New York is a Shura field [Comprehensive British and American]

When Harry came home, the villa was still the same as usual, and there was no one else but him.

He took off his coat, hung it casually, and then went straight upstairs, without any peripheral vision for the neatly arranged objects around him.

Since the death of his father Norman Osborn due to illness, the manor has been shrouded in a cloud, and the atmosphere is full of depression.Even after he became the new owner of this place, this point has not changed even the slightest bit.

But... In his opinion, there is nothing in particular that needs to be changed.From the moment the mistress of this manor died young, the haze not only shrouded here, but also engraved in his heart.

And this hostess is his mother.The scene of Emily's death is still deeply engraved in his mind, and it has not been blurred by the passage of time.

His mother is a gentle and quiet woman, that is, the kind of full-time wife who takes care of the family.Although she married into a wealthy family at a very young age, she has no interest in those banquets and the like, and just yearns for a peaceful and ordinary life.

Her father is the complete opposite of her personality. Norman spends all his time on his career, trying to create potions that can make human beings stronger and more outstanding, and rarely stays at home.Even if they stay at home, the family of three communicates very little.

He grew up in such a family, silent, depressed, and never seen by his father.

At that time, he held his mother's hand tightly, but the other party didn't even have the strength to raise his eyes, and even the aroma of the deodorant that his mother used to use was overwhelmed by the smell of disinfectant.The woman didn't shake his hand once.

He seemed very calm, a child doesn't really understand what death is, he only knows one thing -

He has no mother.

And the last trace of her left here, after her father deliberately destroyed it, only exists in the old photo that Harry is holding in his hand at this moment.

A family portrait of three people.

To be precise, two people.It was just him and his mother.The half that belonged to Norman was torn off by him.

After returning to the bedroom, he began to organize the things inside.The nights were long anyway—and even when I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep, I was still tossing and turning in pain.

He found a tin box at the bottom of the corner of the closet with some sundries in it.When he was 11, on the eve of going to boarding school, he packed his bags by himself.What a child wants is very simple, just put all the things he likes in the suitcase with one brain - of course, the precocious he also organizes the necessities of life.The fact is that in the end the butler picked out his favorite things one by one, and told him in a cold tone that he could not take them away.

Among them is this photo.

However, he no longer needs it now.

He no longer needed Emily or Norman, mother or father.

His mother left him alone to continue this lonely life, and his father gave him a great gift of a genetic disease just before his death.There is no doubt that the two most important people in his life are also missing his growth.

He was brooding at first, but now...it doesn't matter.

He now has something better, something more precious, something more unique.

He picked up the lighter that had been left untouched on the bedside table, held the corner of the photo in one hand, and lit it.

While lighting it, I walked to the window, drew the curtains, and opened the window a little.He just watched the hot golden flame spread from the corner of the photo, and the area was getting bigger and bigger.

The light was dim, and only this little flame was bright in the darkness.The fireworks reflected his expressionless face, and he stared fixedly at the picture that was about to be burned, not knowing what he was thinking.

He frowned, and didn't let go until the heat was about to burn his fingertips.

The ashes of the fireworks fell down, and the last flame disappeared smoothly before falling into the bushes.

He was really the only one left in this place now.

He quickly withdrew his gaze, returned to the bedside again, and groped for what else was in this slightly thoughtful tin box.

I flipped through it casually, and found that there was a dusty Transformers model inside, as well as small things such as glass marbles, paperweights, and spinning tops.

To be honest, a lot of things he has forgotten why he put them in.Each of these gadgets carries different memories, and forgetting these things means forgetting these memories.

He found a miniature notebook at the bottom, no bigger than the palm of his hand.

"September 9st, the first day I came to school, I couldn't sleep. My mother once said that I would write down how I spent every day, so that I might find the beauty in life. But this is a lie, I feel very sad. not good."

"December 12th, I'm used to being alone. I feel safe alone."

"January 1th, winter break. Haven't written this in ages, I'm almost forgetting when my birthday is, everyone went home, I didn't. A person's sense of security was shattered - I saw her again , Yiri, she seems to be the same as me, she is looking at me."

"February 2th, my birthday. Yiri actually said happy birthday to me. Why does she know my birthday?"

"March 3th, I don't like to keep a diary, I don't like to record my life, there is nothing to write about this fucking. Today she was blocked in the toilet door, I wanted to go, she was dragged in, I let That who (can't remember the name) called the teacher, she didn't seem to be injured."

"On March 3, she sat far away from me, but she almost fell asleep in class today. If it were me, I would definitely wake her up."

"On March 3, I really don't understand why she is always being bullied. I still called the teacher."

"On April 4th, she failed the exam, and the professor asked her to learn from me, but she still didn't come to me. Why didn't she come to me?"

"On April 4, she seems to have forgotten me."

"June 6st, today is a holiday, Children's Day. There are a lot of balloons in the classroom, and a lot of candy on the table. These activities are so silly. I saw her staying in the corner as usual. I took two steps back, Hope she can come forward."

Harry's expression became serious, and he turned over the pages one by one, trying not to miss any details.But he really didn't like taking notes, and the next day skipped to summer vacation.

"For summer homework, read "Notre Dame de Paris", "La Traviata", "Love in the Time of Cholera" and "Snow Country" and write a review. I really don't understand why Mrs. Holly gave all the romance novels. Not interested."

"On July 7, I didn't want to go to the library, but I found out that she took "Notre Dame de Paris". I took it too."

"On August 8th, return the book in a pinch. In fact, I have finished reading it a long time ago. Just wait, our books can be collected together."

"On September 9st, I didn't write one article and handed it in for nothing. She seemed to have written a lot, but I didn't listen to it. It doesn't count if a person who has never been in a relationship writes well. I am an experiential school."

"December 12th, it's Christmas again. It's nice that she has the same birthday as mine."

After reading so much, he only remembered the name that was active in this diary.Isn't that the new intern recruited by the company, your name?

But he couldn't doubt that it was a fake diary.He is very familiar with the evolution of his handwriting, even though it has been a few years, but he can tell if it is his own handwriting just by looking at it.

"On February 2, I bought her a gift and secretly put it in her cabinet."

"On May 5, XX, she became beautiful. It's just that she hasn't discovered it yet, so stupid."

"On March 3, I burned love letters that other people gave her. She didn't know, and she didn't need to know. I didn't allow her to be with other people."

"June 6st, it's no longer Children's Day. The girls were going to swimming lessons. David tried to peek at her, but I kicked her away."

"On February 2, XX, I was very upset. She gave someone a gift."

"She's finally getting close to me. Couldn't she be smarter and come here sooner?"

"I lied to her that I needed someone to help me get out of the engagement. She believed me, and I knew it. She is such a good person, the kindest person in the world."

"On April 4th, we were together. Others were amazed, but only I knew that we were meant to be. Maybe everyone else thought she was the first to approach, but in fact, from a long time ago, my soul and hers Together."

"When you approach suddenly, you will blush, sometimes you will be in a daze, you will feel nervous when you blow air on your neck, and you will feel itchy when you pinch your waist."

"One is good, but two are better. Not even death can separate us."

There are a lot of things recorded in this mini-sized notebook. Although the timeline always jumps for many months, it can barely be regarded as the matter of recording life.

But every sentence he wrote was very succinct, stripped of all superfluous embellishments.

And most of the protagonists in the words he wrote are you.

You are an integral part of his life.

The more you see, the fragmentary conversations you and Carol heard in the restaurant suddenly make sense.The fragments of memory were skillfully pasted in this way, and no cracks after damage could be seen on the smooth mirror surface.

No wonder why, he felt a little familiar the moment he saw you in the Osborne Enterprises building.Even before, quickly picked yours in the string of names on the list.

He knows you too well.

You run through every page of his youthful chapters.

When he turned to the last page, the recording was interrupted.

"She's dead."

He hesitated to write the last link of the word dead, causing the ink stain from the tip of the pen to smear the entire paper.

The author has something to say: ①Little Green Goblin’s birthday is unknown, and the birthday of The Amazing 2 actor Dane DeHaan is used. (The birthday of the heroine on each timeline is not necessarily the same.)

②"Notre Dame de Paris" I personally think that it should not be regarded as a romance novel, but a romantic literature, only with the love line of the heroine.

③The characters that can’t be finished will be seen in the episode.It's time to poke fun.

感谢在2020-02-0800:20:29~2020-02-0823:57:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Yuyu Yuyu 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!