[Comprehensive British and American] The predecessors are missing one

It made me want to step on Wade's foot until the end of the meal.It's a pity that I couldn't step on it and was stepped on.Percy has been enduring my preschool interaction with Wade, leaving the table as quickly as possible after eating.In the end, I decided to forgive Wade for the sake of helping with the dishes.

"Speaking of which. Why did you decide to help me?"

I asked Wade, as he was washing the dishes, leaning against the counter, staring sideways at a pile of bubbles in the sink, wondering if Wade was helping with the dishes just to play with them.

"Well... because you can save my rotten face?" Wade replied, comparing his face, "My face is as rotten as a fucked failed wedding cake with a lot of pureed fruit on it , No one at the wedding will post after seeing this cake.”

I looked at Wade silently.Originally, I wanted to complain about him, but I couldn't come up with words, and then I was really observing his face.

Actually, I want to tell Wade, if your ex-girlfriend doesn't love you just because of your face like this, then I think it might be a good thing for you to break up.

Because even if your face isn't rotten like a Decepticon-bombed lunar surface, you're still going to age.

But obviously Wade doesn't want to hear this, and he won't listen to it.

I silently swallowed the words back.

"Are you moved by my love story with Barry?" I teased, self-deprecating.

"Basically." Wade shrugged. "You're like Romeo and Juliet combined with Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale, Beauty and the Beast. You fall in love but you can't be together, and one of you is doomed to die. This could be the great love story of the century."

I am embarrassing.Wade is so reasonable, I was speechless.

"Don't worry." Wade patted my head, using his hand full of detergent foam, "I will help you. Mercenary Wade, the customer is the first, and the mission must be accomplished."

"........."

My plan was to find a good time and place during the weekend, during the days when Barry took me to California, to confess to him about my curse.

But in fact, in the past few days, I have a vague feeling that something is not right.Barry's smile dwindled, and his eyes flickered occasionally as he faced me.No, it is absolutely impossible for him to cheat.I know Barry Allen, he's not some jerk who just flirts with someone else.

This made me decide to step up the plan, even though I wasn't sure if Barry would accept it.I spent three nights practicing with Wade and writing a speech.It was even scarier than asking me to speak on stage at the entrance ceremony.

The strange thing is that by the end of the week, Barry's attitude towards me has returned to normal, as if the previous few days were all my delusions and my sensitivity.I didn't understand what happened and didn't dare to ask. I struggled for a long time.

With Barry around, it's fun to go anywhere.Ruiwen said that I am now in the period of love, even if Barry took me to run thirty laps of Imperial University, I would be so happy as hell.

I can't refute a word of Raven's at all.She was so right.

But I don't like Barry because he's bright, he makes me laugh, plays with me, teaches me a lot of things I don't understand, or because he protects me, thinks of me first, is a superhero, I like it He is because he is who he is.His cheerful optimism and faith are masterpieces for which I am willing to die.

Like I said, I would give anything for his smile, from the first time I saw him when I was 14 years old.Even though I didn't understand that at the time.

In the early morning of the last day, we climbed the mountain to watch the sunrise over the Golden Gate Bridge.The Golden Gate Bridge in the sea of ​​clouds is so beautiful, it reminds me of the Fairy Bridge on Mount Olympus.

We were playing at the top of the hill and I almost fell, but Barry caught me just in time.We didn't realize until two seconds later that I don't have to be afraid at all, because I can fly.

We laughed.Then Barry's phone rang.

"Can there be a signal here?" I was extremely surprised.

Barry pulled out his phone and looked at the screen. "Oh, Bruce. Might be something important," he said, scowling, praying under his breath, "Please don't ask me to save the world right now...I'm going to answer the phone."

"Go." I smiled and pushed him away, telling Barry to find a corner with a more stable signal.

The sea of ​​clouds is boundless.At the other end of the sky, the faint rose color is the morning sun, and the soft blue sea of ​​clouds is like the painting on the wall of the baby's room, and the lights of the Golden Gate Bridge can be faintly seen shining in it.

I suddenly wanted to do something for Barry, called out the trident, and tried to manipulate the sea of ​​clouds.

It's a bit like kneading clay.I think back to the art class in junior high school, once the teacher assigned art clay to us, and asked us to shape and decorate our own wooden signs.I made one for Barry with his name on it, black and yellow with a Pikachu in the corner.

After class, I handed the house number to Barry, and I will never forget his expression at that moment.

He smiled and took out his work-the red and green doorplate, with my name written on it, with shells in the corners, and a small, crooked mermaid.

That was the first time I kissed him.

I finished creating the sea of ​​clouds, turned my head excitedly, and shouted at Barry: "Baby, look!"

Barry turned around with a strange expression on his face.He stared at the golden words floating in the sea of ​​clouds, and was stunned.

I raised my hand, waved the trident, lined up the letters in the air, and then bounced to Barry and hugged him. "Look, I'm confessing to you!" I said, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and smiling brightly, "I love you."

Barry looked at the typesetting for a long time, but he didn't show a happy expression. Instead, he looked like he was about to cry.

I gradually felt bad, and put down my hand cautiously.

"...Barry?"

"It's okay." Barry shook his head and looked at me with a painful and dark expression.

I've never seen Barry make that look, and it scares me.Then he hugged me so hard it hurt me.

"My God." Barry repeated, trembling, "My God..."

I was at a loss, so I could only bear to hug him.

Suddenly Barry pushed me away. "It can't take any longer," he said, looking at me, biting his lower lip, trying to stay calm, "Eli, we have to break up."

I was stunned.

The moment came without warning, and I wasn't surprised at all.I didn't know when the trident in my hand disappeared, and I didn't care too much.

"I'm not your true love," Barry continued, shaking his head and backing away. "I'm not, and I can't be. We... we shouldn't be together anymore. Ellie, we're done."

I found myself surprisingly calm.

"Did someone tell you something?" I demanded, staring at Barry, trying to take the lead.

"No!" Barry quickly denied, looking away, taking a deep breath, "No one told me anything. I just didn't think it was right."

"Then what's the right thing?" I raised my voice and walked in front of Barry, wanting to shake him hard, "What's wrong with this. What's the right way, tell me?!"

Barry still didn't look at me, his hands were clenched into fists and hanging by his side, his expression was in pain and uncertain.

I knew he was developing courage, and I didn't want to give him the opportunity to develop courage.I tried to do something, take his hand, hug him, make Barry change his mind, but this time, Barry was more determined than ever I knew.

"That's enough, Ellie," Barry said, breaking away from my hand slightly, his voice low. "Actually...I agreed to marry you because you were cursed."

"What?" I think I heard wrong.

"I decided to marry you because you were cursed." Barry repeated, this time his tone was much firmer, "I don't love you that much, I just want... to fulfill your last wish."

This reason sucks.

I lowered my face, expressionless.

He actually had the guts to say that.How dare he use such a hypocritical reason?I looked at Barry in disbelief.

Barry never looked up.

I take a step back slowly.

Barry's breathing was trembling, and when I stepped back, his eyes flashed with struggle, but his hands were firmly clenched into fists.For a moment I wanted to jump off this mountain, to prove our love, to prove that he was lying.but I do not have.

"So... you want to tell me that you married me because you sympathized with me and pitied me?"

Barry was silent for at least three seconds before gritted his teeth and answered, "Yes."

Suddenly I wanted to laugh.I actually laughed too.

"You know...the worst part is that you can't even finish your excuse." I said, biting my lip and trying to look away to keep myself from crying, "Did you break it yourself? Or someone else Help you think? Why can't you try harder?"

Barry didn't answer.He lowered his head and stood there, like a thousand-year-old stone statue.

I guess he's probably made up his mind.

Even though I've been trying so hard.

After these words flashed through my mind, my tears finally fell.I don't want to say that, I don't want to admit, I actually believe that Barry Allen is not the love of my life.Because I actually want to work so hard, and force the other party to work hard with me, so that we can become true love.

I escaped from the top of the hill and went straight home.I locked the door, turned off my phone, cut off all contact with the outside world, and didn't want anyone to approach me at this time.

Surprisingly, I didn't crash.My heart was broken, and I didn't shed a few tears.

I'm not surprised it turned out this way.Of course, that's how it ended.

The pain in my heart made me not want to do anything or eat.I tried to fall asleep, and it was like that for two or three days.Until Wade crawls in through my window.

I was lying in bed in a daze with the music turned up to the max.Seeing that Wade broke in, he didn't move, just turned his head to look at him, frowning.

"My God." Wade shook his head as soon as he stepped in, looking around my room, the scattered snack garbage, the bucket full of tissue balls, and Elsa singing Letitgo on the screen.

"Standard lovelorn. You look like Bella after Edward left."

I didn't care about Wade.

"Girls in the rebellious period now like to live in garbage dumps? Can you clean your room too? What did I step on, two bites of bread? It's disgusting."

I still ignore Wade.

Wade kicked over the trash to clear a place for himself to sit down.I get no response.

Wade took off his tights and changed in my room.I still have no response.

Wade lay on my bed and began to move his hands erratically.I just don't respond.

Wade finally stopped.

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