[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

Zemo understands that the most sensible thing to do now is to reject Harry Osborn. If he really stays with him, he doesn't know what the next request will be.It is human nature to push forward an inch, which is commonly known as greed.

"I will leave after the medical examination," Zemo said, at least with some affection in his words, "I will stay with you until then."

Harry Osborn looked at him, as if trying to see something from his eyes, but failed.

Zemo said, "I'm sorry for what happened to you, but the world still goes on." He took a step back and wrenched Harry's hand off his shoulder with all his might.

Harry Osborn was out the next day, and Zemo was taken for a medical checkup. He guessed that Harry Osborn might have gone elsewhere for solace—if his grief over his father's death really mattered. If it is serious, or he has gone to the company to deal with matters after the death of Norman Osborn.In short, Zemo didn't see him much for a day, which made Zemo feel a little relieved.

In fact, Harry Osborn did go to deal with the company's affairs, and his sadness still exists—it's just that, as he said, it's not that he doesn't love his father, he just doesn't love him that much.How much can you love a father who cared little about you or even met you, and sent you out of your hometown when you were 13 years old to study in a strange place without any friends or relatives?

After he finally calmed down the company's top management temporarily with threats and lures, he saw Peter who came to the company to look for him.Peter Parker was still the same as he was many years ago, with brown hair, a no-frills hairstyle and a silly smile on his face.Harry finally found a sense of belonging and intimacy with the past.

At first the familiarity hadn't come, Peter looked at him as if he was looking at a stranger from long ago, and in the moment before Peter was about to leave, he wanted to say something - he still wanted to keep him One of the few friends—"Does your Aunt May still make those tomato pasta?" Harry asked, "I remember you were tired of eating when you were eight or nine years old."

Peter laughed, and Harry felt the breath of the past rushing towards him for a split second.

"Then do you still have to move your hair to the side with centimeter accuracy when the servant is blowing it?" Peter asked.Harry laughed too, the happy light of his childhood reappearing, still fresh, and he walked down the stairs to a firm friend hug with Peter.

"I saw the news of Osborne's heir returning to New York from the newspaper." Peter said, "So I came to your company to see if I could meet you. It has been six years since we last met."

"That's right." Harry said, smiling because of the memory, "I still remember someone crying with snot and tears saying that he will have no good friends in the future."

"Really? Why don't I remember?" Peter played dumb.

Harry kicked off the stone at his feet and sat down on the steps by the river, and Peter sat down beside him and said, "Hey, Harry, I heard about your father - I'm sorry."

"It's nothing," Harry said, he frowned but immediately let go, his emotions didn't fluctuate too much, "Everyone is mortal."

"Yeah, people are mortal." Peter fell silent, and Harry turned to him—"So, how are you doing?"

"I'm preparing to apply for college, and Stark's internship and so on." Peter spread his hands, "very busy, all kinds of things."

"Why don't you go to Osborne for an internship?" Harry said, "I can give you a very high evaluation."

"Harry, I can't do this - and Stark's internship is not bad, although it's a bit tiring - what about you, Harry? I read in the paper that you are going to inherit Osborne Industries? Are you not going to university? ' asked Peter.

"I've been studying at Cambridge for a year, you know, a grade skipper, what can I do if this kind of thing happens suddenly? I can only drop out of school halfway, I can't give up the family business." Harry shrugged .

"Oh, that's really helpless." Peter said, "Do you still like to draw now?"

"It's been a long time since I drew," Harry said, "I don't feel like there's anything worth drawing."

"It's a pity." Peter said, "I remember you used to like drawing very much, and you liked to laugh at my drawing skills."

"You're a boy of science and technology, Peter, so don't even think about being a painter." Harry patted Peter on the shoulder, and then he suddenly seemed to think of something, "But I did draw a sketch recently, and I use my mobile phone It's taken, do you want to see it?"

"Of course," Peter said, "I'm really looking forward to what you can draw——Olivia?"

Olivia is a Persian cat that Harry once raised. Harry took it away when he left. Harry liked him very much. Peter thought that this kitten should be worthy of Harry's sketch up.

"No," said Harry, flicking open the phone, "Olivia died last year."

"Oh," said Peter, "what a pity."

"People die, and cats always die." Harry said, "Look, this is this one."

Peter took the phone, and it took a lot of effort not to let his smile disappear in an instant and be replaced by stunned.

"Wow." He said, hearing his tone a little stiff, "Your drawing skills have not deteriorated, who is this?"

There is a picture on the phone, and it can be seen that it was taken with great care, and the angle of the light is well chosen.The painting above is a man with very light strokes. He is sitting on the sofa and looking down at the book in his hand. Where did the panic come from and the choked throat made him lose his composure. The man had a gentle side face, a slightly raised mouth corner and a slightly raised chin. He knew who it was, and he couldn't be more familiar with it.

This man once appeared in front of his eyes, in his dreams, and smiled at him across the room. He called him Mr. Zemo, but in his heart he wanted to call him by his real name—Helmu Te Zemo.

He missed him too much, and waited ecstatically after he sent those messages promising to return, but he didn't expect to see the face he had been thinking about day and night again under such circumstances, in the small painting he sent middle.

The author has something to say: Peter: Mine.

Harry: Mine.

Peter: My my my my my...

Harry: my my my my my...

Quicksilver: Hehe.

Tony: Huh.

Zemo: mmp.

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Hahahahahaha

A girl in the group is too talented and cute, the poem is as follows:

before the goblin goes,

Out of control and say breakup.

go after the green goblin,

Join hands to find Jiutou.

The Green Goblin is out of control,

Love goes deep.

Peter found out,

There is no discussion about opening and tearing.

Peter Parker,

High school student.

little bunny,

Want to get ahead.

Look out for Zemo,

Want to get started.

Shy confession,

suffered a crisis.

sudden call,

elated.

lover dying,

Jump over the wall in a hurry.

the lover is not dead,

tease him remotely.

Finally found that

Wearing a cuckold.

sparkling with light,

Deceive the audience.

Friends are shy,

Stop Zemo.

intimacy,

Dazed with fright.

The little green goblin, Jin Nangjiao.

Smart, delicate and overbearing.

Spiderman with a green hat on his head.

The person is silly and sweet, and the strong little white flower.

Peter Parker,

Thin waist and small buttocks,

The shy smile is small and pure.

Harry Osborne,

Fair skin and beautiful temperament,

The long legs are seductive and cautious.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

great poem!great poem!

And a brain hole hhhh

The little green goblin randomly crossed his legs

Spiderman's standard sitting posture blinks his eyes

Zemo is smoking a cigarette indifferently

The tied Hydra cried and called mother

Hahahahahahaha haha ​​can't stop and stop haha ​​ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha to write more about it. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Oh, by the way, there is also a poem written by the shameless person who robbed me of my husband, I want to expose her:

A spring night is worth a thousand dollars, but I just want to sleep Daniel

This night, the singing and the jade lift the sky, and the petals and stamens are lightly released and fragrant.

Daniel is mine!You go dreaming!There is everything in the dream!

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Again, it was discovered that a little angel had misunderstood.

I am not Mrs. Xuanyuan!I'm not!I just posted a Zemo-related video edited by Erfeng on Bilibili!