Win Wayne

Wen was persuaded.

She wondered if she was too easy to be persuaded, but after thinking about it, it shouldn't be too easy... right?

It's just that it's hard for her to refuse Wendy's request. It's not surprising that Wendy's emotions can infect her, so when Wendy is unhappy, she will also be unhappy.

When she is happy, Wendy should also be much happier?

Although he was sure of this idea in his heart, Wendy wisely didn't ask Wendy about it, it was useless to ask, Wendy would definitely play dead.

It is more difficult for the real delicate and frail princess and sick lady to admit her weakness than to ask her to die.

But now that Pietro is gone, Wen flips through his phone and stares at the show tickets she's bought.

She had already planned to go to the show with Pietro, but now it seems that the extra tickets she bought were wasted...

The door opened suddenly, and Pietro, who rushed in, slammed on the brakes and stopped at the door with a bright smile: "Great, Wen, you haven't left yet!"

……Um?

"Is there something wrong with you?" Wen asked.

"Yeah, but I thought it wouldn't be good to leave suddenly, so I came back immediately after finishing the process, and I was a little worried about whether you had already left." Pietro shrugged pretending not to care, "It's a good thing you didn't leave."

Wen looked at him for a moment, then smiled.

Pietro laughed too, silly.But when he looked at Wen's smile, he remembered what he saw before going upstairs, the expression of Wen staring at the streetlight with downcast eyes.

That expression was so lonely.

Why does such a beautiful girl have such a lonely expression?

He thought, but this kind of thought would not stay in the young man's mind for too long, especially when Wen came over with a smile and took his arm, so the last bit of doubt was thrown away by Pietro.

They went to the Coliseum to see a circus performance.

Lively music, colorful lights, an acrobat troupe in shining costumes, performers performing fancy toss and catch on a unicycle, and six or seven lions jumping through the ring of fire under the long whip of the conductor.

The fireworks flashed brilliantly, and the cheers of the audience were deafening.

Wen stared intently.

But Pietro is not as serious as she is.

He stared at Wen's side face in the dark, her concentrated expression was also very charming, and anyway, her expression at this time made him happier than when she lowered her eyes and looked out of the window sadly.

As a powerful mutant, with his biological father Magneto and the leader of the mutant villain organization, Pietro has always been educated to realize that he is not special.

Everyone has their own brilliance.

Strength is not alone.

Faith, will, kindness and tenacity to never give up, these beautiful qualities are far more important than great strength.

He's not special—he's told himself that many times, and believes in what Professor X taught him.

Maybe they are not the truth, but now he still needs the guidance and help of his elders. He has learned from his father's experience and lessons, and because Magneto is his father, he is extra cautious in his words and deeds.

I'm not special, Pietro told himself.

No one is special.

Everyone is an ordinary person, a mutant, an alien, a person with superpowers... Powerful power does not make them different from anyone else, and there are countless people who have fallen into power.

It has never been power that really makes a hero a hero.

Kuaiyin has said these words to himself countless times in his heart, and he has recognized them countless times, but at this moment, he is looking at Wen, but thinking...

...Why is Wen so special?

Win never noticed Pietro.

She is always serious about watching the show, and the purpose of inviting Pietro is also very simple, mainly because she feels that playing with him is very relaxing, and secondly, after watching the show, it will be late, and Pietro can send her home.

This seems to be too purposeful, but to be honest, who cares?

She doesn't care anyway.

Pietro certainly doesn't care either.

During the break in the circus, a group of workers rushed to the stage and took down the barbed wire wall that surrounded the entire stage while the lions and trainers performed.

Thick steel wires connected to huge hoops hang down from the height of the stage, as well as swing-shaped devices, and trampolines are set up on the ground.The whispering voices of people around continued to sound:

"Are you coming?"

"Has it started? The grand finale! Ah, this is the performance I'm most looking forward to!"

"It's not in vain that I have worked so hard to get the front position."

"I really miss the old Grayson family..."

"The Graysons are trapeze talent!"

Sounds like the grand finale is about to begin, Pietro thought.

He also knows one thing about the performance form of trapeze, that is, acrobats swinging each other with ropes in mid-air, which is indeed very difficult for most people, and it is also very enjoyable.

However, he has seen many bigger scenes, and the whole circus performance can only be regarded as wonderful in his eyes, but it cannot make him addicted.

Pietro looked at Wen, only to find that the smile on Wen's face had disappeared.

She pursed her lips tightly, looking gloomy. During the intermission, the dome of the theater turned on the soft light, and the soft light like water soaked in her eyes, making her eyelashes seem to be filled with tears.

"...Wen?" Pietro said hesitantly.

Wen turned to look at him, and smiled again: "Huh?"

She smiled as if nothing had happened, she didn't look out the window with a lonely expression, her eyes didn't light up when she saw him come back, and she didn't suddenly look like she wanted to cry.

But the corners of her eyes were slightly red, which turned her bright smiling face into a cover, making people feel inexplicably melancholy.

Pietro paused and wanted to say nothing, but also wanted to say that you looked like you were crying just now.

He wants to ask you if you are sad, but also wants to say don't be sad.

But these thoughts turned in his mind so many times, his lips opened and closed, but in the end he just said: "...it's nothing."

Nothing, he thought, words that he couldn't say right now.

Wanda said that being too enthusiastic or too cold will scare a girl away unless she already has a crush on you.

Whether Wen liked him, Pietro couldn't tell, but he knew that Wen at least wouldn't hate him.

"Oh." Wen said, turning his head, staring blankly at the steel wires overhead.

Some words just slipped out of her lips: "...my elder brother was once known as a genius of trapeze show, he was born in a circus family, before being adopted by my father, he has been performing with his parents around. "

Pietro's attention was immediately attracted, and he listened intently to Wen's voice.

"Later, his parents had an accident during a performance, and my father just witnessed the scene with his own eyes, and he was taken home by his father." Wen said, suddenly laughing.

For the first time, when she was lying, happiness and warm emotions welled up in her heart.

It was so warm, like meeting a small bonfire in the cold winter, and she was so cold that she pressed herself close to the flame, even if her skin was scorched, she couldn't stay away.

No matter how hot the flames were, its warmth could only soothe her chest and palms.

She is still exposed to the harsh winter, enduring the cold wind blowing from all directions, and enduring the beatings of rain and snow.

... Despite this, the flames are still so warm.

"This is what I heard, because I was not born when my eldest brother was brought home, and for a long time as long as I can remember, I thought he was my biological brother." Wen said, "That should be our brother. Best relationship ever."

"And then?" Pietro asked.

"Then I went to a boarding school, a ballet school." Wen Yang raised his hand and lightly made a few dance poses on his arms, "I only bring holidays at home every year. Calculated according to the ratio of my time at home and at school , It should be said that every year during the holidays, I will temporarily stay at home."

"Unbelievable," Pietro couldn't help saying, "What did your parents think?"

Who knows what to think.

But Wen himself said that if she was really born in the city of Gotham, and her father decided to let her live on campus all year round, she would be super angry and grateful at the same time.

Smelly dad, are you sick? !

But I still want to thank my father for caring about my life!

"Actually, it's not that I can't understand that he asked me to study in a boarding school in other places. I was born in Gotham, and my health was very poor because of premature birth. Gotham will make my allergies recur, and I will develop eczema all over my body."

“The house has full air filtration, and if I go back to Gotham, I can hardly go anywhere but stay at home,” Wen said.

Pietro suddenly realized.

No wonder Wen's room was so clean, it was so clean that it made his scalp tingle, it must have been equipped with air-purifying equipment.

He said: "You can't stay in Gotham, your father can go to your city to accompany you."

"He would rather spend time with the female model than come to accompany me." Wen said calmly, "He can spend time with his elder brother to attend parent-teacher meetings, he can spend his time with his second brother to watch a live football game, he can spend his time Help the third brother participate in the company's decision-making, he can accompany the younger brother to do physical training...but he has no time to come to other cities to accompany me."

"He never had time to spend with me," Wen said.

"Uh, uh..." Pietro was speechless, "It seems that you also have an irresponsible father, which is quite similar to me."

Wen was taken aback: "Huh?"

This is the first time!When she told people about her made-up garbage father, someone would calmly comfort her and say "it looks like me"!

Is it true that art comes from life? !

Wen was convinced. It turned out that there really were such rubbish fathers in the world, and there seemed to be quite a few of them.

When she mentioned her father before, Barry also had an unsurprised expression, but now Pietro is more direct, bluntly saying that his father is also irresponsible.

For some reason, Wen felt a little bad.

But this bad feeling was squeezed away by another desire to tell. She said: "Actually, my father is not irresponsible. He is a person who considers everything and can think about everything well. It took me a long time to find out. Understand a fact, and it took a short time to convince myself to accept this fact."

Wen fell silent.

This feeling, how should I put it.

It's so complicated. This change in mood was so complicated that she felt a little bit at a loss as to what to say when she tasted these feelings.

She has been disappointed too many times.

"...I finally came to terms with it," Wen said. "He's a nice guy, he just can't be a father..."

Wen suddenly recalled the huge castle she saw in Wendy's inner world, the garden that was always shrouded in shadow, and the five masters living in the castle.

She recalled the feeling of suffocation like a stick in her throat.

"My father just..."

She said, but when the words came to her lips, she remembered the owner of the castle who rushed out of the castle with her and chased him all the way.She thought of the hand extended by the other party when she was in a panic, and the fist slowly retracted after being rejected.

An inexplicable sweetness made her stumble.

But this sweetness was applied on the tip of the needle, she tasted it, and the salty taste on the tip of her tongue diluted the sweetness.

"...he just doesn't love me."

After finally saying these words, Wen felt a chill on the back of his neck.Can this mood be called sorrow?Is it a bit of an overkill to call it mournful?

It seems a little hypocritical.

Parents don't take it for granted to love their children. If they don't love them, they don't love them. If they raise their children responsibly, they are qualified.

But she doesn't have irresponsible parents, so she has no position to comment on this matter.

Wen could only be sure of one thing, and that was that she didn't like the lies she had told.

But the desire to tell is so strong, as if she has thought about these lies thousands of times in her heart, chewing the bitterness in the story when no one knows, this story is false, but the bitter taste So true.

Her heart was filled with anger that had nowhere to vent, and she was at a loss as to what to do.

Yes, that's it, she's in so much pain that she's lost her mind, she's her own little closed world, and all the negativity flows back inward.She didn't hurt anyone, at least she didn't intend to.

It's just that she can't control herself a lot of times.

She is a derailed train, a kite with a broken string, a blind man who has lost his crutches, a master of lies who speaks a double word, hides her anger for countless years, and strives to play the gentle lady that her father imagined, no matter what the father says. They all answered "yes", and she almost never resisted.

until……

"I fucked Big Brother," Wen said. "I don't know what I was thinking."

Pietro groaned for a while, then said palely, "...you are not related by blood, you just call him big brother, that's nothing."

He paused and asked, "But I have a small question, how old were you at that time?"

temperature:"……"

She vaguely felt that it might not be very appropriate.

Wen didn't say anything.

Pietro had a premonition that this period of the past would usher in a huge turning point, but he still didn't expect the turning point to be so big. In addition, Wen said that she, uh, had a period of time with the eldest adopted son in the family. In fact, he was more thinking, Wen Do you like that big brother?

When she talked about that big brother, she showed a comfortable smile. Although the smile was very short, there was no doubt that they had a deep relationship.

But Pietro's silence was starting to bother Wen, and she was racking her brains for something to talk about away from her age.

In fact, the age difference between them is not that big.

It's just a difference of five or six years old, it's nothing.

"I think I might—" Wen said, "I might have loved him."

"Maybe he loved me too."

"Brother is very flirtatious, but not anyone can do it. He is too quick to take the bait." Wen said again, "But it doesn't matter, everything is over."

She smiled, and all the lights above her head went out in an instant, the music that shocked the audience was played loudly, and the host introduced the performers of the trapeze show enthusiastically.

It was because the outside interference was too heavy and the lights were too dim.

Pietro couldn't see whether Wen showed that lonely expression after saying these words.

And Wen watched the performance on the stage expressionlessly, poking Wendy desperately in his heart: Come out Wendy!you come out!This is not a lie, is it? !This is all true, right? !

- do you care?

It's not that much of a concern...

—Then what are you making a fuss about.

But is there a difference between real and fake? !I can pretend to say that I have slept with many people, but if I really slept with many people, I will never say it casually!

—Do you really care?

What a problem!I'm not you, I definitely care!

Of course I'm... in, about...

- Don't talk too much.

Wen: "..." She really didn't seem to care as much as she thought.

Damn, do I have such a low moral sense? !I turned out to be more unscrupulous than I thought!I was wrong, Wendy, I shouldn't have said that you have no morals and no lower limit. From the current point of view, the person who has no morals and no lower limit should be me...

Wendy didn't speak any more this time, and Wendy thought it might be because Wendy had nothing to say.

But after such a conversation with Wendy, Wen also gave up the idea of ​​finding out whether the lie she told before was true or not.

Whether those lies were true or not to Wendy, they were all false to her.

It was really late when the performance ended. Pietro sent Wen back home. Wen was a little shocked by his calmness. Was her thinking too old-fashioned or something? Wasn't he surprised by what she said?

These guys really aren't surprised at all

She said goodbye to Pietro with mixed emotions, and Pietro smiled at her.

The gentle and calm look in his eyes made her feel much better.

Wen smiled and said, "Thank you for willing to accompany me to watch the show."

"Thank you for letting me watch the show with you." Pietro shrugged, "I don't think there is a possibility that you won't get a date."

"They're all unsatisfactory." Wen said, "But it's just a coincidence that I invited you. I seldom do things with a plan. The highest limit is to start planning for the evening at noon."

Pietro suddenly realized: "So if I don't come back halfway..."

"I should ask if other people are available." Wen replied, "But don't worry, you are always on the waiting list."

After saying this, Wen realized that this sounded like a standard scum girl's speech, with the posture of "I'll just tell you that you are a spare tire and love to come or not".

"It's an honor for me," Pietro said.

temperature:"……"

You accepted it calmly? ? ?

Wen finally understood why Wendy could be so scumbag.

——Human nature is very honest, and so are feelings. Either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind.

——Most people say that they will never be a dog licker, but in fact they just want to lick and have no chance, just like many honest people are honest only because they have no chance to be dishonest.

——It doesn’t discriminate between men and women.

Don't destroy the fantasy of beautiful love in my heart, Wendy? !

- Don't fantasize, you will have it.

What, what?

Wendy, why has your attitude changed so suddenly recently?Don't scare me, okay, I can't stand being scared.

But Wendy had disappeared from her mind.

Wen looked at Pietro, momentarily bewildered. She wasn't used to directly ignoring other people's affection, but to be honest, other people's affection weighed heavily on her.

Whether this is Wendy's mood or her own mood, Wen can no longer tell.

Pietro took a step back and said, "I'm leaving."

"Yeah," Wen said, "bye."

She turned and walked into the building, Pietro watched her back disappear behind the door, and then with a bitter face, sighed and took out the mobile phone, looking at the densely packed missed calls on it.

It seems that he will be busy in the next period of time, and I hope the professor will not be too angry.

When Wen returned to the room, he straightened up after changing his shoes, but was startled by Natasha, who was leaning on the shoe cabinet with her hands folded over her chest, and fell back. Fortunately, this body's balance ability was excellent, and she quickly stood up on her own .

"Why are you silent?"

"I want to see when you find me."

"I'm not a trained agent," Wen said with a sigh of relief, "I can't find you."

"not in a good mood?"

"A bit."

"Didn't you go out on a date?"

"You know again." Wen said, "You saw it upstairs."

Natasha observed Wen's expression: "He must be too boring to spoil your interest."

"No." Wen said after a pause, "We went to the circus show together today, and the finale was the trapeze show, which reminded me of Big Brother."

"Interesting." Natasha said, "Did you sleep with him? Did you collapse after sleeping?"

"...I suspect now that you followed us and overheard our conversation."

"No, I just came back not long ago." Natasha chuckled, "It's just that your expression is easy to guess."

Wen Heng: "Really? Really? Then guess what I'm thinking now?"

"I cooked you pasta with black pepper sauce." Natasha said, "Didn't Kuaiyin buy you food? The little boy is not considerate enough."

Wen was silent for three seconds before realizing that he should have expressed surprise that Pietro was Kuaiyin, but three seconds had passed, and it would be too artificial to express surprise.

She pretended nothing happened.

After eating the pasta, you will be full, and when you are full, you will easily feel sleepy. She yawned and sat on the dining table and nodded. Natasha watched for a while without making a sound.

It was Wen himself who realized that it was her usual time for washing. She rubbed her eyes, drowsily washed her face and brushed her teeth, and then took a shower. Halfway through washing her hair, she leaned against the wall and lost consciousness before washing it off.

Wendy opened her eyes.

She rinsed the lather off her head, dried her hair, changed into her pajamas, and sat back at the table propping her cheeks.

Wen woke up with a start.

She glanced around in confusion, feeling drowsy. She played with her mobile phone while propping her cheeks, and gradually changed from propping her cheeks to lying on the dining table.

Her vision was blurred, she closed her eyes and pillowed her arm, and fell asleep quickly.

Natasha just came over, picked Wen up by the waist, and sent him to the bedroom to cover him with a quilt.

She sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking Wen's cheek with her fingers.Wen's breathing was sweet and long after falling asleep, his face was as beautiful as a newborn flower bud, and even the fine and soft hairs on the surface of the skin were exactly the same as the calyx.

The pair of slender hands are gently folded and shrunk in front of the chest, like a baby bird shrunk its small wings that are not enough to support itself to fly.

A sense of trembling hovered over Natasha's head, because she clearly felt the tenderness of motherhood in her heart at this moment.

The permanent loss of fertility in the former secret service organization was her eternal pain. How much she wished that she could also have a child, like the girl in front of her, sleeping under her protection docilely and ignorant of the world.

For a moment, Natasha felt a dangerous empathy develop in her.

A mother's possessiveness made it difficult for Natasha to accept that the girl would leave her one day, and what made Natasha even more unbearable was that she knew she could not protect Wen forever.

... Wen isn't even her daughter

No matter what wrong signals Win got from Bruce Wayne, no matter how angry Batman's consistent silence and concealment made her, her grievance and anger were... childish.

Dick Grayson will choose to go solo as Nightwing.

Jason Todd will rule the Gotham gang in the name of the Red Hood.

They will fight Batman at every turn, fight each other, and punch to the flesh every time.

Wen, on the other hand, would only get sulky, run away from home, and frequently change boyfriends or girlfriends.

Only a child who is carefree and pampered without knowing it will choose to lose his temper in this way.

Batman would be mad at the loss of his precious little daughter.