[Zhongyingmei] After Chaoying killed me

Peter's thoughts were a little wandering, which didn't fit his situation at all—Fleischer was blocking Peter's way with his big body, which was half a head taller than Peter, and was threatening him to complete the volunteer task for him.

Just when Peter was hesitating whether to agree to save trouble—I like those children quite a bit, it’s a big deal to tease them elsewhere next time—when suddenly someone beside him coughed twice on purpose.

Not loud, but enough for everyone present to hear.

A man in formal attire stood in the distance and walked towards here, his beautiful brows under the light brown bangs frowned and looked towards this side.

Seeing someone coming, Fleischer glared at Peter resentfully, stuffed the broom in Peter's hand involuntarily, turned around and left.

Peter looked at the two brooms in his hand, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and sighed inwardly, then suddenly felt something was wrong, and suddenly raised his head.

——This gentleman looks familiar.

"Mr.... Mr. Caviezel?!" The man had already walked over, and Peter suddenly remembered who the man in front of him was.

Wyatt blinked, looking at the suddenly excited boy in front of him in a daze.

Did I know him before?

Wyatt came to see where his salary, which had just arrived and hadn't even warmed up, went. The system reported this address through the query, and also told Wyatt that he grew up in this orphanage.

"In short, you set up a regular monthly transfer, and you only have [-] on hand." When the system truthfully told Wyatt everything that had been queried, Wyatt was not surprised.

I came out of an orphanage, no wonder there were no traces of my relatives at home.

Wyatt: "Who are my adoptive parents? Maybe I should visit this weekend."

System: "No, you don't have an adopted family."

This answer was somewhat beyond Wyatt's expectations.

The welfare system of American society tends to adopt. They believe that it is better for a child to grow up in a family environment, and orphanages will try their best to find adoptive families for their children.

And he actually stayed in the orphanage until he became an adult?

What kind of devil am I, that the adoptive family doesn't want that kind of thing?

With deep self-doubt, Wyatt came to this orphanage far away from New York City, and heard the "bullying" here as soon as he entered the yard.

Wyatt couldn't help frowning. If this kind of bullying can be seen everywhere in the orphanage, then the atmosphere here is not suitable for children's growth. If all my money is spent here, it's time to stop funding.

Yes, Wyatt did not directly ask for the money back or stop this practice immediately, but decided to come and have a look - Wyatt, who had lost his memory, believed that he had no right to change what the "self" had done. Decide.

Although it was enough to make his heart ache.

So he cleared his throat, deliberately made some noise, and managed to make the big bully leave, but the short and thin bully suddenly shouted his name excitedly.

What should I do, I met an acquaintance?What should I say?Would it be too fake to say that I lost my memory at this time?

The expression on Wyatt's face froze, and when he was thinking about what to say and what expression to make, Peter couldn't wait to continue speaking.

"I've seen your video at the Stark Industries press conference, it's so—relieved!" Peter paused quickly, and immediately added, "I mean, it's amazing! Those words are really cruel Slap those who want to slander Mr. Stark!"

——Oh, so I got to know me through watching a video, and I’m still a small fan of Iron Man. The excitement is probably more due to my boss.

Wyatt quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and a habitual smile appeared on his face.

"Are you a kid here?" Wyatt asked.

"What?" Peter waved his hand quickly, and the broom in his hand lost its support and fell to the side. Peter quickly reached out to help it, and was a little flustered for a while, but he still explained quickly.

"No, no, no, I'm here to do volunteer work, this is our club activity - my name is Peter, Peter Parker, a student at Midtown High School."

Wyatt nodded knowingly. He glanced at the two brooms that were stuffed in Peter's hands. He paused for a moment and didn't mention what happened just now. Instead, he changed the topic: "What are you talking about here? Orphanage, understand?"

"Understood, sir, our club often comes here to do volunteer work." Peter nodded and said truthfully.

"Can you tell me, the staff here? And the living environment of the children?"

Wyatt was going to learn about this place on the sidelines. After the embarrassment just now, Wyatt was no longer going to go in - he had lived here for more than ten years, and if he met an acquaintance, Wyatt would not know how to deal with it for a while.

If he was taken to the hospital, could it be said that he was reborn with an extra system in his mind?

I'm afraid I'm going to be sent to the psychiatric department.

Peter nodded and told Wyatt everything he knew.

This is indeed an orphanage with good conditions, the staff are very responsible, and the children can get a good environment to grow up.

Knowing that his money was indeed in good hands, Wyatt was relieved.

"Can you give me your mobile phone?" Wyatt tilted his head towards Peter, and Peter nodded and handed his mobile phone.

Wyatt entered a series of numbers on the communication interface, and then clicked to dial. His mobile phone rang, and Wyatt hung up immediately.

"My contact information is stored in your mobile phone." Seeing Peter's puzzled face, Wyatt explained, "If you have anything to do if you don't want to tell your parents, you can come to me, as long as it is not working hours, I will null."

Peter was a warm and gentle boy, and Wyatt could feel his kindness in conversation.

He didn't want this kindness to be destroyed by school violence.

Even if it was a decision made by myself on the spur of the moment, although I may not have a long lifespan, I can help a little.

Wyatt thought, glancing at the green number in the upper right corner of his vision.

Suddenly receiving such kindness, Peter blushed and stumbled.

"Good... good sir."

Mr. Caviezel is a gentle and careful man, thought Peter.

"Just call me Wyatt." Wyatt patted Peter on the head and said.

The little brown curly hair was soft and soft, and it felt good to the touch. Wyatt withdrew his hand and rubbed his thumb.

A gust of wind blew by, and it was already autumn. The tall trees in the yard swayed twice with the wind, and several yellowed leaves fell down.

Peter suddenly realized that he still had volunteer work to do. He hurriedly greeted Wyatt, began to clean up the fallen leaves in the yard, and told stories to the children after he finished.

The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, forming spots of light on the ground covered with golden yellow leaves.Wyatt stood under the tree watching everything, in a trance.

"Ding--"

The sound of the system suddenly broke the moment of tranquility.

"Trigger memory, get extra reward: 10 points"

"Do you want to use points to restore part of the memory?"

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