When Chaoying meets Little Siren

This is the metropolis, of course, even if it is just across the river from Gotham next door, it is still a few hours' drive from the museum in the very center of the city to Gotham.

The address of the restaurant Jason mentioned is located in Gotham's West Side. If the building is tall enough, you can see the metropolis with the naked eye.

But it is a fact that the restaurant is located in Gotham. It will not suddenly grow its feet and go to the metropolis, and it is impossible for people to find a restaurant in Gotham in the metropolis.

So Steve and Val arrive at a restaurant that happens to have the same name.

Val hiccupped and looked around.It was meal time at this time, and the restaurant called "Friday" was sparsely filled with half of the people.

She just went in and watched the people coming and going in the restaurant. Her face was full of flowers, and she buried herself in the waste paper pile. Her body was not very clean, and the sewage soaked in the waste paper stained her skirt .

The shopkeeper saw that she looked like a little beggar, so he went into the kitchen and handed her a piece of dry bread.

She also took the dry bread in a daze, in what position she took it, in what position she held it, hugged the dry bread in her arms, and continued to be a dirty and dirty lucky cat at the door.

There were two or three waves of people entering the restaurant. No matter how much she stretched her neck to look forward, she still couldn't find the person she wanted to look forward to. She lowered her head, hugged the dry bread that was as long as her forearm, and shed tears silently.

She realized what she was going to lose, and she couldn't quite recall or really know what she was going to lose, she just felt a kind of sadness about the loss that she didn't fully understand.

She hugged the dry bread tightly, squatted down, and rolled herself into a small beetle, letting herself cry out of breath while suppressing her voice.

"What?"

Someone spoke, a little tentative and surprised, and footsteps stopped beside her.

That voice was all too familiar, a suspicious, slightly hoarse youthful voice, this voice once told her not to add parsley to the pasta, and muttered that there should be no stools in the tub at Wayne Mansion. Fearing that her feet would slip, she knocked her chin on the edge of the barrel and bit her tongue.

Weier raised her head abruptly, with tears still on her face.

The person who stopped beside her was Jason who was supposed to be in Gotham.

Jason's conjecture confirmed that before he had time to be surprised, he was hit by a small bomb.

The child's slender arms hugged his waist tightly, and something in his hand rolled to the ground, buried his head in his abdomen, crying and convulsing, the voice gradually became louder, wow wow wow Sobbing and trying to say something, he listened so hard to realize that it was "You don't want to die, I don't want you to die."

Crying like the world is collapsing before her eyes.

She even cried harder than when there was no one to hug her, and the tense mood instantly relaxed, and the tears burst out regardless.

Who lied to the kid that he was dead?

Jason was furious for no reason, and he didn't care about asking what was going on right now. The restaurant was too noisy, so he picked up the child who was about to cry hoarse, let her sit on his arm, and took her to the dining room outside the restaurant. Street, reached out and patted her on the back: "I'm here, Val, who told you I'm dead? Hey, can you hear me?"

She was still crying, she couldn't think of anything, she couldn't respond to anything, she cried even more when she heard the word death, and after being hugged, she hugged his neck, crying till her tinnitus was slightly ringing.

She didn't even notice that the adult who accompanied her had left without a sound.

With his other hand, Jason gently pushed her head out of his wet neck.

Her face was wet and dirty from wiping her hands, her eyes were red from crying, and she looked much, much sadder than the night Jason was going to leave him at Wayne Mansion.

If she is abandoned, she can still find the other party, but if a person dies, where should she find the other party?

"Hey, look at me." Jason called softly, putting his palms against her face to prevent her from crying on top of him.

Val looked at him, hiccupped aggrievedly, and wanted to bury him in his neck.

Jason rubbed her face and refused to let her.

"Val, look at me, who am I?" he said, his voice low.

"J... Goo, Jason," she said.

"Am I dead?"

Her mouth was deflated, and tears were about to well up in her eyes again.

"Look at me, don't cry. Am I dead? If I die, who is in front of you?" Jason said flatly.

"It's...Jason." Weier replied aggrieved, still very sad, and said, "Jason is not dead."

"Hmm, that's right." Jason stretched out a hand, palm up, facing her.

Weier sniffled, looked at him, tremblingly released a hand from his neck, and patted his palm softly and silently.

This is saying: "Calm down".

"Stop crying, huh?" Jason squatted down, trying to put her down, but she didn't, and put her arms around his neck again.

"What did we say?"

Jason just squatted like that, and he wasn't in a hurry. He didn't have any urgent business when he came to the metropolis. He finally met a child he hadn't seen for a long time, and he didn't mind spending a little time.

Weier buried her face in his clothes, and repeated in a muffled voice: "...be stronger, become stronger."

After answering, she reluctantly withdrew her hand slowly, stepped on the ground, and swayed to stabilize her body.

Then he grabbed the corner of his clothes and didn't let go.

Jason looked at the red and dirty little hand and sighed silently.

When he first encountered the death of someone close to him, reality did not allow him to collapse.For if he was struck down by grief and despair, if he could not run on frightened legs, he would be shot through the chest like his brother lying on the ground bleeding.

But the emotions that were going to collapse that day were not non-existent, nor would they be quelled by action and courage.

No one should be born to be a hero who has been tempered to steel.

At least today he didn't want to mention "death" anymore, so he asked Val: "Why are you in Metropolis?"

After thinking about it, he asked again, "Where's that Amos?"

Val shook her head.

She shook her head very slowly, her forehead was slightly pressed against his side, the force of pulling the hem of his clothes gradually relaxed, and her head began to move bit by bit.

This time I was really tired of crying.

Jason bent down in time to catch the little girl who was about to fall over, sighed firmly, and picked her up.

A car was parked beside the road, and the window was rolled down, revealing the face of a middle-aged man in his forties. The middle-aged man's cheeks were thin and he had unruly hard hair that could not be suppressed.

"Uh." The middle-aged man looked at the child he was holding hesitantly: "So, where's the meal?"

"Go by yourself, you should move your legs, the lab is going to kill you." Jason lowered his voice and said angrily.

The scientist who was about to be ruined by the laboratory rubbed his messy hair, his beard was not clean, and his dark circles were thick, which was the sign of the kind of people who stayed up all night for a long time.

He wasn't annoyed when Jason talked to him like that, he got out of the driver's seat angrily, went to the side of the door by the side of the road and opened the door of the back seat.

"That's why you came to this 'Friday'?" The middle-aged man gestured lazily to the little girl who was sleeping deeply. He always looked like he was not waking up. Jason had been used to it for many years.

This scientist, who didn’t know what research he was doing, moved next door to him when he was eight years old. At that time, he lived in a partition in the basement, and he could hear every cough and cough from the next door. At that time, he often listened to the explosions next door every three days and worried about the foundation. He was going to be blown up, but he had no money to move out.

That person was also guilty at the time, and after several explosions, he still knew how to harmonize the relationship with the neighbors, so he came to visit him with a meal that was not considered rich. He was so hungry that he was dizzy and the door was left open.The man pushed the door open, only to see him lying motionless on the bed, clutching his stomach, fainted from hunger.

The people who live in this kind of place are not rich themselves, but since then, that person has been adhering to the naive idea that "adults can starve and children can't starve", this kind of naive idea that you can't survive in Gotham, and come here every now and then to bring some food to help Give him a hand so that he won't starve and faint in his own home until it stinks and no one will know.Naturally, he reciprocated the favor, and the two had been dating for several years without knowing each other.

The mutual support in those years made his life a little easier. When he was adopted by Bruce, he pretended to mention a few words to the scientist casually, but Bruce had no follow-up reaction to this, and little Jason also Start helping the still down and out scientist with pocket money.

Of course, they have lost contact since his death. This meeting was purely accidental. The two chatted casually. In this case, there is an informant here who has relevant information. He happened to meet an old friend, so he took a car and came to the metropolis.

After each finished their work, they gathered together. After Jason got in the car, the other party asked casually where to eat. Jason subconsciously thought he was in a taxi, but reflexively came to a Friday restaurant, and the navigation automatic voice input, the metropolis really has such a restaurant of the same name.

That's why Jason came here by accident.

"Don't ask questions, Wilson," Jason said, pushing the open door with his knees and bending over to enter.

The scientist named Wilson shrugged, went into the restaurant indifferently, ordered two chicken burgers, thought about it, and ordered another waffle.

He put a burger in a bag, pinched another freshly baked hot chicken burger, peeled off the wrapping paper, took a bite, chewed, and waited for the waffle to bake while he thought casually, the one who was there yesterday What the hell is Melvis who opened a black hole in his house?

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The author has something to say:

This guy is so gentle, did he add hundreds of filters? (Tactical back)

I don't care, if my little girl wants to hug, she must have a hug qaq

Ming people don't say dark words, I really want to take Brother Tong's place.

guess which wilson this is

The article entered v on Saturday, and the day of entering v was tens of thousands, and it was the first time to enter v, and there were tens of millions of nervous qnq.