[Comprehensive British and American] Domineering heroine talks too much

Report by Editor-in-Chief Luo

In late autumn, the sky is blue, the branches and leaves are withered, the road is clean, and there is not a single fallen leaf.

It’s not the cool weather in early autumn. Song Xin is wrapped in Canada Goose, shivering from the cold, like a poor radish. Their newspaper’s printing factory is located in the wilderness—after all, New York is a city where every inch of land is expensive. Places such as printing factories have been moved to the outskirts.This place is relatively close to Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters in Westchester - the scenery is actually not bad.

Song Xin knocked on the door of the printing factory, and said tremblingly, "I——I'm from Surprise Newspaper. I'm here to find Editor-in-Chief Luo."

The person who opened the door was a fat woman with brown curly hair and a tired expression. Song Xin rolled in like a ball with a grunt.

woman:"……"

Song Xin said happily in the heater: "Ah, it's so nice to have an air conditioner."

The woman was about to close the door when her hands slammed on the door frame.She looked up and saw a tall, strong and burly man. He casually pointed at the rolling ball made of Canada Goose and said, "I'm with her."

The woman instinctively felt that this handsome man was not a good person, so she subconsciously took a step back and looked at the little girl who had sneaked in at the beginning.

The girl had already gone to find the editor-in-chief of the surprise newspaper, but the man didn't follow. He sat casually on the sofa in the living room, doing nothing but with a wolf-like aura.

This is a couple?The woman thought suspiciously, and then thought it might be true.

When Song Xin knocked on the door of the reception room of the printing factory, Editor-in-Chief Luo was looking out the window at the endless wilderness. There was no air-conditioning in the reception room, so it was a bit cold, and the proofreading manuscripts were scattered on the table, but Editor-in-Chief Luo was only wearing a shirt. Looking into the distance.

Song Xin put the file bag in her hand on the table, let out a breath of cold, and said to Editor-in-Chief Luo, "Mr...Editor-in-chief, I'm here."

Editor-in-Chief Luo snorted and said, "Bring it?"

Song Xin nodded: "I also brought my proofread manuscript."

"Do you know why I asked you to come and send me a special trip?" Editor Luo asked kindly: "Seriously, these things that can be solved with just one email now, I asked you to travel so far. ?”

Song Xin was probably stunned, and replied without even thinking about it: "Thinking about it, you are actually the editor-in-chief, you are an undercover agent, and you paved the way for me before, just to give me the heaviest blow before I put these manuscripts into print! But The plot will fail because I backed up to my Microsoft cloud—"

Editor-in-Chief Luo: "..."

Editor-in-Chief Luo said sincerely: "One day when the finance department can't pay the salary, you can become a screenwriter. I think flix needs you."

Song Xin said shyly, "Editor-in-chief, you are too well-respected."

Editor-in-Chief Luo coughed and said, "I called you here because I also handed in the manuscript that I put the most effort into in a printing factory many years ago."

"Song Xin." Editor-in-Chief Luo said earnestly, "You are very lucky. You caught up with a good time."

Song Xin nodded.

It was indeed a good time. After Robert Wallace disappeared, the Federation passed a bill—separating the mutant affairs from the CIA and establishing the Abnormal Affairs Bureau, which is responsible for these people who are different from ordinary people. The temporary person in charge is not Hostile to these unusual people like his predecessor, he is a very kind middle-aged man.

Correspondingly, the shackles of Robert Wallace's reign have disappeared.

Luo Chang said flatly: "So, I think, what you wrote can also be printed in the original."

Song Xin laughed.

She said: "Editor-in-chief, you overestimate me. Even if these words of mine are placed under Robert's nose, he will not be able to say a word of no."

Luo Chang raised his eyelids and glanced at her, noncommittal said: "I guess it's the same, bring it here."

Song Xin laughed, wrapped in a thick down jacket, and handed the document bag in her hand to Luo Chang.

Luo Chang took it and said to himself: "In this day and age, paper media has declined...but no matter when, the most important thing is the black and white words printed on paper."

Song Xin understood at that moment why Luo Chang asked her to meet at the printing factory.

Luo Chang is a middle-aged man who is about the same age as Papa Song, even a little old.

In their time, it was the world of paper media—they watched the paper media grow up and regarded it as an authority.But now that the print media has declined, and the circulation has plummeted. If you can read those magazines with a swipe of your finger at work, no one will pass by a newsstand to buy a magazine that takes up more space than an iPad.

But even so, editor-in-chief Luo still has an obsession with this form that has accompanied him throughout his career.

Luo Chang just deliberately suppressed his obsession, but he took Song Xin's report very seriously in his heart, so much so that he insisted on inviting Song Xin here, and went through a stubborn and old-fashioned cutscene and formality, like that It was like fulfilling a half-life dream of his.

Editor-in-Chief Luo opened the file bag, and inside was a thick pile of manuscripts printed on A4 paper.He touched his glasses, took a red pen, sat in the cold conference room, with a glass of cold water in front of him, and began to flip through Song Xin's thick stack of final drafts.

Song Xin sat across the table, looked at him, and suddenly had an idea - it seemed that Editor Luo had been like this all his life.

——Gentle, sometimes joking, open and tolerant, just and rigorous, with a thin back, he is a scholar at heart.

When he was young, he was an ambitious young man, with a sharp style so that unrelated people could find nothing to hide when they read his writing, but after his young report got into trouble, he never took the initiative to follow up any special topics.

——It has been at least 30 years now.

At that time, he was still a passionate young man, and now he has passed his forty years, but his persistent heart is not dead.

Under the ashes and the years, the blood will last forever.

Editor-in-Chief Luo read it slowly, and Song Xin wrote it very carefully, and couldn't find any mistakes.From time to time, he circled it with a red pen - that level of seriousness and responsibility made Song Xin feel an unspeakable warmth.

Technically, it's not even his job.

Song Xin looked at this older man who was kind to her, and her heart was full of warmth and anticipation.

Editor Luo closed the stack of papers, put on the cap of the pen, and finally smiled at Song Xin.

"I haven't changed a word." Editor Luo said frankly: "I think changing a word is like superfluous."

Song Xin burst out laughing, and said frankly, "That's because both the junior school and the second school have corrected it, spelling mistakes, logic mistakes, unclear expressions—"

Editor-in-Chief Luo also laughed: "That's what everyone will be changed."

"I mean the content of this entire article." Editor-in-Chief Luo said kindly, "—I like it very much. Song Xin, you are different."

Song Xin scratched her head shyly, feeling her eyes were going to turn red, she tried hard to hold back.

Editor-in-Chief Luo said: "Now I have nothing to say about this report... Song Xin."

"I like the people you write about." He said, "The ordinary people... I like it very much. The lives of those people with superpowers who are out of reach from our lives are no different from ours. This is Humanity, and humanity has always resonated with me, us, deeply."

Editor-in-Chief Luo gathered the stack of papers, put them in a folder, and sat at the table to pick up the cold tea.

He took a sip, and looked at Song Xin through the lenses of the gold-rimmed glasses, and Song Xin looked at Luo Chang with red eyes.

Luo Chang smiled gently again, his eyes were full of wrinkles, and said, "Song Xin, you did a good job. I'll give you a year-end bonus depending on the situation."

Song Xin almost burst into tears.

Logan was waiting outside. When Song Xin came out, his eyelashes were wet. He sighed and rubbed his head on Song Xin's head.

"After preparing for so long," Logan said, "Is it finally handed in?"

Song Xin nodded vigorously, looking speechless.

Logan chuckled: "What's wrong? Is this nervous?"

Song Xin's fingers were cold, and she grabbed Luo Gen's hand, and Luo Gen subconsciously held Song Xin's cold and soft fingers in the palm of her hand.

His fingers were dry and hot, with a faint smell of tobacco, and his palms were calloused.

"...Don't be nervous." Logan said: "Kid, hard work always pays off."

Those sleepless nights, those red eyes.

Those ideals, those injustices, those who don't understand, those who discriminate -- those who have no hope for Song Xin, but are still willing to provide her with all the help.

Song Xin said with difficulty: "How can I not be nervous... I feel that I have a lot of burdens on my shoulders, thousands of people."

The burden was too heavy, and Song Xin felt that if she was not careful, she would be crushed into a ball of meatloaf - she held Logan's hand tightly.

"Actually..." Song Xin said anxiously, "I might have been overwhelmed before, and couldn't sleep all night."

Logan Howlett scratched Song Xin's palm with his fingers, raised his brows and said, "But now I'm here."

Song Xin laughed and said, "Yes, now I have you."

Logan Howlett opened the door of the printing factory, and the grass outside the door was like a field, withered and yellow, the trees on the side of the road were bald, the east wind was bleak, and the car they came from was parked on the side of the road.

That immature Song Xin in spring is as far away as a dream, Song Xin thought.

Logan suddenly remembered something, and said: "Madeleine wants to see you, I will take you to school later—do you want to?"

Song Xin was stunned: "Huh?"

Logan smiled and said, "—I'll take you back."

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