[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

"I......."

"You what you!" Uncle Brubben stopped his defense without thinking, and Zemo didn't say anything else.Uncle Brubben softened his breath instead.

"Do you know what happened to William?" Uncle Bruben said, lowering his voice, "I found William crying at the entrance of the village covered in mud the day before, and the next day I saw a cemetery here being dug up. ,Some people say you buried them, so what about William—did he come back from the dead? Or did he not die when you buried him?"

Zemo pursed his lips: "Uncle Brubben, I will explain to you—where is William?"

"In my house," said Brubben, "you should be glad I first found him, and the first time I found the grave dug up, and I immediately filled it in, making up some excuse William raised it, otherwise I don't know how much trouble it will cause." He said, and then looked at the two people in the distance, "Who are they?" He asked.

"My friends," Zemo said.

"What's going on with that booth?" Bruben looked at the blue police box and asked suspiciously.

"That's..." Zemo was at a loss for words, and he said, "I don't know, it's here since we got here."

Uncle Brubben had an expression of "you can only believe in ghosts", but he didn't pursue it further, and said, "Let's go, go to my house with your friends. William should be at home now."

He led the way, and Peter immediately approached Zemo, and he whispered in Zemo's ear, "That's your uncle?"

"A good friend of my father's," Zemo said, "kind of watched me grow up, and was very close to our family." He noticed that Peter was getting too close, but didn't point it out.

Brubben then asked Zemo some questions, and Zemo prevaricated by finding a job in the United States. Uncle Brubben didn't doubt his words-he didn't expect Zemo to take revenge and hunt down Hydra.In the distance, they saw a small village, some bungalows gathered in one area, the steeple of the church was the highest place in the village, Peter could easily see it.

"It hasn't changed here," Zemo said. "It's the same as when I left."

"There must be a place to make people remember. There are old people here, how can we change?" Uncle Bruben said, he was holding a shotgun, and Zemo suddenly remembered his healthy appearance when he was young, and the relationship between him and Zemo The heroic appearance of his father when he was competing to see who had the most prey, his muscles are still strong now, but his movements are no longer as stable as before.

They went around a few houses, and Zemo saw a little boy lying on a small table in front of Uncle Brubben's green house, writing something.

Zemo stopped only a dozen meters away from the little boy. Uncle Brubben looked at him puzzled, and Peter felt that Zemo was holding his palm and began to sweat thinly.

Is that William?Zemo wanted to see the boy's face clearly, and compared that face with the lively boy in his memory, but found that he had searched for a long time before finding the young face that made him suffer.He watched the boy, whose blond hair gleamed in the sun with the movement of his head, who could hug him if he just went forward, but Zemo found himself unable to move his legs.

Standing there, he felt as if the boy would disappear in a second—it was like a dream, and this illusory fear made him start his movements again. He squeezed Peter's hand tightly, and let the boy walk towards the place with him. The direction of the blond boy, as if aware of something, the boy raised his head, his innocent eyes met Zemo.

Zemo felt that his eye sockets started to heat up at that moment, and the soreness began to spread. He saw the boy stand up excitedly and threw the pen on the small table. He held him in his arms.

"Daddy!" the little boy shouted, hugging Zemo tightly, Zemo felt the small, fresh life in his arms, he felt the little boy's heartbeat, felt the tears welling up from his eyes , he squatted down so that the boy's face rested on his shoulder, barely able to make a sound.

"...Hey, William." He said the words, but he couldn't hide his deep crying, "I'm sorry, Dad is late."

Looking at this scene, Peter felt the sore pain in his heart because of Zemo's crying, but he was also happy for William's return—there were more people around Zemo, he had family and love, and he became the once again That complete Zemo.

"Oh, it's great to have a family reunion." The doctor said beside him, "Aren't you going to give a hug? You all seem to like hugs."

"No." Peter said, "Let Helmut and William stay for a while, William doesn't know me yet."

"So you and him belong to—intimate relationship?" The doctor asked, of course he could see—what two ordinary friends do you see holding hands all the time and still being so nervous about each other?

"Yeah," Peter said, and he smiled sweetly. "It's hard to chase him. You don't know what he was like before."

"No, I can probably guess what he was like before." Recalling Zemo's stinky face, the doctor said firmly.

"Go inside, boys, do you want to stay outside for an afternoon?" Uncle Brubben, who should be Grandpa for Peter, drove them all back to the house with a shotgun.

"So do you have a job in America now?" Bruben asked. He made a pot of black tea and put it on the wooden table. William first hugged Zemo's neck tightly in Zemo's arms, and then went around to Zemo. He began to climb Zemo's back, and Zemo smiled and asked William to sit obediently.

"Go and sit next to Brother Peter." Zemo pushed William to Peter's side. Peter smiled and said to William, "Dad wants to talk to Grandpa Brubben about business. Let's sit here first, shall we?"

"Okay." William said, although he was a little unhappy about being pulled away by his father, he obediently moved a stool and sat next to Peter, holding his face with his hands and staring in Zemo's direction.

"Do you know why Dad came to pick me up so late?" William turned his face in Peter's direction. "He came so late, I thought he wasn't coming. Did something stop him?"

"Dad has very, very important things in the United States. And he thought you were dead, so he never came back." Peter said.

"Why did he think I was dead?" William asked, "Because the house fell down?"

"Well, yes," Peter said, "Because the house collapsed, he thought you were gone, so he was very, very sad. He went to the United States. If he knew you were still here, he would definitely come back right away."

The author has something to say: I am going to write the branch line of Xiao Ten and Louis XIV. For Louis XIV, please follow the imagination of Louis XIV in the version of the Three Musketeers of Little Plum.

So gentlemen, I met a girl who is similar to the author of Chapter 9.I just don't want to say more.

All right, all right, your Nini did nothing wrong. The world’s nicest Ultron incident is not a problem. I’m a cute villain who has a bad view and forcibly cleans up. I also want to write bad things about your Nini to set off the villain’s innocence, okay? .Why don't you go to heaven if you don't read the text and just mess up BB?