Marvel's Fantasia

Although life after returning to New York is very ordinary, the warmth at home cannot be given by the wonderful world outside.

"Jingle Bell!"

Accompanied by a series of crisp bells, the door of the cake shop was pushed open, and Cynthia, who was sitting on the counter reading a book, first subconsciously called out: "Welcome, is there anything I need?"

When she raised her head and saw the figure coming in, she was surprised: "Why are you? Steve, why did you come here in such a cold day?"

Steve, standing at the door, shook the snow on his shoulders first, and walked in after confirming that he was clean. He raised the umbrella in his hand and said, "It's snowing outside, and Mrs. Scott is worried that you won't be able to go back. I'm here to give you an umbrella."

"Oh," Cynthia said helplessly, "the store also has umbrellas, and it's so cold now, she doesn't need you to make a special trip."

"It's okay, I don't have anything to do anyway, I can exercise by walking around." Steve looked inside the store, and there was no customer, "It seems to be very deserted today."

"That's right, there are very few guests when the weather is cold." Cynthia sat back on the chair again, continued to flip through the book, and said, "Maybe everyone doesn't want to go out. Now that it's snowing, I guess no one will come."

"What book are you reading?" Steve walked to the counter and asked curiously.

"A notebook was given to me by Mrs. Jin. It recorded her insights on cooking, some techniques, and some recipes. I have nothing to do in the store recently, so I took it out to have a look." Cynthia closed the book and walked out. over the counter.

The two sat by the window, watching the snowflakes falling outside the window, and the atmosphere was rare and quiet.The radio on the counter, which was originally turned on very softly, seemed to be magnified in volume in an instant, and it only listened to it non-stop broadcasting the news:

"President Roosevelt issued the following series of regulations..."

"The World Expo in New York is coming to a close..."

"After the Manila bombardment, the Soviet Union officially launched an attack on Finland..."

"A world-famous invention appeared at the World Expo yesterday..."

"The population of people entering Hong Kong has surged recently, and the mayor advises citizens not to go to the port as much as possible..."

"Big companies are competing to bid, who will get the right to produce black and white TV sets?..."

Listening to the various news on the radio, Cynthia sighed. In her previous life, she didn't know much about history, and she didn't know if it was the same world.

But no matter how ignorant she is, she also knows that this era is not stable, and war will come at any time.

Seeing her upset, Steve asked, "Are you worried about the war?"

Cynthia: "Yes, although the current wars are taking place abroad, but with so many countries participating, there will be no fewer deaths and more refugees. Tell me, Steve, why there are What about war?"

Steve: "Because of different political views, territorial disputes, interests between countries, there are many factors."

Cynthia: "Actually, I can understand the intention of defending the integrity of the territory, but the interest relationship is the quarrel of the upper class. Why should the lower class people shed blood and tears? I think the war has caused too much trauma to the civilians. How many families have been broken because of the war. How many children have become orphans because of the loss of their loved ones, and even newborn babies will die under sharp knives."

The two chatted all afternoon, because the topic was too heavy, the originally warm shop seemed to have become cold.

It wasn't until the sky was getting dark and the clock hanging on the wall was jingling that Cynthia realized that it was already six o'clock. She stood up hurriedly, staggered and almost fell to the ground because she had been sitting still for a long time.

She patted Steve's hand that supported her, and said, "I'm fine, but my legs are numb. You should move around a little before you get up. I'll clean up the store first, and then we'll go home for dinner."

"Okay, let's go." After locking the lock, Cynthia walked under the umbrella and took Steve's arm naturally.

"Why did you come back so late today?" Annie asked Cynthia at the dinner table.

Cynthia: "We didn't notice the time while chatting." Steve on the side also nodded.

"Well, there are too many foreigners coming during this time, you should pay attention to safety," Annie said worriedly: "Especially you Cynthia, it's getting dark too early now, don't go home too late when you are alone. "

After dinner, Cynthia took Steve to the door and said, "Are you really not considering staying at my house tonight? It's snowing so hard now that it's so thick, and I have yours in my house too." Clothes can be changed and washed."

Looking at the thin layer of snow on the ground outside the door, which couldn't even cover the base of the street lamp, Steve lamented that Cynthia's ability to open her eyes and tell lies was getting stronger and stronger. He shook his head with a smile, and pushed the door out.

Well, looking at the figure of Steve walking out, Cynthia stood under the eaves and shouted: "It's cold now, don't go out less, be careful of getting sick!"

Steve's house is not far away, it takes more than ten minutes to walk there.When he got home, because there was no heating, the inside of the house was a bit cold and there was no trace of life.

As soon as he entered the door, the phone at home rang. He picked up the phone, and the other side began to blare: "Steve, are you back home? It's so cold, why don't you consider living in my house, so that's okay. You don’t need to turn on the heating, and you can read books together after I get off work at night, or you can draw.”

Cynthia is very worried about Steve. He lives alone and is sick. If he accidentally dies at home due to heart palpitations, bah, bah, no one will know if the body stinks in such a cold day, bah, bah, what is she thinking? ?

Steve could hear the other party's concern, and agreed: "Okay."

"...Annie won't bother you, you can do your own thing in the room... what? You agree? That's great, then you can pack your things and come here tomorrow, oh, and what you said last time Take those books with you, I want to read them."