"I burned it for my grandfather" Of course, he didn't dare to say this, even if he knew that Meghan would never say it.

"I'm a little guilty, if I hadn't taken on this case, he might not have died so quickly, of course he would have died in a state prison...... But at least than being beaten on the streets...... Oh...... Strong ...... from being hit by a stray bullet"

It's a joke, and it's not a lie.

As a traveler who grew up under the red flag and was born in New China, he experienced a complete nine-year compulsory education system and a corresponding university education, although this system has various problems, and in some aspects there are obvious anachronisms, but in terms of morality.

Putting aside quotation marks, in true moral education, Edward, like thousands of his peers, had a seemingly ridiculous but extremely simple sense of justice, and carried it into his daily words and deeds at all times.

For example, you can't harm others and benefit yourself, let alone sacrifice others for your own interests, and you are not opposed to sacrifice for your countrymen, but the object of sacrifice can only be yourself, and resources are sacrificed in order to achieve lofty goals.

Although he secretly rejoiced at the death of Bergman and his son, it was inevitable that he would not sleep well in the dead of night.

Atheists suffer from poor sleep because of the problem of dead people, and that only says one thing...... There are ghosts in my heart.

"It sounds a bit self-anesthetized and deceitful, but you probably want to use this ritual to alleviate your guilt?" Megan tilted her head and said after thinking about it.

Edward nodded silently, "Probably, I now really understand why Judaism has a Yom Kippur ritual...... I used to think it was hypocritical, but now I really want to have another Yom Kippur soon......"

"Sounds like you're a little unhappy with Jewish ancestry? Compared to your other half of Chinese ancestry? ”

"Probably...... I never had much affinity with Judea. "Edward Spreads" Although I live in the Jewish community...... On the contrary, I have a good impression of a country that I have never been exposed to......"

"Okay, call me in advance the next time you burn paper......" Megan suddenly became excited.

"What are you going to do? This, this is not fun......"

"I'll bring a film crew...... Speaking of which, this should be a good folklore event, right? Of course, this behavior itself is not a big deal, but I can find a bunch of experts and professors to talk about the philosophical ideas and life attitudes hidden behind the behavior, I think this should be something that some people will be willing to see......"

"FAKE NEWS REALLY DIDN'T TREAT YOU BADLY, AND YOU CAN STILL THINK OF MAKING A SHOW AT THIS TIME." Edward smiled and leaned down again.

"At a time like this? When is this? Meghan wrapped her backhand around his neck and her lips against his earlobe.

"What do you say...... Let you know how good it is today......"

Suddenly, he felt out of breath, Meghan's arms tightened, and then a word by word question came from his ear: "Damn, don't do this with my mother!" Where did the burned paper come from?! ”

"Buy...... Bought! ”

"Where did you buy it?"

"Don ...... Chinatown...... You, you let go ......"

"Bastard, buying paper money is an excuse, you're going to sell medicine again, right? Don't play smart with me, you just have medicine, and I won't let you get out of bed today! I've been to the show a few times in Chinatown, and the paper shop is right next to the drugstore! ”

Meghan stood up and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, "You know, it's like doping at an Olympic game, you damn guy!" It's cheating! You're going to pay for it! I swear! ”

Edward's legs went limp, and he fell to the ground.

Meghan scooped him up by the ankles, held them firmly in her hands, and dragged him to the lounge on the first floor, where there was a comfortable soft bed, although the sofa in the living room was nice.

However, it is made of leather, which is particularly slippery, especially when the leather touches the leather, a careless person will not grasp the posture well and fall to the ground.

Megan herself doesn't care, her motor cells are extremely strong, her reflexes are developed, and she can always adjust her physical state in time when necessary.

But she knew that the other party couldn't do it, especially in this situation today, this guy would fall into a semi-comatose state in a while, and could only act completely on instinct, and at this time, the thing fell off the sofa, and it might break his neck......

"The Queen spares her life...... No, no, you can't do this, I'm not ready, we, we should brew feelings first! I love you, my dear! ”

Someone's upper body was being dragged on the ground, babbling gibberish and pleading.

However, the perpetrator did not relent, "Damn it...... Accept your fate, I won't give you a chance to leave my sight to take drugs until you surrender completely...... I'm going to go into battle and let you know what fair play is and what is the cruelty of competitive sports! ”

"No, no, I, my dear, good to discuss, everything is negotiable, I will submit to you now...... We are between, it's not necessary, it's not necessary, think about it between Mi and Russia, then you live and die, right? ”

"Huh," Meghan looked back at him with a smile, "huh?" ”

She licked her lips, "Surrender depends on action......"

……

Finally sent Megan away, Edward slumped on the sofa tremblingly, holding the hot cocoa in his hand.

This is what Meghan specially rushed for him before leaving.

"...... I can't live this day, and if I continue like this, I will die young...... Megan, this girl is good in everything, but she is too playful...... The chandelier was put on three times today...... No, no, next time, I must resolutely stop her bad hobby, but the skills in her mouth and hands are really good......"

…… Although this kind of day is not easy, it is also quite leisurely, mainly because there is no defense of the feeling of being like the big sword of Damocles hanging over the head, although the study is heavy, but after all, it is for people, and their brains are really not covered, as long as they use dim sum homework, they will not be bad.

As for the ant relocation of Bergman's estate, he basically didn't have to do anything.

The announcement that day did not cause much uproar, and it was expected that the vultures of Millican would be able to obscure the sun-shining Fourth Power (the right of media oversight) as they hovered.

But there are also unpleasant places, I don't know why, the New York Times seems to have taken the wrong medicine, and the manuscripts against Edward are one after another.

At first, it was better, but he dared to go to court if he was not good at learning, and the more he talked about it in the future, the more outrageous it became, and even explicitly and secretly said that he bought a murderer to kill Bergman and his son.

Edward also took it as a joke at the beginning, after all, in the United States, it is common to be slandered by the media.

On the other hand, if a person has never been made a big news story by a Western journalist in his life, it means that he is really not very good and is not worthy of being the successor of capitalist society.

But with the latter accusations appearing that seem to be "out of nowhere", Edward can't sit still.

After all, he is young, and he is still a little bit of a thief.

He was afraid that as soon as the newspaper publicized it, there would be good reporters who would continue to dig down the matter, and then it would be ugly.

To this end, he considered defending his innocence through the law.

When he confided the idea to Rushberg, he suggested that he abandon the whimsical idea.

"What? I can only watch the New York Times bastard and throw dirty water on me? He said the word dirty water a little quietly.

Rustberg didn't notice this, and his face was full of helplessness: "Ed, I've read all these reports, to be honest, I'm more angry than you, but believe me, your prosecution won't have any effect, but will provoke those unscrupulous guys, even more crazy." ”

"Why? I know that the constitutional amendment protects freedom of speech, but the crime of defamation does exist?! ”

"yes. But, I've asked Professor Cliff, an authority on the law of journalism, this question before, and guess how he explains it. ”

William Cliff specializes in reputation, privacy, and other related fields, and is one of Yale's leading experts.

But Edward hadn't had time to listen to his lesson.

Professor Cliff said it was okay to sue the newspaper. But at the heart of the prosecution is the deliberate reporting of misinformation by newspapers. You see, this is very annoying, as a prosecutor to prove the intent of the media, how is this possible! And that's limited to news reporting. ”

"The articles you've been attacked for are actually journalistic reviews, and since they're comments, they can carry an obviously private thought......"

"I ......" Edward wanted to vomit blood, "That means that I was so insulted and attacked by them that I didn't have any ability to fight back?" ”

"You can write articles for newspapers, but it's their business if you don't want to publish them." Ruthberg scratched her head unusually.

"I ......"

"Ed, forget it, you shouldn't have seen it, you've been in the limelight these days, I don't know how many people are jealous, and now being hit by the New York Times like this can be regarded as a balance. After a while, they themselves will shift the target. And these comments are usually not remembered by anyone either. Besides, you will always have to face these nasty guys in the United States, especially those with a great future like you, who will encounter more malicious media in the future, so consider it a rehearsal now......"

"Okay......" Edward also felt that the matter had come to this point, but he did think that it was not possible to discuss this matter with his grandfather, and it was really impossible to send out Fetcher to beat up a few especially vicious fellows in a sack.

"By the way, I'll give you back this ......," Rustberg pulled out the copy of "Crazy Mountains" from her handbag and handed it to him.

"It's really very beautiful, there is an indescribable madness and extremeness under the calm brushstrokes, everything seems normal, but everything is weird. Perhaps I should recommend it to Mr. Nabokov when I have the chance. ”

"You like it, that's great!" Edward took the book, "By the way, are you okay this afternoon?" ”

"Huh? It's not too busy, there is an article to write, but it can be pushed back. Oh, by the way, I promised to make up for the missing lessons, okay, you and I can go to the office......"

"Oh, but, but, I didn't bring any references," Edward hesitated, "now go back and get it, it seems like a waste of time to rush over again......"

"Really?" Ruthberg looked thoughtful

Someone gritted his teeth: "Or, just go to my apartment, by the way, you can also pick up other works by Lovecraft, such as "The Haze of Innsmouth", which is very typical, even more desperate than "Crazy Mountains", and "Call of Cthulhu" is not bad...... I have a lot of books in my apartment. Let's go......"

Edward picked up her handbag and walked out of the house, if he didn't, he was afraid that his expression would frighten Lustberg......

A smile flashed in the amber eyes behind him, "But, Ed, Chris is also there, will it hinder him?" ”

Edward's body was shocked, and he couldn't wait to turn a few heels on the spot, this, this ...... It's done, he feels that his whole body is trembling, this is the wonderful loveliness of mature women, everyone knows it, and considers the problem comprehensively and properly......

He tried to suppress himself so that his voice didn't sound shaky: "Aha, this, this guy, he can't wait to sleep in the playground and gym every day. In this game against Harvard, quarterback Coco was the focus of everyone...... Moreover, the cheerleading girls pestered him to go on a date with him, but this wood was all dismissed...... "He spoke faster and faster, obviously hiding his inner nervousness.

"Ah, yes, it looks like he's a completely different person from his roommate!"

Edward heard the footsteps of high heels behind him, and his heart was very happy, and the things he had been thinking about were about to come true, and the alpaca god blessed! Andes's morning breeze really didn't blow in vain!

The sports car took advantage of its speed and drove to the door of the apartment almost instantly.

"Please come in" he opened the door "It's a little messy inside, I'm sorry, just sit down, what do you want to drink?" ”

"I'm not thirsty ......"

"Okay, let's go to my room and see, where are the books, wait until you finish picking out the books, and then give me a make-up lesson......"

Ruthberg blushed a little, but nodded anyway, took off her trench coat and hung it on the coat rack at the door.

She was wearing a black tight-fitting fine wool short-sleeved long skirt with a white ribbon at the neckline, the long skirt was obviously a high-end custom-made product, perfectly fitting the body curves, especially the waist, it was beautiful and natural, Edward looked from behind, and had no other thoughts than swallowing saliva.

"Look, it's all Lovecraft," Edward pointed to the bookshelf.

Rustberg took two steps forward and looked carefully at the spine.

Someone immediately took action, hugged her waist from behind, leaned over, and said to her face: "You want to kill me......

"Uh-huh......" she squirmed symbolically.

Edward could be sure it was absolutely symbolic, as she didn't even have the words "no" or "don't" in her mouth, just a rapid breath.

Edward felt that the other party was hot, so he licked her earlobe and said, "I like you......"

"I know, but it doesn't seem like a necessary procedure to borrow a book, does it?" Ruthberg's voice was provocative, completely out of step with her usual serious aggressiveness in class.

He even took the initiative to raise his arms to wrap around Edward's neck, and leaned lazily on him.

Someone's hands immediately slide upwards, and theoretically she feels best in this pose.

And that's exactly what happened.

He couldn't put it down.

"It's not an attitude toward the teacher......" Ruthberg almost murmured

"I'll respect you!"

"How respectful!"

"You'll find out later" was accompanied by a bad laugh.

The two of them maintained this position, talking to each other non-stop, and the temperature of the room quickly rose......

"Almost," said Edward, letting go of his hands, preparing for a princess hug, and throwing her onto the bed......