Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

It was a cold spring night in March. .biquge

The little boy sneezed and tried to find some clothing to keep out the cold through the moonlight outside the broken window. In the end, he only found a patched singlet under the thin blanket.

The wooden stairs jingled as if mice were running across them.

The little boy sighed. Having lived in this old apartment in Hell's Kitchen for more than ten days, he had become somewhat numb to the presence of rats.

There was another noise from the kitchen, which was obscured by the noise of mice and was not very obvious.

The little boy tiptoed to the kitchen door. The unusual response just now should have come from here.

He picked up the broom at the door and held it defensively in front of him. The building quality here is so bad that even if the door is locked, the gangsters and even members of the gang outside can easily break in, rummage through his home, and take away all the valuables.

"Why haven't you slept yet?"

The little boy put down the broom and asked the people in the kitchen in confusion.

The woman in the kitchen crouched in front of the cupboard stood up and turned carefully to face the little boy. In this cramped kitchen, it is really a technical task to move without touching anything, not to mention that she is tall and plump, with a typical Caucasian white face.

In comparison, the little boy's overall appearance is more oriental, and it is easy for people to overlook the similarities in their faces.

"Sorry, dear, I didn't mean to scare you, I just came to see what is left in the kitchen to make tomorrow's breakfast." Facing the little boy, the woman smiled knowingly.

"Shouldn't you have gone home already? We made an appointment for you to come at five o'clock tomorrow morning."

asked the little boy.

The confusion on the woman's face disappeared briefly, and she smiled and said: "So I have to prepare all the missing things before five o'clock tomorrow morning, right?"

The little boy showed a look of understanding.

The woman knelt down and looked at the little boy: "Go back to bed quickly. Or can I make you a cup of chocolate?"

"You haven't been upstairs, have you?"

the little boy asked her.

The woman looked confused.

The little boy turned his head and looked at the wall next to the stove, where a photo of a woman and a man hung.

The woman is naturally the woman in front of her, slightly younger than she is now. The man has a pure oriental face, and you can tell at a glance that he is the father of the little boy.

The two of them smiled reservedly, with half a gap between them, and there was no physical contact between them. At first glance, they looked like a pair of colleagues.

"This photo was taken when the two of them went to a seminar together. At that time, they had not expressed their feelings to each other, so both of them were suppressing their feelings, and they looked very reserved in the photo. This confuses you, doesn’t it?”

The smile on the woman's face gradually solidified.

The little boy smiled, took one step forward, and then another.

As he walked, his skin started from his feet and went up, as if attached to scales, unfolding one after another. His appearance also changed, becoming taller and curvier, ending in soft, beautiful blonde hair.

The woman was forced into a corner and her feet gave way, causing the pots and pans to clank.

Two identical women face each other.

"Don't be afraid."

The little boy who copied the other party's ability said to the woman in front of him in a woman's voice, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, it would be hard for me to imagine that a white woman could marry a Chinese man. So I lied to you, You’ve exposed your secret.”

"Fang, what's going on in the kitchen?"

A woman's sleepy inquiry came from upstairs.

She stomped downstairs, then froze at the kitchen door.

The moonlight passed through the small kitchen window and fell on the face of her mixed-race son, also illuminating another patch of blue skin.

"..."

The little girl with blue skin and red hair subconsciously hid behind the little boy.

"This..." The woman in the photo, who is Song Fang's current mother, pointed behind the little boy, "This... what the hell is this..."

The blue-skinned little girl lowered her eyes, and the hand that was holding the boy's shirt trembled and let go.

However, her hand was grabbed by the little boy.

There are people who don't hate her?

How dare anyone touch her?

The little girl thought in shock, and then heard the little boy trying to persuade his mother to take her in.

Her mother looked like she had seen a ghost, she was frightened and angry, her chest heaved violently, and her eyes were as wide as bells.

I'm afraid that in the next second she will pick up the broom next to her and knock herself out. Maybe even her son would be beaten by her, but she would never be soft on him just because she gave birth to him.

The little girl thought sadly. Just like her parents, they didn't abandon her.

The woman said, "I'll call your dad down." Then she turned around and went upstairs.

"I didn't steal anything from your house." The little girl thought that the woman was coming to punish her husband. She was so frightened that she grabbed the little boy and begged, "I'm just too hungry, but I haven't eaten anything yet. Please, trust me and let me go!”

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

The little boy comforted her, never letting go of his hand on her wrist, and took out a piece of dry bread from the locker next to her. "I know you're hungry. Eat quickly."

The little girl took the bread hesitantly.

She had just gone through the locker at the little boy's house and knew there was almost no food in it. This was probably the only piece of bread in their house.

"It's okay. Just eat." The little boy continued to comfort him, "Although our family doesn't have much money, as long as there is food for us, it will be for you. Please stop wandering, okay?"

At this time, the little boy's parents came down.

As the head of the family, the boy's father was stunned for a while when he saw the scene in front of him.

Especially when he found that the last remaining grain of the family was in the hands of the little blue boy.

"We will all go hungry tomorrow." The boy's mother said gruffly. "You have to find a job. If you don't have enough to eat, you won't have the strength to deal with those recruiting workers..."

"Okay, Maria, stop talking." The boy's father rubbed the back of his head, "You still have Fang's old clothes, right? Go find one for the little girl. It's okay to be naked like this... …”

"Far away mountains!"

"Okay, okay, I know." The boy's father seemed to have not yet woken up, smiling drowsily, "Our family happens to be short of a daughter."

"Thank you dad!"

Song Fang, who also traveled through time and became a twelve-year-old boy this time, said sincerely.

Beside him, the little Mystique cried happily and cuddled tightly next to Song Fang.