There was no class today, Edward was alone in his apartment studying the files, and before he knew it, time flew by, and when he looked up again, he found that it was already a little dark outside.

"I'm going, it's rare to be a coachman, and I can't drop the chain." Ignoring the fact that he didn't eat lunch, he rushed straight to Rustberg's office.

"Ed, have you eaten?" Sitting in the passenger seat, Roseberg asked.

"Oh, oh, it's eaten." He said this, but his stomach "gurgled" a few times.

"But I haven't eaten yet, there's a McDonald's nearby, you stop for a moment, I'll go buy some burgers and coffee."

"Okay" Edward hit the steering wheel, and the car stopped under the golden arch "I'll buy ......"

"No, you stay here, I'll go." Ruthberg had already opened the car door, "What burger do you want?" ”

"I, I've eaten ......"

"Don't be pushy, talking to that old thing from Bergman at night takes a lot of energy, and you won't get the results you need if you don't try to knock on it. How can you do it without eating? Then, looking at your appearance, let's just have two Big Macs, the new ones, I can't eat them alone. ”

"Big Mac? New? Edward was a little confused, and said that this thing is the standard fist product of the Golden Arches.

"What, you haven't eaten yet? It only appeared in California last year, and this year it began to be rolled out nationwide, and it tastes good. Ruthberg licked her lips, "Still, it's a bit too much for me. ”

"Hey, hey, okay, thank you."

"You can finish eating before you drive......" Roseberg sat in the passenger seat carrying two paper bags.

"Okay, okay. Sorry for the delay. ”

"It doesn't matter."

Edward stopped talking, took the burger and nibbled on it, and within three minutes, the two Big Macs were in their stomachs, plus a glass of Coke.

He patted his stomach, "You eat slowly, I'll drive the car steadily." ”

"Thank you." Ruthberg's mouth was stuffed, and her small size made Edward feel as if he was sitting next to a large squirrel foraging for food, trying to handle the pine nuts in his cheek pouch.

At this time, she looked like a normal human being, and although she didn't speak, at least she didn't have a lifeless sense of machine.

"I'm sorry, Ed, but I'm going to have to ask you to send me back to Newblack tonight." Rustberg gave an apologetic smile.

"It's okay, I'm used to going to bed late. But I remember you don't have classes tomorrow, why don't you stay in New York for one night? I happened to have a house and it was cleaned. ”

"No, thank you, don't forget, Judith is still at home, I probably won't be able to tell her a bedtime story today, but if she wakes up early tomorrow morning to find that her mother is gone, the crying will probably upset the whole community." Ruthberg's expression was gentle at the moment, outside the car window, the dim yellow light of the street lamp shone on her side face, and her fair skin was also plated with warm colors.

"It's a pity that there is no camera, otherwise it would have been a beautiful picture."

Ruthberg's side face is even better than her front, small and delicate, the bridge of the nose is high but not the Kendala style of the mountain root protruding between the eyebrows, the nose line is soft and elegant, the hooked nose of the Jewish characteristics also has a hint of sculpted beauty under the soft lines, the lips are thin and straight, the chin is slightly forward, and it looks stubborn and dignified.

With a flicker, Edward was almost reluctant to look away.

If Rustberg in the courtroom in the classroom is like the sun, constantly giving light and heat to others, people dare not look directly at it while admiring it - for fear of being burned by it.

At this moment, she is like the first quarter moon on an early autumn night, quiet, white, and bright, which makes people involuntarily want to take a few more looks, but when they look at it, they can no longer take their eyes off.

The light of the street lamp slanted into the car from above, which made her face a little more shadowy, and her eye sockets seemed deeper and more difficult to see, and if Rembrandt had come to life, she might have been inspired to create a masterpiece with her as a model.

Roseberg's charm bloomed alone in the cramped carriage like a hollow orchid, and Edward forced himself to stare straight ahead of the car with great perseverance, not daring to turn his head in any way.

Volvo P1800 gallops on Highway 17, with excellent sound insulation performance and "rustling" tire noise, it actually shows a sense of quietness, and the radio in the car plays the sound of Nashville, simple guitar and violin and unadorned rough voice, which directly conveys the unique simplicity of country music.

Edward was so focused on his car that he didn't dare to turn his head or speak for fear of disrupting this rare moment.

Gradually, his heart began to quiet down.

No longer deliberately controlling his emotions, just focusing on driving, his mind seems to be blank, but it is full of all kinds of pictures, past and present, frame by frame, or flickering, or remaining in the meantime, and after a while it becomes a larger painting, which is mottled and detached, and I don't know what is expressed, just like Picasso's later works.

Lovely Dehua knew that from this moment on, he was truly drifting away from the original world.

His soul will eventually grow old and become a part of this strange world.

……

The Volvo is parked downstairs in the Bergman office.

"Ah......" Rustberg exclaimed softly, "I, I fell asleep just now?" ”

Then her face turned red, and she fell asleep with her head tilted, rubbing against Edward's right shoulder, which was fortunately restrained by a safety belt, otherwise she would have slept against him.

"Really? I was concentrating on driving, and I didn't notice, "That's the truth, but his bowels are all remorseful, and if that's the case, he must have found a side of the road to stop and take advantage of her while she was asleep...... It's cool.

Ruthberg thought that Edward was deliberately pretending to be stupid for fear of her embarrassment, and he was suddenly a little moved.

"It's been a bit much lately, and I'm falling asleep before I know it. Let me see" she said as she stared at Edward's right shoulder, "Well, sure ......"

She reached up and tossed with her fingertips, pinching a few strands of long, dark brown hair.

"If your girlfriend sees this, I'm afraid it's going to be a big problem." Rustberg smiled and threw her hair out the window.

"I don't have a girlfriend." Edward Road

"Huh? I don't believe it. The people around him tilted their heads and pursed their lips, as if a small flower bloomed on a beautiful face.

"There really isn't...... I used to have, but then I broke up, and after I entered Yale, I was busy all day, and I didn't find a girlfriend. ”

"Oh, where's Megan? Don't tell me you're just regular friends? Roseberg casually said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not trying to pry into your privacy. ”

"It doesn't matter, I feel good with her, but everyone knows it doesn't work out, she's a good person, but not for me. She understands that, too, and we only know each other because of the Sheldon case, and then we think we're okay with each other. Strange to say, Edward was originally a little shy and would not talk about his private feelings, and whenever a similar situation occurred, he would choose to avoid the topic, or go straight to the scene with a haha.

But today, I said casually, and I didn't have any other emotions in my heart, as if I was talking about other people's affairs, and I had nothing to do with myself.

"So, what about Silare? I think she's very interesting to you? Beautiful, smart, and eye-catching, if you can achieve a career in the future, it will also be of great help to your career. ”

"She's ......" Edward thought for a moment, looked at Rustberg and said seriously, "I may sleep with her, but she makes me feel scared, I will even deliberately distance myself from her, I am a classmate with her, I may be colleagues in the future, and we will also be friends, but only the kind that sends Christmas cards to each other every Christmas, and I don't ring the doorbell when I pass by each other's house." She scared me to the core, and of course I felt uncomfortable instinctively. ”

"You're really sharp. Speaking of which, Silari might choose me as her mentor in the future, after all, I am not inferior in terms of making people scared or fidgeting. ”

"But I'm not afraid of you!" Edward suddenly shouted, "I'm not afraid. You're not like her! ”

"No, no, Ed, let's talk about that, we should go to Bergman."

"No, listen to me," Edward pressed Rustberg, who was about to open the door, "You're not like her, it's completely different, she looks enthusiastic, but she's actually cold, it's not a derogatory term, I think it's human nature." ”

"Ed ......"

"And you, different. Your busyness, your aggressiveness, your banter and ridicule, it's all disguise, it's all disguise, you're hot! Ah, ah, I'm sorry" Edward realized that Fang Cai was in a hurry and pressed directly on the other party's thigh.

Through the stockings, he could feel the other person's body temperature rise rapidly, and it was this that made him feel inappropriate.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to, I'm sorry Miss Ruthberg, I, I didn't mean to, I hope you can forgive me. It's true. ”

The air in the carriage froze, and Edward regretted it to death, he could swear that he had absolutely no intention of taking advantage just now, although it did feel very good.

If he could, he could cry immediately, just begging the other party not to take it to heart.

"Huh? I was thinking about a man just now, why did I suddenly go back to sixth grade? Was you bullied by your friends at the Boy Scout camp? Ruthberg covered her mouth and laughed.

"Hey, hey......" Edward felt as if something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

For a while, his brain was down, and he stared at each other in a daze, unable to speak.

……

"Hey, this isn't the place to park!" A rough shout came from outside the car window: "If you don't want to eat the ticket, hurry up!" ”

Apparently it was seen by the police patrolling the streets.

"I'm sorry, I, I don't know, I'll ...... right away" Edward immediately entered the role, put on the sweetest smile and the most kind voice to explain to the police, this is Millican, the guy on the police is not to scare people, if you don't agree with each other, you will beat people into a sieve, and most of them will be sentenced to death afterwards that the ghost has the intention of attacking the police, and the police shoot in pure self-defense.

How unjustly this Nima died!

"It's you!?" Edward froze.

"It's you," the policeman was stunned.

The faces of the two of them began to change dramatically through the half-open car window.

"Santo!"

"Edward?"

Both said at the same time.

"You know?" Ruthberg was curious.

"It's not just acquaintance...... "Santo outside the window is smiling, get out of the car, hurry up." ”

"It's a little troublesome, this guy is the cop who sent Sheldon in," Edward said pretending to be calm, "I guess I have to explain a few words." With that, he opened the door and got out of the car.

"The kid is lying on the hood with his head in his hands! Quick"

"You can't do that," Ruthberg yelled at Santo, "he didn't do anything. ”

"Ma'am, please be quiet, we are on business," Santo's partner said, in a clearly unkind tone.

Ruth...... It's okay," Edward complied, his mouth trying to persuade Rustberg not to be nervous.

Ruthberg calmed down and sat motionless in the car, which is the most standard way to protect yourself against the police, otherwise the other party may shoot at any time.

"You search him!" Santo shouted to his assistant.

The latter then groped rudely, causing Edward to grin.

"Alright, get up." Santo said.

Edward calmed down, he and Santo had a big relationship, and a series of cross-examinations made Santo lose face in front of everyone, which was more uncomfortable for the Italian who wanted to save face than killing him.

Fericher said that if he faced that scene, he probably wanted to jump off the building on the spot.

Since you're here, you can't hide.

He stood up and met the other man's eyes coldly.

This is not a wilderness, and even if Santo wants to be rough, he has to be careful about the pedestrians and residents around him.

Santo didn't speak, glaring at Edward viciously.

A moment later.

"Fxxk, you bastard," Santo scolded, a set of words Edward was familiar with, typical Brooklyn English, mixed with a large number of South Central European accents.

"Fxxk, what do you want to do? Remember the tape recorder? I have one in the car, too," he scolded back without showing weakness.

"SXXK, you've embarrassed Lao Tzu, you know, you goddamn little white face" Santo changed his words.

"Sanov Bichi, you have disgraced the laws of the United States! You coward who doesn't dare tell the truth. Edward sneered, this is Brooklyn's civil war.

With a "bang", attracting Edward's attention, Santo's partner took out two metal baseball bats from the trunk of the police car and slammed them on the ground, "Hey, boss, we're Italians, let's work according to the rules!" ”

"That's right, men don't rely on rhetoric," Santo said, picking up a bat.

Edward subconsciously took a step back, blocking in front of the co-pilot's window...... "Damn, did these two bastards take the wrong medicine today?" He cursed in his heart, and cold sweat fell from his forehead.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind his back and pushed Edward aside, and he was about to say, "It's okay, I'll do it," when he heard a crackling burst from the car.

"Fxxk, I'm going to find your boss and sue you for being a bitch! FXXK, my mother has been in Yale for so many years, but no one has done this to me! A high-pitched female voice burst out of the car, "Before the matter is too big, get out of here!" Or let the legal counsel in your bureau crawl over to meet the old lady! ”

Edward and Santo almost fainted at the same time, and Rustberg wore a professional suit, neat hairstyle, and a decent light makeup on her face, dressed as a standard elite.

But the opening is indeed the standard Brooklyn accent, even more mellow than Santo's.

Girls who usually speak in this tone are more difficult than mafia, this is a special tone for black aunts who are over fifty years old, 180 tall and weigh 300 pounds, this black aunt is the most terrifying creature in Brooklyn, bare-handed combat power is off the charts, if you use equipment - at least a knife under three inches is basically not a threat to them, and once you are close, the black aunt will immediately turn into a cruel grappling guard on the court.

In short, this is a creature that both black and white know must not be messed with.

But no matter how you look at it, Rushberg doesn't have that terrifying combat power and deterrence.

Santo and his assistant were stunned on the spot with a look of lightning on their faces.

Rustberg got out of the car, instantly returned to an elegant Kochi woman, lightly took out a business card from her satchel and handed it over, and said, "This is my business card, I hired him to drive today, so if you have any questions, please talk to me directly." ”

This time, none of the plosives were gone, replaced by the Oxford-accented pronunciation that was popular in New York.

Her rapid switch between the two states made Edward feel more and more that this woman was really unfathomable.

"Ahahahaha," Santo and his assistant burst out laughing.

Now it was Rustberg and Edward's turn dumbfounded.

"Boy, I like you, even though you've made me a big disgrace and made me a joke in New York. But you know, the police never laughed at me for it. ”

“？！！”

"Sheldon is my informant, but I can swear to God, I don't want to see him go to jail! Really, you know that we Italians all believe in God! Even those things that forced him to testify were damned by F on my head. Yes, Sheldon's bastard deserves to go to jail, that's because he did it to himself, he deserves it, who let him have no brains to make a bomb! But! He shouldn't go to jail for not wanting to betray his friends, you know, Jewish boy! ”

"Hey, did you learn your brain badly in law school?!" Santo's partner was also making strange noises beside him.

"Hey, hey, what's the matter, NR fuck off." Santo yelled at the blacks on the side of the road who were poking their brains out, and the latter immediately slipped away with his neck against the corner.

"Uh......" Edward's brain is still down, there are a lot of accidents that happened today, which makes him feel very unreal, he would rather it be a dream, wake up and touch his phone, find that it is only three o'clock in the morning, and then throw the phone on the bedside table, and then continue to sleep.

But apparently this is not a dream.

Santo's Brooklyn accent sounded again, accompanied by a splash of spittle, "Sheldon is confused, but a man, unwilling to betray his friends, there are not many such fools now!" Lao Tzu has never seen anything, for the sake of two grams of leaves to kill his buddies with one knife, Sheldon, this idiot is so righteous, and it is really fxxk is admirable. Forcing him to report his friends, this lack of morality should be blamed on the bullshit government, it is their problem. The old men don't know what the people below want to do, they just want political performance, and then go to fool the voters. ”

"It seems that they are trying to keep the United States safe, but in fact, they have trampled on the justice and virtue in the hearts of the people, and then the media they control have taken the opportunity to brainwash. I'm an Italian growing up in Brooklyn, and all I know is to talk about buddy righteousness, and whoever doesn't betray his brother today can play for the United States and the enemy tomorrow. In turn, the guys who are informants for the government, if one morning New York turns into Prague, then they will be the first scumbags to swear allegiance. Santo said impassionedly, dancing with his hands.

Edward felt that his expression was naturally not fake, so he had to believe that the other party really thought so.

At this time, the radio in the police car went off, and Santo's partner quickly ran to pick up the headphones, and then quickly ran back to Santo's side and whispered a few words to him.

"Alright, we should go, but we can't really park here. You turn left in a moment and there is underground parking at the first intersection. ”

Santo and his partner walked to their police car, "By the way, that was revenge, you know, now the police force has an 'Sheldon Criterion', and the police must search him before he speaks, and prepare for anti-eavesdropping, damn it, because of you!" FXXK, fuck it, I'd rather go to hell to work! So, Jewish boy, we're evening things out this time. ”

"I'm sorry," Edward shrugged, as a straight man he could understand the other party's resentment, if this happened to him...... He subconsciously shuddered......

But if that were to say, Carl Wright would probably cry and be a police officer when he learned the news? He must be happy.

"By the way, say hello to Sheldon for me, just say what Santo said, he's a jerk, but a good bastard with a sense of morality, and by the way, ask him, did he fuck have an Italian boyfriend before? Otherwise pure Jews can't be as stupid as he is! ”

"Okay, I'll pass it on," Edward replied helplessly, a smile on his face, "Goodbye"

"Goodbye" Santo and his partner sat left and right into the police car, one foot on the accelerator, smooth sliding, the police car quickly turned around in a very small space, Santo sat in the passenger seat, rolled the window and shouted "Thank you, boy, you will be a good lawyer, and your girlfriend is so beautiful!" And it's a lot of energy, but let me warn you, Brooklyn girls are never easy to mess with! It doesn't matter if it's in the car or in bed! They carry knives at all times! Goodbye and good luck kid! The next time you search your body, I hope your balls are still there! ”

The sirens went off......

Rustberg rolled down the window and gave Santobi a middle finger, but it was too late.

Santo and his partner laughed, gave Rustberg a middle finger in advance, and then got into the car and drove away.

Yale's elite female professor's face was pale with anger, but she was helpless.

And Edward, who started this conflict, is still dumbfounded.

This scene and characters are cut too fast, right, and why did the character design suddenly collapse?

Thinking of this, he turned his head, only to see Rustberg leaning against the car, cursing in the direction of Santo's departure.

Although he couldn't hear it clearly, Edward knew that it was definitely pure Brooklyn accent and grammar.

"Uh......" He didn't know how to speak, Rustberg seemed to be still immersed in the excitement of the professor becoming a sister, just found that the atmosphere didn't seem right, and saw Edward looking at him with a strange look on his face, and suddenly got embarrassed, "Uh......"

The two looked at each other for a full ten seconds, and finally they couldn't help it, and they laughed at each other.

"You know, I had a knife with me until I left New York for Harvard." Rustberg shrugged.

"Of course, all the girls in Brooklyn are like that," Edward was surprised, but then he thought of what Santo had just said about the Brooklyn girl, and he didn't know what to say.

And Ruthberg is also embarrassed, as if cheating on a student caught by a teacher.

"Ed, Ed, are you alright! I've already had people call Kabamazepin. ”

Edward hurriedly looked, only to see Ferichet hurrying with a few people, followed by a thief-eyed black brother.

"This kid is Tiago's younger brother, and I saw you and Santo's bastard face up just now, so I hurriedly came to report the news."

"It seems that you are really popular here," Ruthberg teased, "the police admire you, and the gang members actually called the lawyer for you." ”

Edward scratched his head, "Probably because I'm more likable." ”

"Hahahaha," Roseberg laughed very presumptuously.

At this time, Ferichet ran up to him.

"Ferichet, I'm fine, a little holiday with Santo, but I just said it, thank you for coming!" Edward was very excited and went up to give the other man a punch.

Feriche didn't hide, and took it without care, "Fxxk, Jewish child, you can't do it with this strength!"

"I'm really grateful!" Edward hugged him.

He was moved, Fericher is a gang member who has registered with the police, and he usually sees the police like a mouse sees a cat, and he can't hide, so he will hear him and Santo line up and rush over directly, instead of waiting for Camamazein to arrive before appearing, this friendship is real.

"Hehe, let go of me, what to do, what to do, it will make people laugh!" Fetcher struggled.

"Santo also said just now that Italians attach great importance to brotherhood, and he is right!" Edward.

"Huh? FXXXK That Bastard Really Said That? ”

"Yes," Edward said briefly.

Fericher was relieved, and suddenly a big smile appeared on his face.

Edward knew that this guy was in Italy, and he would be happy to see a girl, whether she was beautiful or not—no bad intentions, just plain happy.

"Hey, Ed, tell me about your new girlfriend? It's beautiful! ”

"Don't, don't, Ferricht, tap, this is my constitutional law teacher, Miss Rushberg," Edward was embarrassed.

"Miss Ruthberg, this is Feliche Nizzo, my friend."

"Hello"

"Hello, I didn't expect that there would be such a young and beautiful law professor, God is so unfair." Ferricher continued to spoil in his mouth.

"Hehe, can you save me some face, whether I can pass the end of the semester or not is in his hands!" Edward whispered.

"I'm sorry," Féricher bowed to Rustberg with his right hand on his chest, and then dragged Edward a few steps.

"Hey, what are you doing, sneaky, I still have something!" Edward grumbled.

"Listen to my brother, don't care if the teacher is not a teacher, this girl is absolutely interesting to you, if you make a move now, you will definitely be able to win it! Believe me! ”

"You don't come."

Ferry was anxious, "I'm not as good as you in court, but you have to listen to me when it comes to sleeping with girls." This girl is absolutely in love with you, her eyes are watery, the corners of her mouth seem to be smiling, absolutely, absolutely fxxk is interesting to you. Don't be cowardly, don't embarrass our Polo Park community, you know!? What bullshit Yale, the prettiest girl hasn't been fucked by our Brooklyn kids! Everybody's looking at you! ”

"Okay, I got it...... I know! Edward said perfunctorily

"It's pretty much the same, remember that although the girls don't look the same, they all have the same thoughts. In short, if you are short of money and a car, tell me, if there is another kid who beats her mind, you also tell me, Lao Tzu will break one of his legs. ”

"Okay, okay, don't worry, don't worry, I have a crush on her, I will definitely take it, I will definitely take it" Edward was so frightened that he hurriedly babbled nonsense first, so that he could send Ferichet away first, otherwise God knows what else this guy would say.

It was Féricet's "work" time, and the gambling stalls and call stations had started to work, and he couldn't stay on the street for long, so he had to rush to the yard to make his rounds.

So he praised Roseberg for her beauty, and then reluctantly said goodbye to them, and walked away with his men.

"Is that guy acquainted with you?" Ruthberg asked with a smirk.

"Uh...... He's a pretty good guy," Edward replied with sweat on his forehead.

Fericht's loud voice is excellent for collecting protection money or watching the scene, but it is not good to use it to whisper, although he took a few steps to himself just now, Edward suspected that those words should have been heard clearly by Rustberg, and he was weak at the moment.

"Uh-huh." Ruthberg was noncommittal, just glanced at it.

"Sure enough, my eyes are watery," Edward's mood improved inexplicably.

"But, Miss Ruthberg, what are we going to talk to Bergman about today?"

"On the question of your eligibility to appear in court."

"What does this have to do with him?"

"Of course it's related, when the time comes, you can just follow me, understand?"

"Okay."