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Fiona was a little apprehensive.Not because of the price of the piano, but because she knew how much Tony cared about it.

The ones in the room are only transitional ones, the customized ones are still under production, and her piano teacher is about to be found.

Now because of her words, he will be busy in vain.

Tony showed no emotion.He asked, "Sure, if you don't want to see it again. But, are you sure?"

Fiona nodded heavily without hesitation.

"I'm sure... I really don't want to play anymore. I know it's not a good thing to quit halfway, but..."

"Annie, listen to me, you have to figure out one thing first."

Tony led her back from the confused and anxious mood, "Is it because you don't like it anymore, or you don't play as well as others?"

"Sweetheart, I can support you in doing whatever you want, as long as you really understand your own heart."

"Think about it, don't tell me in a hurry, okay. It's just a piano, it doesn't matter if you want it or not. I will agree to whatever decision you make, as long as you are happy."

Tony kissed the top of her head.

"It's time for bed now, sweet boy."

When he wanted to leave, Fiona grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Well, she was really clingy today.Blame him for being too heavy in her heart. Others - especially the captain, shouldn't have this kind of trouble, right?

Alas, who told me this is my own cub.

"What's the matter?" Tony sat back and held her little hand, "Don't you want me, then you lie down, I'll sit here, and I'll leave when you fall asleep. Hmm... Do you want to listen to a lullaby? "

"I do not want it."

Fiona retorted in a low voice, and when Tony wasn't paying attention, she quickly kissed him on the cheek.

After the sneak attack, Fiona quickly lay down and pulled up the quilt to cover her head, her whole face was burning badly.

Tony, who was suddenly hit by surprise, was stunned. When he realized what happened, he couldn't believe that the kiss he had been waiting for for a long time, the kiss from Fiona's initiative, would end so hastily.

He tried to shake her up: "Wait, Annie, is that all? I thought this scene would be a classic, and then there would be some provocative words that could move the two of us to tears."

In a huddled gesture, Fiona told him no, forget it.

Tony persevered: "Even if I love your father. Please, don't be so dry, say something, and remember it."

"VIS, tell me you recorded everything just now."

"While I would love to say yes, I regret to remind you, sir, that there is no camera clearance in Miss Fiona's room."

"Oh no, I just lost my precious video data? This is worth remembering until I'm 80 years old!"

Tony shook Fiona who was wrapped in the quilt again, "Good boy, get up, and give this clumsy artificial intelligence a command to turn on the recording function for a while, and then we will do it again."

Fiona's room's camera permissions can only be opened by herself, which is a protection program that Tony has entered for her.

He'd never regretted it—well, a little bit now.

Tony's persistence didn't impress Fiona, at least at this moment it didn't allow her to overcome her shyness and get out of bed.

A muffled voice came from across the quilt: "Good night, Dad."

Well, well, his Anne is not quite able to let go, and he is considerate of her.At least he got a real kiss, and she initiated it.

Tony rubbed the position of her little head through the quilt.

"Well, I heard what you said in your heart."

"Daddy loves you too, Annie."

"I know what you're thinking."

To such a shy Fiona, Tony didn't give her a chance to refute, "Anyway, I heard it, and my ears are very good. But if you are willing to speak louder, I mean, so that you can hear it yourself, then It's even better."

He leaned closer to her ear, exaggerating.

"Okay, give me another kiss, good night."

Unfortunately, Fiona is already a teenager.

If she was ten years younger, Tony would love to hold her to sleep in his arms every day.How happy it would be to be able to see my beloved daughter as soon as I opened my eyes.

When Tony left the room and the lights dimmed again, Fiona poked her head out from under the covers.

Her face was so hot that it was warm to the touch.

It must be too stuffy under the quilt, or the indoor heating temperature is too high.

She asked in a low voice, "VIS, did you really not record it?"

"Not really, Miss Fiona."

Well……

I can't say what it feels like, but Fiona also feels a little regretful.She knew that Tony's statement that he could miss him until he was 80 was a joke, but she couldn't help but imagine the scene he described.

V?I?S? kindly reminded her: "If you want to get a memorable image, I think the dining area is a good choice. There is a lot of sunlight and the camera angle is also good."

The most important thing is that Tony will wave his hand pretending not to care about other onlookers who can harvest the Avengers, and then talk about it for a year.

"No." Fiona denied it, and lay back on the bed and covered herself with the quilt. "I'm just asking casually, really. You won't tell others, will you? I believe you won't, you are the best artificial intelligence in the world .”

V?I?S? paused for half a second before responding: "Thanks for the compliment, can I keep the audio of this sentence?"

"If you don't mind it taking up memory. Good night, VIS, maybe you can also take a break. I mean, standby, or have other more professional expressions."

"Thank you, Miss Fiona. Good night."

She likes to listen to V?I?S? talk.

The unique and authentic British pronunciation can always produce some magical resonance with Ah Fu's voice in memory.

It would be nice to see them again.Fiona really wanted to say that she wanted to live at home.Even if you have to get up early every day, it doesn't matter if you drive an hour to school.

If she had had the courage she has today earlier, she would have said it.

There was silence in the room again.

Fiona was still looking at the same ceiling, but she was not as restless as before.

She told Tony the truth - and it made Fiona feel like a big step.

When she said she didn't want to play the piano anymore, she was ready to be accused.

Maybe he will say that he cannot live up to his meticulous preparation, that a good boy must have a persistent character, and that he cannot shrink back when encountering difficulties...

But Tony didn't say that.

What he said was, "As long as you're happy."

It seemed that she had fallen into a carefully woven sweet trap, but she didn't reject this feeling at all.Fiona couldn't believe that at this moment, she was inexplicably full of confidence.

She has a lot to do.For example, to dye a red hair, and then perm into big waves;

Play a high-altitude bungee jumping, although she may not be up to the weight; it would be even better if someone is willing to play real CS with her.

Wait, how did the last one get in, when did she like to play Mu Cang?

Why is there still a strange and fuzzy image in my mind... probably a movie I've seen.

Fiona found that her to-do list hadn't removed the obtrusive piano.

It's just a piano, an ordinary instrument, and it's a way to pass the time when you're bored.

She thought of herself not long ago, who was still flustered by its existence, and she was quite amused and relieved.

It was never the piano that tormented her repeatedly.

Before Fiona drifted off to sleep, she had one more thing on her mind.

Always find an opportunity to make up for the sentence that I didn't let myself hear.

-

As a result of being turned off all the alarm clocks by her parents, her nerves have been extraordinarily tense these days. Fiona, who finally relaxed the night before, slept until nine o'clock in the morning.

The very embarrassed Fiona wandered around the base, and the only thing she could see was Clint.On a huge table, he struggled with densely packed colorful jigsaw puzzles.

"Feifei, good morning."

Clint pointed to the two breakfasts on the dining table, "As you can see, Tony and the captain always like to let you do multiple-choice questions."

Two slices of muffins with pork chop fried eggs, plus a potato cake, three sausages, and a cup of super rich chocolate.

Three slices of whole wheat bread, one boiled egg, some vegetables, and a glass of milk.

Fiona's hands were all over the hot milk, and she turned around to pick up the chocolate cup.

She took a sip—just enough for Tony, but too sweet for her.

"It's still better to drink milk." She said to herself, "Actually, I like drinking milk."

Clint, who listened to her, wondered: "Don't you always like to drink milk?"

Fiona shook her head slightly.

"No, I was used to it before."

"About my liking for milk, I only found out today."