served by Mama Song. under the head.

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Mother Song smiled with murderous intent: "Xinxin, do you want to eat?"

Song Xin looked at the black meatballs on the table, tears were about to come out.

Papa Song said, "What are you looking at? Let's eat."

Song's mother said quietly: "It's really tiring to take care of the children. Those students in the laboratory are disobedient one by one. Tell me, what is the reason why Shen Ze asked me to leave a few days ago? He said he was going to celebrate his girlfriend's birthday! Then he ran away with his bag on his back! The experiment was half done. Whoever was more extreme, stepped into the laboratory every day at [-] o'clock, and had a meal after entering the laboratory... That's why I have a Xinxin here who makes me burnt out I didn't settle accounts with him..."

"I didn't want to live a few days ago!" Song's mother covered her face and sobbed in grief: "My daughter's life or death in the United States is uncertain, and there are troubles in the laboratory one after another. A group of radish diced... My daughter finally got it back, and she still hates the color of the braised lion's head made by my mother, so she won't eat a single bite..."

Seeing her mother crying, Song Xin wanted to cry herself, sobbing, she said, "Mom, I'm sorry, I'll eat..."

Song Xin hurriedly tossed the meatballs into the rice bowl. The black roasted lion head exuded a strange smell, and the thickened gravy had an ominous luster, as if blended with oil.

Song Xin took a bite, her eyes were red, it was bitter and spicy, mother Song's familiar killing formula, the taste of home, her mother must be very angry...

Mother Song said with red eyes: "When a woman reaches middle age, she just has to suffer some grievances, such as facing the fact that her daughter doesn't like to eat her mother's cooking. Even a daughter who hasn't been in the house for two years will not miss her mother's cooking. The meal..."

Song Xin: "No! It's delicious! My favorite is my mother's black roast... No! Braised lion's head!"

Mother Song covered her face and cried bitterly: "I've never done it for you before, Song Xiaoxin! Tell me, what wild woman's braised lion's head are you eating! You're sorry for me!"

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Under Song's mother's tears, Song Xin ate up the plate of black roasted lion's head in panic, even scraping the bottom of the soup with a spoon.

Finished meal.

Mother Song asked, "Is it delicious?"

Song Xin nodded with tears in her eyes: "Delicious! Delicious!"

Song's mother said: "I added millet pepper, made with old ticks, and added some blueberry and grape sauce for friendship, Song Xiaoxin, if you dare to make such a moth for me in the future, just wait, next time you can It’s not as simple as a bowl of braised lion’s head.”

Song Xin's eyes were red, and she was sobbing, unable to speak at all: "Woo, oh, I made a mistake..."

Mother Song: "It's really delicious? Don't lie?"

Song Xin choked up and nodded: "No, don't give up, Fang..."

Mother Song beamed, and Father Song hurriedly picked up his rice.

Mother Song looked around noblely, and said to Song Xin: "Okay, Xinxin, go and beat the jet lag. I'll make your bed for you."

Song Xin left the table, pushed back the chair, and walked towards the room where she had been away for two years.

"—Wait, Xinxin?"

Just as Song Xin was about to open the door, she hummed and looked back at her mother. Song Xin's eyes were red, but it wasn't because of the bowl of dark food.

Mother Song's gaze behind the lens was sharp and firm, and she said to Song Xin, "Xinxin, no matter what it is, wait until you wake up. Go to bed first, and wait until you wake up."

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Song Xin closed the room, the sunlight in the room was golden, and Song Xin's memories were everywhere.

The colorful posters on the walls, the succulents on the windowsills, the fanbooks of novels stuffed on the bookshelves, Song Xin’s painstaking efforts to grab the top 500 copies, and out-of-print sea view rooms that can be sold on Xianyu There are also photos of her since she was a child—taken in front of the Oriental Pearl Tower and at the zoo, the little Song Xin is wearing a flowery skirt, her face is red and painted like a monkey's butt after the performance, and she smiles like a monkey at the camera. a flower.

This is where she grew up.

Song Xin was very familiar with this place, and it also gave her an indescribable feeling like a world away.

As if everything I experienced in the United States was just a dream.

Superheroes, Xavier School for the Gifted, and wizards and Hogwarts were all locked out of that door.Song Xin inside the door was still a school-age child, wearing a loose school uniform, packing her luggage for high school, and her mother would open the door and come in the next second to bring her some fruit.

The sky light penetrated into the red lattice curtains, casting a bright silhouette on the star beauty on the window sill, the sunlight was like the stars falling into Song Xin's room.

Song Xin wanted to run away at that moment, so forget about resigning, the family is so good, why bother to have a bloody encounter in a strange country tens of thousands of kilometers away?

Song Xin changed into her pajamas and lay down on the bed. The luminous stars were pasted on the ceiling. The luminous stars had been pasted for more than ten years, and they would no longer shine.

She reached out to touch the bottom of the bed by chance, but found a pile of thin, dusty comic books, the corners of which were all curled up and tied with ropes.Song Xin dragged it out and saw that it was a gift given to Song Xin by the little brother of the neighbor at that time before moving - X-MEN, Iron Man, and WOLVERINE on horseback.

Song Xin's eyes were filled with tears. The cover of the comic book from more than ten years ago had faded long ago, but when she opened it, the color inside was still bright.

Before going abroad, the neighbor's elder brother packed a box of Xiao Songxin's favorite comics and gave it to Xiao Songxin, who was only seven years old at the time.

——"To the one who likes the X-Men the most, the little hero Song Song."

The neighbor's little brother said with a smile at that time.

After more than ten years, the little hero Song Tongshou is nothing more than a mortal.

It was too difficult to save the world, the little hero finally took off his tights and disappeared without a trace in the endless streets.

1 kilometers away, on the other side of the ocean:

The waves washed over the beach, the sky was pitch black, and the clouds were as light as the moon.

Logan was wearing a vest and jeans, with a cigar in his mouth, and he was walking on the beach with deep feet and shallow feet. In the distance, there was a dark, heavily guarded bungalow, with only dim light coming through.

Logan stepped on shells and coarse sand, as well as stones rounded by the waves, with a strong and tall silhouette.As he came into view - Wolverine distinctly heard the 'click' of the safety gate opening.

The place is heavily guarded, and Wolverine is a lone wolf.

A soldier in the distance shouted: "Don't come close! If you get any closer, we have the right to shoot you! Don't come close!"

Logan Howlett raised his hands and mocked as he walked forward: "Listen - I say this often, but I'm just here to trouble someone. If you get out of the way, it's all easy to say, no let--"

A bullet smashed into the ground in front of his feet, and the gravel splashed high. The soldier on the wall of the one-story house repeated: "Don't get close! It won't be so simple next time!"

Logan said flatly: "I knew it, saying anything is a waste of effort."

His leather boots are covered in mud and sand, obviously from a long journey, and then Wolverine takes another step forward...

In an instant, the bullet burst out, accurately hitting the target's forehead from a distance of [-] meters!

At that moment, everything seemed to be in slow motion... The target staggered, and his head tilted back. This kind of gun hit the forehead, and there should be only one bullet hole in the front, but the back of the head definitely exploded, and the brain burst, and red, white and white sprinkled on the cobblestones , very ferocious.

The soldiers squinted their eyes and looked in that direction, only to see that the man just staggered, and there was no trace of flowering at the back of his head, only tilted by the momentum of the bullet. Then he twisted his neck and looked fiercely at The orientation of the building.

"At any rate, I let you hit me—" Logan twisted his neck, the neck creaked, the bullet was crushed on the alloy skull, and the bullet bounced out when the skin tissue healed, he said indifferently: "You guys Also, death is not wronged."

Then those soldiers saw six ferocious and cold blades protruding from between the man's fingers.

Wolverine is smoking a Havana cigar, the moonlight is shining, the shadow has claws, the silhouette is like death, and then he rushes forward!

Three silver lights flashed, and a hail of bullets roared in!Immortals are not afraid at all, the place on the cheek that was scratched by the bullet healed in an instant, and there was not even a trace of blood left!

Wolverine hadn't used force for a long time, but he was not unfamiliar with fighting. He chopped off half the head of the guard at the door and nailed the other to the wall. The other guard raised his gun with difficulty before he died. Logan lifted his arm and the gun Cut the tube into two pieces.

Then he thought for a while, pulled up the still warm finger of the half-decapitated corpse, and pressed it on the fingerprint reader.

The door didn't open, but the screen of the security system at the door lit up. Wolverine dropped the hand of the corpse and looked up at the red light and camera of the surveillance network.

"—Bastard." Logan Howlett stared at the camera and said, "Wallace, I'm here to find you."

The author has something to say: I still ask for the pre-acquisition TvT of the present speech...

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