Win Wayne

The thing looked at him sideways, as if taken aback by his straightforwardness, unable to speak.

Damian anxiously adjusted his standing posture, and the other party immediately leaned over, pressed his shoulders and took her back: "Please sit down, I didn't think carefully, it's really not the etiquette to treat guests while standing and talking."

Damian is not very happy to be pushed by the opponent to act, but unfortunately his body is not obedient.

He didn't rise to resist until he actually sat down, and at this time the other party had already let out a slight laugh, as if he knew his thoughts well and found his every reaction very interesting.

"I do find every reaction of yours amusing," the thing said. "You can call me Leonardo. I don't really mind the title, but 'the thing' doesn't please me."

Leonardo was by no means his name, Damian thought.

"It is. At least during my period," said the other. "Don't be so wary, little bird, I'm no danger to you. I don't really take pleasure in hurting people."

"As for your question just now." Leonardo said, "You shouldn't ask me. You should ask Wendy herself."

"She's in a parallel world."

"I can take you there."

"What do you need from me?"

"I charge for entertainment, not for profit," said Leonardo, who took a few steps back and sat down on a light brown leather sofa with his hands resting comfortably on the back of the sofa.Only then did Damian notice that he was dressed like a playboy from the last century, "I charge the price just because I think it's so interesting."

What the devil did, Damian thought.He knew that the other party could hear what he was thinking, but he couldn't control it.

"No wonder. Demons are top businessmen who never lose money, and their deals are sure to make a profit. In comparison, I am a saint," Leonardo said softly, "I give far more than I receive , with small gifts from time to time, and lifelong after-sales service. Finding me is the most correct choice Wendy has ever made."

"So I don't have to pay anything." Damian concluded, "This is all after-sales service you gave Wendy."

"Correct." Leonardo said with a smile in his voice, "How is it? Are you ready to meet Wendy?"

Damian opened his mouth, but before he could answer, he found himself standing in the corridor of Wayne's main house.

...his vision dropped a lot.

He got smaller.

"Damian?" A familiar voice came from behind, "Why are you in a daze?"

He stared at the ground for a few seconds, then slowly turned around.

Wen looked strangely at Damian who was walking back again, thinking that this was a rare thing, that Damian didn't turn his head away immediately after talking to her, but turned back again.

"If you don't go to class, it will be too late." She couldn't help reminding, "Although I don't think your grades will be affected if you don't go to class, but if you miss too many classes, you will be invited by the parents? Are you sure you want to let Wei En to embarrass himself at school?"

Damian replied without thinking: "It's better than you messing around at school and getting your father invited to school."

Wen froze.

"What happened? What did you just say? You say it again?" She was completely stupid, "Did I hear wrong? Or am I dreaming? I thought I was awake but I was dreaming? No, I I usually know that I am dreaming when I dream, but today's dream is too realistic..."

"This is not a dream." Damian said, not even caring about being angry with his milky voice at his age, "You are not Wendy."

"Uh..." Wen said.

She and the Damian who didn't know what happened opposite looked at each other for a few seconds, then opened the bedroom door again, and politely invited: "Come in to talk?"

Damian looked at her strangely for a while, and walked in first.

Wen closed the door.

As soon as she turned her head she met Damian's eyes staring straight at her.

"It seems that you are doing well in this world." Damian said coldly, "It seems that father and the others are worrying for nothing."

Wen could understand what Damian wanted to express, but she didn't like Damian's tone and attitude very much."I don't understand why they should be worried. I'm not a five or six-year-old kid anymore," she said.

"You..." Damian stammered.

Wen went and sat down opposite Damian: "Seriously, what's going on with you? Why are you in this little Damian's body? Is it a spirit possession or something? Or is it that your memory puts his Memory overwritten? Can the original Damian come back?"

Damian didn't know how the specific situation would develop.

Wen saw it right away.

She looked at Damian with wide eyes, and after a moment of stunned, she shrugged indifferently: "Whatever."

This indifferent attitude made Damian even more unbearable, and he said with a livid face, "What are you guys playing?"

Wen asked, "Do you want to ask me or Wendy?"

"You and Wendy." Damian said.

"Hmm..." Wen raised his feet absently, "We didn't play anything, we just ran away from home in an ordinary way, and ran away from home in an unusual way to a parallel world..."

Damian interrupted her: "When will you be home?"

This time Wen was very straightforward: "I won't return."

"you sure?"

"I can't come up with a more affirmative answer than this one," Wen said. "At least not yet."

Damian looked up at her, eyes sharp as a man's, despite being trapped in the body of a boy his age.

He asked calmly, "Is this Wendy's decision?"

"Wendy decided to give me all the decision-making power. Rounding up, this is Wendy's decision." Wendy didn't care, "Anyway, I won't go back."

"Let Wendy come out and talk to me."

"She won't come out, she doesn't want to see anyone," Wen said, and she began to lose patience, "Okay, I don't care what's going on with you, it's time for you to go back to Damian, back to your own world, away from me Point. I'm doing fine now, Wendy and I are doing fine together, getting away from that world is the best thing we've ever done..."

"Is that so? Is this your answer?" Damian shouted unbearably.

His childish voice became extremely sharp, and its penetrating power made Wen's scalp tingle: "All patience, concessions, and care don't exist in your eyes? Is this how you view everyone's efforts? You are too selfish !Too cruel!"

Wen was a little overwhelmed by the stormy accusations: "...Wait, wait, what does this have to do with me? You know I'm not Wendy, right?"

"I don't know how you coordinate exactly, but I have my own judgment." Damian stood on the bed, folded his arms around his chest, and looked down at Wen from above, "You are not the same person, but you are the same person."

Wen Xin said, do you really understand what's going on?That's really amazing, you actually understand something that I, the client, don't quite understand...

She listened to Damian with a superficial smile and didn't show much else.

Damian has always been a very patient child, he can't hold on for too long, as long as he listens to what he has to say and then simply refuses.

She kept perfunctory Damian by nodding her head every few seconds, but Damian's voice couldn't be avoided, and he said, "...you should go home."

Wen said, "Do you know my name?"

Damian watched her cautiously: "I can tell whether it's you or Wendy who appeared. This is much more important than knowing your name."

Wen Xin thinks you just know that I am different from Wendy, but you don't know who I am.

"I thought you didn't like us."

"It has nothing to do with my personal wishes, you are still a family member."

Wen stood up and walked across the room to the balcony.The aroma of the plant filled her nose. She reached out and fiddled with the blooming mint in the flower pot, took a piece and put it in her mouth.

She chewed the mint slowly, then turned to Damian and asked, "Would you like to go for a walk in the garden with me?"

Damian looked at her suspiciously.

"Just go for a walk." Wen said strangely, "What are you afraid of?"

Damian wanted to say that he wasn't afraid, but when Wen looked into the distance just now, it was hard for him not to think of what he saw before—now he couldn't see it, but the scariest thing about this kind of thing was that as long as Once you know it, you can never get rid of it.You can't help but wonder how many horrors there are in this world that you can't see.

"I'm not afraid." Damian said firmly.

He jumped out of bed and followed Wen out of the bedroom.

There was no one in Wayne's main house, and their footsteps were fast and slow, staggering gently in the corridor.The protagonist of the oil painting on the wall casts a cold look at the siblings outside the frame, as if laughing at their distance.

"I love the porch," Wen said, slowing her pace to make the walk longer. "My favorite spot in the house is the porch."

Damian said, "Why?"

"Because the corridor is not in the room, but outside the room." Wen replied, "The corridor is outside all the rooms, and there is a big window. When the weather is good, you can see the moon from the window."

Damian said, "Yeah."

They walked out of the castle slowly and walked on the flat stone road.

The sculpture in the pool held a vase high, and white water flowed from the vase, and a few birds jumped and chirped by the water. When Wen Wen Damian walked by, these sensitive little animals flew away, but they did not Flying far away, when Wen Wen and Damian walked into the depths of the garden, they fell back to the pool and washed their dusty feathers.

"I know you can see things that ordinary people can't see." Damian said, "What you see is real, not an illusion."

"It doesn't matter. It's hard to separate the truth from the illusion here. I regard them all as fake. How did you find this world?" Wen spread her five fingers around half of her face, closed her eyes, and a name came It came naturally from her mind, "Is it Leonardo?"

Damian pursed his lips tightly: "..."

"It was him," Wyn said. "He was the weirdest weirdo I've ever met. But he was kind, and kind—he asked me a weird question, and he asked me if I'd be his daughter." .”

"..."

"I refused, but it wasn't because I was satisfied with the kinship I had, but because I always felt that something would happen if I promised him," Wen thought, "some unexplainable and not so good things."

She was putting it lightly.

Damian obviously didn't need her to speak clearly to understand her unfinished words. His face was slightly blue, and he gritted his teeth when he spoke: "He made me eat that disgusting thing on purpose!"

"What did he eat for you?" Wen laughed.

Damian took out an opaque bag that was tightly sealed from his pocket, opened it cautiously, and slowly pulled out a small silver dinner plate from it.

The things on the dinner plate were exposed to Wen's eyes, and they were still so gorgeous that they made people dizzy and sick.Damian observed Wen's expression, and found that there was nothing unusual about Wen's expression. She stared intently at the things on the plate for a while, then raised her hand to pick up a slice.

Before Damian could stop it, Wen put it in his mouth and began to chew.

While chewing, Wen Huan looked at Damian inexplicably, not to mention innocent eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

You just ate this thing!

Damian forced himself to be calm: "...how do you feel now?"