Marvel's Fantasia

"Hiss—" Cynthia was woken up by the tingling pain in her palm. She opened her eyes and found that she was lying on the floor with blood and bloody glass shards on her left arm.

She treated and bandaged the wound, looked at the mess on the table and the ground, rubbed the space between her eyebrows with a headache, and started cleaning.

After throwing away all the garbage, looking at the clean floor, she took a deep breath. The hangover and the early cleaning work made her sweat, and she wanted to pull the chair away and sit down for a rest.

Cynthia looked at the pile of sand on the ground and was silent for a moment, then went to get the broom resignedly.

She threw the trash bag into the trash can, clapped her hands and walked home.The trash can is 500 meters away from home, not far away, just across from Mrs. Barton's house.

At this time, a car stopped on the side of the road, and a woman got out of the car.Cynthia felt a little familiar. After walking a few steps and seeing the other person's face clearly, she ran over happily and shouted, "Mrs. Barton!"

Mrs. Button looked back to see Cynthia, and was also very happy, saying: "Cynthia, I am very glad to see you as soon as I come back!"

"Jenny, who is this?" the man driving in the car asked.

Cynthia looked at him curiously, and Mrs. Button introduced them to each other: "Will, this is the Cynthia I told you about. Cynthia, this is my boyfriend. You can call him Mr. Smith."

Cynthia greeted each other politely, and Mr. Smith waved his hand with a smile, and said, "Hi, Cynthia. It's cold outside, Jenny, please go inside and talk. I'll park the car, and I'll take the luggage."

Cynthia followed Mrs. Barton back to her house, and the two chatted. Mrs. Barton said that she would stay for a month when she came back this time, and she would leave in February.

Mrs. Barton sighed: "This place where I grew up is full of many good memories, but it will not belong to me soon."

Cynthia asked curiously: "Why do you say that? You don't plan to come back in the future?"

Mrs. Barton: "I plan to sell this house and settle in Washington."

In the following time, the two talked about many interesting things that happened recently.It wasn't until Smith brought back the luggage that Mrs. Barton asked, "Shall we have lunch together at noon? Cynthia, where's your little boyfriend? You can call him to join us."

Cynthia smiled and fell silent.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.Seeing this scene, Smith said, "Jenny, there is still some luggage in the car, I'll go get it back."

When the man left, Mrs. Button gently grabbed Cynthia's hand and said, "I'm sorry, Cynthia, I didn't know you broke up."

Knowing that the other party misunderstood her meaning, Cynthia shook her head: "We are not together, he joined the army three years ago, I just, just, thought that we haven't had time to be together..."

Cynthia was speechless, and the pain of waiting last night flooded her heart again. She only felt that a large piece of her heart had been gouged out, and she couldn't breathe.

"Oh, dear," seeing Cynthia's reaction, Mrs. Barton also understood. She hugged her and said softly, "Cynthia, cry, it will feel better..."

The man outside the house listened to the cries coming from the house, silently lit a cigarette for himself, and curled up under the eaves to smoke.

It's really cold here.

After crying, Cynthia felt very embarrassed, but Mrs. Barton expressed her understanding, because she also experienced the pain of losing a loved one.

Mrs. Barton: "Then what are your plans now?"

Cynthia: "I don't know. I want to wait for him to come back. Of course, this should not be possible. But I promised to wait for him for five years. This is also an explanation for myself."

Mrs. Barton: "That's right, do you want to go to Washington with me?"

Cynthia shook her head: "No, I'm not in the mood."

Mrs. Barton persuaded: "But, if you stay here, won't you be able to get relief all the time?"

The streets I walked in my memory, the parks I visited, and even the food I ate together, every time I saw these, I would think of each other, wouldn't it be more uncomfortable?

Seeing Cynthia's wavering, she continued: "You should just go out and relax, and it's not impossible to come back after the time you agreed on. You are suppressing yourself here all day, and sooner or later you will go crazy."

Cynthia: "I... let me think about it."

Cynthia liked Mrs. Barton very much, because she taught herself a lot.Of course, Mrs. Jin also taught herself, but she is more like an elder teaching the younger generation, and Mrs. Barton feels that she is both a teacher and a friend, and she is very free.

Mrs. Barton: "Life is very long, you have to live a good life and live happily, so that you can live up to those who love you."

In the afternoon, Cynthia went to the cake shop to resign, saying that she was not in good condition and wanted to take a break.Mrs. Jin didn't say anything, she just stroked her head lovingly, asking her to take good care of herself.

"Ding dong ding dong!" The doorbell rang hastily.

Cynthia, who was washing the vegetables, quickly put down the bell peppers in her hand, and shouted as she walked, "Stop, stop! William, if you do this again, my doorbell will break!"

She opened the door, and William, who was panting outside the door, said eagerly: "I just went to the cake shop to find you, and my aunt said you resigned?"

"Yeah, I feel a little tired, so I want to take a rest." Cynthia walked out while talking, closed the door by the way, and stood under the eaves to talk to William.

Seeing Cynthia's actions, William smiled bitterly: "I can't even enter your house now, can I?"

Cynthia sighed: "I'm alone now, William, you went in by a man and came out after less than 10 minutes, what would others think?"

William was stunned, and then immediately retorted: "I can't be that short!"

Cynthia: "What's short? What do you mean?"

Cynthia didn't understand the meaning of the other party, she just thought that the conversation between the two would not exceed 10 minutes, and she didn't know how to explain the artistic furniture in the house, so she simply refused to let people in.

Seeing Cynthia's pure eyes, William's thought of maintaining masculinity stagnated, and he sighed helplessly: "Forget it, this is not important. I just came to see you. I thought you were not feeling well."

Cynthia: "I'm fine, I think I'd feel better if you left now."

William: "Well then, don't forget about our date. That place is a bit far away, and it will take us a while to get there, so I will drive to pick you up at 5 in the morning."

Cynthia: "Okay, I'll set the alarm clock."

To get up so early, it seems that she has to prepare more food.