[Zongyingmi] What can I do, I am also desperate

Not surprisingly, Tim is also bugged in Sandra's current room. It's not that he's guarding against anything, it's just a subconscious habit.

It's just that he also noticed something wrong with Sandra today.Although Sandra hides well, if she can be fooled so easily, Tim is not the most Batman-like Robin.

So after leaving the room, he turned on the monitor in Sandra's room and heard the conversation between Warren and her clearly.

Tim didn't notice what Warren said at all. After thinking about it for a while, he found out some previously recorded surveillance videos and played them again, looking through them carefully. After reading it again, I realized that Sandra's dealings with the people around her were indeed a bit strange.

Especially those with the Avengers.

Her level of trust in Tony Stark is almost at the same level as her own level of trust. Even for some tentative and excessive demands made by Tony, as long as Tony can find a reason to persuade her, Sandra will not even be too concerned. Hesitant, even if it might cause her any harm, she would agree to his request and never refuse.

If she chooses to trust and use them as her backing because the Avengers are similar to the Justice League, it makes no sense for her to trust one of them so much.

And it's not just Tony, even the angels now. They have never met each other, but it didn't even take long for Sandra to pour out most of her secrets to Warren, except those who don't know each other. A secret that can be known to too many people, as long as it is about herself, she has almost nothing to hide from Warren, as long as the other party asks her, she will answer truthfully.

There is really no reason for this kind of unconditional whole-hearted trust, and Tim also believes that a person who grew up in the poor streets of Gotham and struggled through all kinds of hardships is impossible to face strangers. Unprepared in unfamiliar surroundings.Either she was faking it too well, or she was really off guard.

But that doesn't make any sense.

After he made Sandra his teammate first, he naturally picked up all the people from the beginning to the end. Although it was for her benefit and to put people under his nose, he had to treat his other teammates and Sandra herself is in charge.

So it was really hard for him to believe that a person who had climbed up from the bottom and had seen all the filth and filth would give his trust so easily.If it is understandable that she has traces of trust in herself without reason, then her trust in other people in this world is completely groundless.

But if, as Warren said, Sandra's understanding of feelings is biased, or in other words, all her cognitions about feelings are wrong, then it can explain why no matter who it is, as long as it can take She will trust her unconditionally if she gives a reason to persuade her.

It's just that Sandra's emotional contribution to everyone is the same. He didn't pay much attention to it before, so he didn't observe it much. Now he can't be completely sure with these videos, and he has to observe more.

If it's just emotional deviation, then it's okay to say.

What Newt once said to him flashed through his mind, that Sandra might be a magical creature, Tim pursed his lips and lowered his eyelids, the crow-feather eyelashes pressed against the azure blue eyes On the road, all the complicated emotions were restrained, and in the end, only a piece of ice crystals that were too calm settled down.

Perhaps she may have a deviation in her feelings... But the biggest possibility is that her understanding of feelings is completely different from that of human beings.

"Actually, I don't think it has much to do with it..."

Sandra doesn't really care about this kind of thing.Emotions are as simple as possible for her. She doesn’t want to get in touch with complicated things, and after 20 years, she doesn’t feel that there is anything wrong with her appearance, and there is nothing wrong with her getting along with other people. In fact, she didn't really want to learn about redundant feelings.

"You are going to live in human society after all," Warren looked gently at Sandra who was looking at him for no reason, those clear and transparent lake-green eyes that were like peridot stones illuminated by the moonlight seemed to be engrossed Looking at Sandra, as if looking at something else through her, "You can hide your appearance as a mutant, so you will return to the human society after all, even if you don't go back, the mutant It’s no different from humans.”

"We are all emotionally complicated creatures, and a single emotion cannot satisfy us."

"You'll be happy, you'll be in pain, you'll be angry, you'll be sad, but these alone won't be enough," Warren said, reaching out and pinning Sandra's curly hair from the sideburns behind her ears, between the cool hair He paused for a while before moving away, "You still have to learn a lot of feelings—whether they are positive or negative, whether they are directed at others or directed at you."

"You still have a lot to learn..."

The whispering whispers are like a lullaby gently ringing in the ears, urging people to fall asleep, and the light shining in the eyes like fireflies is gradually engulfed by the cold moonlight, and finally a light and indifference spreads in the eyes.

Sandra really thinks that emotional matters are very troublesome, and she has always felt that there is nothing wrong with getting along with people like this, and she uses these feelings to wander between different people to make herself better It's true that the feelings you give are true, but for her, no matter how they are treated, it is difficult for her to hurt her.

Just like those feelings and her that have been paid, they have long become independent individuals.If the recipient treats it well, then she will return the same emotion; if she dismisses it, then just pretend that she has never given this emotion.

She has never been indifferent to such things.The only thing she can't bear is that someone who is entrusted by her with feelings and is willing to take good care of them gets hurt in front of her.

Only this matter, she can't bear it at all.

But what Warren said is indeed true... If she doesn't want to be an outlier, she will have to learn other feelings sooner or later.Although Sandra doesn't think there is anything wrong with her relationship, but since Warren said so, then he must have noticed something. She has never been an expert in this area, so just listen to them obediently No, they won't hurt themselves either.

Sandra, who never considered that the other party would use this to hurt her, just thought for a moment, then nodded without hesitation, and then looked up at Warren's pair of peridots, which looked lighter in the moonlight With lake green eyes, he asked, "Then what should I do?"

"You trust me so easily?"

Although this result was expected, it was obviously difficult for Warren to react when faced with this answer.

"if not?"

The pair of red-brown eyes that seemed too clear, even with some elusive emotions, just met Warren's eyes straightly, and asked, "Why can't I trust you?"

"I'm not your partner. I haven't been with you through anything. You shouldn't believe what I say so easily." The corners of Warren's mouth curled up slightly. A bit of the pride and unruliness of his youth, "The first thing you have to learn is not to trust anyone easily."

"Ah," Sandra raised her brisk voice slightly, looked at Warren with squinted eyes and looked at Warren with a half-smile, imitating his appearance and said, "You don't have to worry about this... The environment in which I live has taught me In this regard, my trust is quite limited, and I can clearly distinguish who to trust and who not to trust."

There are only such a group of people who can make her unsuspecting, and Daphne is included in addition, and the rest, in this new period of her life, is probably gone.

After all, in the environment of the slums, you can't expect too much pure trust, can you?

"But your performance doesn't look like that."

Warren was noncommittal about Sandra's words.

"If it's these questions, you don't need to teach me," Sandra sat cross-legged on the bed, her bare/exposed calf muscles swelled slightly with her movements, supporting the smooth and delicate skin, "I am People who climbed out of the slums, I know how to make myself live well, I understand what you say, and I do it, just because you are special."

"Then listen to this 'special' sentence from me," Warren smiled softly, and his handsome face was instantly as attractive as flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains, "I brought you Katie Bring out the snacks."

Sandra's whole body was depressed in an instant, and she hugged the quilt unhappily and refused to communicate with this person, and complained to him angrily: "You didn't give me the whole seafood feast that was agreed before, so I will Don't."

"It's because you eat too many snacks that you can't eat. Besides, isn't seafood porridge also a seafood feast? The seafood porridge made by Chef Le Cordon Bleu is no better than that in the seafood feast. few."

Warren will not let Sandra escape. Although eating those snacks is harmless and harmless, it is not a good thing after all. In addition, Sandra is almost affected by those snacks now. Normal diet, Warren It would be strange if she would continue to eat.

Sandra moaned and dawdled for a long time before reluctantly taking out the snacks that were smuggled in. Although there were no illegal foods, and there were no foods with strong flavors that would hurt the stomach, the amount of food alone Lun wondered if the students who smuggled these things in for her had emptied half of the supermarket.

"It's not just me," Sandra said, still dying, "others are eating too..."

"Only you like this taste, and no one in the whole college likes to eat potato chips with this taste."

Warren waved a packet of cucumber-flavored potato chips in front of Sandra, mercilessly proving her lie.

Don't worry, old man?

Sandra watched her snacks being hollowed out by Warren with grief, and she collapsed on the bed as if her body had been hollowed out, wrapped in the quilt silently and turned her back, saying angrily Not sent.

"Rest early," Warren knew she wasn't really angry, and it wasn't his fault in the first place, so he didn't have much comfort, he just said so briefly, "If you get hurt, you have to take good care of yourself. "

Sandra snorted, then crawled out of bed to say goodbye to Warren, and then locked the window that Warren had closed after he left.

What's the matter with these people, they always like to go through the window if they don't go through the door.

Sandra, who is not at all self-conscious that she likes to go through the window after she grows wings, thinks so in her heart, looking at the moonlight outside the window in a daze.

It's not that Sandra doesn't know that she seems to be less and less like an ordinary person, but she didn't expect this kind of problem in her relationship... She really didn't notice it at all, even if she did, her current memory It was too confusing, and she could easily forget such things.

It's just that this kind of thing didn't cause any waves in her heart.No matter what Warren said, she will sooner or later learn more emotional changes to adapt to human life, but Sandra, who realizes that she has derailed from normal human life, has no fluctuations in her heart, as if this kind of thing is completely unacceptable. She took it to heart.

She doesn't care if she can live like a normal person among the crowd, doesn't care whether her abnormality will be discovered by others, and doesn't even care if she lives among ordinary people for a long time. Suddenly out of control.

It's as if the reasons that bothered her, that made her panic in the past, that prompted her to become a "vigilante", and prompted her to go to Tim for help, are no longer important to her now.

Evil Bird's sleepy words rang softly in her ears as if with some amusement.Sandra closed her eyelids, her curly and fine eyelashes covered her unusual pupils, but her hand resting on the edge of the window sill was slowly tightened until the sharp finger bones were as sharp as a knife that was about to pierce her pale skin The ground was raised, and the fragile fingertips were oppressed until they turned blue and white before he let out a long breath and opened his eyes again.

She doesn't want to be the same kind of person as the evil bird, never, never

The author has something to say: the last chapter is still not changed, and the changes are so insignificant_(:з」∠)_

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