[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

Before he could hug Peter, Peter hugged him with almost rushing strength. Zemo felt that he was about to lose his breath. At the same time, he also felt the smell of sadness emanating from Peter, which was so familiar , as if it brought him back to Sokovia two years ago, where the air was also filled with the smell of disinfectant and the great sadness of people who lost their loved ones, loved ones, and friends.

He shrank his throat, stretched out his hand, and hugged Peter firmly.

"It's all right," he said softly. "It's going to be all right, okay. We're all sad that Uncle Ben died, but it's all going to be all right."

Peter sniffled and didn't answer him.Just lightened his own strength, he was too strong just now, and he was afraid that he would crush Mr. Zemo's bones-he knew it could happen if he was not careful enough.

"Peter, let's find a quieter place, shall we?" Zemo said in his softest tone, as if coaxing a child.

Peter buried himself in the hollow of his neck for a moment, and Zemo could feel the neck getting wet.Then, Peter raised his head, released him, and said, "Okay."

Zemo was able to breathe normally, and Peter pulled him to walk quickly. Peter held him tightly and walked very fast. It took Zemo a few seconds to keep up with his pace.He didn't say a word, and didn't look at the whispering classmates, and pulled Zemo into an empty classroom.He found a seat and sat down, then turned his face out of the window, Zemo sat on the stool next to him, and could only see his side face with tears streaming down his face.

"Peter," Zemo said carefully, "each of us will lose a loved one one day, and we will grieve, but life goes on." He stepped forward and grabbed Peter's hand.

"We all have a passing day, tell me, when your day comes, what do you want your loved ones to be like?"

"Peter, look at me," Zemo said, his tone hardening.Peter looked back at him, staring at Zemo with sad, dark blue-green eyes, and Zemo found himself out of breath for a moment.

"Tell me," he asked, "what do you want your loved ones to be like when your day comes?"

"Go on with your life," said Peter, "don't be too sad for me, or I will be too."

"Yes, Uncle Ben would also like you to continue living..."

"No, he won't," Peter said, his tone was even desperate, "I saw the thief stealing something, I didn't stop the thief, and then the thief killed Uncle Ben who wanted to catch him , I killed Uncle Ben." After finishing speaking, his face was extremely painful, but he still looked at Zemo, as if waiting for an upcoming trial.

Zemo immediately reacted in surprise.

"No, Peter," he said, "that thief killed Ben, not you. You just made the choice most people would make, that thief, he had a gun, right?"

"Yes, he has a gun, and he can kill anyone with it, and he will. But what was I thinking? That's not me!" Peter dropped his voice, "But that's Uncle Ben. I should stop that thief Yes." He lowered his head, avoiding Zemo's gaze.He didn't want to see, he exposed his sin, but he didn't want to see the consequences.

"Peter," Zemo squeezed his hand, "yes, maybe you let the thief go, it's not cowardly, it's a choice most people would make - he has a gun, but he's just grabbing some Money or something right, you didn't know he was going to kill, it's not your fault, none of us can see what's going to happen in the future, misfortune can happen at any time. We can't blame anyone for misfortune, we can only blame it To fate—but who can avenge fate?"

"That's not the point," Peter became excited. He turned his head and looked at Zemo. "The point is that I shouldn't let the thief go, I shouldn't be so cowardly! If I said something at that time-even if it was just a reminder A word from the shopkeeper—”

Then you will be shot.

Zemo didn't say this, it was too cruel and indifferent.He knew Peter would not like this.

He licked his lips. "Listen, Peter, it's useless to keep blaming yourself. If you're regretting the past, make changes in the future. If you're regretting what you've done, it's like a Take responsibility like a man and make amends. What can a coward do? He can only continue to regret and reminisce about the past, but he can't do anything else. If you do something wrong, make amends, then change yourself."

Zemo and Peter looked at each other silently.

"With great power comes great responsibility," Peter said suddenly.

"What?" Zemo was a little confused.

"That's what Uncle Ben told me. He was shot not long ago, and he was right." Peter said, "Thank you for coming, Mr. Zemo, and sorry to disturb you at work."

"It's okay, the big deal is to deduct some wages, what else can they do?" Zemo shrugged his shoulders, trying to create a relaxed atmosphere, he succeeded a little, and Peter's tears stopped falling.

"Come on, maybe I should send you off—can you not tell Aunt May what happened today?" Peter looked sincerely into Zemo's eyes, and Zemo knew he couldn't refuse no matter what.

"Of course," he said, "I'll never tell you about Aunt May, but promise me you won't blame yourself again, will you?"

"I won't complain about myself anymore," Peter said, "Mr. Zemo, you are right, cowards can't do anything, I have to change myself." He sniffed, "I'm sorry, but can I hug you again ?”

"You can hug me anytime," Zemo said tenderly, stepping forward to give Peter a deep hug. "Goodbye, Peter."

"Goodbye, Mr. Zemo," whispered Peter.

When Zemo just took the first step, Peter suddenly called out: "Mr. Zemo!"

"Huh?" Zemo turned around.

"No matter who you have lost, I... I'm sorry to hear this." Peter bit his lower lip, "You must be very sad."

"Nothing," Zemo smiled. "That was a long time ago."

-

When Peter came home from school, Zemo was sitting in the living room, flipping through a picture book and discussing something with Aunt May. When they heard his voice coming back, the two looked up at him.

"Hey, Peter," Zemo said.

"Oh, you're home." Aunt May said, "Your Uncle Helmut made lasagna, it's in the oven, take that out."

"Uncle Helmut? When did I have an uncle? I always thought we were all in favor of Mr. Zemo or Big Brother or something. What are you doing?" Peter asked as he put down his schoolbag.

"We're picking out suits for Ben in this booklet, and you know, his old suits are torn, and we don't think that suits him," Zemo said, looking up.The air was silent, Peter didn't say a word, just went to the kitchen and brought out lasagna.

"Let's eat." Aunt Mei sighed and stood up after tidying up her things. "An adult can face many things, but Peter, he is still a child after all."