[Comprehensive English and American] This is not a serious day-to-day

When Rania opened her eyes, it was already evening.

The sunset in the sky seems to be edged with rose color, and the thin silver red is smudged with golden clouds. The twilight creeps out from the silhouette of the forest and climbs up the treetops where the moon shadow falls.

Rania lay on the bed, looking at the scenery framed by the window.If it was the past, she would greedily gaze at the sunset until the sky was completely covered by night, but now, she looked at the dilapidated scenery suspended in the blank in bewilderment, feeling a little uncomfortable.

She stared at the twilight for a while, and finally realized.

She still returned to the world.

The little girl hugged the quilt, remained silent for a while, then slowly closed her eyes, feeling the information in her mind.

Just as she thought, the "entry ticket" can only be used once, and now the trace of this ability has disappeared from her mind, which also means that she will never be able to return to the world of the undead.

Thinking of this, Rania opened her eyes and went to touch the candy in her pocket, but her outstretched hand was empty.

She looked down and found that the cloak she was wearing had been untied and it was placed on the chair beside the bed.

Why is there a chair next to the bed?Rania thought.

While thinking about it, she quickly crawled over, grabbed the cloak, unzipped it, poured the candies on the bed, knelt on the bed and counted them one by one, and was relieved to confirm that no one was lost.

Even after leaving the Land of the Dead, these candies still retain their colorful colors in Lania's eyes. The candy wrappers of each candy are completely different, and the tastes and types are also different. Some of them can't be seen from the wrapping paper. Presumably only the recipient will know what they taste like.

When she woke up, her memory was synchronized with the memory of half of the consciousness in the black mist. Both sides had the memory of the land of the dead and understood her next mission.

It is now three days after she disappeared, and the movements of her family members in the past few days are all written in the memory of the black mist. After thinking about it, Rania feels that it is impossible for her to be released these days, maybe she will Get caught and teach her a lesson, ask her where she went, and make her promise to stay where she is next time and not run around...

She sorted out the candy for her family and put it aside, and the rest of the candy was either unknown to the addressee or unapproachable - like Iron Man, even though Peter interned at Stark Industries and their relationship seemed It's good, but it's impossible for Rania to ask Iron Man out alone, and with her mobility, it's unlikely to stop him when he goes out.

So I can only rely on Mister.Rania thought.

Fortunately, the distance between Black Mist and the host has almost disappeared. Raniya can let Black Mist get the candy, and then go to New York to hand the candy to Iron Man.As for those recipients she didn't know, Rania estimated that she should ask Bruce or Red Hood for help. Of course, from a convenience point of view, she preferred the latter.

This project is huge and cumbersome, and it is bound to take a long time, but Raniya did not show any signs of impatience. She carefully checked each name, wrote them down one by one, and put them in the corresponding pile.Soon after sorting the candies on the bed, she breathed a sigh of relief, moved her fingers, and suddenly noticed that there was an extra ring on her little finger.

The ring is the most common plain silver ring without any patterns, but a dazzling white pearl is inlaid on the ring surface. Rania turned the ring and found that the size of the pearl was larger than the ring, and a small hole was pierced in the middle , more like it was taken from a necklace than a ring.

Where did this come from?Rania stroked the pearl suspiciously.

She thought for a while, then turned her gaze to the scattered candies on the bed, picked up the candies that said "To My Dear Bruce", and looked at the sunset.

The candy didn't fall into her pocket before she left, but it ended up here, as did the ring.

Is it Martha?Rania thought.

At this moment, the window glass was knocked lightly, and Raniya's attention was attracted. She raised her head and saw a small cluster of black mist gently knocking on the glass.

Raniya jumped out of bed, opened the window, and stared at the black mist on the window sill.

Under her gaze, the black mist slowly changed its shape, feathers stretched out one by one, neatly arranged on the edge of the wings, the mist flowed from the back, extending the slender tail feathers, the undead messenger shook his fluff, from Lani Holding a piece of candy in Ya's palm, she spread her wings with a "crash", and under the shadow of the setting sun, she sank into the distant and hazy evening mist.

……

Tony hasn't had a dream for a long time.

This seems to be a good thing, at least there is no dream to squeeze his short sleep time, he can get a moment of peace from the rare stolen sleep, he can temporarily undo the shackles he put on himself, and wait until dawn Put yourself in that arrogant shell, show people a shining Iron Man in the side they need him-he can do everything, he can do more, he is better than their best Good expectations, he can and must carry everything, for whom?For himself?Or for the people behind him?It's not like something he would say.

Today, however, he felt that he had a dream.

Not one of those lingering nightmares, or the wacky dream where Mendeleev popped the periodic table, more like a Disney-esque dream—The Lion King?He didn't remember seeing this, but it was strange that he remembered it now, and even remembered the starry sky on the wasteland.

"You know it's a bit of a trap," Tony said, "You're actually a biomechanical bionic crow, and as soon as I take this candy, I need to test the effect of the nano-armor in advance."

"This is not a crow." The black bird on the railing made a girl's voice. Considering that she was holding a piece of candy, she should not have made the sound with a bird's beak. "But you still choose to stop and talk to me."

Tony puts his hands in his trouser pockets. "Because I want to know where you got that signature. On a charitable foundation document? Or your little magic trick—sorry, maybe I misplaced the word."

The Shrike tilted his head: "So you can put on the armor and pick up the candies, Mr. Stark."

Tony: "That's what I wanted to say too."

He raised his hand, and the golden-red iron flow wound up, catching the candy that fell from the bird's beak.

The candy rolled twice in his palm, without any change.

The Shrike looked at this scene, hesitantly gave an "uh", and suggested: "Maybe you want to eat the candy. But I have already delivered the candy, and then you can decide what to do with it... Of course, your last Better be nicer to it."

"I've invested $6.11 million in therapeutic experiments to erase traumatic memories," Tony said, "and you say this candy will do the same and expect me to eat it right now—think about it, miss, I'm Thought the tabloids making me up to be a junkie didn't have that many readers."

"This is not a fabricated scene," the Shrike hesitated and sighed, "No matter what you see, you will think it is a hallucination, right?"

"I think several of the projects I've sponsored are trying to manipulate human memory with precision."

"And I'm your fan, and I know it." The Shrike flapped its wings and flew up, "In this case, good luck to you, goodbye."

She quickly disappeared into the night, while Tony examined the candy in his palm. After a while, he unscrewed the sea-blue candy wrapper and took out a piece of chocolate from the wrinkled tin foil.

There was a line of small characters written on the tin foil, still in familiar handwriting, "Eat me."

Alice in Wonderland?Tony thought.

He bit the chocolate, and the sweet wine mixed with the aroma of flowers and fruits flowed out of the chocolate, lighting up the silent taste buds, and the cool breeze with the aroma of honey flowers and dried apricots flowed out of his mouth, and he saw the lush green trees summer.

Tony swallowed the noble rot liqueur chocolate in his mouth, and his eyes slowly swept around. After a while, he lowered his eyes, did not move, kept his hands in his trouser pockets, and watched a pair of leather shoes approaching from the edge of his field of vision.

"Even in the video, I have never seen you so real. Maybe I should adjust my views on magic." Tony murmured and raised his head, looking at the white-haired old man in front of him.

"Or you could say 'I'm already thinking about how to reproduce this with technology,'" Howard said.

Tony watched him intently.

"I'm kind of starting to like magic," he said.

"Because he talked to you well?" Maria asked.

A beautiful lady in a suit walked up to him, raised her head slightly, and reached out to stroke his cheek.

"What is this?" Tony looked into Maria's eyes intently and murmured, "Who are you?"

He reached out to hold Maria's hand, pulled it in front of him, slowly lowered his head, closed his eyes, and let that hand touch the top of his head.

"Just phantoms of the dead, you know." Maria said with a smile.

The process of melting candy in the mouth became long enough for them to talk about the land of the dead, about every Halloween, about how the road of petals led them to the world, about how they fell asleep when he was drunk and passed out. Sitting next to him, gently stroking his hair.

It sounded like a dream in which he ate a candy filled with a hallucinogenic potion and constructed a reunion, a meeting that never happened, a farewell that he wished so many times would happen.

But it's so real, it's even more real than what can be recreated through technological manipulation of the hippocampus.He never had a childhood that believed in fairy tales, and he didn't pay attention to whether his peers were listening to the stories in their parents' arms when he made robots. He let himself live the opposite of what his father expected, waiting vaguely One day they will be able to look back at each other and realize how close and how far apart they really are.

Later that opportunity never came.That opportunity will never come.He was 20 years old, 30 years old, 40 years old, so many years passed by, he never seemed to do the right thing, he seemed to start to do the right thing, and finally he waited for a dream.

"Like bonbons? No more drinking." Maria kissed him on the cheek. "We all miss you, and we know you do too."

She put her arms around Tony tenderly: "We all know."

"Just a little life change," Tony argues. "After all I've done, I feel like I deserve a treat, don't you think so?"

Maria chuckled: "Yes, you deserve it."

Tony cast his eyes on Howard, and two pairs of similar eyes looked at each other across the world.

"I said you'd change the world, Tony," Howard said. "You make me proud."

"But you still piss me off," Tony said, "Even so..."

He paused, pursed his lips, and said quickly, "I love you, Dad."

The always serious old man stared at him and gently held the corner of his mouth.

……

"So you're from the underworld?" Peter asked suspiciously while holding two candies, "Are you a human who was magically turned into a bird? Or an Animagus?"

He leaned on the window sill, looked down at the little bird on the window sill, tentatively bent his fingers, and rubbed against her fluff.

"One is for you and one is for your aunt." The little bird said clearly, before his fingers slid to his chest, he raised his wings and slapped Peter's fingers off politely, "Don't Touch down, dirty!"

Peter, whose finger hurt from being slapped, quickly raised his hand to apologize: "Okay, okay, sorry."

He lowered his head to look at the candy in his palm. His one was a golden French fruit jelly, the sour powder was crystal clear, sealed in a transparent package, and his name was written on it.

The sound of flapping wings rang in his ears. He raised his head and saw the little bird flying into the boundless night, leaving only the two candies in his palm, telling him that everything he encountered just now was not a dream, but a reality.

Candy from a bird... sounds super suspicious no matter what.

The little spider thought delicately, and asked his sister in battle suit: "Hey, Karen, can you check if there is any problem with these two candies?"

After the automatic detection of the suit, Peter was relieved, but decided to try it himself before deciding whether to give it to Aunt May.

He tore open the wrapper and licked the fudge, but couldn't taste any sweetness.

Before Peter could be confused, in the next second, a large expanse of brilliant gold suddenly appeared in his vision, as if overwhelming sunflowers were blooming in his eyes, and three figures stood in the sunflower field, waving to him.

He tasted sunshine.

……

"Miss Diana Prince, is she?"

Facing the Shrike who spoke out, Diana didn't immediately put on her uniform.She put down the restoration brush, left the half-restored cultural relic, poured a bowl of water, and walked to the window sill with the water: "Yes, hello. Do you want some water?"

"Here is a letter for you, please reach out, miss." The Shrike said seriously.

Wonder Woman stretched out her hand calmly, hiding the lasso of mantra in her palm, and gently caught the Shrike's slender claws.

"From whom?" she asked.

There is no lie under the lasso of truth, and the Shrike didn't even notice the abnormality, and continued: "I don't know him, but he is a pilot, brown hair, blue eyes, and very handsome."

Diana twitched her eyelashes.

"You come from the underworld?" Her voice lowered slightly, "Who are you?"

The Shrike tilted his head: "No, it's the world of the undead. He asked me to bring you a letter, which is this candy. As for me... I'm Lanius."

She put a candy in Diana's palm, and Diana retracted the lasso of truth and picked up the candy in her palm.

The rich sweetness of the toffee filled the lips and teeth, perfectly blending with the light salty taste of the sea salt. Diana bit down hard with her back molars, and the vanilla ice cream sandwich was squeezed out of the toffee, reminiscent of the hazy sky a hundred years ago. London.

She closed her eyes, the cool and salty sea breeze brushed her lips, the sunshine of Paradise Island jumped on her eyelids, the sound of the tide was endless, someone was walking towards her on the beach, the soles of their shoes rubbed against the gravel, Make a small noise.

Diana opened her eyes and looked at Steve Trevor who was walking in front of her.

They didn't speak, just looked into each other's eyes.Waves of waves washed the beach, the waves smashed on the reef, the sea water flowed over their shoes, and they rolled and crawled back from the beach. Time seemed to freeze at this moment. They met on Paradise Island. Through the sky and the sea, looking into each other's eyes.

Smiles slowly climbed to the corners of their mouths. The pilot's eyes were gentle, engraved with deep nostalgia. The Amazon princess had clear eyes, full cheeks, and an innocent smile like a girl when she first met.

"I'm still moving forward," she said. "I'm still saving the world for tomorrow."

……

"How did you get into my house?" Clark asked.

He took off his glasses and looked at the little bird on the dining table: "Are you the beast boy? Or a raven?"

The bird looked confused, and Clark didn't know how he could read confusion on a bird's face.

She jumped twice and jumped into Clark's palm, ignorant of how easily this hand could crush her into a puddle of flesh and blood, she lowered her head and put down a candy.

It was a small sugar ball wrapped in glass candy wrappers. It was bright and transparent, and it didn't look special. However, Clark quickly showed a surprised expression and held the small sugar ball.

Before he went to the metropolis, he lived on a farm in Kansas. There was no special candy store in the town, and the most common candy he could buy was this cheap little sugar ball.

After the bird left, Superman grabbed the candy and flew to Wonder Woman's place to ask his friends for help.

When Diana opened the door, Clark found that her expression looked more relaxed than usual, as if some gentle emotion softened the female warrior's brows and eyes, melted into her eyes, and created soft waves.

"I received a piece of candy," Clark said straight to the point, "a bird gave it to me, but I don't know who it is, it doesn't seem to be the shape-shifters I know..."

"Don't worry, she meant no harm," Diana said. "You can try your candy, find a quiet place, and don't let other people disturb you...it will give you what you want."

Clark frowned and smiled helplessly: "What do I want?"

When Superman left, Wonder Woman returned to the table, staring at the letter in her hand - when she opened her eyes, the candy wrapper became the letter.After a long time, she put the letter into the open suitcase, placed it on a photo, and put it together with a watch.

The lid of the box fell gently, sealing a beautiful past together in memory.

That night, Clark saw Jonathan Kent in the wheat field, the sun was sinking behind him, and his father's silhouette was inlaid with a circle of gold, tall and powerful as he remembered.

"I miss you, son," Jonathan said.

Clark looked at it for a long time, lowered his head, and finally raised his head: "I miss you too, Dad."

When he was embraced by his father, he finally believed that this was not an illusion he conjured up. His father had been watching him and believed that he had become the person he expected.

……

After giving most of the candies to Black Mist and returning to Red Hood's base to ask him for help, Rania put on her coat, took a bag of candies, and went to find other people in the mansion.

She handed Alfred the English licorice, handed Dick a soft chocolate, and asked when he'd see Jason next.

"You want to see Jason?" Dick said in surprise, "Why do you think of him..."

He didn't know what to think, he paused for a moment, and changed the subject: "But before that, miss, where did you go? You don't know Damian—"

Rania pondered: "If you want to say that he is in a hurry, I don't believe it at all."

Dick: "..."

Dick had to admit, "He thinks you shouldn't be running around."

"You promised us to stay where you are," Damian's voice sounded from behind Rania, with a bit of anger, "This is your attitude towards promises? Rania Wayne, you are—"

Dick covered his mouth before he could say something worse.

Even so, Rania could guess what Damian was going to say, but she didn't really care whether he said it or not... On the contrary, it was the first time she met Damian and got angry. It was a bit novel for her.

... The little girl thought about it, and suddenly felt that it was a bit too much to abandon her brother alone in the cold wind.

"Sorry." She thought for a while, and asked in the softest tone, "Do you want candy?"

Damian: "..."

He looked like he wanted to punch Rania.Dick, who was watching, immediately realized this.

Taking advantage of the time when Dick stopped Damian, Rania walked down the stairs holding the railing and began to look for Bruce. Unfortunately, she still couldn't find her father until she met Tim.

"He's in the study." Tim swallowed the energy bar in his mouth, watched Rania walk towards the study, thought for a while, and added, "He visited you before."

So that chair by the bed... Rania thought.

Following Tim's prompt, Rania knocked on the door of the study.

So far, Rania has not communicated with Bruce alone, not that she has no chance, but that she is not so enthusiastic, because there is no need for that, she does not need to gain her father's favor, and she does not even need them recognition.

But things don't work out like this. In order to take care of her father's fragile heart, the little girl didn't even dare to expose her other half, let alone reveal her true nature. Keep being so obedient, pretending to be what they want.

But now it seems that the effect is better than expected... even a little too good.

She opened the door as she thought about it, before her father asked where she had gone-Rania felt that she had to find out how Batman explained when he sent herself back before she could answer this question, otherwise she might He could only answer "I don't know"—before, he handed over the candy in his pocket.

"Someone wants me to give this to you," she said.

"Someone wants me to give you this," Bruce heard the little girl say.

When she said this, she raised her face slightly, her eyes didn't blink, there was no resentment from suffering from illness, no distortion from being trapped by incomplete vision, no fear of going to the land of the dead alone in that turquoise , looks like a normal child.

She looked at herself, her eyes were so clear, she didn't know anything about her life experience, she didn't know who caused her disability, she just surrendered her trust so easily, and chose to come to a stranger to his side, to his side.

Batman has hidden a lot of secrets. He always hides a piece of information that only he knows from others, no matter the others are his friends or family members, but this time, he still feels the weight of the truth through these blue eyes, overwhelming on his tense back.

"Thank you." He took the candy, avoiding Raniya's sight, "Have you rested yet?"

Raniya nodded, suddenly remembered something, raised her hand, took off a ring from her little finger, and put it on the table.

"I think it's for you too," she said.

The ring rolled twice across the table and into Bruce's hand.

Bruce recognized where the pearls came from the moment he saw the ring.

It was his mother's pearl.On the night of her death, the bullet that took her life cut her pearl necklace, and her body fell down with those pearls, taking away his carefree childhood.

He had collected those pearls, and Damian had looked for those pearls for him, and now, the last pearl appeared in front of him.

Raniya waited for a while, but still didn't get a response. It seemed that after she put down the ring, there was only a silent statue left behind the table. She licked her lips, and began to hesitate whether she could leave now, after all, she was not very I want to interrupt the time when the recipient is reading the letter.

She is just a messenger, and those thanks should not be directed to her, but to the undead who helped her, even to themselves, it is the connection between the living and the dead that sent her back to the world, and sent those thoughts to them In the hands of the dead, it is their own love and longing that have been responded by the undead.

"I……"

Raniya didn't finish her words, and was suddenly pulled into a heavy embrace like a mountain.

Her father hugged her tightly, held the pearl, and closed his eyes.

He said softly, "Thank you, Rania."