[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

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New York has already entered autumn, the temperature is already a bit cool, and the leaves have begun to fall.

After returning to New York, Song Xin's life suddenly became busy.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Song Xin woke up with a mess of hair, combed her hair, put on make-up, and dressed in a daze. Edith couldn't stop talking: "What time did you come back last night——"

Song Xin had dark circles under her eyes, she rubbed her eyes and said, "I...it was around twelve o'clock, I was almost exhausted last night..."

Edith: "What were you doing?"

Song Xin took two drops of eye drops and said, "I went to a certain area to hang around, and there are really too many interviews there."

Edith Le Pen screamed: "Song Xin...you——how did you act like this yesterday?!"

Song Xin raised her arm, and under the long-sleeved home clothes was a bandaged arm, with a little blood oozing from the bandage.The ball of clothes that Edith pointed to and screamed was torn, covered in blood and mud, as if rolling in a muddy pond.

Song Xin hissed in pain, and said, "I was chased for ten blocks yesterday. It seems that some people in the white flour business saw me as a stranger, and didn't know their slang words—fortunately, they didn't shoot."

Edith murmured: "Those who didn't know thought you were going undercover for a gang..."

Song Xin sighed: "It's too dangerous. I used to think it was shameless, but I didn't expect to risk my life."

Edith: "..."

While talking, Song Xin finished applying her base makeup, put the primer back in the cabinet, and picked up the eyeshadow palette.

Edith: "Earth shades?"

Song Xin nodded and said: "Today, with light makeup and a formal occasion, Professor Charles asked someone to help me make an appointment with a big guy. I need to interview him."

Edith said: "Then you put on this lipstick... Hey, hey, this... By the way, don't you have any purpose in interviewing now? Why are there all kinds of people?"

Edith lay down in front of the mirror to paint her eyebrows. Her eyebrows were high and her eye sockets were deep. Her eyebrows were as sharp as a knife and very aggressive.

Song Xin hissed in pain as he was pulled by the wound, and shouted, "I'm very careful!"

"Okay——" Edith glanced at Song Xin's thick notebook, "Remember to bring the key when you come back at night, I work overtime at night, if you come back early, you may have to squat in the corridor to blow the air."

Song Xin laughed: "Okay, Edith—"

"Song Xin—" Edith shouted at the same time.

Song Xin and Edith looked at each other and smiled, Edith smiled and said, "You go ahead."

Song Xin scratched her head embarrassingly and said, "...I think...we will move out at the end of the month."

Edith raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Are you going to live with your boyfriend?"

Song Xin blushed and nodded.

"Actually, I've always been embarrassed to say this..." Song Xin scratched her head and said, "After all, we have been renting together for five years, and five years is really not short. But I think we...we won't be like this forever after all. Live together forever."

Edith laughed: "I'm still wondering when you mentioned it to me, but we also coincide."

Song Xin: "Huh?"

"I just wanted to tell you that when our lease expires for this season, I don't want to renew it," Edith said.

Edith went on to say: "——how can there be a feast that lasts? Song Xin, I also plan to live with my boyfriend. He has already found a house, and he will wait for me to move there. But I don't I don't worry about you, so I just stay here."

Song Xin laughed and said, "That's good, I was still worried that I would abandon you. We can still go out to eat delicious food together on weekends."

Edith took the lipstick from Song Xin, concentrated on applying it on her, and said with a smile, "That's right. I don't plan to renew my contract in October... I really have always liked you, Song Xin. I was always worried about you being bullied, but recently I am not so worried."

Song Xin laughed: "Me too, Edith."

Song Xin and Edith have rented together for five years, and this friendship cannot be broken overnight.

When Song Xin first came to the United States, she was not familiar with the place of life. It was Edith who disliked and gently took her into the local society. Helping her out when her life was at a low point, and opening the door to Song Xin without any grudges when the world blamed her.

They had quarreled, got angry, blushed because of who cleaned the kitchen—but in the end, in the face of years and farewells, these unhappiness were like smoke, and the wind blows and ceases to exist.

Autumn in New York always brings a kind of bleak sky with high clouds and light, the sky is blue, and the leaves rustle when the wind blows.

Song Xin was wrapped in a windbreaker, her hair was tied up at the back of her head, her ponytail was sleek and sleek, and she wore a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose. She was dressed very intellectually and sharply.

Edith, on the other hand, was wearing a neat mid-skirt shirt, stepped on high heels, and had her curly brown hair tied back in a ball. Looking at Song Xin who was going to work, she smiled and said, "You really look a little bluffing now. gone."

Song Xin wrinkled her nose and said, "If I'm like a student, no one will buy me no matter how sincere my attitude is."

Edith: "You finally figured it out."

"I can't be late." Song Xin looked at her watch, "I made an appointment with him from 10:30 am to [-] am...I'm leaving!"

Edith said, "Okay... okay."

"You last night—" Edith asked again tangled, "What did you do?"

Song Xin narrowed her eyes with a smile, and said, "There was a desperate escape in Brooklyn, and some people really... really hate mutants and Chinese Americans."

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Professor Charles Xavier helped Song Xin make an appointment with a classmate who was an undergraduate at Cambridge.

Since he is a classmate of Professor Charles, and even needs to use his personal relationship, it must be a certain person——Song Xin reviewed his life on Wikipedia before preparing for this interview, and only felt that this person lived too much. It's tough.

Only a handful of people will mention that this Lance Carr is a mutant, but it's no secret.

——Only after he succeeded, those identities that had tripped his feet suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Lance Carr started out as an entity, with strong ability and unique vision, but because of his status as a mutant, he repeatedly hit the wall.At his worst, he was on the verge of bankruptcy—but in the late 90s, his keen senses gave him one last chance: the Internet.

This was his last straw, but also his brilliant beginning.

After becoming famous, this Internet giant didn't like to show his face in public, and he rarely even attended dinner parties. Countless old reporters with much more illustrious qualifications than Song Xin wanted to interview him, but his secretary turned them away.

Charles Xavier sacrificed his identity, and only helped Song Xin get half an hour from the big boss, and he would finish the question within half an hour, if he couldn't finish the question, he'd be gone.

For an interview, half an hour basically means...'I'll show you face and let you take a look at me'.

Song Xin was so nervous that her palms were sweating, but the other side ignored Song Xin's nervousness and threw out the agreed interview location:

"Central Park, New York, the one next to Fifth Avenue."

"Because our boss likes to take a walk before lunch." The secretary said perfunctorily, "I really don't have time to spare. He still has a queue for the restaurant at noon."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin has long been calmed down by the low treatment she has received in this life, but it's time to get nervous, and unfortunately Song Xin is still nervous—want to die.

The island of Manhattan in New York is very expensive, and housing prices are expensive, but a green grassy and well-built park has been set up in the middle of the island.

In the [-]th century, New York developed rapidly and lacked planning. Looking around, the whole city was full of dark buildings—for fear that a little space would be wasted.Green spaces and parks are squeezed and squeezed again and again, and the whole city seems to be built of bricks and steel.

And Central Park appeared in that era, that Manhattan, and continues to this day, like the symbol of the city's humanities, the weak but powerful humanistic care of the oppressive steam and electrical age.

The trees are green and yellow, the weather in early autumn is quite cold, and the leaves on the branches are already crumbling.

Song Xin saw Lance Carr at first sight—the old man was wearing glasses, slippers, and thick-rimmed glasses. He looked like a retired old man who raised flowers and grass at home. Looks different from others.

Song Xin hurried over and said, "Hi, I made an appointment with you for an interview today—"

The old man's eyelids moved: "No need to introduce, I know who you are."

Full of hostility, Song Xin pinched herself, looked nervously at the big clock in the distance, and the old man said again: "Don't look, I'm not late, it's 10:27 now. I'm going to order durian cheese beef pizza at noon, I hope you can make it fast."

Song Xin: "..."

Song Xin was a little confused: "...Huh?"

The old man said annoyedly: "I prefer to do it myself. If you want to ask 'why not let the secretary assistant go in line', just save yourself."

Song Xin swallowed the question abruptly. Lance Carr was very difficult to get along with. He wouldn't give Professor X any favors. Song Xin was basically sure—with this attitude, it would be impossible to ask any valuable questions. Count the smoke from the ancestral graves.

But Song Xin still couldn't suppress her curiosity, so she changed the question: "...Did you want to queue because you have eaten and thought it was delicious?"

Lance Carr: "There are still 29 minutes. If you have any questions, please ask quickly. This is my hobby."

Song Xin was taken aback. She felt like a clown in front of this kind of person, and felt very ashamed to even speak.

Lance Carr, an old man, is too perceptive and merciless. He didn't have any expectations for the interview with Song Xin. He felt that it was just a waste of his time, and he didn't even want to spare the time to go to the pizza shop to line up.

But Song Xin was not so nervous at that moment. She reached out and found the notebook in her bag, and said seriously: "Since we don't have much time, let's start."

The old man was even more annoyed, and even tapped the ground with his cane. Song Xin flipped through a few pages, flipped through the notes he had made before, flipped through a page, and read to the white paper: "The first question——"

Turning over the notebook face to face, or asking questions in front of the notebook, are taboos in interviews, especially when interviewing this kind of old man.

Even a novice can't do this kind of thing, unprofessional, not distracted, Song Xin said casually to the empty notebook: "——What kind of mentality did you have when you graduated from Cambridge?"

Song Xin finished reading straight without asking questions.The old man's face was stinky, and he seemed to want to fight Song Xin or Charles, or maybe he wanted to eat durian cheese pizza right now to escape this dry and unnutritious scene.

She looked at Lance Carr and said: "——Based on your experience, you must have thought of the questions that I will prepare six or seven spare cards, as well as possible topics, and you must have thought that I will ask this question Come."

Lance Carr looked at Song Xin.

Then Song Xin slammed the notebook shut, and said awkwardly: "Actually, I didn't remember this question, that page of the notebook is empty."

"Actually, these questions are..." Song Xin said with nostalgia: "I just entered the industry a long time ago. I read a lot of magazines and summed up the template questions that an entrepreneur of your status should have. I will never make mistakes. "

Song Xin said, "But I'm sorry—"

"What I interviewed today is not an entrepreneur."

Song Xin put her bag on her shoulders, straightened her back and said, "—I'm interviewing you today about your identity as a 'person'."

The author has something to say: I am sorry that the QAQ author was not in good health some time ago...

Speaking of which, I also fumbled over the manuscript saved in the pit () and advertise TAT for my own words