Do I want to lose face? [Zhongyingmei]

The alarm clock rang exactly at seven o'clock.

It was settled down habitually in school, and I didn't remember it for a while during the holidays. The familiar devil's bell sounded so frightening that Ah Shuang almost rolled out of bed.

On the first morning of the summer vacation of my sophomore year, the plan to wake up at noon was so perfect, but my dream just shattered the head of the bed.

Ah Shuang was about to shed tears.

The first class on Monday of this semester is taught by a devil teacher who never allows students to be late and waste every minute and every second, claiming that the hospital is insane.

As a result, the students tried their best to flee to his classroom with all their strength. For example, Ah Shuang dared to use any devil bell in order to get up on time.

What turned into ashes BGM, what divorced BGM, what knife stabbed the kidney BGM, what cliff can't hold back the base BGM...

Ah Shuang: To tell you the truth, I dare to use QAQ

Today happened to be the devil's ringtone of the bullied Iron Man. As a fan of the Iron Man, Ah Shuang's heart froze, the pain was so bad that he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't force himself to sleep anymore, so he got up and took a shower.

Because her spirits were not particularly good, Ah Shuang sat on the bed for a while after getting dressed, and then stood up staggeringly.

His fingers unconsciously touched something cold on the table.

Ah Shuang looked down in a daze, and found that it was a sketchbook that she accidentally bought when she went out a few days ago.

——A very beautiful and delicate book, the outer shell is very luxurious black gold, printed with mysterious and complicated patterns, like the mantras chanted by ancient nobles, so mysterious that it makes people tremble.

Ah Shuang fell in love with her at the first glance, and couldn't put it down.

She happened to be learning the Q version of stick figures recently, and the iron man models on the desk were full, and she was missing a beautiful little book to save her beloved male god.

Last night, the owner carefully added a portrait of Iron Papa to this small notebook, which was drawn on the first page, with a little Mr. Stark next to it.

A Shuang opened it and laughed when she saw it. She poked her eyes lightly with her fingers, and then jumped out of bed nimbly to wash up.

There is no one at home, because of the nature of Shuang's father and Shuang's mother's work, they are often not at home, and they don't see each other a few times a year, only pocket money full of love and guilt is kept in the account, and they are squandered at will.

Ah Shuang didn't think there was anything wrong with this, she was already a very happy little girl.

After washing up, he slowly tidied up the messy desk that he had tossed about. It was almost eight o'clock.

Ah Shuang scratched her face, poked her head to look at the clean kitchen just after the holiday, and decided to go out for the first breakfast of the summer vacation.

There is a snack street not far from home. No matter it is morning, noon or night, it is always lively, and it can give people who come for food different delicacies and happiness.

Because it was morning, the sun had just revealed a little light, and the air was cool and cool. Ah Shuang simply put on short-sleeved shorts and went out. Because it was close to home, she didn't bring an umbrella.

The light in summer is very strong, and Ah Shuang has a deep understanding of this. Speaking of it now, I feel that human beings are a very complicated animal.

For example, Ah Shuang—before college, he thought that people who used umbrellas in summer were really fools, but after college, people who didn’t use umbrellas in summer thought they were idiots.

Very difficult to understand_(:з」∠)_

After leaving the community, you can walk a short distance to the snack street. A Shuang is humming and walking. The greenery in the community is very good. As soon as you go out, there is a faint fragrance of flowers and...

WTF...! ! !

A firm idealist and an unsteady materialist, Ah Shuang walked forward without looking sideways, her calf trembling for a moment.

Behind her was a light and unknown transparent body, which seemed to be blown over by others, and followed her hesitantly.

If it is explained according to the traditional culture of the florists, this may be a soul.

Still a bloody foreign ghost brother QAQ

Ah Shuang's two short legs moved faster. At first, she just speeded up quietly, but when she saw someone, she rushed forward desperately, as if there were [-] dogs chasing her.

It's not like a little weak chicken who can run 800 meters without half a life.

Ah Shuang's face turned pale, and she didn't dare to look back for a moment. She swore with the dozen or so strong fathers on the table that she was definitely an ordinary little girl in the first 18 years, and she would never see any phenomenon that was not allowed by socialism! !

After rushing into the snack street, there was a lot of people around, and it stands to reason that the yang energy should have increased a lot, so Ah Shuang stumbled into a shop called Shenxian Yelai Snacks, chatting for comfort.

She stumbled and sat at the table, bit her lip, and was slightly relieved when she thought of the name of this breakfast shop, and boldly looked back with her eyes trembling.

The transparent soul brother who has been following her is gone.

He seemed to have noticed something. He realized that he had frightened this strange little girl. He froze for a moment, then stopped slowly, and finally stopped on the side of the road hesitantly.

When Ah Shuang was peeking over, he happened to be looking this way too.

It is a pair of very beautiful sea blue eyes, like the sea, but there are no rough waves, only a very gentle and tolerant look.

There is also a slight apology in it.

Even the blood stains on his face did not damage his integrity and brightness.

I'm sorry to scare you, don't be afraid.

He said so.

Ah Shuang was startled for a moment, then her eyes slowly opened wide, and she quickly turned her head and buried it in her arms.

She also didn't know how she could see so many things from a distant gaze, as if she ate a sweet and sour fruit in an instant, which should be delicious, but her heart was so sour.

This made her unable to bear to look back again.

The strange soul was dressed in a dark blue uniform, and was seriously injured. His clothes were soaked in blood. He was tall, with disheveled blond hair, as bright as the sun.

He seemed a little dazed, and the crowd passed by him one after another, but none of them stopped for him.

No one can see him.

He is dead.

This is probably a very sad thing, even if he is as gentle and firm as he is, he can't help but see a subtle daze and panic flashing in his eyes.

Not a familiar country, not a familiar crowd, not to mention friends who support and trust each other, not recognized or tolerated by the world, just a lonely wanderer.

He thought of the little girl who looked at him in panic just now, that might be the only person who could prove his existence.

Maybe it's because the current state is so bad, even if he is as stable as him, he can't help but look at the scared and trembling little girl not far away.

Then, when he sensed the other party's fear, he retracted his gaze very restrainedly, and retreated a lot apologetically, until he could no longer see himself from her direction.

A very wonderful traction made him reluctant to leave here, reluctant to leave too far, but he didn't want to cause more trouble to others.

……

The more Ah Shuang looked at it, the more she felt that something was wrong.

After thinking about it for a while, when another face that was more determined but equally bright and kind came into her mind, she suddenly opened her eyes wide, and couldn't help but clenched her fingers slightly to look out.

As an Iron Man and Du Wei, Ah Shuang once fiercely complained about Captain America's big breasts and brainlessness after watching a certain episode, and he knew how to rub her male god's popularity when he was not doing business every day.

He even went into the sea with Du Wei for a while.

The scene was very intense at one time, and it is still a bit embarrassing to think about it now_(:з」∠)_

The steamed buns and soy milk that I randomly ordered when I entered the door have been packaged by the boss in a small package, and even put chili and vinegar thoughtfully.

Now, Ah Shuang didn't have any extra thoughts to praise the boss. She hung up her breakfast with one hand while standing hesitantly at the door of the breakfast shop with the name hanging from the sky.

In fact, to be honest, when she recognized the identity of the strange soul, the fear in her heart had faded a lot, and it was more of an unreasonable trust.

If it is really Captain America, even if Ah Shuang is not his fan, he has to admit it.

Even in the state of a wandering soul, he must be a gentle and kind soul.

He will not do anything to hurt others.

Not to mention he has such beautiful eyes.

This affirmation was confirmed when Ah Shuang rubbed her head out secretly and looked out.

The pale and weak soul, even in an extremely bad state, is still extremely kind.

There was blood on his body, even though no one could see him, he was still worried that he might stain the clean clothes of passers-by, so he deliberately avoided him.

He was a little embarrassed, probably because he realized that he was a little scary, and when he saw children and girls, he would subconsciously hide himself a little bit, and his eyes were filled with apology as bright as the stars.

He noticed Ah Shuang's gaze, as if he didn't expect her to come out so soon, he was slightly taken aback, then quickly backed away, wanting to leave.

When he turned around, he even subconsciously wanted to catch a kid who accidentally fell by the side of the road, and then looked at his transparent wrist in a daze after he fell.

He's actually not scary at all.

He was just a little dazed.

Ah Shuang thought, maybe I scared him.

Thinking of this, she saw the face where the originally solid soul suddenly turned pale.

This change made her heart skip a beat, she raised her head quickly, and then felt the more dazzling sun and the hotter temperature belatedly.

Summer is the time when the sun is at its strongest.

There is also a traditional saying among florists that the soul cannot be exposed to the sun.

Ah Shuang raised her head to look at the helpless soul, her face turned pale in an instant.

She bit her lip, not caring too much, and quickly rushed into the nearby store, bought an umbrella, and then used a protective gesture to resist the homeless soul.

With such a big sun, in our flower planter with vast land and rich resources, this special meow will not be sunburned to death... QAQ