The top of fame and fortune [Comprehensive British and American]

Just after breakfast, it was time for Aunt Mei to go to work again.

Three months ago, she started working as a waitress at a restaurant in the southwest end of Queens, adjacent to Brooklyn. In order to earn more money, she often worked extra shifts.

Before going out, Aunt May told Erica and Peter who were clearing the table, "I probably won't finish until at least nine o'clock, and we'll meet at the AMC chain theater near the restaurant."

Before the two could answer, Aunt Mei hurriedly closed the door and left home.

Erica and Peter didn't seem to agree with Aunt May's arrangement, the boy frowned, "That movie theater is located in Brooklyn, two streets away from the restaurant where Aunt May works."

Law and order in Brooklyn is notoriously bad.

"We can have dinner at the restaurant where Aunt May works and wait for her to get off work." Erica offered a solution.

Of course, Peter had no objection. He picked up the dinner plate and went to the kitchen to wash it. He turned on the faucet a little bit uncontrollably, and the water rushed into the pool with a bang, almost like a gunshot.

He immediately turned down the water, but the sound just now made him suddenly remember something, Peter looked at Erica who was cleaning the dining table, "About your plan to buy a gun before, the purchase of a gun license and the gun Has the certificate been issued yet?"

"Yes, but only for long guns." Private gun ownership is one of the rights guaranteed by the U.S. Constitution, but you must be 21 years old to be allowed to buy a pistol. The purchase of long weapons such as rifles and shotguns is allowed, and the gun control laws in the New York area have always been strict.

When it comes to the arrangement to buy a gun, Erika’s sexy style is more heroic, giving her a kind of androgynous charm. She pushes the dining chair under the table, “When the internship salary is paid this month, I’m going to buy a gun.” shop and buy a Remington M870 shotgun."

"Wow, it's a weapon used by SWAT and the Marine Corps too-" Although Peter has his web launcher and spider suit as weapons, he also very much recognizes that guns are one of the important means of home defense.

"I have checked the information, and this pump-action shotgun is one of the most practical civilian weapons." After tidying up the dining room, Erica planned to return to the bedroom, but before entering, she saw a letter and was On the oak chest of drawers by the door.

It was the letter that Peter had taken out of the mailbox at his house earlier, from Harry Osborne, Oxfordshire, England.

Erica picked up the letter and walked towards the kitchen again. It happened that Peter had finished washing all the tableware. He saw the letter and remembered it, so he explained to Erica, "When I knocked on your door early in the morning, I put it on the table. On the sideboard."

"This seems to be the fifth year Harry left New York?" Erica tried to recall, "I remember when you were 12 years old, you always met to visit various science museums, and he seemed to have stayed at Parker's house."

The difference between Parker's family and Osborn's is not only the gap between Queens and Manhattan, Harry is even the sole heir to Osborne's industrial empire with a market value of hundreds of billions of dollars, and Peter and Erica almost have to worry about tuition fees.

However, this did not affect the friendship between the two boys. Since meeting at a biology competition at the age of 12, Harry and Peter have almost become each other's only friends.

But because Harry was sent to Eton College in Britain by his father when he was 12 years old, the two boys could only communicate by letter in the past few years.

Peter received the letter from Erica, recalling the time when his best friend stayed overnight, and started chattering again, "The night Harry stayed was the night before he left New York, and you once sang to him the song "The Wizard of Oz". Duan. It's not fair that you haven't sung me any lullabies since I was eight."

Erica doesn't remember much about this incident, she was a little puzzled, "Why did I sing a lullaby to a 12-year-old boy?"

This classic jazz, born in the golden age of Hollywood, was used by her as a lullaby to lull Peter to sleep since she was a child.

"It does seem a little unreasonable?" Peter rubbed his head, and he began to praise her again, "But you can always sing those lullabies surprisingly well. I always thought that you could become the best Broadway actor."

Hearing the words 'Broadway', 'drama', and 'actor' that Peter said, Erika was taken aback, and the corners of her lips were tightly pursed, but soon returned to normal.

But at this time, Peter continued to think about some past events, "About Broadway—Rika, if I remember correctly, when you were ten years old, you once attended Broadway summer camp, right?"

Following the boy's voice, Erica remembered the Broadway summer camp that provided professional drama training for young people aged 21 to [-]—

That summer, she had studied with the best artists in New York City, learning scene performance, line pronunciation, voice dance and dramatic monologue; she understood Stanislavsky's performance system and Michael Chekhov's drama technique; I have heard praise from top artists in New York City - "You will be my most outstanding student".

But everything came to an abrupt end after that summer.

The Parker couple died, and she and Peter were adopted by Aunt Ben and Aunt May.

This is not the first time she has been adopted. The last adopters were Peter's parents Richard and Mary.

Erica's mother, Aurora Cohen, and Mary Parker were close friends and colleagues for many years. When Erica was five years old, her mother died in the line of duty, and another five years later, the Parkers left her and Peter in the same way.

Before Erica was ten years old, she and Peter were almost brought up by Aunt May. The Parker couple often had to go out to perform tasks, and Uncle Ben and Aunt May always took care of the two children as if they were their own.

But Erica hasn't talked about theater since that summer.The family's financial situation is not well off, so she is unwilling to put those far-fetched artistic dreams on the shoulders of Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei.

In order to raise her and Peter, this kind-hearted couple has sacrificed too much.

She did hope to become a theater artist, but in the end, out of rational thinking, she chose to study economics at Columbia University. Her future should be business school and Wall Street.

Erica didn't want to continue talking about Broadway. She looked at the letter in Peter's hand, "What did Harry say? You mentioned before that he has entered Oxford Balliol College ahead of time, right?"

Balliol College is one of the most prestigious colleges in Oxford, has trained a surprising number of political successors.

"Harry said in the letter that he majored in biochemistry and PPE." Peter looked down at the letter, which was not much text.

Erica raised her eyebrows, "PPE? Oxford University's unique combination of philosophy, politics, and economics?"

This is a unique and distinguished ace major in Oxford, and I don’t know how many wise leaders have been born.

"Mr. Osborne asked him to participate in a biomedical research project during the winter break, so Harry couldn't come back to New York for Christmas." Peter continued to state the contents of the letter to Erica.

He had read the last line, "Harry wrote, 'Please give my regards to Erica'."

"Oh, he's so sweet." Erica smiled, but didn't pay much attention to the polite greeting. She took out a box of raspberries from the refrigerator, and quickly turned back to the bedroom.

And Peter Parker, who stayed where he was, suddenly felt a little too familiar when he saw this greeting.

Peter went into his room, found under the desk the letters Harry had sent over the past five years, and unfolded them one by one.

Then he found that the last line of every letter, without exception, was the same sentence——

"Please give my regards to Erica."

For a moment, Peter felt as if he had discovered some hidden truth.

He murmured in disbelief, "Maybe I'm too suspicious? Harry was only 12 years old when he left New York."