[Zhongyingmei] The correct posture of the villain's whitewashing

It looked like a theater for high society—that was Daze's first impression of the Met.

The two opera tickets were in a well-located independent stand, and there was a pot of brewed black tea beside the chair. The venue was very empty. Dai Ze looked around and raised his eyebrows: "I thought I would come to see it now." Operas are all..." The young man who doesn't come to opera often and doesn't know much about it thinks about his wording, "Old artist."

Hancock: "No old artist comes to Romeo and Juliet."

"Romeo and Juliet?" Dazzle couldn't help taking out the two receipts and glanced at them, "It doesn't say that this opera is this."

Hancock said normally: "Only this opera will be performed at the Metropolitan Theater during the day."

Dazzle showed an expression as if he knew Hancock for the first day: "You know this very well?" After a pause, he said, "It's hard for me to connect you with this place."

Hancock watched Dazzle's eyes crescent when he said this, as if thinking of something funny.

"I should have been here before," he said. "Often. But I don't remember."

Dai Ze stopped pouring tea: "Before? About you, before you lost your memory?"

Hancock nodded.

Dazzle stroked the rim of the cup with his fingertips, and suddenly asked: "Do you still want to know about your past, Hancock?"

Hancock looked at Dazzle, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I don't want to."

He looked towards the stage, where the staff had basically turned into a set, and the opera was about to start.

"No one has come to me for more than 70 years, so it's useless for me to think about them now." Saying this, Hancock said in a flat tone, "Maybe they are dead now."

No, not only did he not die, but he lived a much better life than you.

Dai Ze thought so in his heart, but he had a relieved expression on his face.

From the standpoint of a friend, he doesn't want Hancock to know about the past.Although this person doesn't say anything, he really hopes to have relatives and friends like ordinary people. If he knows the truth is his only relative for so many years, and even says that his lover has married someone else's child to become a mother, then the result is better to let He always thought that he was a loner.

The soothing prelude of the opera sounded at this time, and the whole venue fell silent instantly. The translucent curtain was slowly opened after the staff behind them completed the scene scheduling, and then the first act was staged. The dinner at Capulet's house.

When I saw Romeo and Juliet meeting, falling in love at first sight, and begging to kiss the back of Juliet’s hand with bold and exaggerated love words, under the dim light, those eager couples in the auditorium had already stretched their backs to their male companions like an opera .

Dazzle rubbed the back of his hands, turned his head and saw Hancock was looking at him, and couldn't help laughing: "There is no saint here who wants to kiss the back of your hand."

In the dark, he heard Hancock laughing. Daze looked at the male and female protagonists who fell in love on the stage, and felt the love atmosphere of the lovers around him, so he couldn't help leaning into Hancock's ear and said: " Don't you think it's not suitable for two men to watch this together?"

Hancock subconsciously glanced at Dazzle, the green light of the theater hit his face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Hancock moved his Adam's apple, and said in a deep voice, "I don't think so."

Dai Ze spread his hands and sat back down.After quietly watching the second act, he expressed his opinion: "I really don't have any artistic talents, and it is more interesting than this junior high school biology book."

"I feel like I'm going to fall asleep half way through."

And the truth is, Hancock felt his shoulders sink even before the opera was halfway through.

Dazzle had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

Hancock turned his head to look over, the angle made him feel a little familiar, and he could just see the curly eyelashes on his eyelids and the dark circles under his eyes.

It can be seen that his sleep quality has been very poor in the past few days. Thinking of the nightmare Dazzle had in the morning, Hancock frowned.

Although he wanted to know very much, but he didn't want to say it, so he didn't ask.

After adjusting his posture a little, he heard a man's moderate voice from his right.

"Dead gay."

Hancock turned his head, and what he saw was another independent stand, a man dressed as a social elite, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a disgusted expression on his face.

Hancock rubbed his nose, put Dazzle's head lightly on the armchair, and stood up to face the man.

"You can say it again."

Seemingly intimidated by Hancock's size when he stood up, the elite man flinched subconsciously, but he immediately realized that it was in front of his girlfriend.He looked at the distance of three or four meters between the two independent stands on the second floor, and then looked at the robust waiter behind him, who was equipped with every independent stand. He said it again confidently: "Dead gay."

"Disgusting, rubbish, social—"

Before he finished speaking, something flashed in front of his eyes, and the elite man had disappeared in his seat.

When his female partner reacted and wanted to scream, Hancock appeared in front of her again: "Quiet."

The female companion stretched out two index fingers with tears in her eyes and crossed her mouth.

Hancock returned to his seat and sat down, thought for a while, and then reached out and put Dazzle's head on his shoulder again.

Daize fell asleep for a long time.

I don't know if it's because he realizes that he is sitting next to a superman, so his subconscious will have a sense of security. He doesn't have those haunting nightmares anymore, and it seems that the lost sleep time in the past few days will be regained at this time.

When he woke up, the musical had already ended, and the hall was brightly lit and empty.

Dazzle rubbed his eyes and looked up at Hancock, who opened his eyes when he felt a movement in his shoulder.

"woke up?"

Daize responded, straightened up and yawned: "How long have I been asleep? The opera is over."

Hancock looked at the classical wall clock in the center of the opera hall: "Six hours, just the end of the last opera."

Daize listened in a daze, and it took a while to realize: "Six hours?" He almost jumped up from his chair, "Then the outside is already—"

Hancock: "Eight o'clock."

Dai Ze let out a sigh of relief, and turned on the new mobile phone with the calling card inserted, and sure enough, he saw more than five missed calls on it.

He pulled Hancock up and walked outside the opera house.

"We have to go back quickly." With that in his mouth, he looked for Stark's phone number on his phone.

After leaving the opera house, the cold wind hit his face. The moment he pressed the phone, the huge screen hanging on the roof of the Daily Planet opposite the opera house broadcast the real-time news of Manhattan, New York.

"The unexpected biological invasion has come to an end here. According to preliminary estimates, the total economic loss of Manhattan will exceed 30 billion U.S. dollars—this is the result of the Avengers risking their lives to maintain the safety of the city. Watch a set of clips."

pat.

The sound of a newly bought mobile phone knocking on the ground,

Daze stared blankly at the close-up of Manhattan, which seemed to have just experienced some catastrophe, alien invaders flying all over the sky, and a person he couldn't believe on the big screen.

He squinted his blue-green pupils and looked at the camera, his face full of evil joy brought about by this war.

Evil God Loki.

He faced the camera calmly, powerful and confident, and with his unique voice, he spoke the news that he was about to rule the earth.

Then there is the clip of him being captured by S.H.I.E.L.D.

This battle in New York was completely over before Dazzle even knew how it happened.

So what happened during the six hours he was asleep? !

The mobile phone that had fallen on the ground was picked up at this moment, and Jarvis' voice came from the other end.

"Mr. Daze?"

Dazzle took a deep breath, then picked up the phone and put it back to his ear: "Jarvis, where is Tony now?"

"He's at home, at the Malibu Sea House, sir."

Malibu beach, inside a small white high-tech bungalow.

Two people were paralyzed on the sofa in the living room.

One is Iron Man whose armor has been smashed to pieces.

One is a little spider whose uniform has been cut into rags.

"You've been lying here for three hours, sir." Jarvis said while vacuuming the parts that fell from Iron Man's body from time to time, "You can't sleep like this all night."

An endless silence answered Jarvis.

After an unknown amount of time, Peter Parker, who was staring at the ceiling out of focus on the sofa, said, "Mr. Stark, are you hungry?"

Stark stretched out his hand and pressed it several times before he pressed the switch to manually open the mask on his face, revealing his tired face, blood flowing from his head to his neck, which was shocking.

Iron Man raised his hand and snapped his fingers feebly: "I ordered takeaway, colorful donuts, Cyclops cheese sandwich."

The little spider also replied in a weak voice: "Oh, is that the new one-eyed cheese sandwich from Uncle John's house? Cool, I heard that it is super delicious."

Jarvis was holding the vacuum cleaner: "Mr. Daze will be back soon, sir, if you let him know that you eat those things again, he will be angry."

Stark: "He didn't—"

As soon as the words fell, a familiar voice came from outside the window.

"Cyclops Sandwich?"

Stark wiped his face with his back to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and patted Mr. Parker on the shoulder kindly: "He is hungry, I ordered it for him. You know that when you are seventeen or eighteen years old, you are always so hungry. No way."

The little spider looked confused: "What? This is not... This is clearly—"

After receiving Stark's incomparably calm gaze, Little Spider said, "——that's what I ordered."

He turned his head and saw the young man standing on the balcony, he smiled and waved his hands: "Long time no see, Mr. Dai Ze, nice to meet you!"

Stark looked at the disappearing figure in the sky, rubbed his chin thoughtfully: "You seem to be having a good time."

Daize would have misunderstood: "I'm sorry, I fell asleep in the opera house, otherwise I would definitely have rushed there as soon as possible."

Stark spread his hands: "I have no other meaning."

Daze looked at Stark's embarrassed face in the steel helmet, and sighed: "Jarvis, can I trouble you to bring the medicine box here?"