[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

report from home

The day Song Xin returned to America was sunny and sunny.

The rain had stopped for several days, and the clear sky in early autumn in Shanghai was as clear as water. Song Xin packed the snacks that Papa Song had packed in large and small bags. The bag was too big, and Luo Gen was carrying it at this time.

In the airport hall, Mother Song went to print the boarding pass, and Father Song went to check the luggage, insisting on dragging Logan's luggage away.Logan said unnaturally: "Uncle, let me do it."

Papa Song insisted, "Just bring it."

Song Xin tugged at Logan's arm and said, "Give it to him."

Papa Song dragged away the suitcase, and Song Xin stood on tiptoe and whispered in Logan's ear, "They won't let us lift a finger at the airport."

Luo Gen looked at Song Xin, Song Xin looked at her parents sadly, and said softly: "It's been like this since the first time I went abroad, they seem to think this is the only thing they can do for me - don't interfere with them."

Logan Howlett nodded.

Song Xin whispered: "...I always feel that I have been away from home for too long, and they will be older every time I come back."

Logan Howlett said softly: "Normal, after all, he is a mortal."

Song Xin said sadly: "But they always tell me that children will leave home when they grow up."

"I want to go out and make a living." Song Xin's palms were sweaty, she held Logan's hand, and said softly: "——I want to go out to open up my own world and achieve my own career."

"When I went abroad, my mother objected to me. She thought it would be good for me to go to a university in China. It doesn't matter if I can't find a job. With their connections, can I starve to death? Why bother going outside?" Song Xin said hoarsely: "And that was the only time my dad quarreled with my mom in my memory. He said the child was growing up."

Luo Gen's palm was dry and warm, interlocking with Song Xin's fingers.

Song Xin held back her tears: "He said that the daughter of another family lived in the shade of her parents, went to a decent university, read a decent major, came out to take a postgraduate exam and a civil servant, and in the end all her qualifications were taken. Losing weight in the marriage and love market, finding a good husband for a girl is considered a daughter's blessing..."

"He can't criticize such behavior," Song Xin said tremblingly with tears in her eyes, "...but he doesn't want me to be like this."

Song Xin choked up and said, "At that time, he was furious and asked my mother if she insisted on keeping me by her side and raising me as a canary."

"My mother just doesn't want me to go far away." Song Xin wiped her tears: "She cried for a long time, and she didn't want to let me go. She was afraid that I would suffer outside. What about my parents? But after my mother finished crying, she enrolled me in a full set of TOEFL and SAT classes, and helped me contact professors who could write recommendation letters for me. She even checked my application—"

"—They did all this, and they can only accompany me to this place." Song Xin said softly: "The airport is a very special place. After I passed the security check, I am a person that my parents can't protect no matter what. Individuals who need to face storms and setbacks head-on.”

Mother Song came from a distance, and she stepped on thick-heeled high-heeled shoes, walking in a hurry in the bright light.

Song Xin said to Logan: "But before I go through the security check, they will protect me—"

"—I will also protect you." Song Xin grabbed Logan's fingers and said in a nasal voice, "So don't interfere with them."

Logan's eyes were red.

Mother Song looked at her watch, frowned, and said, "The two of you should take more time to go through the security check. Everyone—if I remember correctly, you have to draw blood, right?"

Song Xin nodded hurriedly.

Mother Song said angrily: "What a fool, blood drawn because he is a mutant? Absurd! Xinxin, check your passport, mobile phone, and boarding pass—"

Father Song said with a good temper: "Say hello to Uncle Luo Chang after you go, don't forget the gift."

Song Xin scratched her head: "Okay."

"Don't be childish with Logan." Song's mother reached out and poked Song Xin on the head: "Be good, and remember to call mom every week."

Logan said gently: "I will take good care of her, auntie."

Song's mother also laughed: "Okay, help me supervise Xinxin to call, she always forgets before."

Song Xin said sullenly, "Isn't it because you always arrange blind dates—"

Mother Song flicked her finger on Song Xin's head and said, "Isn't it because you didn't have a peach blossom before!"

"One video call a week." Song's mother said softly, but she asked as if she suddenly remembered something: "...Xinxin, do you still remember the song that Aunt Wang taught you in kindergarten?"

Song Xin opened her mouth. She couldn't remember what happened so long ago. Mother Song smiled again and said, "It's okay, you didn't say anything when you were a mother. Let's go."

Song Xin's eyes were red, the International Departure Building of Hongqiao Airport was bright and spacious, and the poppies were growing in potted plants, dripping with fresh water.

Luo Gen held Song Xin's hand with one hand, and easily dragged the suitcase with the other. Song Xin desperately held back her tears.

Papa Song patted Logan Howlett's arm, and said hoarsely, "My Xinxin... I will take care of you."

Song Xin's tears couldn't stop flowing out, Song's mother hugged Song Xin and Luo Gen in her arms, the sun shone on Song's mother, Song Xin fell into her mother's arms and cried loudly.

"—Let's go, let's go." Mother Song's voice was choked with sobs when she let go of her daughter.

"Song Xiaoxin, often go home and have a look." She said.

When they passed the security check, their blood was not drawn, but a form with a different color was sent to them, and they were asked to fill it out in a sitting position.

Logan Howlett said angrily: "That Robert—he really wouldn't be alive if he died, why should he register you?"

Song Xin scratched her head and said, "Anyway, it's time to register."

Logan didn't say anything, but looked unhappy, helped Song Xin carry all the luggage, and led Song Xin into the waiting hall.

Song Xin struggled and said, "I was thinking—"

Logan Howlett: "Huh?"

Song Xin: "——I was wondering which song Aunt Wang taught me."

Logan laughed and said, "You're actually struggling with this?"

Song Xin scratched her head: "Well, Aunt Wang, as I remember, she sang very nicely, but it was all about nursery rhymes... Forget about it, what shall we do when we return to New York?"

Logan thought for a while and said, "I have an apartment in downtown New York, I can move there, and Professor X should understand..."

Song Xin looked at Logan in surprise.

Logan: "..."

Logan asked unnaturally: "What's wrong?"

Song Xin: "I always thought you were poor and white, that's how it was drawn in the comics, you worked as a lumberjack in Canada, and others said you were $[-] a year..."

Logan Howlett: "…"

"You have to correct others," Song Xin said incredulously, "It's eighteen thousand five thousand."

"I think I still have to talk to Stan Lee," Rogen said.

The child Song Xin said kindly: "It doesn't matter, no matter how poor you are! Xin will always become a billionaire to take care of you! Guaranteed to offer a price that will satisfy a hero of your level!"

Logan Howlett had an interesting taste: "Oh? So good? Now, when will I be paid for my prostitution fee?"

Song Xin said firmly, "I'll write you an IOU!"

……

Song Xin clutched her head and climbed onto the plane whimpering.

The stewardess who was checking the boarding pass saw the little girl next to her, clutching her swollen head and avoiding Logan, and asked strangely, "Ms... Ma'am, what's wrong with you?"

Logan said in a good mood: "I tried to rely on IOUs to support a man, but I failed."

Song Xin bared her teeth at him angrily.

Airline stewardess:"……"

On the plane, Song Xin lay on Logan's shoulder, with a hat covering her head, looking out the window.

Logan said softly: "What are your plans when you go back, kid?"

"I think you have plans." Logan stroked Song Xin's hair: "...What are you going to do? Have you decided what to write?"

Song Xin murmured, "You will know."

"...I plan to do a series." Song Xin whispered: "Tell a series of stories, extract me as a person, and describe it from an objective point of view. Whether it is right or wrong, leave the truth to the public and this the world to judge."

Song Xin: "As for those stories... I plan to go out, walk outside, it may be a little dangerous - to enter the fringe that we have never seen, to find the lives of those we have not paid attention to."

Logan sighed and reached out to stroke Song Xin's hair.

Outside the window, the night unfolded, the Pacific Ocean was ten thousand feet below their feet, and the sky was full of stars.

Everything is different—everything is different.

Logan turned off the overhead light, pulled off the blanket, and covered Song Xin.Song Xin wore little clothes, and her arms were covered with goosebumps.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Logan asked softly, "I'll stay far away so I won't disturb you."

Song Xin's eyes were full of stars, and she said to Logan, "You cover me with a quilt, just like my mother."

Logan: "...Okay, okay."

"You need to cover me with a quilt...cover it longer." Song Xin murmured, "But suddenly I miss my parents so much."

Song Xin's eyes suddenly became cloudy, and she said to Logan, "...I remembered."

"That Aunt Wang, in our kindergarten, she sings very well. She has been teaching us nursery rhymes..." Song Xin said softly: "...But when we graduated from kindergarten, she taught a completely different song, not a nursery rhyme. , is a song of departure. I still remember the sunshine that afternoon."

Logan: "?"

Song Xin's nose was sour, and she said softly: "Mom should be talking about this song...well, I'll sing it for you."

Logan gently touched Song Xin's head, and hummed.

In the dark night, people talk in low voices in the cabin, the lights are dim and warm, and outside the window is the endless, dark sea.

The girl's small and soft voice sang softly in Chinese——

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, there are green grass and sky.

The ends of the sky, the corners of the earth, knowing friends are scattered.

"Life is rarely a happy gathering, only parting is more..."

Children leave home, open up their own world, and leave their parents to venture into the world.

"Only parting is much..."

The author has something to say: I don't know when it will end_(:з」∠)_ but it may be soon...

I was not in good health yesterday and QAQ jumped for an update... bow down and apologize to everyone! !