Win Wayne

It wasn't very hot at night in New York, and Steve didn't realize that Wen hadn't returned his leather jacket until the cool breeze was blowing on his face.

Forget it, he thought, it's just a coat, there's no need to go back.

And Wen Mingming was angry, so he didn't ask for trouble.

Steve walked towards his locomotive with big strides. Wen lived in a high-end apartment. This kind of place where you need to swipe your face to enter the door would never let suspicious people in. He was very relieved that he didn't turn off the engine of the locomotive, and walked forward. The seats are still warm.

He stepped into the car, accelerated to the maximum speed, and the strong wind was whistling in his ears, and it was at this time that Natasha's call came in.

"Hello?" He said loudly, "The person you asked me to drop off has arrived home, and I watched her enter the door!"

"Don't say it so loudly, I can hear you." Natasha lowered her voice.

She hid behind the wall in a black leather jacket, and quickly took out various equipment from the large suitcase beside her and placed them on the ground. Judging from her flowing movements, it wasn't the first time she played with this equipment.

"I remember that you haven't been assigned a mission recently." Steve lowered his voice, and he parked the motorcycle on the side of the road, "But I really didn't expect you to live so close to me, Director Fury sent you to protect mine?"

He used the accent on the word "protection", and there was something ironic in his tone.

"When I made it clear that I needed a vacation for a while, Fury did try to persuade me to accept the vacation assignment, but I declined." Natasha opened a laptop and connected the device to the computer. "You I've had enough babysitting for you during the time I woke up, and I have to worry about your night life—”

"Nate!"

"Okay, okay, don't mention these."

One of the group of people lying dizzy on the floor suddenly woke up. He shook his head and tried to get up, but Natasha pinched the back of his neck with his backhand and slammed into the ground with a muffled sound. The unlucky guy rolled his eyes again and passed out.

"Well, met my new neighbor?"

"She doesn't look very well."

"This is indeed the case, but don't be fooled by the illusion, at least the agents sent by Fury to protect you can't walk back and forth in her hands."

Steve knew that Wen was not as weak as she looked, and her muscles were fairly evenly distributed. From this aspect alone, her force value would not be too low.

But he was a little surprised to hear Natasha's high evaluation: "I didn't see that."

"It's normal." Natasha stared at the progress bar on the laptop display, "What do you think of her?"

"Not very well." Steve replied, "When I found her, she was in a bad state of mind, as if she had just cried, and she was shaking all the time. It didn't seem like anything happened to her attire, I'm not sure."

And on the way to send her back, they chatted about topics related to her family... But these things can't be said casually, so Steve didn't tell Natasha the details.

"She seems to have a bad relationship with her family," he said.

"It's really bad." Natasha didn't say much, "But this is not the question I wanted to ask, don't tell me you didn't understand what I was talking about."

This time Steve really felt helpless: "Nate, how old is she?"

"Absolutely adult." Natasha said casually, "You have to know that I will not recommend anyone to you casually, she is a very good candidate in every way, and you, our Captain America, need to treat yourself Be more confident."

"I don't want to discuss this topic anymore." Steve knew that Natasha would never give up easily, so he quickly stopped the topic, "But speaking of this, her family background really makes me a little curious, you It's not some 'Neighborhood in New York' that would be so considerate of a random little girl next door. Is there anything you didn't tell me, Nat?"

"What secrets can I have in front of you, Captain?" Natasha teased, "But I do know about Dianwen's family situation. Some acquaintances asked me to take care of her."

The progress bar on the notebook had reached full bar, Natasha removed the connected device and violently destroyed the notebook.

"I'm a busy person, and Hawkeye and I are responsible for the troublesome and unobtrusive tasks," she said, "and you have been so idle recently that you occasionally take care of my weak and beautiful neighbors as companions." obligation."

She blew a loud kiss before hanging up.

As soon as Wen entered the door, he rushed back to the bedroom, threw himself on the bed, and buried his face in the soft pillow.

The aftertaste of fear is still there, but she was too scared before, and now she can't even cry, so she can only use this kind of action to calm her mood.

Before today, Wen felt that even though this tattered body made life a lot more troublesome, the fun of life was not lost in these troubles. After today, Wen didn't think so.

... This tattered body really makes people super uncomfortable!

It's not that she is not tolerant, but this kind of life is too miserable, right? !This is also fear, that is also allergic, coughing and sneezing all over the body with hives at every turn, trembling and palpitations and unable to breathe when cold, you have to work hard to keep yourself healthy anytime, anywhere...

Wendy's life is too difficult.

Why is Wendy living so hard!

And she hasn't figured out what happened to the previous phobia, what kind of strange phobia is this time?

——Phobia of the dark.

The phobia this time actually sounds quite normal... At least the phobia of the dark makes Wen feel understandable. She is also a person who is a little afraid of the dark, knowing that the darkness and silence where she can't see her fingers is very overwhelming.

But ordinary fears are not the same as phobias.

Wen hugged the pillow and turned over, lying on his back: "I never asked, Wendy, why do you have so many phobias."

Wendy was still asleep deep in her consciousness.

After lying down for a few minutes, Wen sat up by himself and went to the bathroom to put a tub of hot water.To say what Wendy is most satisfied with about the layout of this house, Wendy must focus on this huge jacuzzi.

When she first used it, she didn't know how to operate it, and she couldn't find the manual, so it was Wendy who taught her.

She sat naked in the bathtub, and Wendy stood beside her with her arms folded, telling her one by one what the functions of the different buttons were, because she shyly hugged her chest, and was laughed at by Wendy.

But instead of teasing her for being shy, Wendy teases her for being "like I haven't bathed myself".

Wen was convinced by this logic, and she realized that it was she, not Wendy, who was going to bathe this body. Even if someone was shy, it should be Wendy who was shy... But it was absolutely impossible for Wendy to bathe this body just because someone touched her. Body shy.

After taking a bath and having a comfortable massage, Wendy changed into soft indoor pajamas and returned to the bed to cover herself with a quilt.

She didn't know how many times she tried to fall asleep, and how many times she opened her eyes amidst the rapid heartbeat.

Wen looked at the ceiling.

Not being able to sleep is indeed a major torture in life!

But what else can she do, if she can't sleep, she can't sleep. One of Wen's great strengths is that she can quickly accept the reality that cannot be changed. She got up from the bed and walked out of the bedroom with her slippers on.

The light in the living room was on.

Wen didn't have the habit of turning off the lights. Since the day she returned to this apartment, the lights in the living room hadn't been turned off.

Not only that, when she was told that this body had sleep phobia on the first day, she didn't seem to turn off the bedside lamp before going to bed.

Before, Wen thought it was because he was too forgetful and didn't remember to turn off the lights. Now it seems that it is the leftover habit of the body that still remembers the pain of dark phobia, so he instinctively remembers to leave a little light source.

The more she thought about it, the more miserable Wendy felt.

But her life was so miserable and her attitude was so fierce, which made Wen feel a little cute.

...Of course, even being cute now doesn't make Wen feel better.

She stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, and gradually saw strange black and white flower dots on the whitewashed walls. These fuzzy flower dots looked like chaotic patterns, they flickered uninterruptedly, and the strange flickering seemed to contain What rules.

Wen couldn't help opening his eyes even wider.

She stared at the ceiling in a daze. If anyone could see her dull look, they would definitely suspect that her spirit had completely collapsed, but the fact is that her mind is very clear at the moment. Ever since she woke up from this body, this It was the first time she felt this kind of sobriety that transcends the body and only exists in the spirit.

The black and white spots became more and more dense, and Wen's eyes became slack. She blinked slowly to relieve the soreness, once, again, and finally at one point, she closed her eyes and fell into a dark and sweet dream.

……

Wen sneezed loudly.

The sneeze was like a heavy blow, knocking her out completely.She rubbed her eyes sleepily and sat up from the grass, looking around in confusion.

what happened?

where is this?

Why is she lying on the grass?

There was water mist all around, Wen only stood for a short while before he felt that his clothes were wet and stuck to her body sticky.

She pulled the fabric in disgust, looked around, and walked out in a random direction.

When she took a step, the scene around her suddenly changed. The girl's laughter was small at first, and then gradually rang out around her as Wen walked forward, either crisp or soft, gentle or soft. Lively……

The smell of perfume came over, and countless slender bodies were looming in the mist, and the tight-fitting underwear outlined green and soft curves...

"Wendy!"

"Wendy?"

"Come here, Wendy..."

There was a long series of laughter one after another, and countless white arms of young girls like flower branches stretched out towards her.

"You're back!"

Bright daylight.

The light pierced through the mist, turning the girls' bodies into blurred shadows.

"I miss you so much……"

Is this a corridor?Both sides of the promenade are full of colorful glass windows painted by the sun. This promenade seems to be in the sea, and those colorful lights are like the aurora on the glacier.

On the transparent stained glass, the black shadows of the girls elongated and overlapped again.

"……what."

"Wendy, Wendy, Wen...well, Wendy..."

scream.laughter.With crying pleading.

Whispers in the ear.

A warm breath on the back of the neck.

Wen passed through them and continued walking on the promenade in the sea. Her eyes would occasionally turn to those figures, but she didn't pay too much attention to the laughter and games of the girls.

The bright sunlight made a gentle blue-green-pink glow outside the glass window. Wen moved closer obsessively, trying to stick to the glass window for a closer look, but her hand passed through the glass window and was submerged in the colorful mist.

The small circle of blue-green mist was dispersed by her.

It turned out that this was not a promenade under the sea, but she was walking in the drizzle.

Wen stopped quietly for a moment, and the girls surrounded him with cheerful laughter, each of them was like a delicate grass stalk, they danced around Wen on tiptoes, their light toes disturbed the light in the mist.

They swam up like fish, touched her lightly, and swam away like fish.

Wen didn't stand still, she continued to walk forward, so the slender girl scattered like a disturbed school of fish, and flew over lightly, following her footsteps.

what is happening?What are these girls dancing ballet?Does she have such a strong obsession with ballet in her heart, that she would imagine such a scene in her mind when she was unconscious, imagining herself surrounded by a group of ballet girls?

...Wait, this scene seems a bit familiar, Wendy seems to have mentioned something similar.

In her out-of-the-way fantasies, there was a picture of being surrounded by girls in training clothes, but Wen couldn't accept that kind of...cough cough scene, so she forcibly interrupted it without looking at it carefully. .

Wen looked at them a little confused, wondering if this was Wendy's inner world?

... Whether it is or not, the drizzle is too uncomfortable for her, Wen decided to find a place where it does not rain.

Wen trotted up, and the girls also accelerated suddenly, like trains criss-crossing beside her.

One came and another went.

Wen really wanted to laugh, but she didn't know what was going on, and she couldn't laugh out of the sadness in her heart.She stretched out her fingers and touched the hands that the girls stretched out towards her.

These girls turned out to be warm.

So warm, and fleeting, it only made Wen realize how lonely and cold she was at the moment.

What is this, Wen thought, is it a dream or something?

No, she can't sleep at all. How can a person who doesn't sleep dream? It's more reasonable to say that she's unconscious...

Wen suddenly came to his senses: "..."

This tattered body experienced the torment of phobia not long ago, and became emotional when talking to Captain America. After returning to the room, she took a hot bath and had a massage, and then she went to bed and lay down.

Then she lost consciousness.

...It seems that she is really in a coma.

Wen, who realized that he was unconscious: "..." For a moment, he didn't know what mood he should be in.

Now she can only think of one thing: she won't die suddenly, right? !

But if she really died suddenly, there was nothing she could do. Fortunately, Wendy should still be able to manipulate her body, so things wouldn't develop to that point.

Wen quickly let go of this matter, mainly because she really had nothing to do, she could clearly realize that she was an outsider in this body, and what happened in this tattered body seemed like a natural disaster.

What can she do with natural disasters?

Wen shook his head and walked on, the girls danced ballet lightly in mid-air, and Wen walked through their shadows.Their shadows are so warm and fascinating.

The sun was gradually dimming, and the setting sun was setting. The figures of the girls faded away with the last ray of light, and in front of them, the water mist gradually thickened.

The rain is getting heavier.

Wen has been soaked by the heavy rain, no matter what is going on now, her most urgent desire is to find a place where she can shelter from the rain. It would be even better if there are dry clothes for her to change into.

She continued to walk forward and stepped on the ground again. The rain-absorbed soil would loosen and sink with every step, trapping her feet in a pool of wet mud. Every step Wen had to struggle to pull her feet outward. .

Now Wen is sure that this is Wendy's inner world.

Such a difficult heavy rain, such a gloomy sky, such a difficult environment, and a solemn and cold castle in the rain ahead, yes, this is Wendy's style.

Those gorgeous and peaceful scenes before were not Wendy's heart.

After walking a few steps, Wen felt that her shoes were filled with muddy water. She squatted down, took off her shoes, held them in her hands, and ran towards the location of the castle—to be honest, this castle gave Wen a particularly bad feeling. , that kind of luxurious temperament is almost the same as Wendy's bedroom, just like Wendy's master bedroom gave Wen the feeling, there is no sense of disobedience in this castle when it switches to a murder case or a haunted house in the next second

But Wen is too tired and too cold now. When she couldn't find a shelter before, she was fine. Now when she saw this castle, Wen felt infinite excitement and anticipation, as if only this castle belonged to her. home.

Wen suspected that something was wrong with his brain.

But she was too lazy to think so much. She had had enough of the rainstorm and muddy water. After running across the grass, she finally stepped on the stone road.

Wen worried about some small stones or nails on the road, so he put on his shoes again.

She ran to the castle and pushed open the door.

The brilliant lights fell down, illuminating the whole room. The cathedral-like dome is surrounded by European-style classical patterned wallpaper, and the edge of the light-colored carpet is embroidered with exquisite gold thread, dark green, iron gray and red copper. Let the interior of the room be full of vigor, the wide leather sofa is dormant quietly, like a beast taking a nap.

Wen lost her words in a short period of time. She looked at the room in shock. Although she probably imagined the style of the castle before opening the door, she still felt unacceptable when she saw the interior of the castle with her own eyes. .

This place is full of life breath everywhere, can anyone really fall asleep in this kind of room?No nightmares?

The reason for this is like Lolita clothes are beautiful but not many people wear them beautifully enough. The castle is gorgeous and has a noble temperament, but Wen is an ordinary person. Nowhere is uncomfortable.

Especially since she was still drenched by the rain, the muddy water slipped from her trousers and dripped onto the carpet. If she wasn't completely soaked now, Wen would definitely use his cuffs to try to wipe the carpet clean.

She took a step back uneasily, retreating.

A strong sense of distance rose from her heart, but the place outside the castle was too lonely and too cold, she really couldn't resist this warm place.

Now Wen feels like the Princess and the Pea in a fairy tale.

The fairy tale says that the prince wanted to marry a real princess, but everyone who claimed to be a princess failed the test, until late one night in a heavy rain, a woman knocked on the door and said that she was a real princess. The servant brought her into the room and let her sleep on 20 layers of mattresses. The next day the princess complained that there was something under the bed that made her very uncomfortable. The prince immediately married her because she was the real princess.

Only a true princess can have skin so delicate that it can feel a pea under 20 layers of mattresses.

This body is really delicate to this extent, but Wendy doesn't sleep at all, so if someone comes to ask her how she slept the next day, she can't answer at all... Could it be that Wendy's heart is still full of fairy tales?

Wen thought she was the only one who liked those silly fairy tales.

She shivered, shook off the random thoughts in her head, and walked into the room cautiously.She had never been to this place before, but she naturally knew where she should go.

At the end of the second floor is her room. She walked over with her arms folded, and the muddy water dripped behind her back. The sound reminded her of how out of place she was with this place...

Although she is indeed the Princess and the Pea who was born to belong here.

Wen walked into the room, and she was relieved that there were no more than 20 mattresses on the big bed in the bedroom. She wiped off the muddy water with a towel, opened the wardrobe, and picked out a plain one to put on.

The dry cloth was against the skin, but the feeling of being out of place as if walking naked showed no sign of dissipating.

To make matters worse, Wen felt that he was hungry.

She left the room and walked into the hall. The dining table was not far away. Before entering, Wen could smell a strong fragrance. He heard men talking and laughing. There were five people, one with a more mature voice, and the other three Like a teenager or a young man, the last one is a child's voice, the voice of a little boy.

Is the owner of the castle?

Wen walked over, and the five people talked and laughed like no one else, as if she didn't exist at all.

Another guy came by, he was wearing a tuxedo, so Wen guessed it was the housekeeper or something.

She really wanted to complain that the butler was actually Mediterranean-style bald. You rich people don't pay attention to looks when you hire a butler?

But it doesn't seem to have anything to do with her.

The butler invited her to sit in the first seat on the side, second only to the oldest man sitting in the main seat.

Wen looked a few more times curiously, but unfortunately, the faces of these people were unclear and hazy, and she only vaguely felt that they were all handsome.

She sat down in that position, no one had any objection, but the youngest boy let out an unhappy cold snort.

...Smelly brat, your father has no problem with me sitting here, why are you humming.

If it weren't for the fact that this was someone else's house, Wen would have rolled his eyes at him.She sat down peacefully, and the plate in front of her was full of food. She immediately ate without hesitation. After filling her stomach, she realized that she was being so impolite. She raised her head embarrassedly and wanted to ask the owner of the house Thanks and apologies.

What a wonderful family!

With so much money, he doesn't dislike her at all!

Unexpectedly, after looking up, Wen found that the five people ignored her at all. They were talking and laughing with each other, only the butler noticed that she raised her head and looked at her kindly.

…Excuse me, steward, I shouldn't have laughed at your Mediterranean baldness.

I didn't expect you to be the best person in this family... But it's not unexpected that guests like Wen who come to the door suddenly are dirty and embarrassing. attitude.

Wen's mind satiated steadily, and endured the treatment of such a transparent person.It was quite unpleasant, but she didn't have the right to care about it, she just wanted to stay for a while and leave when the rain stopped.

Before leaving, I still have to thank the host family. After all, she still received their help.

...I didn't expect that the rain would stop, no matter what.

Wen didn't remember how long she had stayed in this castle. Every day she lived, the atmosphere in the castle would make her feel more and more unbearable. Something was clogging, something was lodged in her throat and it was driving her crazy from suffocation.

But when the family was away, the castle made her feel even more panic and terror.

Damn enough, what's wrong with this family?Is she a transparent person?For three meals a day, she just sat there and watched the warm life of the family, like an idiot.

Wen feels that the family's attitude towards her is no different from that of stray cats picked up on the side of the road.