[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

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It was raining drippingly outside the iron window, Song Xin was holding an umbrella, holding her new mobile phone in one hand, the sound of the river was majestic in the rain, Song Xin was in the crowded Internet cafe near the pier with a pungent smell of smoke , hesitated before walking in.

There were so many people smoking, and even the air was gray, she looked very out of place, her clothes were new, she spoke standard Mandarin, and a tall foreign man followed behind her.Song Xin took a bottle of Minute Maid from the network administrator and paid [-] yuan. The network administrator looked at her with a strange look.

Song Xin said, "I... I'm looking for someone."

The way she speaks has the appearance of a well-educated family. It can be seen that she is from an intellectual family. Her fingers are fair and clean, without any trace of rough work.

Then she walked in alone, and Logan planned to follow in, but the network administrator stopped him tremblingly, and asked, "Are you a thug?"

Logan thought for a while, shook his head, and then the network administrator let it go.

Song Xin had an intuition that she couldn't succeed, so she found an empty seat and sat next to a young man in his twenties, perhaps not as tall as Song Xin, who was playing games.

Song Xin whispered to him, "Hello."

The young man had a sharp mouth and a cheeky face, and Song Xin mustered up the courage to introduce himself: "I am—a reporter from a newspaper, the Surprise Newspaper in New York. My name is Song Xin. This is my ID."

The young man left the keyboard with both hands, and he asked impatiently, "So?"

Song Xin said timidly, "I want to interview you, it won't take long."

The young man snorted: "No."

Song Xin didn't know what to do, so she hurriedly said, "I—I just want to chat with you, and it won't take up too much of your time. I actually want to investigate the mutants you know..."

The young man put his finger on the WASD again, and shouted impatiently: "Fuck off the traitor! Your interview here has only one meaning, and you want to see a joke—otherwise you just let those successful entrepreneurs, Wang Renren, don't interview , came to interview Lao Tzu? Get lost while Lao Tzu is talking!"

Song Xin said, "I didn't mean that..."

The young man let out a snort, looked Song Xin up and down, and said in dialect: "Where is the lady from? Where did you come and go, you don't know the sufferings of the world."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin blushed from being scolded, she apologized embarrassingly, and then ran out grabbing her Minute Maid.

She has been scolded face-to-face more times, and she is taking a mouthful of shame, but she has never been as embarrassed as she is now.

Logan is leaning against the wall outside. This Internet cafe is very old. It is located on the second floor. There is a door on the side of the building. The rusty iron stairs lead to the outside, and the long white tiles are pasted outside. The dilapidated houses of the last century have a sense of precarity.

Downstairs is a canteen, selling alcohol and tobacco phone cards, Zhenbaozhu for [-] cents a piece, dust on the colorful wrapping paper, and a freezer full of cold drinks buzzing.

Logan asked: "Not going well?"

Song Xin nodded, her face still flushed from the humiliation.

Logan asked sharply: "What? That person scolded you?"

Song Xin nodded, and Logan would go in and beat someone up without saying a word.

Song Xin hurriedly pulled him back, and said softly, "I think what he said makes sense, humiliation is not a big deal... I've gotten used to it before."

Logan: "?"

Song Xin said: "I'm not one of them, and I don't seem to be in the same world as them. I don't care if I have a student spirit or anything else..."

Song Xin said softly, "I need to become one with them."

"In this way, I will know what they have experienced, what they know, what they feel pain—" Song Xin opened the umbrella of Rilakkuma, and said to Logan:

"——I will report everything about them personally, as I see it."

At ten o'clock at night, Mother Song was bringing out the peaches. Song Xin was wearing her torn school uniform and trousers from high school, standing in the full-length mirror and wearing a small ring on her finger.

Song's mother was too surprised to speak: "Xin - Xinxin, are you planning to go out?"

Song Xin said, "That's right. I haven't played QQ Xuan Wu for a long time. I don't know if I will be abused tonight."

Mother Song: "Didn't you play QQ Xuanwu in junior high school? What do you do when you have a computer at home?"

Song Xin looked at her rustic self, and said, "I'm going out to strike up a conversation."

Mother Song: "..."

Papa Song: "..."

Mother Song looked at Logan and asked, "You don't care?"

Logan sat at the table, helped Papa Song sharpen ceramics with his paws, and said calmly, "Her freedom."

Mother Song: "You...?"

He cut the flowerpot out of patterns, and Song Xin put a shoulder bag on her back. Mother Song disagreed and said, "I think you should take care of her. It's ten o'clock, go out to strike up a conversation?"

Logan smiled and said, "I can't control her. I can't stop what she is going to do, and I don't want to stop it."

Mother Song said: "No, it's too late! Song Xin, it's too dangerous for you to go out alone—"

"But—" Logan stood up and said to Mother Song and Father Song, "I will go with her."

Logan put down the small flowerpot that he had cut, stepped forward and stroked Song Xin's hair, and smiled at Song's mother: "I won't let anyone touch her, don't worry, auntie."

Mother Song said: "...I'm also quite surprised that you call auntie without any psychological burden..."

Logan scratched his head and said, "Song Xin taught it."

Mother Song laughed and said gently: "Go out and take your keys, come back early, don't wander outside for too long."

It rained continuously at night, and it was still the wilderness, overgrown with weeds and full of bricks.

Song Xin handed the wallet to Logan, and took 20 yuan and an ID card with her. Logan leaned against the wall, and the sound of rain falling in the long night fell on the ruined walls.

Song Xin put away the Rilakkuma umbrella, handed it to Logan, and kissed him on tiptoe.

Song Xin asked with a smile, "Am I very humble?"

Logan lowered his head to kiss Song Xin again, and said vaguely, "That's also a village flower."

Song Xin laughed, her eyes squinted, and she said to him, "You praised me for being good-looking, I know."

Then she turned around and ran into that Internet cafe. Logan felt inexplicably that she would be dismissed as rustic, because it was really too rustic—like a poster, why shouldn't it be ironed, washed, cut and blown up?

Song Xin turned on the machine and coughed twice due to the smell of smoke. Next to her was an uncle playing Dota with his shirt on.

Seeing that it was a little girl, the uncle took a second look. Song Xin turned on the computer and started playing with her childhood memories - QQ Xuanwu.At that time, Song Xin paid gold to the account, but the game was messy, and the keyboard was messed up.

After two rounds, Song Xin trembled with anger, thinking that this is a bad game to take jujube pills.

At this time, the uncle next to her said, "How long have you not played?"

"Seven or eight years." Song Xin looked at him with clear eyes, and said gently, "I have been away from home for two years, and I suddenly remembered the games I played in junior high school, so I came here."

The man teased, "You were also a parallel importer seven or eight years ago, right?"

He had a foreign accent and an unshaven beard, and put out Double Happiness on the table.

Song Xin smiled, and talked about her life experience: "Yes. But I can't help but suddenly want to play."

It was raining outside the window, and the air in the room was damp and choking.

"I don't think you are very old." The uncle looked at Song Xin and said, "It's a little girl again, why did your family let you out?"

Song Xin said, "Don't mention them."

Then Song Xin said softly, "I'm...that kind of abnormal person."

The uncle froze for a moment, then looked at Song Xin.

Uncle: "I don't think you look like you. You look neat and tidy. Could it be because of this that your family put you...?"

Song Xin said nonsense: "I was sick when I was young. It was a bone pain. After the hospital admitted me, they told my parents that I was not very normal. They didn't want me anymore."

The uncle sighed: "... Alas."

Song Xin said, "I'm actually quite tired going out alone."

The uncle looked at Song Xin's screen, the screen was covered with soot, the old LCD screen was yellowed, full of years and vicissitudes.

The uncle said: "...who is not?"

"...I'm not normal either." The uncle reached out to take Song Xin's keyboard, and tapped the keyboard on the table, the keyboard was full of soot: "It's better to touch this way."

The uncle said: "I am different from ordinary people, but not much different, but everyone is afraid of me."

Song Xin's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at the uncle.

"I can keep things from getting close to me." The uncle lit a cigarette, and the vest was full of stains and soot. He wiped it with his hand, and the things fell off. "To be honest, it's useless, but everyone is afraid of me, thinking that sooner or later I will kill the Quartet, and they are the first batch of people."

The uncle said: "My father said that I am not his offspring, but that I was born by my mother outside-"

The uncle sneered absurdly: "My father is proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. He has a sharp tongue all over him. He speaks well, and the whole village knows that I feel ashamed, so I come out to make troubles. At first It’s not bad, people who are willing to work in this world always have something to eat.”

Song Xin nodded: "Yes."

"But..." The uncle said numbly, "It's 'people' who have something to eat, not animals."

"I was driving a truck on a construction site, and that day, the place where the steel bars were piled up collapsed." The uncle said, "I smashed a hole in the front of my car, and the steel bars ran along the front glass, just like that—"

He made a comparison: "Just go through it like this, aiming at my head, those steel bars smashed on the roof of the car, smashing the roof to pieces, and guess what happened?"

Song Xin hummed suspiciously.

"There was a shape of me left on the iron sheet, and I was dug out by the workers without any injuries, and then..." The uncle took a puff of cigarette, closed the game and said, "Then I was fired the next day, and they gave me I don’t know if it is in accordance with the employment law or something, but I know that if I don’t want that money, I will starve to death.”

"In my dreams, I also want to be a 'human'." He said sadly, "A person who can not starve to death with long arms."

……

When Song Xin was about to leave, the uncle played two rounds of Xuan Wu for her. The operation was not very smooth, but it was much better than Song Xin's blind look.

Song Xin: "...Then, uncle, what are you going to do?"

"In the future?" The man sneered and said, "We'll talk about it after spending the money at hand. Maybe we'll find another construction site."

Song Xin asked confusedly: "Just... in the Internet cafe every day, playing like this?"

"What else can I do?" The uncle asked back: "Just enough to eat, just enough to live, anyway, wherever you go, you will look like that."

Song Xin looked at him sadly.

The uncle was smoking a cheap cigarette, squinted his slit-like eyes, and said, "What about you, little girl, I think you have a lot of ideas."

Song Xin said, "Uncle, my name is Song Xin."

Uncle: "...?"

Song Xin laughed: "I want to write a book, but I don't know what to write. Can I also include your story?"

"Wait until I... publish it." Song Xin smiled and said, "I'll send you a copy, the signed one, what do you think?"

The uncle said, "Write whatever you want. How are you going to send it to me?"

Song Xin thought for a while and said, "I'll personally deliver this Internet cafe to you when the time comes, and you can go to the administrator to get it."

The uncle only thought it was the little girl's crazy talk, and waved his hand to signal him to continue playing games. Song Xin smiled shyly, took the network card and left.

……

Logan waited outside, leaning against the wall and smoking, the fire dimly lit and smoky on a rainy night.

Song Xin handed the network card back to the network administrator, and when she came out, she was shivered by the cold rain outside.

Song Xin shuddered and asked, "Is it cold? I'm sorry I've been lingering in it for too long..."

Logan smiled and said, "It's okay."

He was drenched in the rain, his hair was wet, he looked at his watch, and said, "It's two o'clock in the morning, go home, kid."

Then he naturally put out the cigarette on the wall, threw it aside, and dragged Song Xin down the iron stairs.The stairs were rusty and slippery.Logan's leather shoes are not afraid of slippery, the man's palms are broad and warm, rough and callused; Song Xin's fingers are like green onions, white and slender, and the palms are soft.

The lights of the Internet cafe in the development zone were dim, and Logan asked, "How did you introduce yourself to them?"

Song Xin thought for a while, then smiled and said, "A brat who wants to write a book..."

Then Song Xin was pressed against the wall by Logan and kissed.

The rain is like stars falling into the night sky, like feathers and wind.Dim lights, dilapidated walls, weeds and wilderness, they live in the world.

The author has something to say: Thank you Yuanshan Guhong for mine x4!

Thanks to the land mines of the poisonous poison=3=~

By the way, I mentioned a foreshadowing earlier, didn't everyone notice...!

In Chapter 62, the piece of broken metal that was demolished on the Mexican border was actually the big iron sheet where the professor of Wolf 3 was quarantined.