Win Wayne

"The kind that has no intention at all? No."

"Then let me start." Wen didn't care, "Why did you go to see your second brother—well, he's not your second brother, why did you want to visit the second brother's arsenal in this world?"

"You know that the flow of time in my world is different from this world..."

"What?" Wen was shocked again, "Are the time flows of these two worlds different?"

Wendy: "..."

She scolded Wen: "Why didn't you kill yourself stupid!"

"I don't have any concept of time, did you just find out today?" Wen curled his lips, and waved warmly at Wendy, "Stop standing there, come and sit, just sit next to me."

Wendy looked at Wen as if in a little surprise, and then at her cross-legged posture——she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

She imitated Wen and sat down opposite him.

Wen stared intently at Wendy's face, and Wendy looked at her for no reason.

"I haven't looked in the mirror carefully yet." Wen said suddenly, "Now that you're sitting across from me, it feels like I'm looking in the mirror."

"It's not the same." Wendy said, "Our movements are different, our habits are different, our moods and expressions are also different. When you smile, your facial features are stretched out, maybe you don't realize it yourself. Point, but when I laugh—”

"You never show your teeth," Wen said, "and you seldom really smile. Your expression is always very, straight, very fake, but it's very fake. It's like facing the camera anytime, anywhere, you You have to keep your manners."

"People in the upper class don't advocate showing emotions." Wendy replied, "It may also be because I spend more time in Britain. The school I went to was a ballet school. Expression management is also an important factor in performance. We have to express ourselves at all times." very gracefully, like a swan."

"Swans are not elegant! Swans peck people very fiercely!" Wen snorted, "It's all fake, swans are just animals, people are born with that appearance, and it has nothing to do with elegance."

"We are not naturally elegant like swans, so we have to behave elegantly." Wendy said, "Otherwise we will be secretly laughed at."

Wen couldn't understand: "Why do you care so much about what people think of you that you don't care at all?"

"I don't know what people I care about think of me."

"You don't ask."

"What if I ask? What if the answer I get isn't what I want? What if it's the exact opposite of what I want?"

"Whether you ask or not, the truth is there," Wen said. "If you ask, at least it won't be like... It won't be like a box that you don't know what's in it. If you want to know what's in the box, just open it That's it. If the box is empty, find another box."

"I just want that one box."

"Then you have to open it to see what's inside." Wen said, "If it's empty, find a way to put something in it. Empty it and fill it with what you want."

"Things are not that simple." Wendy shook her head, she hesitated and then changed her words, "It may be that simple for you, but not for me."

"Is it just you and your brother in your family?" Wen changed the question, "Your family has a housekeeper, right?"

"Yes." Wendy said.

"I've never heard you mention the housekeeper. In a rich family like yours, the housekeeper shouldn't be dismissed casually, right?"

"Yes." Wendy said, "He has been taking care of this family since my grandparents' generation, and my father and other members of the family respect him very much."

"You didn't mention your grandparents either."

"They died of a robbery when my father was very young. This is Gotham, a dangerous city." Wendy said, "My father was basically raised by a housekeeper."

"You've always seen pictures of your grandparents."

"No."

Wen was shocked again: "No? How is it possible? You must be joking."

"They can't be mentioned in my family." Wendy said, "because it is said—it's just said that when the shooting happened, my father was at the scene. A great stimulus."

"It seems that everything has a reason." Wen commented, "An unhealthy family is one of the biggest reasons for people's personality distortions, and your father brought this distortion to you when you grew up."

"..."

"Who do you like best in your family?"

"Of course my father."

Wen said: "I'm not asking who you love the most, I'm asking who you like the most."

Now Wendy really started to feel uncomfortable, she frowned and leaned back: "I don't want to ask and answer this question."

"You haven't thought about it, have you?"

"You can say that," Wendy said, "I never thought about it."

Wen thought for a while, and Wendy looked at her, wondering what Wen would say next.

She heard Wen say, "You like the younger brother the most, right?"

"..."

"I think it should be him, because I think his emotions and reactions are the best for you." Wen shook his body briskly, "He's not as contradictory as your father, and he doesn't make you feel uncomfortable like your elder brother." Know exactly what the other person is thinking. Before you met the second brother in this world, you may like the second brother the most, but it seems that he also hides a lot of things from you. As for the third brother...you mentioned him too rarely, and I feel that he It doesn't exist at all."

"If you must say that, I do like him the most. But I also hate him the most."

"Nonsense, you don't feel like this at all when you hate someone. You hate everyone in your family, but you don't want to admit it yourself. You only admit that you hate your younger brother." Wen said, "You don't hate him."

"...Is this matter so important?"

"Have you ever thought that it would be the most convenient and concise way to ask my younger brother what's going on?" Wen said, "Your younger brother may not tell you, but in my opinion, he is the best breakthrough point."

"..."

"Have you ever really loved anyone? Other than your family?"

"My professor."

"Tony. He's lovely, though I think he's annoying. Did you tell him?"

"We haven't talked about this kind of thing." Wendy said, "We don't discuss this kind of topic."

"You've been mad at your family for being dishonest with you, but you're just as dishonest as your family," Wen said.

"When will you tell me why you chose The Count of Monte Cristo?"

Knowing that she couldn't push herself any further, Wen said, "I can sometimes see your past in my dreams, so I have a general idea of ​​what happened when you were with your family. That book is the first time you have been together He was reading when we were reading together in the study."

Wendy nodded silently.

"My life must be ridiculous in your eyes." Wendy said, "Never get what you want most, always make a mess of things, always hurt people who really care about me... never have enough courage Go face the truth."

Wen was very pleased that Wendy had a clear understanding of her own life, but she still comforted him: "At least you finally mustered up the courage to run away from home."

"that's not me."

Wen was taken aback.

But before she had time to ask any further, Wendy leaned over and gave her a touchless hug before disappearing before her eyes.

The cold moonlight shone on the bed sheets, making Wen feel...a sudden loneliness.

She jumped out of bed, left the book by the bed, and hopped to knock on Jason's door.

Jason didn't answer the door.

She pounded hard for a few minutes.

The door opened, and Jason lowered his head to look at her helplessly, his face full of depression that wanted to explode but couldn't: "What do you want to do? My device can't be used for you to play games! I can't get it for you either." Game console!"

"I don't want to play games right now," Wen said. "I just wanted to ask you a question."

"You ask."

"What kind of perverted family would self-righteously hide a secret from one of the family members—a secret that everyone except this family member knows, and still think it doesn't matter at all?"

Jason was speechless: "..."

He didn't understand why he had to face such soul torture in the middle of the night.

"Am I an imbecile in your eyes?"

"..."

"Do you think I'm mentally retarded?" Wen gestured on the head, "My brain is underdeveloped, I don't have the ability to think for myself, I don't understand farts, and I can't explain it clearly to me. There is no other way at all?"

"..."

Jason screamed frantically in his heart: Do it!I don't know what's going on!I haven't even gotten back my lost memories!

I don't know how you usually get along with everyone at home!

Wen also knew that this matter had nothing to do with the second brother in this world, but they were the same person anyway, and their thoughts should be similar, and the second brother didn't understand the situation, so it was easier for him to answer from an objective perspective.

The second brother in this world didn't feel strange that her "sister" didn't know anything about family affairs or Gotham's affairs even though she was so confused.

Wen knew that Wendy's family in this world had exactly the same brain circuit as Wendy's own family.

Maybe the second brother in this world can give her the answer.

Anyway, she couldn't figure it out by herself.

"I'm serious. I just want a definite answer. Maybe I'm a bit stupid, so I can't figure it out, but Wendy is smart and I can't figure it out either." Wen said, "Do you know why?"

"..."

We want to protect you from the dangerous superhero life.

We hope you can grow up healthy and happy.

It is for the sake of making countless children like you grow up safely that we insist on fighting back against evil and dragging our tired bodies to protect Gotham.

We just want to...

There are so many suitable reasons, but Jason couldn't say any of them in the face of Wen Qingche's eyes.

He bent down and hugged her gently.

"I don't want you to hug me, I want you to answer my question..." Wen said dissatisfied, "Your routine of a moment of warmth doesn't work for me, you know that!"

But she glanced at Wendy who was leaning to the side, and knew her emotion from Wendy's eyes.

Shit, Wen thought.

She reluctantly hugged her second brother in this world.