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"The little mouse is too clever, "Isn't it? "

Pietro cut in with his earphones on, "Uncle Saul can't see Narfo again?"

"He didn't do it right this time." Wanda feared that the world would not be in chaos. "He didn't make it to the Halloween garden party last time."

Look, the siblings who are incompatible with each other suddenly sang together.The unpredictable little monster of puberty.

"He will come." Rocky held the steering wheel, slammed on the accelerator, and passed a dawdling Honda, "I promised Nafi."

"It's a pity that Uncle Saul didn't promise you." Pietro added cheerfully.

After Nurfer Kindergarten graduated, Rocky began to think about moving the family back to New York.

"You take this too seriously, Loki."

"Not at all," Rocky browsed the websites of several well-known private elementary schools, "It is good for Nafi, only in this way can he go to Harvard, Yale, MIT, of course, if he is willing, I am also willing to send He's going to Cambridge."

"What's Harvard, Rocky?" Nalf looked up from his picture book.

"A great university, my little mouse." Rocky picked up his son, "Do you want to go to Harvard, Yale, or Cambridge?"

"Will they serve strawberry shortcake with cream in their restaurant?"

"Well," Loki pretended to think, "I think so, Nafie."

"Any one will do." Narf buried his head in Loki's arms and laughed. "I'd like to have another piece of strawberry cake. May I, Loki?"

"Of course you can." Loki put Narf on the ground and tapped his little nose, "but you must brush your teeth after eating."

Nalf cheered and ran to the table.

"You dote on him too much." Sol said disapprovingly.

"I just don't want him to eat moldy biscuits in an orphanage, wear old clothes, and go to boarding school," Rocky wrote down the name of the primary school in his notes, and opened a new web page, "or live ten miles away from his dad." several years--"

"What's the matter with you Odinsons?" Loki yelled into the phone in the living room, "You're just like your dad! Saul Odinson!"

"I kind of regret it," said Sif, sipping on a mango smoothie while her little girl was having fun tearing up napkins in her baby chair and trying to smear the confetti on her face. "I have to admit, I talked you into adopting." The original intention is that I don't want to be tortured by two annoying spirits alone," she flexibly avoided her daughter's claws, and added, "Well, now there are three."

"Did Joyce and Joffrey manage to tie Bonnie's ear in a knot?"

"Yes, they made it," Sif said bitterly. "Bonnie spent the night at the pet hospital."

"Congratulate the two little ones for me." Loki put down his coffee cup.

"You're not in a good mood," Sif sensed keenly. "Did Narf get another B- in mathematics, or Sol?"

Loki said casually, "It's Thor."

"Oh," Sif fed the mango smoothie to Joanna, seeing the little thing wrinkle his face with satisfaction, "what happened to him? Did you leave Narf in the kindergarten this time, or did you forget about him?" birthday?"

"Neither. Don't feed this to Joanna, it's December!" Loki snatched the small spoon from Sif's hand, "Sol may not be able to make the debut of Narf's play. At the school Christmas At the party."

"Wow, Narf the mouse likes acting like his daddy!"

"Sif."

"I'm sorry," Sif apologized without sympathy, "I mean, Saul can't do this. He's also Narf's father, but he's always absent."

Loki wiped his face, "Just like his dad."

Nalf celebrated his sixth birthday in New York.Winters in New York are dry, cold, and snow is always ready to fall.Everything is very different from Melbourne.Narf just arrived and was defeated by the flu virus before adapting to the climate here.He's wearing a birthday hat, sitting at his brand new dining table, sniffing and counting the candles, waiting for Loki to finish his call.

"one two Three……"

"Saul Odinson, I have a surprise for you." Rocky sneered into the microphone, "From now on you will be ineligible to return to this home. I will change the door lock, remove your fingerprints, if you Break open the door and I'll call the police."

"Thirty-three……"

"Why? How dare you ask why? What's going on with you Odinson family members! I really want to knock your brains to see if it's all Fenrir's hardcover dog food..."

"Oh, one, two, three, four..."

"You have no chance Saul Odinson," Loki took a deep breath, "...Don't apologize, I know you don't understand who you are apologizing to. I tell you, I will do what I say, you don't Want to come back again."

"One, two..."

"Gods! Today is Narf's birthday!"

Narf stopped counting, he looked at Loki, and sniffed.

"That's it, we have nothing more to say." Loki yelled into the phone, "Have a good drink at your Hollywood banquet, President Saul! Farewell!"

Loki hung up the phone, turned around, and was right in line with Narf.

"Is Saul not coming?"

Rocky couldn't hide, "Yes, sorry baby."

"Oh..." Narf hung his head, his birthday hat slid to his ears.

"It's better this way," Loki lifted him into his lap, "and the whole cake is yours. Now make a wish, little mouse."

Narf closed his eyes, then opened them, golden flames danced in the lake.

The little mouse blew out the candles.

"What did you wish for?"

Narf giggled, "I can't tell you."

Sol missed Narf's sixth birthday.From then on, he started missing various things.For example, Rocky's small traffic accident, such as Narf's replacement of the first baby tooth, such as Sif's dystocia, Joanna's birth, such as the runaway of the twins next door, such as Tony Stark's unprecedented luxury wedding.Another example is Fenrir's funeral.

Fenrir was already very old, and he lay down by the French windows where the sun was shining all day long, even if Narf ran past him sometimes, he would step on its tail.By the time Loki noticed it wasn't breathing, it had been in the same position all day.At that time, Loki wanted it to go back to its den, so that it would be warmer at night, but no matter how Loki called, Fenrir could not lift its eyelids again.

"It has been dead for at least three hours." Said the pet hospital.

Loki walks on the streets of New York with Narf in his hand.Fenrir's body quickly became stiff and cold in the cold December weather.Together, they buried it in a corner of the backyard where it gets full sun all year round.

"What happened to Fenrir?" Nafie asked, waving his small shovel.

"It's dead," Loki said.

"What is 'dead'?"

"'Dead' means, close your eyes, and stay still," Loki explained, "like Fenrir is now."

"'To die' is to fall asleep," concluded Narf.

"Sleeping forever."

They compacted the soil, covered it with sod, and leveled it as if nothing had happened.

"Write an epitaph for Fenrir, little mouse."

"What is an epitaph?"

"Just what you want to say to it."

"Oh," Narf rolled his little blue eyes, and said to Fenrir under the dirt, "May you dream of milk and meat floss bread, Fenrir."

Loki took Erff home from school, and the house was empty.He went to their bedroom to check, and the suitcase was taken away.Not surprisingly.

"Go and wash your hands baby," Loki kissed Nalf, "there are fresh black cherries on the table."

Rocky went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.Pots and pans ping-pong.

"Can we go to Uncle Charles and Uncle Eric's for dinner?" Nalf ate the cherries and looked at Loki with aggrieved eyes. "Pietro said they have roast chicken and creme brulee tonight."

Loki paused, and finally agreed helplessly, "Okay. Go and put on your coat."

"Is Sol not at home?" Charles asked Rocky next to him in a low voice while cutting the chicken.Eric scooped him a bowl of creamy soup.

"Not here," Loki rolled his eyes, "the suitcases are all taken away."

"Maybe you should talk to him." Charles sipped the creamy soup as Eric began to cut up the new chicken for him. "Okay thanks, I'm not handless."

"We've talked at least five thousand times," said Loki, "and each time it ended without a resolution."

"He just can't give up his job, he loves his job." Charles shook his head.At this time, Pietro tried to steal a little beer from Eric, but Charles caught him on the spot.

"You've probably reached 'that' time," Eric said. "It's a problem that almost every couple has. Me and Charles had a lot more trouble than you did."

"It's earth-shattering!" exclaimed Pietro.

"It's like being turned on its back!" Wanda also exclaimed strangely.

"Eat your meals." Charles and Eric said tacitly.

"Look, once your little ones get to this age, all anger goes away." Eric glanced at the twins. "They're annoying enough to deal with."

"Narfo will never become like them." Loki refused.

"Who knew, Pietro and Wanda would kiss me on the lips before going to bed when they were young, and say goodnight to me in a childlike voice."

"Ouch—" the twins pretended to vomit in unison.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Loki lay on Narf's pillow and read him a bedtime story.

"So the prince of Asgard rescued the princess of Jotunheim. The princess fell in love with the handsome and brave prince, and she decided to marry him. The prince