[Zhongyingmei] Donuts are divided into half for you

Romania borders Ukraine to the north and Bulgaria to the south.Bucky and Lizzie traveled all the way from the United States to Hungary, and then took a bus from Budapest to Bucharest.

Romania is not a wealthy place. When the car bumps into the city, it feels like you are in the suburbs of the United States.But European cities have their own advantages. The streets are surrounded by flowers and green grass all the year round. Nine out of ten shops have bright and clean windows, and a row of colorful potted flowers hangs on the corridor.

If they want to settle here for a period of time, they have to first rent a small house for two people to live in.They looked at a few, and Bucky talked with the locals in fluent Romanian.The new home was finally determined to be near the "urban-rural assembly department".

When looking at the rental information, Lizzie didn’t feel real. Even when Bucky was negotiating with the landlord, Lizzie just felt that what she saw was just a house, and she could press her fingers on the sofa cushions absent-mindedly.

But when she got the key, she really had the concept of "home" in her heart, and even looked at those ugly, half-peeled wallpapers and felt cute.

Their "home" is not beautiful at all, even very simple.There is only one room in total, the living room and the bedroom are integrated, and the two beds are pushed together, one of which is especially small.

"My youngest son used to sleep on this one, but he hasn't slept on it since he was 12 years old. Guys at that age grow very fast."

The landlord said to Lizzie with a smile in his half-baked English.

……better than nothing!At least she has her own bed to sleep in.

Lizzie was so passionate about tidying up her new home that she filled in the places where the plaster had peeled off with all kinds of poster paper and gingham heads in a variety of colors that looked like patches on granny's pants.

They went out together to add some food to the small refrigerator and buy some common necessities by the way.

The streets of Bucharest are cleaner than a little girl's face. They are green everywhere, and small mobile stalls are also common. With umbrellas of various colors, local men with beards and red skin sit and look around.

Bucky went straight to the fruit stand and picked six plums.Lizzie poked her head around and asked the landlady if she could have a grape.

The proprietress is a woman with a turban and very fair skin, with thin eyebrows and eyes that look very kind.She giggled at Lizzie and nodded.

Lizzie picked one and tasted it, and found that it was sweet and delicious.

She wanted to buy it a little bit, so she tugged on Bucky's sleeve.Bucky handed her a bunch of raisins and plums, and the landlady bagged the fruit for them.

Bucky said "thank you" as he handed over the money.

Lizzie reached out to get the bag, but was slapped by Bucky's motorcycle gloved hand, and immediately retracted in pain.

"Say thanks. Follow me."

"thanks……"

Lizzie repeated the sentence to the proprietress in unfamiliar Romanian.

They were on their way again.Bucky hooked the bag in his hand, and Lizzie took two steps to pick up the fruit bag and touch a few grapes like a greedy puppy.In the end, Bucky got impatient and threw the whole bag into her arms. Lizzie was so satisfied, she ate the bag and ate it.

After passing the fruit stand and walking half a street, there is another toy stand.It was littered with odds and ends, and a bunch of balloons were tied to the handlebars of a bicycle parked nearby.

Lizzie picked out a ceramic kitten and pig to place on the collapsible dining table where they ate.Turning his head, he saw Bucky chatting with the boss in Romanian, untied a sky blue balloon from the handlebar of the bicycle, and handed it to Lizzie.

Lizzie: "..."

She was startled, but excited.If it wasn't on the street, she'd be more than happy to give her brother a hug, and then Bucky might give her a spin off the ground, or even give her a doting kiss on the top of her head...

No, it doesn't exist.Judging from the current situation, if he did this, it would really be the end of the world.

"Do you know? I'm not a child anymore, I'm over 80 years old now." Lizzie pulled the balloon down and looked left and right as she spoke, "Well, there's no rule that an old woman with no teeth can't like it. balloon--"

"Hey, there's a little American shield painted on it! That's weird. I didn't think I'd come across superhero admirers in Europe."

Lizzie pointed to the shield painted on the sky-blue balloon. It looked so small and the handwriting was blurred that you couldn't find it if you didn't pay attention.Bucky frowned, a little distressed.

He didn't mean to pick that balloon.He just took it casually, and in the thin memory he slowly cohered, his sister liked blue very much.

In fact, Lizzie not only likes blue, but also Captain America's shield.

"It feels really weird. I'm holding a 'periphery' of Steve's in my hand." She yelled "strange" in her mouth, but she held the balloon tightly and refused to release it.

In the end, it was Bucky who helped her tie the balloon to her wrist in case she accidentally lost it when she was eating grapes.Although Lizzie wouldn't cry for another one like a three-year-old troublemaker, if she really flew away, her thoughts would be enough to annoy him for a while.

They walked around and killed a little time.Dinner was hastily settled at a food stall with clear soup and little water, and the road was already lit up with lights on the way home.

The new home had to cross two streets, turn a corner, and go around a field of trash cans.

Lizzie was followed by a balloon, dangling above her head, and she put the fruit bag with six plums and a handful of raisins back in Bucky's hand, taking his free hand to take Bucky's other.

"Don't lie to me, your acting skills are as bad as your drawing skills," Lizzie insisted, sticking to her brother like a piece of brown candy that couldn't be shaken off, "You must be thinking of Steve! You know what I like Color, must also remember your old buddy..."

"Quiet."

The Winter Soldier, who let Lizzie babble in his ears, stopped suddenly.His eyes were originally a clear emerald green, but now they couldn't reveal a trace of light in the dark alley, like a deep black pool.

Lizzie shut her mouth and touched her nose, only to find a handful of gold dust.Her champagne eyeshadow was all over the tip of her nose and it didn't work at all.

In fact, she had already discovered that someone was following them.Telepathy is much quicker than physical feedback, allowing her to capture a cluster of exuberant red flames even in the dark of night.

The reason why she kept silent was because she didn't feel any danger.Huo Huo jumped a little bit, but it wasn't nervous nervousness, it was more likely due to his own personality...

But obviously Bucky didn't think so, his right hand had already pressed the covered mechanical arm silently.

They parked at the corner of the first street, in front of a row of small trash cans.

"Hey - good night, guys."

Very young, even a little immature voice.Not from the trash can, or from the entrance to the alleyway.

Lizzie raised her head belatedly, watching the "red flame" falling from the sky with a "silver thread".

Bucky has taken off his gloves.He moved the mechanical arm and pushed Lizzie back, like a hen full of protective desire for its chicks.

Lizzie poked her head out from behind Bucky. "Red Flame" was really wearing a red tights, with a big spider lying on his chest.His headgear was also made to fit perfectly, and the two pure white eyes on the mask seemed to be able to move.

—He even had a schoolbag on his back!

Maybe it's just some superhero who happened to be passing by on his way to save the world, and the sun came up after the early morning, and he had to go to school on time with his schoolbag on his back.

This untimely association made Lizzie a little more relaxed.

"Hello." She responded while looking at it, and at the same time felt that Bucky, who was protecting her, turned and glared at her.

... Lizzie pressed against his back a little angrily.He was the one who said "thank you" just now, and he was the one who glared after she greeted each other.

Brother Bucky, who has not fully recovered his memory, is really difficult to serve.

"Hey, it's hard to find you guys! You know, I uh... I've never traveled so far, from America to Romania! I mean, I was supposed to be in New York helping my beloved petty bourgeois, and then back home Home, get a sandwich on the way.” The red tights began crackling, his voice so fast and crisp it sounded like jelly beans on asphalt, “and now my fame sure won’t get here—I’m not Because of that — but I kind of want to go back sooner."

"But to be honest, I saw a lot of scenery along the way that I didn't appreciate, and that was quite interesting."

The air fell silent.The wind blew the lid of the trash can.

He's done.

He finally finished!

A cannonball of words spewed out of his mask, and Lizzie felt like an unlucky traveler who had been hit by a hurricane, filling his head with his nonsense.

The red tights seemed a bit cramped - don't ask her how - look at his crossed legs!And head scratching!

He's looking at Lizzie behind Bucky.When the two people's eyes met, he was stunned again, and then he yelled like a monkey in a circus show gone wrong!

"You don't look like my quest target!" He muttered almost in horror, "Oh my God, how could I not mess with an exotic shaman? I heard that they can do witchcraft, this situation is a bit out of the ordinary I expected..."

"I am your target?"

When the red tights said the words "Mission Objective", Lizzie had already reached out and touched the butterfly dagger stab at her waist.

"Also, maybe? I'm not sure." The tights danced awkwardly, and he gestured for a while before he seemed to suddenly remember something, took out a photo from the interlayer of the backpack, and shook it at the siblings.

"I'm sure the man is you." He pointed to Bucky, "but you, you look like a completely different person."

He examines the photograph distressedly.

It was indeed Lizzie in the photo.It's her wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans. She looks like she was fed with honey, as sweet as she wants.

It's completely different from the trendy girl in front of you who has several strings of dingling dangling on her body, her eyelids are scary heavy, and her lips are dark in color? ?

He unconsciously moved a little closer.

Ignoring the edge of the man's eyes that seemed to have been tempered, he really saw the girl's half face clearly through the car light that happened to be projected over.

Pink cheeks, long eyelashes, blue eyes.

"Oh—probably my mistake. I mean, your eyes are... well, pretty, really."

The author has something to say: Best of the day: The little spider suddenly flirts...

Today is still very polite bro, everyone remember to say thank you when you buy things.

[About Little Spider]: Little Spider's face is not defined in my mind, it may be a composite version of the three versions (probably a little more Dutch, super young and super cute der), his personality is more comic, talkative and chatty.The plot should also be chosen to my liking, there is a high possibility that there will be no plot and only talk...

[High-energy warning]: In the next chapter, there will be little friends of little spiders haunting.

There will be no more updates tomorrow, and the class will be full from 08:30 am to [-]:[-] pm...Let me take a break.

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