Marvel's Fantasia

Seeing Pete's surprised look, Wanda said, "I didn't read your mind, but now I think it's better to read it."

Just now, when Peter saw Cynthia passed out, he was so anxious that he kept asking Wanda when she would wake up, so when Wanda read that Cynthia said she was hungry, he ran to Hong Kong to buy food.

Pete: [What? ! !Turn off your abilities quickly. 】

Wanda: "Come on, can I figure it out without even reading it?"

[Is it so obvious? ] Pete touched his face: [Then Cynthia also saw it? 】

Wanda shook her head: "I don't know."

Pete: [What do you think is the possibility of me chasing her? 】

Wanda: "How do I know? Anyway, I won't help you influence her."

Pete: [You don't need to influence her, just help me see what she thinks about me].

Wanda: "She doesn't think anything of you, and you don't deserve her."

What Wanda didn't say was that Cynthia occasionally saw Pete as a child, not a man at all.

Pete: [Why? !I think we are a perfect match!She has blond hair and I have silver hair, what a beautiful combination of gold and silver! 】

Wanda: ...her brother wouldn't want to know what Cynthia thought about the pairing of the two of them.

Seeing that Wanda didn't answer, Pete thought she had stopped her mind-reading ability, and asked, "What do you think my success rate is?"

Wanda said blankly: "0.00%."

Pete: "..."

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"Cynthia, why are you here!" The old man sitting on the garden bench said happily.

Cynthia sat beside him: "I'll come and see you."

After yesterday, Cynthia couldn't keep up her spirits, and last night's work ended hastily.

She didn't want to do anything today, she had nothing to do, and decided to come and see William, but she probably didn't want to come again after today.Seeing how old her former friend was, she still felt quite a gap in her heart.

William and Cynthia sat on the bench and chatted like this, William was talking about himself, and Cynthia was listening.

It was rare for Cynthia to listen carefully to what William said, and the two chatted peacefully after 67 years.

It's an amazing feeling, isn't it?Cynthia thought to herself.

William was very happy. He regarded Cynthia in front of him as the granddaughter of someone he knew, and he told her all his thoughts as interesting things.

Cynthia didn't respond either. Whether it was her in the past or the current one, she never thought that something would happen to William, as long as she kept a normal friendship.

William: "By the way, where does your grandmother live now?"

Cynthia shook her head, looked up at the sky, she couldn't figure out why he was so old and asked this, did he still want to move in and live with him?

Seeing that she didn't answer, William thought the girl was unwilling to tell him: "I'm just asking, nothing else."

"Well," Cynthia replied, "I know."

William smiled: "Not only your appearance, but also your personality is very similar to your grandmother, and she treats me the same way."

Cynthia turned to look at him: "Why do you want to see her so much? Her attitude towards you is not good. "

Hearing Cynthia's question, William was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I think she treats me very well, much better than other boys. She doesn't save any face when she rejects others."

Cynthia: "..."

Listen to what William said, if she wasn't the person involved, she would take it seriously, and she didn't show any mercy when she rejected him!William added a filter, right?

Sighing, Cynthia felt that she was here to listen to William's nonsense.She wondered if he had started to lose his memory?

William hoped that the next time Cynthia came to visit him, she would bring a few pictures of her grandmother now, and he felt that this request should not be too much.

Looking at William's cloudy eyes, her voice was a little low: "You should let Cynthia go, you don't owe her anything in this life."

William: "I just want to meet her, even a photo."

Cynthia: "I don't have a picture."

William: "Then you can take a picture with your mobile phone."

"...The phone can't take pictures either."

Cynthia thought it would be better for her to 'die', but she couldn't do any of these requirements.

Before William could say anything, Cynthia said nonsense first: "She is dead."

"What?" William looked at her in astonishment: "Didn't you say she was alive and well last time?"

To fabricate a lie, it takes countless lies to fill it.

Cynthia regretted her momentary soft-heartedness last time, and lied to make William feel at ease.What to do, what should she make up next?

Sighing, she lowered her head and began to make up a story: "She passed away five years ago. I found in her diary last year that she was always concerned about what happened when she fell off the cliff, so she came to you. I found her." Many people have found you."

Cynthia: "I told you last time that she didn't die to reassure you. She didn't resent you, she just wanted to ask for the truth. I just wanted to fulfill her last wish, and I didn't want you to feel guilty."

William was silent for a long time, and he asked, "Did she suffer serious injuries?"

Cynthia was taken aback, and replied, "It's okay, I think she's usually pretty healthy."

William sighed: "Don't lie to me, she must have suffered a serious injury, so she left so early."

Cynthia: "..."

All right, let him think whatever he wants, as long as he can end this topic.

Seeing that Cynthia didn't speak, William continued, "When did she leave? I'll erect a monument for her."

Cynthia: "..." No need.

"Why don't you withdraw, she was buried in another place, it's not suitable for repeating it."

Cynthia thought that it wasn't her money anyway, so she took it away after the tombstone was removed. She would go to the cemetery later to see if there were any flowers, so let's take it one last time.

There are no flowers today.

Cynthia stood in front of her tombstone, watching the workers dig up her monument, and she occasionally directed it.It feels amazing.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Steve, holding a bouquet of flowers, frowned at the empty grave.He looked at the stele next to him. The location was correct. Where did Cynthia's stele go? !

Unable to figure out why, Steve decided to ask William to find out.

"Steve's grandson, you are here again." William glanced at Steve, he waved his hand indifferently, and said, "You are so diligent, and you are here to listen to my story again today?"

Steve would come two or three times a month to ask about Cynthia, and William thought it was the other's grandfather who asked him to ask.Hmph, still so persistent!

Steve: "Why did you remove Cynthia's tombstone?"

William sighed: "I heard people say that she fell off the cliff and survived, but was seriously injured and died young five years ago."