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

A good day for Peter Parker starts in the morning when he puts on his battle suit and helps the old woman cross the road.

He is not completely missing today like he was on the first day of the internship report.Instead it walks with you - at least for the first 2 minutes.

Although there are not many people on the street in the morning, walking with Spider-Man still makes you more or less surprised and inquiring eyes of several strangers.

Fortunately, I don't need to carry a schoolbag for internship.

Otherwise, a picture of Spider-Man with a backpack will definitely appear in tomorrow's newspaper.

You originally wanted to remind him that this seemed too public, but before you said that, the young man was attracted by the unexpected situation at the intersection ahead, and threw a sentence at you, "I'll go ahead and have a look first." The spider silk flew past.

Seeing the other party's ostentatious red figure getting farther and farther away from you, you quietly breathed a sigh of relief.You don't want passers-by to take a short video and upload it to YouTube just because you're walking with him.

Besides, you actually enjoy your time alone.

Walking alone on the road peacefully like this, the first ray of sunlight cast from the clouds in the morning fell on my shoulders, my eyes glanced slightly at the city scene in front of me, and I occasionally thought about something in my heart—it was also very good.

You have too many secrets, and you can't share these secrets with others.You can only think a little bit in the gap of time.

But the little spider didn't really abandon you just like that, but kept going back and forth around where you were while helping others as a good neighbor in Queens.

It wasn't until you turned the next intersection that Peter, who took off his battle suit, came out of the alley.

You haven't noticed yet, but his dressing speed is really fast.

You glanced at him calmly, just in time, he also looked at you at the same time.

The concern in his shining eyes couldn't be more obvious.

Both of you said at the same time: "What were you doing during the internship?"

"I—" The two of you are in sync again.

"You speak first." You spoke first this time.Just after you said this, Peter pursed his lips and scratched his head somewhat at a loss——

"It's just...how should I put it? First, I listened to some biotechnology knowledge, and then visited the building. It's just that there was a sudden power outage, so the activity was interrupted." He carefully recalled yesterday's experience, and said At the same time, I kept looking at the expression on your face.

"Sounds like it's more interesting than mine," you exclaimed heartily, "You'd have no idea what I'm doing."

"What are you doing?" Little Spider responded to you with a face.

You sighed, "I'm sorting out the files." You couldn't help complaining, "I really don't know what to sort out those files, they look neat."

"Then you saw that Osborne yesterday?" Peter seemed to be interested, thought of something, and immediately began to talk about the new friends he met yesterday, and added at the end of the sentence, "I hope you meet and I as easy to get along with.”

After hearing the words, you thought about it for a while, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with Harry, so you nodded, "I think it's okay."

The two of you just chatted one after another, until you got to the downstairs of Osborne Enterprises, and the two of you separated.

Because newly recruited interns generally do not use elevators, you are the only one in the elevator this time.

For some reason, from the moment I stepped into the elevator alone, a faint sense of tension seemed to come back again.You can't help but think about the possibility of Harry regaining his memory and you falling off the horse.

But your thoughts are quickly interrupted.

Just as you stepped out of the elevator, another dark-haired woman came over and said in a blunt tone, "Can you help deliver this cup of coffee?"

You recognized her as Felicia Hardy who was supposed to be Harry's secretary.

...that is, the person who tripped you up yesterday.

You glanced at her, she was holding a plate with several glasses of drinks on it at the same time, and she couldn't draw her hand at all.

"Where to send it?" You didn't show any superfluous expression on your face.

Felicia nunu mouthed, indicating the direction of the end of the corridor.

"Master Osborne," she answered you, and then urged, "Hurry up, I'm running out of time."

You thought that you were going there anyway, so you took the cup of coffee specially prepared for him.

Your steps finally stopped in front of the closed office door.

Before you walked into the building of Osborne Enterprises, you took a special look at the time, and it was half an hour earlier than the stipulated time.

This time nothing will go wrong.

Just as you put your hand on the doorknob as always, ready to press down to open the door, you are surprised to find that the door is locked.

Unbelievably, you tried to open the door again, but failed.

"...Mr. Osborne?" Since the door was locked from the inside, someone must be inside.

The surroundings are quiet, and no one answers you.

"Mr. Osborne?" You try to open the door again.

You find that the doors you open are always locked by others recently.

"Harry? Harry? Are you inside?" If you didn't have to practice here for half a month, you wouldn't be so good-tempered and obediently waiting outside.

It wasn't until you called his name instead of honorifics that you heard the sound of something falling to the ground from inside.

"?Could it be that there are other people inside..." You thought about it endlessly, thinking that you might have smashed something?

You might even be ready to break in.

The moment you pressed the doorknob again, the person inside seemed to be opening the door too, and the two of you bumped into each other unexpectedly.

Coincidentally, the coffee in your hand just spilled on the other party.

Sure enough, the new day will not be as simple as you imagined.

You watch as the fluid dripping from the paper cup spills onto his right arm, darkening the sleeve of his khaki coat.

There are so many situations.

This is a hot drink.

While there's no anger on his face, just his usual flat look, you're quickly looking for possible remedies.

You were the first to pick up the glass that fell on the ground, and then said sincerely to him, "I'm so sorry, Harry, take off your clothes and I'll deal with it for you...I promise to fix it for you, if it doesn't work, just Pay you."

You scratched your head helplessly, and the little knowledge of "what to do if coffee splashes on your clothes" flashed through your mind.

You remember to use lemon juice or vinegar as an emergency treatment first, then wipe it with clean water, and then wash it with laundry detergent when you go home.

But to be honest, you didn't expect him to move so fast, and he was at the door and ready to open it for you.

Well, but whatever it is, it's better to solve the problem first.

The expression on his face was still indifferent, and after hearing your words, his eyes fell on his sleeves that were wet with coffee.

Before you could see the expression on his face, you walked past him, ready to throw the empty paper cup into the trash can.

He closed the door again, and looked at you.

You just dropped the cup when you saw the gauze on the floor.

Some went into the trash can, and some fell beside the trash can as if in haste.

The gauze alone won't attract your attention, the key point is that it's a gauze that has just been removed and is still stained with blood.

You stared fixedly at the gauze on the ground, and suddenly thought of the contents of the text message he sent last night.

You looked at him reflexively, he pursed his lips and asked, "What's wrong?"

You didn't have time to answer him.He followed the direction you were looking at a moment ago, and oh, "So it's this."

Only then did you ask, "Did you just... change your medicine?"

His eyes swept over the bloody gauze, and he frowned when he finally lifted up his wet sleeve, "It's nothing, I planned to change it before you arrived...but it failed."

Because of his action, you notice that the stitched wound he said yesterday happened to be on the right arm.

It looks like you just ran into him changing his dressing by himself in the office and locked the door because he didn't want anyone to know.And because you thought something happened to him, you called his name a few times, and he hurriedly put away the medicine box, forgetting to hide the gauze in haste.

You feel a little guilty. If you knew about this, you would have waited quietly outside in a very sensible manner, and you would never havetily make a noise to disturb him.

His tone is flat without any ups and downs, and his understatement of narration makes you pay more attention to him.

In fact, in the setting, he himself is a tragic figure.

You took a few steps closer, and your eyes fell on the wound on his arm.

When he opened the door for you, he just took off the gauze, half of the dressing was changed, and he put on his coat to prevent you from being suspicious.

His wound was long and deep, and the stitches left by the silk thread used in the stitches looked extremely hideous at the moment, and they were still red, which belonged to the type that hurt at first glance.

Fortunately, the thickness of the two pieces of clothing took away some of the heat from the drink for him, otherwise he would be 100% infected.

"I'm sorry..." You looked at the wound, and wanted to test if there was any burn there, but you withdrew your hand again.

"It's okay." Instead of being angry, he even smiled at you, "I'll handle it myself."

He even pats your head and turns to the table, ready to continue with the dressing change project he just left unfinished.

It's only now that you notice that the palm of his left hand was also injured at some point - you didn't see his hand wrapped in bandages yesterday.

Does it mean that now you have to change the dressing by yourself when both hands are injured?

Realizing this fact, your eyes also drooped, and you couldn't help running up to him to block his way, and suggested, "Why don't I bandage you up?"

He was silent without saying a word, then lowered his head and looked at you seriously, as if he was considering whether he should agree or not.

He was already taller than you, but now you rushed to him recklessly, and you felt the height difference more clearly after getting close.

You are a full head shorter than him.

After waiting for a long time without hearing his answer, you couldn't help but lower your eyes any longer, so you looked up and bumped into his blue eyes.

Shallow pupils, in sunlight, will look like the color of a crystal clear stream.

At this moment, this top-down gaze has been looking at you steadily, and it is clear that his whole person feels cold, but when this gaze falls on you, it seems hot for no reason.

He's admiring you, with the eyes of a collector who glimpses his finest collection in a glass cabinet.

The most important thing is that every slight expression on your face can't escape his eyes. He wants to know whether your concern is sincere.

And he wants to know, if you were the man he mentioned in his diary, would there be even a little love in your eyes right now.

His gaze made you at a loss, but you still bravely met his eyes.

The expression in your eyes, in his opinion, added a little innocence for no reason.

He concealed his inner irritability, and said to you, "...that's ok."

You secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at least he still allows you to approach him now.

But you don't see the corresponding home medicine chest on the table, "Um - where's the medicine chest, Harry?"

"Under the table." He said, walked in the opposite direction from before, and sat on the sofa.

The body relaxes, but the gaze does not.

He is looking at you.

You squatted down and looked under the table, as he said, there was a small white medicine box there.

You just picked it up, and heard him say, "Please help me take out the things in the drawer."

You heard that when you opened the drawer, you found it was empty, and when you opened it a little more, you found a square silver-gray metal block in the innermost corner. You don't know what it is, but Harry's last name, Osborne, is written on it.

This piece of metal is only slightly bigger than the thumbnail.

You walk up to him.

"Thank you." He took it, put the metal block in the palm of his left hand and looked at it.

You put the medicine box on the tea table, and didn't rush to sit down, but just stood there and hesitated for a moment.It wasn't until he looked at you that you tentatively asked, "Can you take off your coat...?"

"Do you want to take it home to clean?" He put away his things, and he didn't rush to answer your question, but asked nonsensically.

You feel strange in your heart, but you still nod your head.

It is true that you have to take it back to wash...

You don't even dare to ask the other party how much this dress costs now, in short, it's right that the other party is rich or young.

Harry got a satisfactory answer, and took off his coat in a hurry.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and other complicated emotions were well covered up by a light smile.

Even if the current retrograde amnesia is not good, he believes that the days of living together in the boarding school cannot be erased so easily, and you will definitely reveal some clues.

Even if he didn't, his complication from the car accident would be fine anyway.

The expression on his face is out of your focus at the moment, you are concentrating on the cut on his hand and start cleaning the skin with alcohol swabs.

"Does it hurt? If it hurts, tell me." You can't bear it just by looking at the hideous look of the other person's wound.You are all very strange, you obviously looked seriously injured, but you seemed completely nonchalant when you were eating yesterday.

A little too strong, right?

Or, does he feel that there is no need to show a little bit of vulnerability?

Harry had a feeling for no reason.The wound doesn't seem to be his own anymore—he forgot to feel the pain while watching you carefully change the dressing.

Although he hasn't figured out the true identity of you in front of him yet, but being close to you and enjoying your care will really make him feel better.

He frowned again, and his hands trembled very forcefully, and he successfully got your new words of concern: "What's the matter? I hurt you?"

God knows, in fact, he didn't feel any pain at all, because your movements are so gentle.

He doesn't treat himself as well as you treat him.

Even so, he still made a forbearing expression, and replied softly, "...a little."

"Then I, be gentler." You said this, and immediately he felt a burst of icy coldness.

It's the ointment.

But he doesn't care about the ointment at all now, he is more convinced now that you are the person in his diary.

You look really good.

He was thinking in his heart how to test you most effectively.

"Is there no one at home to help you change the dressing?" You are using tweezers, so you still ask after thinking about it.

"No," he replied, "I just don't want people to know."

"Why?" You've barely asked the question before you can't help but feel like an idiot.

The reason why he didn't want others to know, if you have to think about it, the answer is very simple.

He and his father have deep conflicts, and the relationship is not harmonious, and he has been "abandoned" by his father for most of his life so far.Naturally, he hardly ever comes home.

Under such circumstances, no one thought that he would succeed in inheriting the family property, after all, he was such a son who was not loved by his father.As it happened, he still got everything those old men dreamed of.

Wouldn't it be too silly to reveal the place where you were injured at this time?

You must know that they are like advanced versions of vampire monsters, if they seize a weakness, they will start to spare no effort to kick Harry into the abyss.

"Simply don't want others to know." He answered you like this.

You looked at him apologetically, "But now I know..."

"But you won't tell others, will you?" He suddenly moved closer and pinned your hair behind your ears with his hands.

His sudden approach made you a little uncomfortable, but you haven't changed your medicine yet, so you dare not act rashly.

What he said seemed to be magical, tempting you to answer——

"of course not……"

"Then this is our secret." His expression was a little unexpectedly gentle, and the eyes that looked down at you were also full of warmth, and a low chuckle came out of his throat.

"Don't say it," he added.

You use tweezers to pick up the gauze over the wound and secure it with scotch tape.

His arms are not thick, but they have a slender juvenile beauty.

"Okay." You looked at the current dressing with satisfaction, and put the tools into the medicine box.

"...You haven't answered me yet." Just when you got up and were about to leave, Harry spoke again, and even stretched out his hand to hold you back, preventing you from the source of your thoughts of leaving.

"Answer...? Answer what?" You are a little confused, as if he didn't ask any questions just now, right?

"Help me keep a secret." His slender knuckles moved from your wrist to your palm, and he held it backwards. "It's a secret between the two of us."

His hand looked a little cold, you sighed, "Yes. Then how did your hand get hurt?

"You pointed to his left hand hanging to the side.

He turned his eyes away, opened and closed his beautifully shaped lips, "I wanted to open the window last night, but it was stuck."

He held your hand tightly.

Your hands are softer than he imagined.

You nodded half-understanding of his unintentional explanation.

He wanted to put the medicine box back to its original place, but found that his hand was still tightly held by him.

You wonder, "Harry, I have to go to the medicine cabinet."

The brown-haired young man didn't have any intention of letting go of you. He glanced at the white medicine box on the coffee table with a little displeasure, and said coldly, "Just put it here."

"But—" You still want to say something, but the other party has no desire to listen at all.

You don't quite understand what he wants to do.

No matter from which angle you look at the relationship between the two of you, the progress is a bit too fast.

Yesterday was the "first" meeting of the company's subordinates, and today I can help change the dressing.

This progress catches you a little off guard.

Even if you know that your relationship with him—to be precise, those who are on your list in this twisted world is not as simple as it seems on the surface, you still...will not adapt.

There is no other way but to sit next to him.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a very relaxed expression on his face, "Have you ever done this with others before?"

What he said sounded out of context, but you still tried to think back, "Shouldn't it? I don't remember much."

Your brain really doesn't hold memories as clear as a movie tape, like Sherlock does.On the contrary, you will always forget many things.

The young man sighed slightly with regret, "I thought this was your 'first time'." His tone was relaxed, and his expression was leisurely and natural.

first time

"Maybe." You said that, without even realizing that there was something in his words.

The first time is always the best.

"Actually, I want to trouble you with something." He finally spoke.

"What's the matter?" you ask.

"My mother's memorial day is coming soon." While he was speaking, he looked at you with a little sharpness in his eyes, "I want to visit her grave, but I don't know what kind of bouquet to buy, so I want to ask for your opinion."

This is indeed a heavy topic.

"Can you take some time to go to the flower shop with me?" The slightly sad look he showed when he lowered his eyes made you find no reason to refuse.

"Okay, but when are you going?"

You discussed it, and then your cell phone rang, and you went outside to answer the call.

Harry watched your figure disappear by the door, with a lonely look on his face.

"……Fool."

He just wants you to see that diary for yourself.

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I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday, I updated 6k words today~~

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