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"It should be here?" Qiao Jin walked on the street with a travel bag on his back. The travel bag belonged to Isabel. Unfortunately, the girl threw it directly on her body while taking the subway, and never took it back, treating herself as a coolie.

After a long journey, the two finally came to Queens from the northern suburbs of New York. At this time, the two had returned to the familiar town. Thanks to Katie for the $10 support. In addition, thanks to a transfer ticket.

"It's good to experience the life of ordinary people, right?" Isabel hit Qiao Jin's shoulder and said with a smile. She knew Qiao Jin's laziness too much. Even in the mutant school, he basically flashed around, and a typical person who could lie down and never sit.

"It's almost home." Jokin endured Isabel's teasing and pointed his finger at the small house in the distance.

"Home, um... I'd better go back and take a look." Isabel's original good mood slowly faded, and his face was a little hesitant. Obviously, in her memory, home is not a warm place. Isabel's heart was afraid and unnecessary expectations for knocking on her door.

"What do you think? The professor asked you to take good care of me. Don't think about those useless things. Let them hurt you again?" Qiao Jin patted Isabel's shoulder, his tone was a little stiff, "Just go home with me."

Isabel ignored Qiao Jin. She took off the toad mirror from her face and hung it on the collar on her chest. Her slender fingers trembled slightly, and walked towards the home in her memory step by step. The small house was renovated and looked very new. In the small yard in front of the door, there was a green lawn, which looked full of vitality.

Isabel bent down slightly, reached out and opened the fence door, his pace was slow. When he was really standing at the door, his raised hand was frozen in the air, as if he had no courage to knock on the door. He turned around and looked at Qiao Jin with a complicated expression.

Qiao Jin turned his head and said nothing. He just accompanied her silently. If he followed Qiao Jin's idea and was just a fool, just pretend that there were no such parents!

The conflict between mutants and ordinary people is so big that it cannot be resolved. Along the way, Qiao Jin once saw a cafe on the street hanging banners like "Get out of my restaurant". There are countless examples of this, and there are all kinds of slogans to eliminate mutants everywhere. I have never imagined that in today's society, the problems of white people and people of color are no longer the only racial problems. The racial problems between mutants and ordinary people have been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Seeing Qiao Jin's stubborn mouth on the surface, but in fact he refused to leave and stayed with him all the time, Isabel felt a little moved. Under the sun, the girl's body was filled with soft sunlight, her gorgeous blonde hair was a little messy, and there was a hint of hesitation in her crystal eyes. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, tidying up her clothes with her hands, showing a charming smile on her face, showing her most beautiful side...

"Ding Dong." Isabel's finger still fell and rang the doorbell.

After a while, an elderly man opened the door and looked at the young and beautiful girl in front of him with confusion: "What help do you need? Child?"

"Uh?" Isabel was stunned for a moment, none of the countless scenes imagined in his mind became reality. She even thought that her mother or father saw her, and only gave her a look of contempt, and then slammed the door hard. However, she did not expect that a stranger would appear in the house.

"Well, I'm sorry to bother you. Can I ask, what about the family I used to live here? Well, the family that British immigrants came here." Isabel sorted out his complicated emotions and tried to make a polite expression.

"England? Sorry, I don't know much. I moved here three years ago. I don't know any English people." The old man's old and hoarse words directly made Isabel's tear gland collapse, his eyes instantly turned red, and a layer of mist appeared in his eyes. In her sight, the old man's old face was blurred, just like her memory of "home".

"Child, what's wrong with you, child? Don't cry. I've only been here for three years. Maybe you should ask your neighbors, they have been living here. I believe they will have answers, don't be so sad. You will find the person you want, believe me." The old man comforted Isabel softly, probably able to see what was going on. The old man who was used to seeing the parting could only sigh silently in his heart.

"Thank you for your advice, I wish you a wonderful day." Isabel choked, smiled and turned his head, covering his mouth. Even if his parents disliked her, she always thought that it was her parents. Even if she knocked on the door and greeted her with disgusting eyes and insulting words, she was mentally prepared. Even though her childhood memories were not beautiful, she still missed her parents. She had no extravagance, just wanted to take a look at her parents. However, she never expected that they would leave silently, silently, as if she had never had her daughter. Such a harm was deeper and greater than the stimulation of any language.

It was still the golden sunshine, and the gorgeous blonde hair. However, Isabel's charming face was covered with tears. His pitiful appearance made anyone feel distressed when he looked at it. He covered his mouth, ran out crying, and hugged Qiao Jin's body. The force brought Qiao Jin back several steps.

Qiao Jin felt bad. He was a mutant, and he empathized with Isabel's mood at this time. Especially when he saw Isabel's tears, Qiao Jin was angry, his voice was a little cold, and he felt a little disappointed: "Since you were three years old, they had abandoned you. Why are you crying? It's just a question of whether you know earlier or later."

"Don't you have professors? Are there teachers? Are there me? Why are you crying? It's better to be like they never exist!" Qiao Jin listened to the intermittent sob in his ears, remembering the little girl who was sitting in the back seat of the car with him five years ago and kept sobbing. "Isabel, you have an answer in your heart. Why do you torture yourself over and over again?"

Isabel's head was buried deep on Qiao Jin's shoulders, tears wet Qiao Jin's clothes, and the sobbing sound made Qiao Jin feel even more distressed. After experiencing that "moment of death", Qiao Jin knew very well that Isabel's position in his heart. He could no longer stand her appearance. Qiao Jin picked up the injured girl in the posture of a princess hugging and walked towards his home with great strides.

"Stop crying, go home with me." The young man's gentle whisper made Isabel's body tremble.

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Chapter completed!