[Zhongyingmei] After Chaoying killed me

The already golden autumn leaves hung on the branches and crumbled, and finally they were rolled up and fell down by a gust of wind.

The young child was standing under the tree with his head raised. The sunlight penetrated through the gaps between the leaves and fell on the child's light brown hair in clusters. The light-colored hair reflected a faint golden light.

He raised his right hand slightly, wanting to touch the leaf blown by the wind.

Under his gaze, the leaves that were about to fall into the palm of the hand suddenly broke away from gravity, spinning around the child's outstretched arms and flying.

That's what Ms. Jones saw as she approached, a child who couldn't usually relax like everyone else, smiling relaxed and content when he was alone.

He was happy, Ms. Jones knew.

But not.

"Wyatt." Ms. Jones's stern voice contained disapproval. The movement of the child's hands froze, and the leaf lost its strength and drifted aside, finally landing on the ground.

The young Wyatt knew that he had done something wrong, his eyes darkened, he lowered his head in admitting his mistake and dared not look at Ms. Jones, his mouth was tightly pursed.

"...I'm sorry, Ms. Jones," Wyatt murmured.

Looking at the child who was shrugging all over in front of her, Ms. Jones sighed inaudibly from the bottom of her heart.

She walked up to Wyatt and squatted down, straightened Wyatt's wrinkled collar, put both hands on Wyatt's shoulders, and looked seriously at Wyatt's light gray pair Eyes: "Don't show your ability in front of others, Wyatt, don't use it until you have the ability to protect yourself."

"If someone else finds it, then you will leave here and never come back." Ms. Jones followed, her eyes seemed to be recalling something.

"This is a secret between the two of us, only the two of us know, okay?" Ms. Jones stretched out her little finger and shook it twice in front of Wyatt.

Wyatt didn't want to leave here, and he didn't want to lose sight of Ms. Jones.He nodded obediently, and his little finger touched Ms. Jones' little finger solemnly.

Wyatt, who was still young, couldn't see the pity, pain and nostalgia buried in Ms. Jones's eyes. He only knew that he had made a promise under the autumn tree with fallen leaves on a sunny day.

Don't show off your abilities in front of others.

He can do it.

But Wyatt, who had already grown up, saw all the nun's expressions in his eyes.

It was his memory, Wyatt understood.

This is the second memory activation, and Wyatt is already familiar with the road, searching for useful information as much as possible.

This is what happened under the tree in the orphanage when I was a child—the so-called touching the scene, so this must have triggered the point reward.

The meticulously combed hair in front of her, Ms. Jones, who looks serious but has gentle eyes, should be one of the staff in the orphanage responsible for taking care of the children.

Even now, although mutants coexist peacefully with ordinary people on the surface, and sometimes the X-Men organized by Professor X will help in times of crisis, but mutants are still not accepted by ordinary people.

If the mutants' identities are exposed, they will not be able to live normally among ordinary people. The strange eyes and the discussions behind them are enough to crush a person.

What's more, there are countless scientists who disregard the mutant agreement and try to capture a single mutant who has no power to restrain them for experiments.

And more than ten years ago, there was no mutant agreement, and mutants who were alone at that time were even more dangerous.

——she knows her unique abilities and does her best to protect herself.

But where did the pain and nostalgia in her eyes come from?What else happened here?

Wyatt didn't know, but the display of memory continued, showing him his childhood life in fragments.

Simply put, it is three words, not gregarious.

It's not that you don't fit in in character, but you have to be "out of gregarious".

Afraid of accidentally showing his abilities, Wyatt could only avoid all the children who wanted to get close to him. Over time, other children gradually stopped approaching him, and more chose to ignore him.

But thanks to Ms. Jones, her gentle companionship and teaching prevented me from becoming a withdrawn and autistic person.

A warm current surged in Wyatt's heart. Although it was only a fragmentary picture, it was enough to make Wyatt feel grateful.

Now Wyatt understands why he donated most of his salary—not so much as an act of kindness, but as a way of repaying a favor.

Three thousand dollars a month is enough for my daily life in New York, but it is a little tighter, Wyatt comforted himself.

A sudden ringing of the bell broke Wyatt's contemplation, and also pulled Wyatt out of the memory of his sleep.

Wyatt squinted and groped around the bedside, finally finding the source of the sound—someone calling him.

Even if he can think normally in the memory, in reality his body is still in a state of sleep and rest.

Wyatt was still a little sleepy.

He straightened up from the bed, didn't even look at it, just clicked to answer, and then put the receiver close to his ear. This series of movements relied entirely on his physical instincts.

"... Caviezel?"

Perhaps because Wyatt didn't speak, a questioning tone came from the receiver two seconds later.

——Oh, it's the captain.

After being stunned for a few more seconds, Wyatt recognized the call from the captain. He tried his best to focus his attention, and hummed vaguely to indicate that he was listening.

"Today is Saturday, we have an appointment to exercise." The captain reminded, "I'll wait for you in Central Park, New York."

——What is the appointment?

…Oh, exercise, that seems to be the case.

"Okay." After confirming that he did have an appointment with the captain, Wyatt replied.

After getting an answer, the captain hung up the phone with satisfaction.This is the way he has just learned to communicate, and it is indeed much more convenient than 70 years ago-at least it is very effective in waking people up.

There was a beeping busy tone from the microphone. After listening for a few seconds in a daze, Wyatt threw the phone aside and slammed himself back into the soft bed.

The system that has seen it all:  …

"Hanhan, wake up Hanhan!" The system shouted with amplified voice in its mind.

System: I never thought that one day I would be reduced to being an alarm clock.

"--I know, I know."

Wyatt, who was woken up for the second time, finally became a little more awake. He sat up straight and shook his head, trying to clear his muddy mind.

Then I belatedly realized that someone said they were waiting for me in Central Park?

Wyatt looked suspiciously at the still dark sky outside the window, then found the phone that had been thrown aside, and turned on the screen.

Wyatt: "This...is it less than six o'clock?!"

The author has something to say:

Wyatt: I know what I'm going through (sad face