[Zhongyingmei] My backstage is so big!

When Antalina and Peter pushed open the bathroom door, they thought for a moment that something was wrong with their eyes.

The girls' bathroom is quite big, but the premise is that there is no such man——

He is not tall but slender, and has a mess of dark brown curly hair. Antalina has never seen anyone whose hair can be messed up like this; the man is also wrapped in a black sweater coat that hangs down to his thighs , black pants, black leather boots, but under these blacks are dotted with some white snowflakes.Snowflake, something that is absolutely impossible to appear in New York at present.

Under the sweater jacket, they could still clearly see the long sword shining white under the light.

Immediately after he turned his head, a pair of gray eyes looked at Antalina and Peter accurately.

This is undoubtedly a handsome man.

It's just that soon, he quickly lowered his head as if he suddenly came to his senses.Peter subconsciously pushed Antalina back again, and then they had no choice but to watch the man start to take off his clothes frantically.

Antalina quickly grabbed Peter's hand that was trying to cover her eyes, and glared at him: "I have seen many more similar scenes than you, do you believe it?"

Peter: "...that's not a reason!"

And when they were arguing quietly, the man had already stripped off his upper body clothes quickly.

The black clothes were left all over the bathroom. He looked at his flat chest and abdomen, touched his up and down, exhaled and raised his head to look at them. Then he said in a low and hoarse voice, "Who are you?"

Antalina quickly exchanged glances with Peter, and then Antalina said: "We should be the one who asked you, you showed up at my house." Seeing his expression, she paused for a moment, then said cautiously and tentatively, "You Do you remember your name?"

The man's eyes rolled quickly: "Jon..." But suddenly he wrinkled his face as if he had been hit with a sap, and quickly hugged his head with both hands and knelt down with a "boom".Peter rushed in quickly, and Antalina was a step behind, but followed immediately.

"Wait a minute." Peter stopped Antalina just as she was about to squat down to check her situation.

Antalina could only stand, and did not squat down until Peter was sure that the opponent had only the sword and no other weapons.

"He's so cold." Antalina couldn't help whispering just as she touched his body.

Peter frowned and nodded: "Let me go." He motioned to her, and under Antarina's gaze, he easily lifted the muscular man from the ground with one hand.

Antalina couldn't help but let out a "wow", which made Peter a little embarrassed.

They put him on Antarina's bed.

Of course, this is the owner's request, although when she said so, the guest said a lot of reasons in an attempt to change the owner's mind.But the result is obvious, the customer did not succeed, so he had to follow suit.

"Could it be Hydra?" Peter didn't want to see Antalina staring at the man in a daze, so he called out to draw her attention back.

Antarina was only silent for a while, and then she affirmed: "No." After she finished speaking, she turned her head to meet his gaze, "I don't know why I am so sure, but my intuition tells me that he is not." She looked again The man on the bed frowned with a little doubt.

A little doubt about myself.

This makes no sense.

Antarina felt that this face was a little familiar, but mixed with this familiarity was more and stronger strangeness, as if this person should not be like this in the first place.Or maybe he was always like this, but he changed, became calmer and more serious.

Also more tired.Yes, tired, Antarina thought.

"Anna," Peter called her again, "you know him?"

"No, I don't know." Antarina shook her head, "Should I know?"

Peter carefully looked at her expression, and finally didn't say the sentence "but you look a little sad now".And even though he searched for a long time, he still couldn't find a suitable word to comfort her.

She always has a way to invade the area that he is least good at, and he just wants her to invade deeper.

Antarina felt that Peter came to step into her private area, knowing that the child wanted to comfort her, so she didn't refuse.She stared at the man on the bed for a while, then suddenly turned to look at Peter: "Just now he said his name is Jon?"

"Well, then passed out," said Peter. "Do you remember the name?"

"No, probably not." Antarina thought thoughtfully, "Let's wait for him to wake up."

Jon had a dream.

He dreamed of a few years ago, when his father hadn't accepted King Robert's invitation to be Prime Minister, when his brother and sister huddled together in Winterfell in the north and were happy.Whether it's Robb who often hangs out with him, Sansa who never looks good towards him, or Arya who follows him like a tomboy all day but is caught back to imitate female celebrities, of course there are Bran and Rickon, and...and...

That Elena who would hold her head high and ask him to help with things, and would bring him delicious and interesting things.

He opened his eyes abruptly, panting heavily.

The sight in front of him made him react for a while, and his body's sensations woke up earlier than his brain, reminding him that he was in a very warm place.Of course, rather than being warm, such a temperature could almost be described as hot.

So Jon lifted the quilt and got out of bed without hesitation. When he stepped on the ground with his feet, he saw the girl who appeared at the door.

She was almost exactly the same as I remembered, save for the dazzling light blond hair.

Jon looked at her almost greedily, and when he realized, he was standing in front of her and opened his hands.

She hesitated more than he imagined, but just when Jon realized that something was wrong, the girl took a step forward gently and carefully, inserting her body into his open arms, and he in his arms.

Jon slowly folded his arms until they were tightly hugged without space.

"Anna!" A loud cry drew Jon's attention back, and he looked up at the boy who appeared at the kitchen door with two plates of food in his hands.He subconsciously frowned, and before he could speak, he left with the soft, fragrant warm body in his arms.

The girl named Anna said to him: "Let's eat first? Then you tell us what you remember, okay?"

Jon stared at the girl fixedly, and the feeling that something was wrong just now rose again.

During the dinner, Peter kept peeking at Antalina and the man named Jon opposite.

Although Jon tried his best to hide it, or he didn't want to hide it at all, because Peter clearly saw that the other party kept looking at Antalina.No, that wasn't 'keep looking', he was literally staring at her!Stare without blinking!

And Antalina?She is as good-natured as ever.

Yes, good tempered as always.

Peter felt that the sourness in his heart was about to come out.

"Peter." At this moment, Antarina asked him, "Do you want this luncheon meat? I can't eat it."

Usually only relatives, close enough friends or lovers would share food in this way, but Peter thought, he would never be bribed just because of a piece of luncheon meat.But when he was about to refuse, he saw Antalina's smile.

All right.Peter chose to give up and handed the bowl over.

Jon then turned his attention to Peter.

To be honest, Jon's gaze weighed heavily on him somehow, and he didn't even understand why.But what does it matter if you don't understand?Peter poked the piece of luncheon meat into his mouth, stuffed his mouth until it puffed up, looked back... stared back.

"You guys." Antalina seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the phone.

She had no choice but to give up, and she answered the phone in front of them.

And Peter saw Jon's brow wrinkled, and finally got his attention back to Antalina.

"Mr. Stark?" Antalina stopped as soon as she spoke, and continued after about ten seconds, "Okay, pass me the email."

After hanging up the phone, she looked at Peter: "Another murder case."

"Let me guess, male, sitting on his couch with a knife in his chest," Peter said.

Antarina's expression was helpless: "I really don't want you to guess so accurately."

"I don't want to either." Peter's expression turned ugly, "What did Mr. Stark say?"

"Let me avoid it for a while, because it seems that the people in the New York Police Department have noticed something." Antalina sighed, she still had some vegetable and chicken salad in her bowl, but she was not in the mood to continue eating, "he also said that he would Get it done for me."

"What do you think?" Peter saw her hesitation.

Antalina pondered for a while, then suddenly looked up at Jon.

Jon, who had been silent all this time, quickly met her gaze. He looked relaxed, but his fingers clasping the edge of the bowl revealed his tightness.And because the clothes he was wearing were seriously ill-fitting, it added a bit of tension.

"You know me." Antalina has never been someone who can beat around the bush, "Your eyes tell me that you know me."

After a long silence, Jon spoke slowly, with a voice full of vicissitudes that didn't match his appearance: "Maybe." He looked at her fixedly, "But I'm not sure if you know me or not." her."

Antarina continued to ask: "What is her relationship with you?"

"She is my sister (sister), but we are not the same mother."

"Then why didn't you stay together?"

"Something really terrible happened to our family and we got separated."

"where do you come from?"

"Northland, Winterfell."

Peter frowned because of this general and unfamiliar name. He thought that Antalina would ask where "Winterfell" was next, but she didn't. She just remained silent for a moment and then asked: "...do you remember you?" How did you get here?"

"...I don't know, it seems like a blink of an eye."

Antarina looked at the man in front of her who was exuding a certain aura, opened her mouth, and asked the question that she didn't get a complete answer from before: "What's your name?"

The man's eye sockets were red. In fact, tears had slowly filled his eyes since Antalina started asking questions.

"Jon Snow," he said softly, "my name is Jon Snow."

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