When Chaoying meets Little Siren

Val woke up the next day, and Tony was monitoring the data by her side.

"Are you awake?" he said without looking up.

The little siren got out of the blanket and rubbed his eyes in a daze, only to find that the fins were still standing on his arms, so he slowly retreated the scales, halfway back, as if he didn't wake up, he realized I have no clothes to wear.

Tony took one look at her and pulled the blanket over her face to face.

Like a porcupine caught in a trap, she struggled under the blanket for a while, and finally poked her head out of the corner with flushed cheeks, and her ear fins had receded.

"How do you feel?" Tony looked at the data and asked her with his head tilted.

The little siren licked its mouth, its eyes lit up, eager to say something, but found that it could only whimper twice from its throat.Fortunately, she is much calmer than before, probably because she knows that the throat problem will not last for too long, so she signs with peace of mind.

[I dreamed of her! ] She was lying on the bed, only two hands were exposed, the soft fingers changed dexterously and happily: [I like it! ]

Carol goes out of her way to provide instant translations.

"Who?" Tony asked absently.

[Alice! ] She said with her fingers, [She hugged me! ]

Her eyes were as bright as stars, and she was so excited that the emotion of a dream was infected with reality.

"That's really..." Tony said, just thinking of Natasha's Taser|shock|gun, his tone was a bit erratic: "It's a beautiful dream."

[I want——] suddenly remembered something, Wei Er bit the quilt with her mouth, sat up, opened her arms widely, and compared it exaggeratedly, [Find Jason! ]

She unilaterally announced the start of a game, and the alarm bell rang in Tony's mind. He moved extremely quickly and stuffed the hospital gown that she couldn't wear because of the fins and tail into the quilt, successfully blocking the overly excited kid from running away. Coming out of the road, he said loudly, "After getting dressed!"

She laughed muffledly under the quilt for Tony's hasty movements, and poked her head out again when she felt that the oxygen was thinning. This time she put on her clothes obediently, and slipped out with her bare feet before Tony caught her again. Room.

Tuliu Tony murmured behind him: "Alice... I seem to have seen this name somewhere."

The name was quite common, so he didn't think much about it.

The little siren who wandered out of the room stopped in the corridor, and the surrounding layout and decoration were very strange, obviously not the place she had been in before.

She stood there blankly for a while, and took a few steps tentatively. There were too many doors and corners, which made her a little dizzy and flustered, but she couldn't make a sound, so she suddenly felt abandoned. Yes, flustered feeling.

She took a few steps back, let go of her hearing, heard many different frequencies, found the familiar one, and immediately changed direction when she wanted to retreat back to Tony.

She couldn't run very far, and hugged her from behind with both hands. She shook her arms to keep her balance, but the hands holding her were very stable, and she didn't feel uneasy at all, so she turned her head to look.

Dick greeted her, "Hey."

Val also gave a low hey, and Dick put her down: "Where do you want to go?"

[Jason! ] She gestured.

"...uh," said Dick, who should have expected this answer: "He's not here at the moment, so maybe we won't see him for a few days?"

But I hear his voice.Val thought blankly, her face full of doubts and disappointment.

[Why? ] she asked.

As if he just realized it, Dick squatted down to be at eye level with her, a little worried: "What's wrong with your throat?"

[I have no idea. ] She replied, [but nothing happened. ]

She asked stubbornly again: [Why? ]

Failed to change the subject, the kid was surprisingly stubborn about what he decided, Dick thought.

Why?How do I explain to you that they're worried that Jason doesn't want to "release you back into the wild" after he's raised you for so long?This abnormal possessiveness has already sprouted.What's more, you are so similar...too similar, which is very dangerous, and it is not conducive to the cognitive reconstruction of the child. Imprisonment is not good, and it is not good to tie her to oneself.

Look, Jason, who is relying on whom now?Or is it mutual?

No one can blame Jason, because a completely pure white girl relies on you as the whole world like a puppy, you have all her trust, you are almost her whole world.

No one can resist this, just like no one can resist Pandora, after all, she was created to make people obsessed and willing to unleash disaster.

What's more, it's someone like Jason who has temporarily lost his focus in life.She becomes a new center of gravity, at this most fitting, most vulnerable, most dangerous moment.

Regarding those reasons, Dick didn't say a word, just patted her head, and said softly: "Maybe he just wants to take a rest, you know, it always happens after a serious illness."

[So he doesn't want me? ] Val realized something, was stunned for a while, and gestured quietly.

She heard the familiar frequency in the soundproof room not far away, the heart pumping blood, the sound was intense, and the muffled and frantic sound of fists hitting sandbags.

"Of course not." Dick said, even a little bit unbearable, which caused him to subconsciously polish the answer: "I just want you to try to meet other friends. It's a bit lonely to follow Jason all the time."

he said, trying to put it lightly.

"But he promised... me, ice cream." She said, her eyes began to water, her voice hoarse because of the pain in her throat: "He promised."

"I'll take you there." Dick said, waving his hand, quite generously: "Whatever flavor you want, I'll give you a ball for each type."

Wei Er didn't take this set, and ran under his waving hand.

It's not that Dick can't catch up, but pulling her away abruptly may not only arouse her rebellious psychology, but may even evoke some bad memories of being forced.

This is what none of them want to see.

It's all right, Dick thought, after his level, there's Jason.

The child searched for the training room, touched the door, tried to speak, and shattered it as before, but the tearing pain completely dispelled her attempt, she frowned, sniffed, and groped around the door .

Jason would use a key to open the door, but this door does not have a keyhole. She also saw that Tony pressed his hand on a small square next to the door and the door opened. She looked around and found the very similar small Reach out to touch the cube, it is not high enough, jump up, put your palm on it with a snap, and the door opens with a sound.

There was only Jason inside, and he hit the sandbag silently one after another. The closer the distance, the more terrifying the sound, and the heavy force was like thunder in the room.

He heard the sound of the door opening, but he didn't look over. The only difference might be that the force was stronger, even with anger.

"I, know, how to do it." He gritted his teeth, and uttered word after word as he struck, "So, give me, shut up!"

There was a fist mark sunken into the sandbag, with dark stains faintly on it.

"Get out." He supported the sandbag, his fingers twitched slightly due to pain, and said.

The door didn't open again, and the silence was a little out of character for Dick.

Jason turned around, eyes widening.

"Wait blah blah, not to you, God," he said incoherently, cursing something under his breath.He ran over in three steps and two steps, almost at a loss, God, he has never made this child cry.But in an instant he remembered the conversation with Dick again, and he froze a step away from the spot, neither moving forward nor retreating, casually removed the bandages wrapped around his hands, wiped his sweat, threw them aside, raised his hands and didn’t know where to put them .

The brief silence almost made him feel anxious.

She was so sad that she shed tears, blinked constantly, and found her anchor in the blurred vision. For a moment, she almost ran away, but she couldn't bear it.

She came here because she was reluctant to part with Jason. She stretched out her arms timidly and with some fear, but her feet did not move. Her feet were stuck to the ground by some invisible thing. Maybe there is no such thing, but if there is no , how to explain her inability to lift her legs?

But if she really pissed Jason off.She thought, vision quickly blurred, and she could only blink more often.She will leave, she likes Jason and doesn't want to upset him, so she will leave.

"Jesus." Jason murmured softly, his broken knuckles began to throb again with the throbbing of his temples, and guilt almost crushed him instantly.

Her hands were a little sore, but she still managed to get a hug before hanging them down.

"I'm sorry," Jason whispered. "I'm very sorry."

"I shouldn't have wanted to keep you tied to me, I shouldn't have yelled at you, God, there are so many things I can do but I choose the worst one, I'm sorry, Vi you."

He murmured, hugging a small, thin but warm body.

"I forgive you." There was a weak voice in his ears, and the cloth on his shoulders became moist and warm.

The little siren clings to him persistently and hugs him for a long time, wanting to hug him enough to both her anxiety of being unconscious and the fear of having nightmares, and when she can finally hold back her tears, she whispers: "If I forgive you If so, can I have my ice cream?"

The joy of getting your hands on ice cream for the first time is indescribable.

Speaking of this cold dessert, it's a promise that dates back so long ago that few remember how long ago, but it's been fulfilled, and that's all that matters.

Although the stomachs of deep-sea creatures should not be questioned, Jason still used the standards of human children as a reference habitually.

"One ball at most." Jason said, "You can't eat too much ice in your throat."

Finish with a bite of his own chocolate-flavored single scoop ice cream.

The little girl nodded obediently, looked at the other white ball eagerly, and was even greedy for his chocolate ball, cautiously and solemnly took the ice cream cone handed over by Jason, and licked it tentatively. White scoops of ice cream.

Cold and sweet, full of milk flavor.

Over there, he was eating vigorously, and here Jason's phone vibrated. He took it out with one hand and saw that Dick had sent a questioning text message.

[What did we say before? :)]

Jason calmly took another bite of the chocolate ball, took a breath, saw the child enjoying the meal, thought for a while, and took out his phone to reply:

[I hired a governess and could send her back to school within six months. ]

The reply came quickly: [Half a year is enough? ]

Jason typed with an empty cookie in his mouth: [She's smart enough. ]

send.

Waited half a day for a reply.Jason put down his phone and looked at the child. She gnawed on the cone very happily. After gnawing on the cone, she licked her finger that was stuck to the melted ice cream. The reluctant eyes obviously wouldn't be satisfied with a ball. .

Jason became cautious in an instant, and immediately entered a state of preparation to reject the other party's longing eyes.

The little girl blinked her eyes and looked over, but before she could speak, she was attracted by something else.

Big, tall, blond, with a peaked cap, holding a hot dog.

It was the uncle I had seen before.

Wei Er just looked at him, and the other party was also very keen, almost as soon as his eyes fell on him, he noticed it and looked back.

One big and one small met eyes.The older one's eyes softened, a little surprised and happy.

Val turned her head and pointed at Jason with her eyes, pointing at the big blond man in the peaked cap, wanting to say, I know him.

With this finger, before Jason could react, a man beside the big blond man tensed up instantly.

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The author has something to say:

Changed the content of the previous chapter.After thinking about it, I still feel that I can't let the Bat family do nothing and watch Natasha catch the fish with the bat.

While this is indeed a sensible thing to do, it seems too rational, and as we all know, if everything developed with complete rationality, there would be no such thing as a novel xd