Marvel's Strange Magician

As Ben Parker shouted, a very beautiful lady suddenly walked out of the kitchen.

She has fair skin, a tall figure, and beautiful long brown hair. No matter from any aspect, this Aunt Mei, who looks only thirty years old, can be called a high-looking beauty.

The most eye-catching thing about Mei is her sunshine and vitality.

The positive feeling of being ready to decorate your small room makes people feel an inexplicable joy and relaxation when they see her appearance.

Ben Parker and May kissed each other's cheeks, and then after Ben Parker's introduction, May looked at Watson curiously.

"Hello, Watson, you are very welcome to my home."

Mei extended her hand to shake Watson's hand in a friendly manner, and then suggested with great concern:

"Oh, you are soaked all over. Now go take a hot bath. When you come out, you can catch up with me to prepare dinner."

"Thank you, Aunt May, you are such a beautiful and kind lady."

Watson bowed slightly to Aunt May and Ben Parker, and sincerely thanked and praised them.

"Oh! What a polite little guy."

Aunt Mei shook her head and praised with a loving expression, and then rushed towards the bathroom with Watson.

After preparing towels, soap and other supplies, Aunt May shouted to Ben Parker:

"Ben, come and help Watson take a bath. I'll find him suitable clothes."

"Uh, Aunt Mei, don't bother Uncle Ben, I can do it myself."

Watson was embarrassed and quickly waved his hand to stop the plan to let others bathe him. His "old" soul couldn't bear to take off his clothes in front of others.

"Okay, then if you have any problems inside, you can call your Uncle Ben for help."

Aunt Mei saw the awkwardness on Watson's face, and suddenly felt a little funny in her heart, but Watson gave her a very stable feeling, and she was not that worried about Watson's choice.

At this moment, the door of another bedroom suddenly opened, and a little boy who was a head shorter than Watson walked out of the room.

He has curly brown hair and softer facial features than most Europeans. He comes across as a quiet, good baby.

He was holding a mechanical component of a clock in his arms and was looking at Watson with some curiosity.

"Hello, Peter.

I'm Watson. "

Watson showed a big smile and took the initiative to say hello to this boy who looked very shy.

"Hello, Watson. Do you know me?"

There was a bit of joy in Peter's eyes, but he still asked Watson in a low voice.

"Uncle Ben told me about you and said you were a very smart and caring boy."

"Okay, okay, if you want to chat, it's better to wait. Watson, go take a shower."

Aunt May interrupted the conversation between the two with a smile and sent Watson into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, Watson looked at the small but smoky room, and for some reason suddenly felt like he had finally landed ashore after swimming in the sea for a long time.

He looked at his young self in the mirror, shook his head helplessly, and suddenly showed a relaxed smile.

In the bright and warm bathroom, the sound of brisk running water soon sounded.

Opposite the bathroom, in Peter's room, Peter was fiddling with the parts in his hands while glancing in the direction of the bathroom from time to time. There was a little more anticipation in his eyes than before.

Aunt May found a pair of clothes in Peter's room that Watson could wear. After asking for Peter's permission, she reached out and pinched Peter's cheek, put the clothes at the door of the bathroom, and then hummed a small tune and walked quickly Went to the kitchen.

Ben Parker, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, watched with a smile as Mei walked from one end of the room to the other. When Mei walked into the kitchen, he moved his eyes to the newspaper on the table.

He reached for the tea cup and took a sip of hot tea, then opened the newspaper and read it quietly.

Time passed quietly amidst Aunt May's humming and the sound of collisions in the kitchen. Unknowingly, Aunt May had already prepared tonight's food, and Watson and Peter were already sitting at the table waiting.

As Aunt Mei served the steaming pasta one by one, the long-late dinner finally began.

Aunt Mei's cooking skills are not very high, but at least the taste is normal. For Watson, who is unbearably hungry, these pastas can be regarded as a delicious dish that reaches the level of excellence.

The dinner gradually ended in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere, and it was already 8 o'clock in the evening.

Peter's bed was a bunk bed, so after Aunt May tidied it up, Watson also had a bed of his own.

In Peter's room, after Peter finished washing, he sat on his bed and read a book. Watson was too tired today, so he climbed to the upper bunk early and prepared to rest.

The room with only one bedside lamp turned on soon fell into silence.

Peter, who was sitting on the lower bunk, looked up from time to time, wanting to talk to Watson, but he had seen how tired Watson looked before, so he didn't want to disturb Watson's rest.

During this hesitation, he suddenly heard the conversation between Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei coming from behind the wall:

"Ben, I love him too, but we can't adopt him."

"Mei, I think you can also see that Watson is precocious and intelligent far beyond his age. I don't know what he has experienced in these years, but he is such a lonely and wandering child, and he can still maintain such good education and courtesy. , I think you also know how hard he has to work to do it.

He's a good kid, May, and he deserves care and guidance to keep him on the right path. "

“Ben, I know where you’re coming from.

But our financial conditions do not allow us to adopt another child!

I do like Watson very much, but apart from these cares, what else can we give him? "

"Watson would rather be a wanderer than go to an orphanage to accept sympathy charity from others, and he definitely doesn't care whether the living conditions are difficult or not.

Of course, if he lived with us, I would look for another job.

But this is just me wanting to discuss my thoughts with you. If Watson is unwilling to be adopted, then there is nothing to say. "

“Okay Ben, we can discuss it with Watson tomorrow and if he is willing, we can adopt him.

Seriously, if we had a child, I really wanted him to be what Watson is now. "

"Thank you, my dear, for always connecting with me."

"We will always be connected!

Go to bed early, dear. "

Peter turned his attention away from his ears and looked up, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Above the upper bunk where his sight was blocked, Watson, who had his eyes closed, suddenly slowly opened his eyes. He stared at the gray roof quietly, wondering what he was thinking about.