Win Wayne

Tony couldn't help but said, "It sounds like you know Wen's situation very well."

"I don't understand her situation, I just have similar feelings a lot of times." Connor said, "Things that happen around me are all around me, but they seem to have nothing to do with me... For example, I temporarily left the Premier League team. My identity is embarrassing and untrustworthy, but everyone has acquiesced in my choice."

Tony understood right away: "It's not you that keeps them trusting, it's Superman."

"Yes, and this matter will never be resolved." Connor said, "Of course I can do something to prove myself, but why should I do something to prove myself? Just because I couldn't choose my origin? It's not fair, what I want is not to join some great organization and become a great hero, I want to enjoy an ordinary life undisturbed. Other ordinary people don't need to do anything to 'prove' that they are ordinary people."

"You're half Kryptonian," Tony pointed out.

Then he woke up.

"This is an endless loop with no solution, for both of you." Tony murmured, "So...although it's not perfect, but you can really understand how to face Wen's difficulties."

"...Now you have imagined me too well, Mr. Stark," Connor coughed awkwardly, "I just know how to deal with her emotions, but her condition still needs professional treatment Cope with it, I can't handle her hallucinations."

There was one thing Connor didn't say in his heart—although, he didn't think Wen's hallucinations were such a serious problem.

As long as she doesn't hurt others or herself because of hallucinations.

You know, living in imagination and fairy tales is something that many people can't dream of.

Natasha typed: Ask him if he can find a way to get Wen to receive professional treatment.

But Tony chose to ignore Natasha's words. He said, "Wen will leave it to you. Just make her happy. I don't have any requirements or expectations for her."

"This is the most difficult request and expectation to fulfill!" Connor said angrily, "That's it, Mr. Stark."

He went to the window and looked up at the sky.No matter how many things are happening on the ground, those beautiful auroras just shine quietly and show themselves wantonly-do they know how many audiences they have?Do they know that they fall into people's dreams?

Connor didn't think about it any further.

He closed the window gently.

Wen lay half awake and half asleep, buried his head in the pillow, but couldn't escape those weird fantasies no matter what.

Until a voice broke everything.

"I asked you a long time ago if you have taken your medicine properly." Wendy said, "How do you feel now?"

"Not much." Wen whispered, "I was wondering if you exist, or are you just another form of hallucination and auditory hallucination?"

"Good idea." Wendy smiled softly, "Do you think I'm real?"

"I think you are," Wen said.

Wendy fell silent: "...Is that so."

"You sound a bit disappointed," Wen said, "or do you prefer that I see you as a hallucination?"

"When you first appeared, I thought you were just an auditory hallucination." Wendy said, "Then I thought you were hallucinations and auditory hallucinations. In the end, I began to feel that you really existed, and you did begin to—exist .I have long been unable to tell what you are, and maybe I hope you have the same confusion as me."

Wen opened his eyes and looked over, Wendy was standing in front of the closet, humming a certain chapter of Swan Lake softly.

She still looks radiant, with a slight smile on her lips, wearing a long black and red embroidered dress with gold threads inlaid on the cuffs and neckline.

“I’m getting more and more confused about what the hell we’re doing here,” Wen said.

"Then do you still insist on your opinion? I am the master of the body, and you are the latecomer who woke up unintentionally?"

"Yes." Wen said affirmatively, "I stand by my opinion."

"Maybe you're wrong," Wendy said.

Her tone was ridiculed, making it difficult to tell whether she was serious or joking. There seemed to be a bit of provocation in her expression, which made it more difficult to distinguish the truth from the falsehood.

Wen thought for a moment and said, "I'm not. I'm right."

Wendy looked at her, and after a few seconds, she said, "You're right, Wen. You're right."

Stick to what you think, Wendy thought, that's it, sticking to yourself is the most important thing.Don't trust other people's judgment, they don't know our situation, they don't understand how we feel.

You are, of course, absolutely wrong.

But if you insist that you're right in your favor, the difference between being wrong and being right won't matter at all.

"Talk to me about your friends." Wen said suddenly.

"Which friend?"

"You only have one friend."

"Yes. I only have one friend." Wendy smiled. She came over, sat on the edge of the bed, and patted Wen on the back like a big sister, "What do you want to know?"

"Anything related to her is fine," Wen said.

So Wendy was silent for a while.

"She's a very funny person, very funny, very direct, very... charming, even though she doesn't realize it." Wendy said slowly, "She can always get other people's favor at the first time, and then quickly She has a lot of friends who genuinely think about her and who care about her thoughts."

"You're jealous of her." Wen said in an affirmative tone.

"...Everyone is jealous of her." Wendy still patted Wen on the back slowly, "She is the kind of person you have to be jealous of, do you understand? She has all the things that can make her live well trait."

"She is very good at taking the initiative, and is also very good at stopping losses." Wendy said, "When she feels that the other party is worth knowing and being a friend, she will take the initiative to make friends with the other party, and she will never stop until she achieves her goal. Will stop. A bit of a pest, yes, I think so too, but she just has a way of making it less obnoxious."

"When she wants to be your friend, you get the sense that she's serious. She'll be thoughtful, gracious, researching your likes and dislikes carefully, and then she'll start talking to you about the things you like and ignore the things you hate—she can be a best friend if she wants to."

"She opens your heart and lets you see her as a close friend. You will start talking to her about your inner world, and you will give her the things you are not sure about, and she can always give answers that satisfy everyone." Wendy said, "The most important thing is that she does all this without seeming deliberate or unwilling at all."

"When she's your friend, she's your best friend."

"But, yes, there will always be a but here." Wendy took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her shoulders tensed and relaxed slowly with this movement, "During the whole process of you opening your heart, actually she It is also... inspecting and testing you."

Wen couldn't help but said, "Your statement is too malicious."

"Sorry, this is my view on friendship." Wendy said lightly, "I examine and test you, you examine and test me, we feel that we can get along well, and then with a series of interest exchanges, the friendship will be strengthened —that's my opinion."

Wen didn't think so, but she felt no need to refute Wendy's point of view.

She even felt that she was convinced, and after careful consideration, Wendy's point of view was not unacceptable.

"You failed the test?" Wen still said his thoughts, "It's too normal for you to fail the test."

"Because for quite a long period of time, she only gave and didn't ask, which is very weird and untrustworthy to me." Wendy said calmly, "It makes me wonder if she has some bigger trap waiting for her." Me, like taking away my will and making me obey her."

"Well..." Wen thought about what to say, and finally gave such a response, "Then she is very good at stopping losses? What does it mean?"

"When she realized it was inappropriate," Wendy said, "no matter how much time and energy she had spent before this, no matter how much emotion she had put in, 'snap', the door leading to her was locked, and she Will break contact without hesitation, completely abandon each other, and will not have the slightest guilt or pain."

"Her brain seems to be a sophisticated machine. As long as specific instructions are input, what happens next is completely natural. She will never look at her friends from the past, and she will delete everything in the past."

"It's like nothing happened." Wendy said, "As long as she starts to feel that someone is not worth it, then the things she experienced with the other person in the past don't exist for her. She completely negates the other person, no, not negation , She turned the page, what was written in the past only exists in the past, and she will never look back."

Wen knew it was wrong to say that but she couldn't help it: "So cool. I like her."

"You're not me, of course you think it's cool." Wendy said coldly, "but to me..."

"I'm sorry." Wen replied, "But judging from what you said about your relationship with each other before, you asked for it completely."

Wendy looked at her.

"I asked for it." She lowered her eyes, "I asked for it."

Wen began to feel awkward in the atmosphere, and she tried to find something else to say: "But after you said she ignored you again, why?"

"...The connection between us is very close." Wendy replied quietly, "We are completely different, but extremely consistent."

"So, in fact, she will like you again every time, right? No matter how much you hurt her heart, let her turn the past page, but at a new beginning, she will write you again on a new page. Wen said cheerfully, "Isn't this very good?"

"I'm not sure." Wendy looked at her and said, "What if she just forgot how I hurt her because it was too long? What if she didn't want to be friends with me again?"

Wen said sincerely, "I think you think too much."

"I can't help it."

"Well, if she forgets the past," Wen paused, "Although I don't think this assumption exists at all, because even if she forgets you, the way you get along will be different when she talks to you." That feeling is hard to forget.”

"But let's just assume," Wen said, "that she really forgot."

Wendy said, "Huh?"

"It doesn't matter." Wen turned her head away casually, and said, "If her character is so decisive, then she will feel that if she forgets, forget it. Let's start again, Wendy—every time, she must think so .”

"You think so?" Wendy didn't seem to be comforted.

"Me? You know mine." Wen avoided the question, she said with certainty, "You are assuming, and I am only assuming."