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

In fact, choosing a bouquet is really a very simple task.

You asked the florist to mix white and yellow carnations together, and chose a plain packaging style, and told her to pick them up in a few days.

It's really simple...

When you look at the dazzling array of bouquets in the flower shop, you can't help but think a little bit.

You can't believe Harry can't even do that.At this time, your reflex arc, which is slightly longer most of the time, is finally agile.

Did he do this on purpose just to stay with you?

But you really can't think of the reason why he made such a move.Doesn't he feel that the relationship between him and you is now closer than that between ordinary subordinates?

You thought about yesterday's incident again, and your doubts intensified.

Even because of this mental filter, even today's clear blue sky is dimmed.

Harry didn't seem to be particularly keen on picking the bouquet, but just stood at the door of the store watching you chatting with the waiter.

And the young man watched you finish the conversation with the waiter, his eyes first turned around these colorful and eye-catching bouquets, and then walked towards him slowly.

"Harry, I think we can go." You took a deep breath and said to him.

Failed.

Even Harry, who has always been able to do everything with ease, did not expect that the activity of picking a bouquet would take such a short time and end so early.

He wants to watch you for a while longer.

Even though he was not in a peaceful mood, he still hid his agitation very well.At least you can't see any flaws in his calm and indifferent eyes.

"I want to take you to a place." He had no choice but to say this.He was actually trying to find a more seamless excuse for you to follow him to the Osbornes.

Sometimes he always does some stupid things in front of you.

Sure enough, a look of astonishment appeared on your face.You don't seem to expect him to do that either.

But you can't afford to refuse, because the next second he showed you a very gentle and slightly lonely smile: "Can you?"

You looked up slightly at the expression on his face at the moment.

At this time, you and him are closer than when you were in the car, so you can see that there is still a touch of crow blue under his eyes, maybe he hasn't slept well.

Facing his Huairou offensive, you feel that your soul is being torn in two forcibly.The half, that is, the rational side, justly tells you that you can’t continue to make concessions, and you can’t get close to him in this capacity (and in every capacity after that)—the bright and hot flame will always kill the moth’s The wings were burned to ashes.This is just the result of just touching the flame, if it is a step closer, it will be destroyed without even a trace left.

The other half is made up of your sensibility.Since Harry was dying, why not grant him this (seemingly) simple request now?After all, you all had a story, didn't you?

You notice something.Although you always show a very rational, rigorous, and cold look when you think, the choices you make every time are extremely coincidental, and they are all chosen based on your sensibility.

You can be sad sometimes.Because you are gradually unable to balance the relationship between yourself and others.

The balance of your heart has been disturbed and broken.

Then you hear yourself say hello.

Not only here, but in another timeline, you can't always refuse his request with such an attitude.

You don't want to see him look very, very sad and lonely because of loss or whatever.

Because there is a heartbreaking tenderness in it.

A cold person will be fatal when he is gentle.

He smiled slightly, your answer satisfied him.

He knows how to act beautifully.

"Harry, where are we going?"

Today's sunshine is just right, and the heat is just right, neither too hot, baking pedestrians, nor as thin as the lights in the refrigerator.

You now sort of understand why driving a roadster is such a romance.Unlike other types of cars, roadsters don't have a roof, so they have a lot of visibility.You can even lean back and look at the sky if you want.

But to be honest, you don't have much time to quietly watch such a scene without thinking about anything superfluous.Shortly after getting in the car, you asked Harry a question.

He hasn't told you where you're going yet, so there's always a rock hanging in your heart that won't come off.

You don't like the feeling of enjoying the moment while ignoring the storm that is coming, this feeling of taking one step at a time.

Although Harry owns a few downtown properties (one of which is a high-rise mansion with a balcony overlooking Central Park), he has no interest in living there.In terms of personal likes and dislikes, he still prefers villas in the suburbs.

There's something he misses there.

From the moment the car gradually leaves the downtown area, you can almost guess where he wants to take you.

But you still want to hear him answer it himself.

"My house." He turned his head and glanced at you, but he quickly explained, "Don't worry, I just want to show you something."

You nodded with half understanding, completely unable to ask other questions.

Your mind is a mess, but you don't want to bother any system at all, you just hope that this idiot can fix the bug quickly and stop messing with you.

The palpitations reappeared as you frantically ranted through what Harry might be about to say to you.

Is he going to confront you face to face in this ancient building? ?After all, you remember that you have also been to this place, and even stayed in one of the rooms in it for one night.

"Harry." You feel that the aftereffects of the car accident that Harry experienced before have become the trigger for the detonation of the relationship between you.

And now you actually don't know whether he has remembered everything, but the complicated attitude he showed makes it impossible for you to speculate rashly.

You don't even know what to do with yourself.So you softly called to him.

So—is there any help in confessing directly?

You can't hold back anymore.

"Huh?" He responded to you, "What's wrong?"

"I—I'm actually," your heartbeat was terribly fast, and you didn't dare to look at his expression, and hesitated to speak, "I—"

No, you still can't tell.

Before you could tell why, the sports car that had been running smoothly stopped suddenly.

Although you are wearing a seat belt, your body still leans forward slightly due to inertia.It also happened to be this action that allowed you to regain a little bit of sanity that had been lost for a long time.

"Here we are." Harry said first.What makes you puzzled is that he didn't even have any doubts about your hesitant statement of "something on your mind" just now.

He didn't even offer to bring it up.

Your mind hasn't reacted yet, so you didn't answer what he said, but just sat in the passenger seat and didn't move.

Harry didn't make a sound after saying this, so there was a strange silence in the car.

This time he really raised his head to look at the blue sky at this moment, just like what you have been doing just now: the sky is clear, the clouds are decreasing little by little, and it will soon be cloudless.

After all, he had been driving just now, and his eyes had to look straight ahead at all times, and he couldn't just watch the surrounding scenery at will.

It's really strange, it's already deep winter, but today's weather is uncharacteristically good, and even gives people the illusion that it's early summer at the moment—maybe it's God's pity that he may not survive this year, so he puts the weather that doesn't belong to this season The weather reappeared before his eyes.

However, he was still very unwilling.

There has always been an emotion called resentment mixed into the cells, and began to boil in the blood vessels with the blood as the medium.

There are still so many things in this world that he hasn't done yet, pushing him and forcing him to go through a gloomy, lonely and miserable childhood and adolescence that is not really good. An early and sloppy exit on the huge stage of the world?

This is absolutely impossible.He is not someone who wants to die.

No, maybe it has seen the light of day.It's just that, after a flash in the pan, it fell again.

He stared at the sky for a while, and when his skin felt the sunlight falling from the clouds become more dazzling again, he withdrew his gaze and turned to look at you.

At this moment, you are sitting quietly in your own position, and you have not moved even a little compared to before he looked at the sky just now.Your eyes seem to be out of focus, just staring blankly ahead, even if it's just an empty open road ahead.

He doesn't like your "blank" look.

He doesn't allow you to be distracted like this after meeting him.This will make him feel like he can't catch you.

What's more, what I don't want to admit is that sometimes he can't guess what you are thinking in your heart.When you were in the boarding school, you were to some extent a child who was out of the ordinary and out of place like him, but there was a group of people rushing to follow behind him.Perhaps because of being too lonely, he sometimes sees you in a daze.

Before you met him, you were indeed a blank sheet of paper with nothing on it, but Harry had absolute confidence that he could add some color to you, his color.

He seemed to... remembered.

The sweetness of the past flashed back before his eyes again, but when he thought of that day on the train platform, his heart would throb uncontrollably.

The pain caused by peeling and threading is only one-thousandth.

To your surprise, when you came back to your senses, you saw Harry leaning over to loosen your seat belt.

"No, no need, I can do it myself..." He didn't take your weak refusal seriously.

At this time, you don't have much space for you to move freely, so you can only focus on him in front of you.

He is so close to you that there is not even a trace of extra space for you to back away and dodge.

You have nothing to withdraw.

It's just that the way he unbuckles your seatbelt now is so focused, and the pheromones are so well blended, it's as if the two of you have known each other for years.

You just stared at him blankly until he had finished helping you loosen your seat belt, and when he looked up at you, your heart skipped a beat.

The way he looks at you seems to be different from before, although it is still the same pair of eyes, but you always feel that there is something more.

You didn't dare to look more, so you quickly said thank you and got out of the car.

The Osborne House is set on a large lot, so the first thing you see when you walk in is the expansive courtyard, with evergreens that stay green in winter.The outside of the house is dotted with white flowers, which seem to be ordered from the flower shop every day.

When you see this, you really confirm your earlier guess about why he deliberately asked you to pick flowers.

He just wants to bring you here, or rather, back here.

There's no one here but you and him, and Harry doesn't like having strangers set foot in his home.

Regardless of the four seasons of the Osborne family house, when you walk into the room, you will feel a cold air around you for no reason, and you can't avoid it.So it is the same that you are feeling right now.

The sun is shining outside, but not much better inside.The moment you followed him in, you felt a gloomy atmosphere enveloped you.

The Osborne House looks the same now as it did when you came here, not even an iota of furnishing has changed.

As someone who has stayed here for a few days, you think you have a say too.

"You sit here first." He led you to sit in one of the sunny living rooms, "I'll be right back."

After the young man finished speaking, he disappeared at the door.

The living room is much brighter than other places in this villa because of the sunlight.You didn't refuse, just sat down like this, and looked at the scene in the room at the same time.

Everything was neatly arranged, and Harry didn't look like he'd touched a single thing here—this had happened in other corners of the house as well.

Couldn't he really relax in his own home?

You can't help but think.

Neat, simple, elusive -- lifeless.

You suddenly see why the Osborne House has a gloomy feel to it.Because the people who live here are unhappy.

For some people, being happy is hard.

The word eternally happy cannot be established slimly.

There are several carved floor-to-ceiling windows in this living room, but the windows are closed so that the wind cannot come in.From here, you can easily see the situation in the yard outside.

When you were brought here by Harry, his father didn't give you a second look, but treated you like air.His moodiness might just come out on Harry.

And Norman never comes home, so it became a special session for the two of you in those few days.

You remember that it was still summer, and you and Harry were lying on the green grass together, watching the sky, talking and laughing together.But you don't remember what happened afterwards, it's just that the breeze was so gentle on your face that day, you suddenly felt drowsy, and couldn't help falling asleep.And until you woke up, he laughed and teased you, saying that you were too stupid to sleep and died so that you didn't even know you were kissed secretly.

But you can't think about it anymore.

You have no right to think about it anymore.

As soon as you look away, Harry returns.

He even makes you a cup of hot tea and sits next to you.

You took it and took a sip.

Just as you put down the ceramic teacup, you caught a glimpse of what he was holding out of the corner of your eye.

It looks like a stack of photos, but you only see the back, not what's on the front.

Your eyelids twitched, wondering if he found some photo of him and you when he was tidying up the room?

You can't bear to think about it anymore.Although you don't remember any photos you ever had together, from your experience, there are always exceptions to everything.

"I have something to ask you."

"You said?" You had no choice but to bite the bullet and answer like this.But if he is really holding a photo of you and him, you have no way to deny it anyway.After all, you can't use some obvious stupid excuses to put him off, and he's not stupid.

Even if this will lead to a series of more unexpected situations, you admit it.

Who told you to be the host?

I saw Harry turn over the stack of photos he was holding in his hand. When you saw the picture above, you had mixed emotions in your heart, and suddenly a strange feeling swept over you.

That's the photo that was taken of you walking on the practice road, with Spider-Man.

Spider-Man - You recall the story of Harry and Peter as Spider-Man falling in love(?) and killing each other.

But in today's chaotic and twisted world, this scene should not be repeated.

All you can tell is that the current Peter doesn't know Harry, and the two of them seem to be just strangers.

Some people may think that your desire to be fulfilled is silly, but you really hope that everyone can be safe and sound, and nothing will happen.

You also really want Harry to be okay.

"You know Spider-Man?" He hands you the photo so you can get a better view of what's going on up there.

Your mood went through ups and downs in just a split second, and you thought he was going to ask some more serious questions... Unexpectedly, it was about Spider-Man.

You let out a sigh of relief, and finally turn your gaze to the photo, temporarily forgetting about the crap in another timeline.

When new troubles appear, the old troubles will continue to be diluted until you can no longer remember them.

No matter in terms of angle or clarity, this photo does not look like it was captured from a street camera.It looks like it was shot with a camera or something.

As for the person who will specifically shoot Spider-Man, you really can't think of anyone other than Peter himself.

You know Peter has a hobby of videography, and he would often use a point-and-shoot camera to capture himself jumping in the air while wearing the suit.

Many photos of Spider-Man in newspapers are taken by himself_(:з」∠)_

But... the photo in front of him doesn't look like he took it.He won't take pictures of you entering the country with Spider-Man, and your face looks so clear in the photo that it's hard for people not to know you.

Peter will not let you come to any harm for being Spider-Man.

Harry saw your doubts and explained: "My friend at the newspaper gave it to me. He recognized you as my current temporary secretary. He said that when he was filming, the distance between you and Spider-Man was always the same." It was very close and continued until he disappeared."

You didn't know what to say for a while, so you just stared at the photo and fell silent.

You don't know why Harry asked that out of the blue.

But if you directly say that you know each other, isn't that equivalent to exposing your own family?

During this half-month internship, you just want to keep your ordinary and harmless identity from being exposed.

"I don't know each other. It should be just a coincidence." To be on the safe side, you still say that.

You couldn't tell if Harry believed it or not, you just clumsily answered what you thought was a surefire answer.

The only thing you understand is that Harry is not questioning you, but asking you sincerely.

Harry had no expression on his face, as if wondering if you were telling the truth.However, this tense atmosphere didn't last long, and soon his smile broke through the haze.

"I'm really sorry," he said sorry to you for the first time, "I have troubled you so much, but I have never treated you well."

You shook your head flattered, "It's nothing."

In this world, you rarely feel that you are giving more than the other person in any one relationship.Even today, when you think back to your life in the boarding college, in fact, he was the one who walked towards you step by step, without any hesitation.

You even think that he has paid much more than you, so now he asks you to do something, and you don't feel very unbalanced.

"To tell you the truth, I have been developing a project, but I just encountered a bottleneck period." Harry said lightly.

When you secretly read the script, the image of him wearing a white lab coat to supervise the project immediately appeared in your mind.

You don't need him to reveal it deliberately, you know what he means.

He is developing a potion that could save his life.

But on the surface, you still nodded, signaling him to continue talking.

"Recently, the Spider-Man is called the Queens Vigilante, and he always appears in this area." He said, "The company's experts believe that he has a cell repair ability that is different from ordinary people, so I want...to get his blood. "

"Of course, I'm not going to do anything to him, just wondering if he as a hero will agree to reach out to me."

What Harry said is clear and logical, so you can't find any obvious flaws, so you can only nod mechanically.

But in order to pretend your ignorance, you still asked: "Then... is this potion very important to you?"

Harry smiled. "Of course. I'm dying."

"Unfortunately, you don't know this spider either." You could hear an imperceptible trace of sadness and sarcasm in his light tone.

I'm dying.

This sentence is already stimulating your fragile nerves.It is clear that you are not the one suffering such pain, but every time he says a word, you will feel the same sharp pain as him.

It's useless to say another word in this situation, so you just look at him.

You don't know what to do is the best solution.

"It's me." Harry suddenly picked up a phone call at this moment. After hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, his expression darkened visibly, and his brows were slightly frowned again: "...I see."

Harry, who hung up the phone and spoke to you, calmed down slightly, "Something went wrong in the lab. Shall I send you back first?"

Without even thinking about it, you said, "I'll go with you," but looking at the other person's obviously stunned eyes, you still added, "Can you?"

"Are you sure? But... of course." Harry was overjoyed at your move.

"I'm going to drive, can you help me get that little piece of metal in my room? You know, the one that was in the office drawer last time." Harry said, thinking of something.

Of course you know what he's talking about, and that thing is very important to him.

Harry tells you where his room is, and you go upstairs.

In fact, even if he doesn't tell you, you can still find out where his bedroom is.After all...you've been there before.

You were too busy listening to him to speak, completely ignoring the other party's meaningful eyes.

Harry's bedroom was also fairly tidy, with not a single wrinkle in the sheets.It's just that the window that's broken in a corner is the first thing that catches your attention.

Thinking about the injury on his hand...

Didn't he tell you that he was cut by the glass because the window was stuck?

It looks like he lied to you again.You sighed silently, and turned to look for what Harry wanted.

Things are easy to find, put in the bedside table.But after you got the things, you also saw an open book next to the pillow.

The bedroom is the only place in the building where Harry's life preferences can be seen.He placed the notebook a little casually, so that you just caught a glimpse of the words on it.

Just happens to be your name.

You feel that the blood in your entire chest seems to be flowing backwards, and you have no strength at all.

Curiosity drives you to open it.

You'll be able to watch it all, just like Harry himself did that day.

You stare blankly at the yellowed paper, feeling mixed feelings in your heart.The mood that calmed down became turbulent again.

"Our souls were together a long time ago," he wrote.

You looked at this sentence, and your feet seemed to be filled with lead, and you couldn't take a step, and you didn't realize that Harry was already standing at the door.

You didn't spot him until he spoke.

"What's the matter?" He asked knowingly, and when he got closer, he saw the diary you were holding in your hand, and he had a clue in his mind.

You didn't answer him. In fact, your current disguise has already fallen apart in his eyes.

He may be a good performer, but you are not.

"Let's go?" You said bravely, but your tone was soft and light, for fear of breaking the peaceful atmosphere, "I'm sorry to read your things..."

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Harry asked, but his face was as cold as ice.

You are speechless.

"If I say I've remembered everything, do you have anything to say?" Harry continued, moving closer to you, though he didn't sound like it was a hypothesis at all.

Just when you were in a dilemma, the system's notification sound appeared: [Congratulations to the host, you have completed the task, and you will conquer the little green goblin within a week (11)]

you:?

You didn't understand what this meant at all, obviously you didn't go out to attack him at all.

He was the one who attacked you, right...

The system sensed the thoughts in your heart and said to you, [Whether it is the present, the past, or the future, he is always in love with you.So the moment he regains his memory, his love for you begins again. 】

You suddenly feel sad.

Sad for the second time today.

He can give you his whole heart, but you can't give him what he really wants.

The human brain is born with a protective mechanism, and it may be better to forget some things than to always remember them.So some things, forgetting, just forgetting.

Better than remembering.

You are still holding the diary, but when he suddenly approached, you seemed to think of something, let go reflexively, and threw the hot potato aside.

Every time you encounter this kind of critical situation, you will have a feeling that your body and soul are separated.You don't feel panic or fear at the beginning, the recognition of emotions is hindsight.

It may not be appropriate to say that it is a hot potato. The fact that he discovered the truth should be compared to a bomb that is about to detonate and is counting down.

After all, paper can't hold fire, and he should find out sooner or later.

Adhering to a posture of breaking a can, you finally spoke, but the tone was quite flat, "...No."

This time you are too lazy to hide something, but you can't tell why.

After all, you are clearly "dead", but now you stand in front of him again with a different identity.

Changed another life.Erase Harry Osborn from his life completely.

Before Harry could speak again, you said again, "Listen, Harry, I don't understand what the hell you're talking about. I'm leaving."

Think about it carefully, you can't make your words too obvious, lest you fall into his trap.So you add another ambiguous statement.

I am leaving.

The young man in suits and leather shoes is still savoring what you said carefully, and is a little at a loss by the last sentence you said.

Harry Osborn is rarely overwhelmed.

In this world, you will meet him again. It is a huge trap, a sweetness mixed with poison, and a mask of lies that will burst open sooner or later.

It is too cruel to meet again like this, it is better to draw the end directly on that train station platform.

He began to think about that day again.

There has never been a love in this world that does not quarrel. Even if lovers are in harmony like soul mates, there will always be disagreements.

You and Harry have not escaped this iron law.

The summer vacation that year was probably the longest vacation Harry had ever spent at home, and he never came home normally.

Naturally, he would half coquettish and half threaten you to go with him, but you thought about it and finally agreed.

Otherwise, he will launch the following offensive against you——

"Really not going?" The boy loosened his tie and sat down next to you, "I'll give you another chance to reorganize the answer."

You sat side by side with him under the shade of the school tree, you looked at the rehearsal scene of the cheerleaders on the side of the field not far away, and said, "I'm not going, I've been there once, there's no need to go again .”

The sequins on the girls' skirts undulate with increasing movement.You added, "That's your home, not mine. Now that your problem has been solved, there's no need for me to go, is there?"

You don't think it's a good idea to visit someone's house during such a long vacation, even if it's your boyfriend's house now.

Carol can tell you that the most important novelty in dating is that you can't always get tired of being together, which is prone to problems.

Harry noticed that you were staring straight ahead without blinking, and when he followed the direction of your gaze to see the scene not far away, he suddenly smiled.

"You're so horny." Harry's words quickly brought your attention back.

you:?

"I'll just see, it's none of your business." You snorted and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

God knows, you just took a few extra glances at the beautiful woman's thighs, and it's not a crime.Say it in his ambiguous tone, as if you are doing something terrible.

"Don't look," he moved closer, and blew into your ear very politely, "You have everything they have. Look at me."

"What's so interesting about you?" You also felt amused in your heart, but you still answered him arrogantly.

"I have what you don't." Harry said very seriously, "If you spend the summer with me, I'll let you touch it."

Hearing this, something that you shouldn't have suddenly appeared in your mind.

What do you mean he has something you don't?

What men have, but women don't have, can't it just be——?

Grass.

This time you can no longer calm down to admire the beauties, you rub your forehead, and even your face turns red: "Stop talking nonsense..." You glanced at his handsome face out of the corner of your eye.

If someone still tells you that Harry Osborn is an unruly boy who is so cold that no one pays attention to him, you will never believe it again.

How does he look like a high-mountain flower now?Do not make jokes.

The human design collapsed, collapsed to death.

Harry laughed louder when he heard this, and then returned to his usual expression, teasing, "I mean—"

He took your hand, and at the same time lifted the hem of his T-shirt, grabbed your hand and put it on your waist.

"I'm talking about abdominal muscles, what are you thinking?" He raised the corners of his lips, such a grand and upright tone made you a little disillusioned.

It's as if he wasn't the one who deliberately played word games to misunderstand you before, damn it.

"I told you you're horny, right?" Even so, he won't let you go so easily, "There must be a picture in my mind now."

You glare at him, but it's clearly harmless - your hand is honestly still on it.

Although Harry looked very thin, he still had what he should have.Even if the amount of muscle is not so impressive, this thin type will have a different kind of juvenile beauty.

In front of him, you can only disarm and surrender.

But you didn't expect Lily Hollister, whom he had used as an excuse, to be here, so you were a bit taken aback—Harry didn't let you know.

Women don't want to hang out with potential rivals, and you don't know what to do with Lily Hollister.

You wanted to ask carefully why Harry didn't tell you, but when you saw the slightly gloomy expression on Harry's face, you couldn't ask this question.

Obviously, he didn't know such a thing would happen.

He thought it was over.

Norman Osborn is extremely indulgent to him in some aspects, and has a strong possessive desire for him in some aspects.

The tense atmosphere between their father and son sometimes makes people feel that he is raising his son in the same way as a test subject.

So even if he left Harry alone at the boarding college, he wouldn't let Harry's marriage he organized be ruined just like that.

Thinking about it this way, it is not unreasonable for you to imagine that the young master of the rich family was imprisoned by the family marriage and ended up living his life in misery.

Lily Hollister, another victim, lives with you this summer.

So there was a lot of misunderstanding between you and Harry.Even though he matures precociously, he is essentially just a probationary stage of dating.

Neither of you are that different in this regard, so sometimes misunderstandings don't get resolved nicely and in a timely manner.

After the most serious quarrel happened, you rushed out the door, and even bought a train ticket privately to leave here and go back to where you should go.

That's when the accident happened.

Even thinking about what happened that day brings about the same undiminished pain.

Harry was uncovering his own scar now, and it wasn't even scabbed yet, so it was bloody when he opened it.

He had to accept the fact that was in front of him now, even if it seemed absurd to him.

You are not dead, you are still standing here.

He needs to take some time to sort out these things.

But the sentence you said "I'm leaving" obviously burned his sensitive nerves like a spark, making him react instantly, "No."

Rejection, this was the first thought that popped into his mind.

Deception, it's the second.

You lied to him - he thought so.Otherwise, how could you still stand in front of him alive like now?he