Grandpa Guang Weizheng[Comprehensive]

File, oh, Lydia is a better name for her now.Lydia officially moved into Steve's apartment, and the bedroom had been furnished before she moved in. When he brought her here for the first time, Steve said confidently: "I made this for you in advance, of course , let me know if you have anything to add."

Lydia... Lydia looked at the room full of festivities, almost like a bedroom of a wedding room, and even took a step back in shock when she first entered the door.

The wallpaper with big red roses on the foundation and the baroque candle-shaped overhead light on the ceiling not only look like they are about to press on people's heads, but also change colors when the switch is turned on and off!

Brilliant!

Hello Kitty curtains, lace bedside table lamps, bright red sheets and bedding with a huge "LOVE" written in blue paint!

Very gorgeous!

The pink and tender writing desk, the rose-themed wardrobe, and the flower-shaped night lights exude blinding lights of various colors, surrounding the whole room!

Colorful!

Glancing at Steve who was very satisfied and said, "Bright colors and flower patterns can make people feel happy, I also hope that you can maintain a happy mood when you live here", she couldn't help but leaned on the wall, closed her eyes on his own eyes.

#No, what kind of torture is this? #

#Please forgive me...#

Suddenly, I understood Tony Stark's sinister intentions.

"Well, are you satisfied?" Steve nudged her.

Lydia heheed twice, and stood with difficulty leaning on the wall: "...can I see your bedroom?"

"My bedroom?" He froze for a moment, and then he was a little embarrassed: "My room is rather boring."

With that said, he still opened his bedroom door.

The custom of the soldier continues to this day, and his room is of a very simple style.Simple white walls, without any fancy wallpaper, the most common ceiling lamp emits soft white light, and there is a bookmarked modern novel on the bedside table.The dark blue bed was neatly arranged, a velvet blanket of a similar color was laid under the bed, a small night light was embedded in the corner, and solid color curtains.

Lydia burst into tears, feeling that she had been redeemed.

She turned around and looked at Steve who said shyly "my room is boring": "No, your room is really interesting, please let me live here - please .”

Then she quickly entered the room, closed the door, and locked it from the inside: "This is my room."

Steve, I'm a little confused.jpg.

There are still three days left for enrollment, and Clint and Natasha are a little worried about the combination of high-power elderly people and high-power mutants, so they come here to take a look.Neither Steve nor Lydia had the habit of sleeping in late. When Natasha and Clint came to visit, Steve was having morning tea, and Lydia had already gone out.

Seeing guests, Steve warmly invited them to join him.

"It seems that the two of you get along well." Clint picked up a sandwich: "I and Xiaona have been worrying about the two of you before, and it's really nice to see that you two get along so well."

"Actually, she is a very easy-going child...but her personality is a bit too withdrawn, she stays in the room all day and doesn't come out. If I didn't knock on the door occasionally and get a response, I really wonder if she has run away .” Steve shook his head helplessly: “Maybe young people don’t like getting along with older people.”

After Natasha and Clint looked at each other, Natasha tentatively said, "Do you think her voice is normal? Is there any electrical sound?"

"No, sometimes it feels a little hoarse, I remind her to take some throat lozenges."

The two senior agents showed puzzled smiles.They've pretty much decided that the old and righteous Captain America has been sacked, so they turn to a feature called hands-free on cell phones.

"So, you mean that she kept lying to me that I was at home, but actually ran out?" He was a little confused: "If she wants to go out, she can tell me, and I won't put her in confinement."

"No, no, it's also possible that the two of us guessed wrong, she's been at home all the time." Clint had a little bit of salad dressing from the sandwich on his hand, and he wanted to rub the sauce onto his shoulders by patting his shoulders On Steve's clothes, after being spotted, he took out a tissue and wiped his fingers: "Lily is a very good girl, there is no doubt about it, but there is a period of experience in her life that is blank for us. Cortana and I I haven’t come here before, but I have always reserved time to calm myself down.”

Captain America didn't reply, he kept frowning, and he said after a long time: "Do you have the videotape of Lydia playing Snow White in elementary school?"

This question jumped too fast, and the two were stunned: "Yes, yes, what do you want to do?"

"Lily's two high school classmates are her elementary school classmates, and they have acted in plays together, so I want to see how these two children are doing." He said while starting to pack the tableware: "I have recently learned to receive documents Remember to send it to me when you get back."

While he was back in the kitchen, Natasha looked at Clint, who was obviously relieved: "I said Steve is a suitable candidate, and you don't need to test our righteous Captain America like this."

"I know you're right, but I'm still worried. After all, if you always have doubts in your heart, you can't really trust her no matter what." He leaned comfortably on the back of the chair: "Great, I was wrong, The captain seems to trust Lily very much."

On the other side, Lydia, who had said hello and left the door, looked coldly at the shy boy in front of her.He was so nervous that he was at a loss, and it was the third time he coughed.

She was sitting on a bench in the streets of New York, looking aimlessly at the hurried and lively pedestrians, and took out her pocket watch from her pocket.

The pocket watch that never left her body has been stained with her body temperature, without the coldness of metal, and the long-term caress has softened its luster.

She put the pocket watch on her forehead and took a deep breath: "... half a month."

She whispered, "Half a month."

After half a month, she didn't know what to do specifically, she seemed to be making some kind of oath to herself, like a solemn ceremony.Just for a moment, she put the pocket watch back in her pocket, opened her eyes again and raised her head, as if nothing had happened... Then she saw a somewhat dull person standing in front of her.

After being discovered, he stared at her dully for about ten seconds before reorganizing his words. The young man with a file bag in his hand cleared his throat: "I, I saw you sitting here alone and thought you met What's the trouble, or need help, that, I don't mean it, you, are you okay...I'm sorry..."

His voice became lower and lower, and his exaggerated arm movements became smaller and smaller, and finally returned to an embarrassing calm along with his voice.

The voice sounded familiar to Lydia, she raised her eyebrows and stood up: "What's your name?"

"Well—I, I'm Peter Parker, a student at Midtown High School, and I'm currently working as a project intern at Stark Corporation. If everything goes well, I have a chance to become a regular after graduation—"

This way of self-introduction, which is like a newspaper account, vividly and vividly shows us what is called a failure example.

Lydia made an interrupting gesture and said insincerely, "I'm not interested in your other identities. It's a pleasure to meet you. Goodbye."

"Hey, wait for Lydia!" He almost jumped up, and then cleared his throat: "Well... someone asked me to take care of you at school...Our school suddenly had two more buildings recently, one The building belongs to the Osborne Group and the building belongs to Stark Industries... No, I didn't mean to say that, I just wanted to say, if you want, I can give you homework!"

He was so nervous that he almost stood at attention, his eyes were very disturbed.

Lydia stopped leaving and turned around, even showing a kind smile on her face: "Okay, Mr. Parker, I want you to answer a question of mine."

She approached slowly step by step, and the speed of her speech also slowed down with the slower and slower steps: "How did you call my name so surely after so many years?"

This is a sending proposition.thought Peter Parker.

He racked his brains and finally came up with a divinely operated answer.

"Because...we were classmates in elementary school...you played Snow White..." He coughed again: "and I played your stepmother."

#Look at it, such a coquettish operation!Who else! #

This kind of operation is amazing, even Lydia is convinced.She looked at Peter with complicated eyes for a while and took a step back: "Okay, thank you for your willingness to answer me, and then—"

"Hey! What a coincidence to meet you here!" The Chevrolet sports car parked on the side of the road and lowered the window, Harry took off his sunglasses and waved to the two of them: "This opportunity is too rare, let's go for a ride together .”

Accompanied by his words, the sports car suddenly beeped twice.With one hand sticking out of the window and the other holding the sunglasses, Harry, who didn't sound the horn at all, was a little confused, but then quickly attributed it to the horn malfunctioning.

But the two horns had different meanings to Lydia, so she accepted the invitation without hesitation, and walked over to the car.

Peter Parker is a bit confused: This, this, this is not the same as the promised personality QAQ

So he trotted to follow immediately, and sat in the back row with her.

"It's really rare. We haven't seen each other for almost ten years, and today we are sitting together again." Harry whistled: "It's great."

"Yeah, it's great." The file stick read: "Your car is awesome, I like it so much, can you turn on the radio, I want to listen to a broadcast."

"Happy to help you." As he spoke, he turned on the switch, and explosive rock music and cheerful voices came from the radio:

"Dear friend! Do you miss me!"

The noise was so loud that it shook people's brains, Harry hurriedly turned down the sound, but the radio was still shouting passionately:

"I miss you!!!"

The author has something to say: So please think about it, the captain is covered with a red quilt and lives in a room surrounded by flowers and girly fans...