[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

When Pietro left, it was already late at night. At this time, West Chester suffered a cliff-like drop in temperature again. The wind outside made his shoulders slump, and he wore a green wool cap on his head. Aunt Carly was worried about him. Because half of his head was bald and he caught a cold from the wind, he specially dug out this woolen hat that Claire himself had no memory of from the box containing Claire and Bruce's childhood clothes. .

"Claire liked Captain America very much when she was a child, so she asked the neighbor's grandma to knit this hat for her and her cousin, but the neighbor's grandma is blue-green blind, so she wove it in green." Aunt Carly chanted, Help Pietro put his hat on straight.

Pietro: "..."

Claire only felt that his expression was even more indescribable.

"Actually..." Pietro just started, but was interrupted by Aunt Carly.

"This hat is a little small, but it's barely fit. I'll wear it when I go to class tomorrow," said Aunt Carly.

Pietro was silent for a few seconds, then looked at Claire: "Teacher, can I apply for leave tomorrow morning?"

"What reason do you want to ask for leave?" Claire leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, "'Excuse me, I want to ask for leave because I'm half bald and caught a cold from the wind'?"

Pietro covered his face with one hand: "Take time off to buy a hat..."

"Wear this hat first, and then go buy it on the rest day?" Claire said, she walked around Pietro and looked at the hat, "I just remembered when my aunt said that. Bruce and I each have one hat, the one you are wearing should belong to Bruce, he seems to have worn it only twice and said nothing, in fact, it is considered a new hat, so I will give it to you directly."

Pietro: "..."

Claire felt that Pietro's face had turned pale before he walked into the cold wind. Aunt Carly frowned and said, "My child, are you not in good health? I will come with your teacher when I have free time. You make up your body, it's not enough for such a weak system at a young age."

Pietro: "..."

Claire only felt that Pietro was almost pale enough to be transparent.

Pietro almost ran away with his head in his arms. Claire wanted to put on a coat to see him off, but he refused with righteous words, saying that it was raining outside and he would bear all the hardships.

So Claire just sent him to the door. At this time, Pietro glanced into the living room and saw that Aunt Carly was sitting on the sofa watching the new TV series attentively. The woolen hat was taken off.

Claire raised her eyebrows and was about to speak when Pietro said, "Teacher, I'm very fast. I can run home in less than a second, so I won't catch a cold from the wind."

Claire: "..."

It seems so right.

"I still want to tell the teacher." Pietro looked her straight in the eyes, "Don't be with him, he's not good enough for you."

This time without his explanation, Claire would know who the "he" he was referring to was.

She smiled helplessly: "You hate Magneto so much?"

"He has nothing to respect." Pietro's tone was a bit angry, he exhaled, then calmed down, looked at Claire, and said, "I respect the teacher very much, just like respecting the professor. And Hank, I hope you will be happy in the future, so I don't want to see Magneto destroy you."

"He can't destroy me," Claire said.

"Teacher, don't think too simply." Pietro looked down at her with a serious and solemn expression, "It's so easy for a man to destroy the woman who loves him so much."

Claire: "..."

The air was quiet for several seconds before Claire said with difficulty: "Isn't this the article that went viral in Moments a few days ago?"

Pietro's eyes began to flicker, and he said falteringly, "I just... just looked around..."

Claire sighed, and patted the young man on the shoulder: "In short, you don't want to think about the emotional world of us old people now, study hard, and don't watch those chicken soup spread in the circle of friends, it's poisonous. "

"But doesn't the teacher often use chicken soup to educate us?"

"That's different." Claire touched her nose, "I have been modified."

Pietro: "...But it can still be seen through at a glance."

The air fell into a dead silence again.

After taking a deep breath, Claire said, "Pietro, it's hard to be pleasant talking to you..."

"But I feel very happy when I talk to the teacher." Pietro said, smiling at Clare, full of youthful vigor and vitality.

Looking at his smiling face, Claire felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. She blinked, then reached out and patted Pietro's forehead, and said, "I can't be happy looking at you with half of your head bald. Go back, your mother will be worried."

Pietro restrained his smile, but the corners of his eyes were still slightly raised. He unlocked the door and was about to open the door to go out. When Claire saw his bald half of his head, he suddenly remembered the culprit who caused his baldness, so he spoke again : "If you meet Tianqi next time, try to run first."

Pietro looked back at her with doubts in his eyes: "Is he strong?"

"Well, very strong." Claire whispered, "He is the ancestor of mutants."

After Pietro left, Claire let out a breath and was about to go back to the living room to watch TV with Aunt Carly. She picked up the hot milk on the dining table and just took a sip when she heard Aunt Carly’s voice coming from the living room. When I arrived at the dining room: "Claire, although you abandoned Magneto and made me feel a little happy, you can't do anything to your students, it will damage the teacher's morality."

With the mouthful of hot milk in her mouth, Claire didn't dare to spit it out, but endured the internal injury and swallowed it with difficulty.

After she swallowed the most unpalatable hot milk in her life, she turned to look at Aunt Carly who was sitting on the sofa: "My aunt, where are you going?"

"Isn't it?" said Aunt Carly, "that lad looks at you very wrongly."

"What's wrong?" Claire said, "From when he thought I apparated and removed his hair tonight, to when I brewed the potion for him, his eyes were pained and struggling."

Aunt Carly squinted her eyes and said mysteriously: "Claire, although you are in your thirties, you are still young. Auntie is someone who has been there before, so you can be sure when you look at it."

"Then you probably missed your mark this time." Claire walked slowly to the living room, sat next to Aunt Carly, and watched TV as well.

What was shown on TV was Aunt Carly’s new hobby, which seemed to be a Chinese TV series. The girl fell in love with her mother’s first love, and her father firmly opposed it. However, the two with a 20-year age difference broke through many obstacles and finally got together. hold.

As the saying goes, ask what love is in the world, and teach people to agree with each other in life and death.

Claire: "...Auntie, promise me that you will watch less TV shows like this in the future, okay?"

However, Pietro's hostility towards Eric still confused Claire, although she also knew that the students of Xavier School were deeply influenced by Charles' ideas, and they didn't have much hostility towards ordinary people. With an attitude of disapproval, none of the students would dislike him, and some even felt that it was a bit of fun for him to take revenge on those humans who neglected the mutants.

So Pietro has always emphasized that it is a bit abnormal for her to break up with Eric and devalue Eric.

Is it...

Really like what Aunt Carly said?

Pietro: "No! You can't stop me and the teacher! We really love each other, why break us up! Age, what does age mean, she was born more than ten years earlier than me, why, why can't we be together Teacher! Look at me! I am your Pietro!"

Claire: "I was born before you were born, and I am already old when you were born. Pietro, you leave, we have no destiny in this life. From now on, I will spend this life with ancient Buddha lamps and vegetarian tea. I hope that in the next life we ​​will meet at the right time." Bar……"

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For the first time in her life, Claire was so frightened by her brain hole that she broke out in a cold sweat. She threw the quill in her hand aside, and then thought, if Pietro didn't like her, and worked so hard to separate her and Eric, could it be that he I like another person.

Eric?

Pietro: "Why don't you ever look at me? What does age matter? I love you, every gray hair of yours, every fine line in the corner of your eyes, even your age spots are all haunting me!"

Eric: "Thanks, but can you forget about my age spots?"

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Claire was amused by her brain supply again, turned the desk lamp brighter, rested her chin in one hand, lowered her eyes, and then looked at the draft she had just written.

One-fifth of the first part of "West Chester's Last Love" has been completed, and it is exactly three months after Charles met Eric, looking at Charles's perfect profile across the weeping willows by the river , discovered the feelings hidden deep in his heart. This feeling was originally just a spark, but after he discovered it, it suddenly became an erupting volcano. The scorching heat burned his chest, urging him to let go Let those feelings out.

Eric is not actually old. His hair has not yet had gray hair, the fine lines around his eyes are not obvious, and he has no age spots. He is tall, with a straight back and golden luster. Although he is Jewish , but has the outline of a typical Aryan handsome man, extremely handsome and eye-catching.

Most of his lips are pursed, his blue eyes are neither happy nor angry, and he looks quite affectionate, but when his eyes are smiling, he looks like those mature and elegant perfect lovers in the book.

Claire wrote out the Eric in her eyes through Charles' perspective, and when she wrote it and read it again, she felt like the Charles she had written. Even reading the name "Eric" would make her heart feel There was a slight trembling.

She put the draft aside, stood up from the chair, and when she was about to turn off the light and go to sleep, she suddenly heard Irina who was lying on the bed cry out. She turned to look at Irina, but saw Irina looking at the window. side.

She frowned, and just as she opened the corner of the curtain, she saw the window latch suddenly pop out.

She raised her head and was looking at the person squatting on the window sill. He was wearing the purple helmet, and the warm yellow light from the desk lamp in the room illuminated his handsome and familiar face under the helmet. He smiled at Claire and stretched out his face. Reaching out, he tapped lightly on the window glass with the back of his hand.

"Bah bah bah."

The volcano suddenly spewed out a dazzling red magma.