[Comprehensive British and American] No.1 grid

Oh, suicide, time travel, what a cliche start.

Aerys thought so, kicking stones on the winding path all the way, driving away the birds that occasionally flew to the ground for food,

She glanced at the green shade under the setting sun, the startled sparrows, and the brightly lit city in the distance.

She turned her head to look at the palm of her own hand. Her thin, soft and bony fingers revealed a pale color. The pink nails were neatly trimmed, but they were shorter and plain compared to other girls' nails. Under the pallor and the tiny needle scars can be seen at a glance.

"Huh? There are no calluses left by writing on your hands. Are foreign children's homework so easy?" Aerys muttered, putting down the sleeves piled up on his forearms.In the evening, there was a comfortable cool breeze blowing in an unknown park, but it was a bit cold for the girl who only wore single clothes. Next, "Hey, this kind of technique of traveling through the own language is also cheating, I really want to go back to the college entrance examination English, how can I fix it!"

The afterglow of the setting sun and the silhouette meet at the horizon and the end of the city. The orange is scattered into different shades by the clouds. In the distant sky, there is a plane passing through the clouds smoothly, bringing up a trace of milky white clouds. The sky is like Is it the layered background of the oil painting "The Scream", or is it like a sunflower with distorted petals?Iris thought a little uncertainly, and stood on tiptoe to look out. After all, she had never been to a city like New York. It was clearly connected to the coast, but the sea was like her lake.

Curiosity for novelty came and went quickly, and Aerys quickly withdrew her gaze, well into herself.

On the flickering glass of the phone booth in the park where the green paint is peeling off, she can barely see her current appearance. The short black shoulder-length hair is refreshing and has a sense of "layering". To put it bluntly, it has probably been a while It has not been trimmed, and the blue eyes have the doubts of a girl, and the face has no youthful feeling at all. It looks like a typical European and American Caucasian girl. The two freckles on the corners of the eyes barely match the childish expression of the girl.For some reason, Aerys didn't have any sense of disobedience to this appearance. The doubt in her eyes came from this. It was obviously the first time she saw this appearance.

Perhaps the location is a bit remote, there are not many tourists in the park, and there are even fewer people like Iris who are alone. She stood by the roadside and watched a mother and daughter holding hands appear from the other side of the road, and then walked towards the exit. direction.The little girl is just an ordinary little girl, with a sweet smile at her age. The mother, whose occupation may be a white-collar worker, has not changed her suit yet. She still looks capable, walking slowly on the path with the child on her arm. Relax the tiredness of the day.

Aerys stared at the girl for a while, perhaps because his gaze was too obvious, but Aerys didn't try to hide it, the little girl looked in her direction, and the two walked in front of her not long after.

"Did sister come out to play alone?" The blond little loli looked very much like her mother. She was wearing a well-fitting skirt that had been carefully groomed. Her warm golden curly hair was tied into two beautiful ponytails. She was so cute. Like the one and only Barbie in Iris.

Thinking about it, Aerys shook his head to expel the thought. Dolls and the like always remind people of strange things.

"No, my sister is waiting for someone." Iris ran on the train carelessly, her eyes fixed on the ground. Where did she come from who just passed through? Who would let her wait on this park path?She thought so, while chatting casually.

"Sister must be waiting for a little brother!" Little Lolita had a sly look and an expectant smile in her eyes. In her world, fairy tales and happy love are often inseparable, right?

"Huh? Cinderella's crystal slipper and Belle's beast? In fact, there are many more beautiful fairy tales, not just the Grimm's fairy tale Andersen Disney princess..."

"Hey, eh?"

"There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile, He found a crooked six pence again sta crooked stile..." (Note 1)

The setting sun had already dipped into the horizon, and Aerys felt a little irritated for no reason.It was only weak at first, but it intensified, as if the flame waiting for the strong wind to pass was being rekindled, and it seemed to be peeling off the cocoon, and the irritability slowly choked the throat. Such an unpleasant feeling made Iris gradually lose the ability to perform. Patience, the reflection of the little girl disappeared in the blue eyes soon, and the corners of the lips with beautiful curvature seemed to be smoothed.

She looked at the mother's reluctant smile, and her strong wrist pulled her daughter away involuntarily.

She watched them disappear at the end of the lit streetlight.

Iris clenched her hands tightly and bent down to pick up the candy cane that the little girl dropped because she ran away quickly, and it still had a candy wrapper on it.

Ha, so good.

In the next second, she broke the candy with all her strength, the veins on the back of her hand trembled, and the convulsive feeling made her unknowingly let go of the broken candy. The harsh friction of pressure replaces

She evoked a sarcastic smile, she couldn't tell whether it was jealousy or something else, but in the end she didn't even bother to maintain this smile, and squatted there expressionlessly.

She felt a little blood rushing to her head at that moment, and the moment of sobriety made Aerys scorn herself just now.

Maybe it's the sequelae of time travel?She couldn't remember her own name and the name of her mother with a blurred face.

Sorting out the memory, compared to the content, this is nothing worth remembering.Iris is a little strange. Isn't it written in the novel that he is unwilling to die, and only those who have not fulfilled their wishes will time travel or be reborn?She obviously jumped off by herself?Why give her such a unique experience?

Iris gave up thinking about this problem, rubbed her numb calf from squatting for a long time, staggered step by step, and moved to a bench in the park, and sat down heavily on the chair without resentment. With the creaking sound, it can be seen that this bench is often patronized by homeless people, and some old newspapers that are incomplete or crumpled are stacked on it.

A question suddenly came to Iris' mind. This question was even weirder than she was familiar with her appearance. Since she didn't remember her name before time travel, why did she know that she was called Iris?

"Huh? Is my name Iris? This seems to be my own English name?"

Maybe this is the only reason that works. After all, who didn't have a foreign-style English name in English class back then?She remembered that she used Du Niang to pick and choose from a bunch of seemingly lofty meanings.

Rainbow and irises.

"Iris... Noel?" Thinking to himself, Iris said the word that came out of nowhere, taking it well, Nour sounds like a name?Good to have her name in place, then, Aerys thought cheerfully.

Christmas hymns.

"That's right, I will be Iris Knoll from now on!"

The girl happily repeated it again.

As the setting sun completely sank into the distant horizon, before Aerys could fully adapt to the silenced darkness, a soft, yellow light shrouded the place dimly.The fine dust was clearly exposed in front of the eyes as if it was flowing in the air, and the rustling insects suddenly came and went.The girl hummed an unknown tune, showing her good mood, even the cooling air couldn't affect her.

Sitting on a bench in the park, what Iris pulled was a newspaper left by a homeless man. The dry folds showed that the newspaper was old, and it should have been washed by rain and exposed to the sun. It was also blurred under the incandescent light, "Well, the "Daily Planet"?... Hey, hey?! What, what?"

Originally, she just glanced at the contents of the newspaper, but found something extraordinary.

Aerys stared at the front page of the newspaper.

Leaving aside the slightly familiar name of the newspaper, there was only one person who occupied most of the pages in the distorted newspaper with colorful patterns.

"[Conspiracy at the show? Stark's rhetoric!]?" Is this...Iron Man?

"[True gods that descended from the sky? The possibility of extraterrestrial civilizations!]?" With a hammer, blond hair and big breasts...Thor?

"Let's not talk about why the article title of "Daily Planet" has such a headline style... Stark? The timeline of this world is that Robert Downey Jr. is promoting the Iron Man movie, isn't that right? Look at the background Didn’t you really blow up a few buildings just to promote the movie? Hey, is this the real Iron Man? What extraterrestrial civilizations are there... the little reporter in your newspaper office is a living alien!”

Aerys looked at the newspaper blankly, maybe his hands were still cramping from the force he exerted just now?Otherwise, otherwise, why can't she hold the newspaper firmly?Or maybe she just squatted for too long and was a little hypoxic, otherwise why, why is it so difficult to read this piece of news even though she knows every word?

The world seemed to have played a joke on her.

The author has something to say: That's right, that's the tone of the heroine!Although the character set is a bit too [Strange Su] (yes, I set up complex novelty hunting and so on collectively as [Strange Su]), but please give the heroine a little time and she will be even more strange! (Cross out!) The heroine's personality, character, development, and abilities all require words and time to perfect her.But all the characters and actions of the heroine have reasons and situations!Don't hate her because of the inexplicable in the early stage, qaq.

It can be seen from the chapter name, and I can directly explain that the heroine is mentally ill.

Cough, but the author only understands the psychological problems and mental illnesses when he has the idea of ​​the heroine. In some places, or the plot, there will be private settings and the private settings are as big as a mountain. Please don't delve into it, thank you qwq.

HE! HE! HE!The important thing is to say the thing three times, because I read an article before that was also about the combination of Britain and the United States, and the previous one was so sweet and beautiful, but the ending BE made me feel confused. The front was so sweet and the back was so cruel.The style of writing is towards healing, true healing in every sense!

As for CP, it hasn't appeared yet anyway.

Note 1:

There was a crookedman

There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,

He found a crooked six pence again sta crooked stile;

Heboughta crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,

And they all lived together in little crooked house.

【Chinese translation】

A twisted man walked a twisted path.

With a twisted sixpence in hand, up the twisted steps,

Buy a crooked cat that catches a crooked mouse.

They lived together in a crooked hut.

This ballad comes from "Mother Goose's Fairy Tale", and it is well written, showing the life of mentally ill patients everywhere at that time.