[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

Song Xin's report

On the other side of the world--

Song Xin opened her eyes, and there was the sound of pattering rain in the long night.She looked at the watch beside the bed, the hour hand was pointing to three o'clock in the morning, the rain was pouring outside the window, in the familiar bedroom, even the light from the street lamps was the same as Song Xin's childhood.

She opened the bedroom door, and there was a note on the dining table, which was left by Song's father:

'Mom and Dad are in a hurry in the laboratory, come back in the afternoon, the meal is in the refrigerator, remember to eat it warm. "

Song Xin opened the refrigerator, and there was a bowl of radish and ribs soup in it. The soup was stewed white, and there were small meat pies bought in the supermarket.

Song Xin looked at her meal for a while, then closed the refrigerator door, and sat alone at the dining table in a daze.

The jet lag was over long ago, but Song Xin felt uncomfortable and couldn't sleep. She couldn't sleep, and couldn't eat.

Song Xin didn't even want to turn her head, the prolonged hunger and sleepiness made her extremely exhausted.She never felt this way in the saddest time of her life, as if she was alone in the coldest seabed—even though her parents were by her side, it wasn't enough for them to be with her.

When people grow up, they need more and more diverse interpersonal relationships, but Song Xin has already passed the age that only needs family affection.

A 22-year-old young man needs the recognition of the group, needs love, needs friendship, needs self-realization, and needs things that Song Xin dare not ask for extravagantly now.

Song Xin made herself a cup of coffee, curled up on a chair at home, and stared blankly at the rainy sky outside the glass window.

Overnight, Song Xin bid farewell to the ivory tower, and everything she experienced in the ivory tower finally drifted away with the wind, vaguely like what happened in her previous life.

She took out her mobile phone and looked at social media - after such a long time, the exposure of the magical society is still being discussed, and the popularity has not diminished at all.

--Non-my family, its heart must be different.

Those people said so.

"I can't stand these people around me," said one blogger. "They make me feel unsafe in the world! Think about it, a stick can kill someone..."

Someone commented below: "Mutable mutants want your life, don't even need that stick."

The blogger said: "So I hate them all the same, do you have any misunderstandings about me?"

The only light source in the restaurant went out, Song Xin turned off her phone screen and looked out the window.

It was raining continuously outside the window, and the icy incandescent lamp reflected the rain as white as snow. Song Xin hugged her head in despair, thinking vaguely:

What have I done?

what happened?

How much weight do I have in this matter?

How much more punishment will I get...

Song Xin didn't know, she had been asking herself for countless long nights, but without exception, she couldn't get an answer.

Song Xin returned to her room with her mobile phone, lay down on the bed, and heard the never-ending sound of rain, and then Song Xin's mobile phone beeped.

Song Xin took a look and found that it was Song's mother's call.

Mother Song said palely at the other end: "Xinxin, did I wake you up?"

Song Xin shook her head and said softly, "No, I just woke up."

Mother Song tremblingly said: "Mom has something to do today, and she is in the laboratory now——I just squinted my eyes and made a..."

Mother Song seemed to tremble and said: "I had a nightmare... Xinxin, be good at home, ah."

Song Xin forced a smile and said, "No problem, what can happen? I'm already such an adult."

"Mom, I'll go home when I'm done working." Mama Song said, "If you're hungry, order a takeaway, good boy....and..."

Song Xin asked palely, "Huh?"

Mother Song smiled quickly again and said, "It's nothing, just be good at home."

Guilt.

You can't separate yourself from society, you can't extract yourself from reality.

Song Xin kept her eyes open until dawn, and then she turned on the TV, trying to see if there was any replay of Huan Zhu Ge Ge—to ease her mood, and it happened to be on the morning news.

The news in the morning was still the usual stuff, from major state affairs to trivial matters, everything hurt my heart, Song Xin felt uncomfortable watching it, her nose was sore, and her brain was throbbing with pain.

"—There are constant waves of anti-mutants everywhere." The host with exquisite makeup said to the camera, "A large-scale demonstration erupted in Taipei, and the local police dispatched high-pressure water trucks to suppress it..."

The camera cuts, and the pre-kindergarten aunt said angrily: "I can't let my grandson go to school in this kind of place! I don't even know if there are mutant children... Now there are wizards..."

Citizens held up banners and shouted angrily: "Oppose measures related to mutants! You don't know the pain until the needle is stuck in your body... I don't want to live in the same building as them!"

There was a lot of voices from the people, water trucks drove by, and some armed police shouted and used explosion-proof shields to block the attacks of the citizens, and the shields were covered with smashed eggs.

The banner read in red paint: 'Stop Mutant Mixing!Support Wizard Registry! '

A scarecrow hangs next to it, with a noose around its neck, and a card with the word mutant written on it.

"This is the biggest anti-mutant crisis since 1973..." said the hostess, "...we have reason to believe..."

"... This undercurrent has always existed..." The calm voice came intermittently, "...It's just... wizards... □□..."

Song Xin's eyes were red, watching the TV, it was raining continuously from the sky.

It's guilt, guilt, and helplessness that can't be redeemed.

How to do it?

In an instant, Song Xin lost everything.

Without Logan, the job is still there, but Song Xin doesn't even have the strength to lift a pen, she can't face it, she doesn't know how to atone for her sins, and feels that she owes the world.

Song Xin accidentally turned on her phone, hung up the VPN, and climbed onto her twitter.

There were red circles all over Twitter, Song Xin opened it cautiously, and all the comments in private messages and forwarded comments were full of obscenities.

—Why don't you die?one said.

Song Xin felt that she was divided into two halves.

Half said that you can't be defeated by a rotten person like Robert, you must be vigorous, and stand up wherever you fall.

The other half said how do you stand up?You've been shot to pieces.Think about it, Song Xin, who doesn't know you?

I'm afraid that when you get old, some people will talk about your appearance at the press conference. In the history books, it will be written that Song Xin, a Chinese, was the undercover agent that the CIA placed in the Xavier School for Gifted Children in 20XX, and the finale of the wizard. Exposure made an excellent contribution.

Song Xin stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself:

——The 22-year-old girl in the mirror is pale, her eye sockets are sunken and black, and her glasses can't hide her fatigue.

There is no childishness, no vitality, not even vitality.

Song Xin looked at herself in the mirror, as if looking at a corpse that had been dead for many years.

Romain Rolland said that most people die at the age of 23, because after this age, they are just their own shadows.

Song Xin realized that this sentence was correct.

Song Xin remembered from the bottom of her heart when she was full of vigor, she was even willing to imitate herself at that time - but whenever she thought of what she did at that time, she felt sick - wanted to vomit, let alone imitate up.

Song Xin looked at herself in the mirror expressionlessly, and then she grabbed the eyebrow razor that Song's mother used to trim her eyebrows.

The blade of the eyebrow razor is wrinkled, and Mama Song is not very good with her hands, so she dare not buy the straight blade for fear of cutting herself, so she buys the safety blade.

Song Xin's mind was chaotic, turned over her arm, and looked at her delicate and fleshy wrist.

She has been pampered since she was a child, and she has almost no scars on her body. At most, there are calluses on her middle finger, and there are few bumps.

The inside of the wrist is clean, the skin is fair and clear, and the blue blood vessels are faintly visible.

Song Xin didn't think about anything, just grabbed the blade and slashed down.

It wasn't very deep. When Song Xin thought about it later, she felt that her nerves were not normal at that time, as if she was finally driven crazy by the pressure of public opinion-she numbly took the blade and stroked it, and then cut it again. The blunt knife grinds the flesh, and the blood drips into the pool.

Forget it, Song Xin stared expressionlessly at the blood washed away by the water in the pool, and the flesh on her wrist, just like what those people thought—just like Robert Wallace forced herself to do Same.

... give up struggling.

Originally, the cards in my hand were rotten to the end, there was no point in continuing, was there?

……

I don't know how long it took, maybe 3 minutes, maybe [-]... Song Xin suddenly felt pain.

The pain was very slight, but Song Xin shrank from the pain, like some kind of sedative, which made Song Xin calm down suddenly, and faced up to what she was doing.

The cut on Song Xin's wrist was like a child's mouth, she was grinning red, blood was dripping into the pool, and the beige sink was completely washed away by water and blood, dripping onto her clothes.

She trembled and raised her wrist a little higher to confirm if it was a dream, and the eyebrow scraper lay in the pool.

Not a dream.

"...a coward." Tears welled up in Song Xin's eyes, and she said tremblingly, "...Song... Song Xin, you are really, you are going to die."

Song Xin didn't know what she was thinking at that moment, but she knew that Song Xin was going to die.She wanted to curse, but couldn't.

Only when people live can they have hope and make a comeback, and it is inevitable to suffer setbacks in life.Not to mention that there are still so many people - so many people are still standing on the cusp because of Song Xin, living in the banner, living in the eyes of hatred and hostility.

Song Xin felt as if she was standing in front of a dam. The dam burst suddenly, and tens of thousands of tons of mountain-like flood rushed in, crushing Song Xin to pieces—fortunately, they did not disappear.

What's the use of dying?Who wouldn't seek death?But the ones who are always alive—the ones who know they can’t do it, write history. Who will give alms to those who are buried in the soil?

Song Xin's eyes were red with tears, like a flame of hatred and unyielding, her hands were trembling, she pinched her wrist to stop the bleeding, and then ran out firmly.

………………

……

Song Xin didn't lose much blood, but the cut was a bit deep and couldn't stop the bleeding.The carp king T-shirt was covered with rust-colored blood stains, and the gray home shorts were also stained in large patches. People in the community who walked their dogs in the early morning were startled. Shout out for a taxi.

It was not easy to hail a taxi in the morning, and when I finally got one, I thought Song Xin had been robbed, afraid of causing trouble, so I pretended not to notice, and disappeared into the sky as soon as I stepped on the gas pedal.

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin felt that the world was real and difficult, and she also felt that she deserved it for taking a taxi in order to save money on the ambulance.

Finally, a red taxi came, and the driver brought the passengers over.Song Xin thought to herself that there was no reason to refuse the ride now. Song Xin felt that the blood supply was a little insufficient, her eyes were dark, she opened the door tremblingly, and said tremblingly to the driver before the passengers came down:

"Xin, Xinhua Hospital..." Song Xin's voice was weak and dull: "Hurry up..."

driver:"……?"

The driver was taken aback and shouted: "Come on, little girl! I'll take you there right away, my God... What's wrong with you? Are you okay? Come in!"

Song Xin got into the car, and the passenger in the car was a tall and burly crooked nut, carrying a rather familiar luggage bag, Song Xin's eyes were a little dark, so she couldn't see clearly.

The driver said to the foreign tourists: "From Hongqiao, Hongqiao! To here! 78!" The driver compared seven and eight: "Seventeen—"

foreign visitor:"……"

The foreign tourist looked at Song Xin, who was covered in blood. His voice was very familiar, and he held back his anger and said, "I'll go too, the hospital."

The author has something to say: The evolution of the carp king is complete!

There will probably be an update tomorrow or the day after tomorrow = 3 = A new update will be added for every 20 advance purchases in the hot spot!Barefoot is not afraid to wear shoes(?)