Win Wayne

cookie clown

The ground and the sky are trembling.

Wen took off his shoes and carried them on his fingertips, and walked all the way on the dry grass, shaking the shoes in his hand as he walked, listening to their muffled knocking sound.

The surrounding scenery is always changing, but she doesn't have much interest in these scenery, and she doesn't bother to pay attention to the specific situation.

She is more concerned about where her next step will be, and whether the shoes in her hand will be shaken off by her. Besides, she doesn't even care so much about which direction she is walking in.

It was gray.

Wen walked for a while, and finally reached the end of the grass.

"Hey," she said, "Long time no see, Wendy."

Wendy, who was swinging on the swing, tapped on her toes and slowly stopped.

"We see each other every day," she said, "we see each other all the time."

There was only one swing on the entire grassland. Wen sat down cross-legged indifferently, and looked up at Wendy: "We don't need to chat in this way, right? If you want to talk, just come out. You should Talk to Connor, for no reason, I just think you'll probably hit it off."

Wendy said, "No one can talk to me."

"...I think I can get along with you quite well."

"That's because no matter what I say, you don't care." Wendy replied, and she began to shake the swing slowly again, "I have always envied you. You know how to deal with your own pain, I don't have this ability .”

Wen was stunned for a while, then suddenly said: "Is it my illusion or are you really expressing this meaning? I think——you seem to be saying that you like to chat with me."

"I do like chatting with you." Wendy smiled slightly, "Isn't that incredible?"

"It's unbelievable that you would say this." Wen shrugged and said meaningfully, "It seems that the fact that he is coming here really gave you a lot of excitement."

"..."

Wendy didn't speak, she didn't even meet Wen's eyes.She gazed into the distance silently, as if there was something in the sweeping meadow that deserved her undivided attention.

This typical evasive behavior is simply in line with Wen's impression of Wendy.

If this was a "whoever speaks first loses" contest, Wen was sure she would never win against Wendy.

She said, "Do you want to talk to him yourself?"

"No need." Wendy replied, "I just want to chat with you."

"I'm amazed that you put me in front of him... come on, let's talk," Wen said, straightening up with a serious listening expression. "What do you want to talk about?"

"About my past." Wendy said, "There is something you don't know yet."

"I'm not surprised. What is it?"

"I have a map of Xavier's Academy for the Gifted, you should have seen it."

Wen still vaguely remembered the map, but he had forgotten where to throw it long ago.She didn't take it to heart either, anyway, she always lost things, she got used to it... And for some reason, she lost things a lot, but she often dug out things she had never seen before...

... These strange things usually can't be kept in her hands for too long.

"That map is very important?" Wen asked, trying to appear nervous, but unfortunately he couldn't get nervous. "I seem to have lost the map."

"Important... No, it's not important." Wendy let out a long breath, "That's the map I made with my ex-boyfriend."

She seemed understated, but her words made Wen feel strange.It took Wen a few seconds to realize what was odd: Wendy had used the formal title of "ex-boyfriend."

It seems that no one of Wendy's ex has been introduced by such a formal title, and Harley is barely one, but since Wendy called her "girlfriend" in front of her father, the truth in it may be halved just work.

"Why don't I remember such a person?" Wen Qing couldn't help asking.

"You know some things I don't know, and I know some things you don't, that's normal." Wendy's face showed no sign of change.

Everything looked so peaceful, including Wendy's expression.

She began to talk about the ex-boyfriend that Wen had no impression of, a handsome, enthusiastic, considerate and gentle young man with great charisma.

They met in a coffee shop in New York and fell in love logically; they went shopping, watched movies, walked hand in hand in the park, and had noisy parties; Friends of my best friends...the whole relationship is so tender, with just the right amount of passion that is unique to young people.

Wen was listening intently, when Wendy said: "One morning when I woke up, I saw his face the first time I opened my eyes. I couldn't stand it, so I woke him up and broke up with him. "

"..."

Wen was dumbfounded.

"Are you," she asked carefully, "did you break up with him because he got bruises all over his face when he slept in the morning or saw eyeballs in the corners of his eyes?"

"I broke up with him because I couldn't stand him," Wendy said. "He was always there—always within reach, always encouraging me and supporting me. His thoughts were changing my thoughts, He's getting more and more of an influence on me, and I don't like me in that state."

Wen felt that he should say something, but felt that he should not say anything.

"My father gave me a pony for my birthday. I didn't like it at all, but because my father picked it for me, I never stopped paying attention to it." Wendy continued, "Occasionally I realize I’m like that pony to him, he doesn’t love me at all, and it’s not his affection for me that keeps him going this way, it’s because he’s just responsible.”

"Of course maybe that's not the case, and maybe things would have turned out differently if we had actually talked about how I felt...but I can't talk about it, and I can't stop myself from thinking that. The worst thing is , when I'm with him, I can't escape the truth that I've been denying. The truth is that all my pain is actually my problem."

Wen listened quietly, blinking slowly.

"I'm not making excuses for my family. Dad, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, they all had their own troubles and flaws, and they had some bad influences on me. When I was very young Sometimes, I can shirk responsibility, put all the blame on my abysmal upbringing and circumstances, and put myself in the victim's position. And I did."

Wendy shook her head and said, "But I'm not a kid anymore."

"Then your ex-boyfriend is a bit miserable." Wen said, "Do you like him or not? It's fine that you treat Dick and Halle very badly, they're not good emotionally clean people, this ex The boyfriend sounds very wronged."

Wendy stared at Wen and smiled.

This smile was like a bolt of lightning flashing from the abyss.

"It doesn't matter a long time ago," Wendy said. "It used to matter, but it doesn't matter anymore."

She turned her head to look at the edge of the grass again, and the swing swayed slightly, driving her toes to brush against the tops of the blades of grass.

But now Wen is increasingly confused about what the conversation is really about.Small talk is not Wendy's style. Wendy is always trying to express something when she speaks, so what emotion is Wendy trying to convey to her at this moment?Wen found that she was completely disoriented.

But just sitting quietly without speaking is something she is good at, and it seems that there is no need to break it.

She simply lay down and stretched her legs comfortably.The space is very bright, but the light is not dazzling. Wen stared aimlessly at the sky, looking for the light source, and occasionally looked back at Wendy, in case Wendy disappeared suddenly.

"Now you know everything." Wendy said abruptly after a long silence.

"what?"

"All the important and dramatic turning points in my life." Wendy replied, "Actually, there are not many such important turning points, and it's just three or four things. My life is actually not that dramatic... At least they are definitely not interesting enough compared to my father. Their lives are full of crises, and they have to save the world once a week on average. Pain, hesitation, choice, sacrifice...they have experienced far more than I have experienced."

"You are different." Wen said earnestly, "They still have ideals and justice, and it will not be too hard to do what they love. They have suffered more injuries than you, but they are much happier than you."

"Thank you for your comfort." Wendy said with a smile, "I know this better than you."

Wen shrugged: "The topic is too dull, let me tell some jokes to liven up the atmosphere."

"Go see your father." Wendy said.

Wen was taken aback: "Me?"

"You." Wendy nodded affirmatively, "I know what you're thinking, you think this is a matter between me and him—but the matter between me and him has been resolved, Wen, I made my decision choice, I left that world."

"That's my choice!"

"I chose to let you make the choice," Wendy corrected, "and when I made the choice, I knew exactly what choice you would make."

Wen was choked up, and said guiltyly: "...Then what can I say to him? I have hardly communicated with him directly. Is it too much to challenge such a difficult conversation for the first time?"

"Anyway, I won't come out." Wendy said.

This shameless act made Wen speechless—usually, she is always the most shameless of all the people present. In the past, she was invincible by relying on this trick, and now she can be considered to understand the feelings of those people .

"You've become more lively." In the end, Wen could only say bitterly, "You used to pretend to be deaf and dumb, but this time you came out and told me that you were going to pretend to be deaf and dumb. It's really you."

"I didn't come here on purpose." Wendy said, "Almost all of my control has been transferred to you, leaving only a little bit to ensure that I can stay in the deepest place to rest. This is your spiritual world, Wendy , It was you who pulled me in."

Wen, who didn't know if he did this at all, fell into self-doubt: "Really? Did I?"

Wendy jumped off the swing, and the trembling sky and ground shook even more violently, even dripping viscous slurry like candy melted by the sun.

This scene looked horrific, and the weirdest thing was that even the air became denser, but unlike the melting sky and ground, the air smelled more like brightly colored, translucent fruit candies.The thin light refracted repeatedly in the fruit candy, and gradually turned into a magical and gorgeous rainbow soda. Wen watched these changes in surprise, raised his hand, took off a piece of hard fruit candy, threw it into his mouth and chewed it .

Wendy watched the changes around her with a clear expression.

"Well," she said, "so that's what you wanted to see."

Wen is wrapped in bright and clear sugar cubes, nougat blocks form the ground, and various cream cakes are on the wall; light yellow cheese is used as the filling between the cream cakes, and the fresh and shiny The fruit pieces are unevenly distributed on the cream layer of the cake; the mellow aroma of chocolate is looming, intermittently outlining various lines on the ground.

The deep red syrup splashed on the ground was as clear as water, with a rich and long aftertaste that overwhelmed the sweetness of all other candies.

Wen curiously wanted to move forward, but found that she was tightly bound by the thread-shaped colored fudge. The surface of the fudge was covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and the sour aroma radiated everywhere, making her tongue salivate.

And I'm a little hungry.

What's this?Candy House?

Wen was not in a hurry to break free from the fudge, she looked around with interest, and was attracted by a dangling thing in front of her.

"Hey, look what I found?" she said cheerfully. "Cookie clowns dipped in syrup!"