Do I want to lose face? [Zhongyingmei]

Tony Stark.

Steve is no stranger to the name.

He is a highly anticipated superhero, a scientist with a genius mind, a shining rich man in New York, and the best comrade-in-arms of Captain America.

Even as a man, Steve has to be fair to admit that he is extremely handsome.

And this very directional question also made Captain America keenly aware of something.

Holding the fluffy paper in his hand, he froze for a moment in astonishment, then raised his eyes to meet the bright and tentative eyes of the little girl who were nervous.

She was worried about his answer and felt uneasy about it.

Because she not only wanted to leave this homeless soul behind, but also hoped that this soul from a foreign country would maintain goodwill towards her loved one.

Steve figured out the relationship, and couldn't help but smile with his eyes bent, and his sea-blue eyes instantly softened into a sweet little cake.

It was also at this time that he felt something, and belatedly observed that in this spacious and cozy cabin, there were overwhelming traces of fans belonging to a handsome mustache rich man.

Even the ballpoint pen he uses to sign has a tiny Iron Man logo emblazoned on it.

Steve is not a man who knows how to adapt, and he is facing Tony, whom he already highly approves of, so he nodded without changing his face, and agreed with a smile.

"Yes, Tony is not only very handsome, but also very attractive."

What he said was serious and not perfunctory. When a faint smile spread from this extremely handsome face, no one would doubt what Captain America said.

Ah Shuang was relieved, and happily folded the thin paper and put it away, then left with the questionnaire.

Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head with his eyes bent, and secretly gave the captain a rewarding look that you are really sensible.

Steve: _(:з」∠)_

Ah Shuang didn't plan to go out again that day, she quietly took Steve into Shuang's father's study room, flipping through the classics of flower planters, ghosts, and weirdos.

Since everyone is in the state of soul, although different countries have different names due to cultural differences, no matter whether it is a ghost or a ghost, there should always be something in common.

What's more, since languages ​​can communicate with unknown forces, maybe the mysterious power of the flower planter can affect foreign souls.

If that's the case, what Ah Shuang has to do is not just helping the captain alone.

Maybe you can also use the mysterious power of the flower planter to help the captain improve his equipment, so that he can be a little more appreciative when he calls back in the future.

Rounding off I saved Iron Daddy!

As an iron fan, I am satisfied with ovo

Ah Shuang thought about all kinds of possibilities happily, and the movements of turning the pages of the book became faster.

In fact, there are many guesses, but no matter which one...

Ah Shuang stood on the small ladder in the study room, picked and picked through Father Shuang's collection of classics for a while, and then put his hands together very sincerely, quietly thanking Dad for giving me the reference material ovo

Steve has been standing under the small ladder, helping Ah Shuang pick up the books that are handed down from time to time, while carefully protecting the happy little girl.

Happiness is a very contagious emotion. His strong arms firmly fixed the sturdy wooden ladder. Even if he did nothing, a little smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

Because of cultural differences, even if he could understand the text in the books handed over, it was actually difficult for Steve to understand the problems caused by cultural differences, so he did not speak.

But Ah Shuang couldn't stay idle, and she couldn't neglect Captain America, who cared and protected her, so she couldn't stop talking about it.

She handed down a copy of "Chinese Strange Records", then poked at the monster illustrated book on the cover, and explained to him in a chatty manner: "These are all my father's books."

Before Steve could answer, he hiccupped and laughed: "He is a professor in the Chinese Department, and he is known as the number one coach in the school. He is extremely cold, but in fact, he really likes these magical stories in private."

"When I was a child, I often heard from my uncles and aunts that I didn't expect that the flower of Gaoling like him would end up bowing down under my mother's suit pants. It was really surprising."

"But it's actually quite normal when you think about it." Ah Shuang poked the book cover, and said proudly, "After all, I'm so handsome."

As she spoke, the beautifully packaged book in her hand happily drew a long arc in the air, looking extremely proud.

The little girl’s eyes were bright, and when she talked about her parents, her few words seemed to cast a warm light on the room. The ladder was a bit high, and Steve raised his head to see the little girl who sat tall and walked in the warm light all over her body. girl.

It seems that the whole person can't help but relax.

He smiled with his lips bent, nodded cooperatively, and raised his hand to take another clean book without a speck of dust, with a gentle voice: "Yes."

Ah Shuang laughed when she heard that, such a gentle and cooperative captain made her favorability go up and down all the time, and now his handsomeness is only a little worse than Mr. Stark!

But this kind of thing doesn't need to be said.

Ah Shuang was holding a book in her arms, as if she suddenly understood the fans of the US team a little bit, but in the current situation, it is obviously more important to be serious, so she gave a low cough and explained very seriously.

"We need to read more of these books here. I think this may be the key to help you go home."

After speaking, he was worried that the captain felt that he was not welcome, so he hurriedly added: "Don't worry, my parents don't come back very often. You can stay here in peace until you get well. It doesn't matter how long you stay."

This made Steve startled.

The little girl was fair and clean, with a little bit of baby fat on her cheeks, she looked like an immature child.

And judging from what she said just now, her relationship with her parents is also very good, Steve thought they at least lived together.

He asked so puzzled.Ah Shuang was still supporting the ladder with both hands, and when she heard the question, she swayed her short legs, and couldn't help but hiccup and laughed, there was no trace of haze in her bright eyes.

"No, no." She scratched her face embarrassingly, "I'm already, and I haven't lived with my parents for a long time."

"My mother is very busy at work, very tired, and often flies around the world. Dad has to be busy taking care of her when he has some time, so I can't bear to let them run back and forth."

This was indeed different from what he had imagined. Steve's eyes were gentle, but he didn't feel surprised. The little girl was indeed a very sensible child.

But it is such a sensible child that makes people feel soft.

Ah Shuang knew what he was thinking at a glance, and pulled the bookshelf to pull out another book, neither agreeing nor denying it, but persuading him flatteredly.

"Do you think I live alone and no one can take care of me?" Ah Shuang leaned down a little while hugging the ladder, and whispered, "Don't think so."

Because Captain America helped her stabilize the ladder, she wasn't worried about falling off at all. She shook her head and flipped through the book: "My mother won't go home, but this pocket money...has come into my account."

"For contemporary female college students, there is endless money and freedom. My God, what kind of fairy day is this QAQ?"

"Besides, even if they are not by my side, I know that they love me very much."

"It's like you and Mr. Stark. Although they are not together, they should absolutely trust each other. Are you right ovo?"

So in the future, even if you disagree, don't bully my iron father! ! !

Steve's fingers curled slightly, and for a very brief moment, he almost felt that after the disaster, the destruction and blood that filled his mind all the time almost disappeared.

……

With Shuang's father's support, Ah Shuang quickly found some very informative books and placed them on the table in the living room.

But in fact, it doesn’t last long. One of them doesn’t understand, and the other doesn’t understand. Often, they either read the book as a very exciting bedtime story, or they don’t understand some difficult terms.

A Shuang felt very ashamed for not being able to find any useful information all afternoon.

This made her extremely careful when preparing the room for Captain America.

There are many guest rooms in the house, and the decoration is exquisite. A Shuang even chose a small room that is absolutely not facing the sun, but still warm.

The walls are painted in warm tones, the furniture is clean and tidy, and the exquisite decorations are fully placed, all of which reflect the owner's intentions.

Ah Shuang also deliberately sent out a few models of Iron Man, all of whom were full of handsome Iron Papa.

"Do you like it?" After tidying up the whole room again, it was neat and tidy. When eating at night, Ah Shuang asked while holding a small plate.

Steve nodded with a smile.

Although he doesn't know whether he needs rest in his soul state, and whether he can sleep like a normal person, but he will not disappoint the little girl's wishes for half an afternoon.

Satisfied, Ah Shuang bowed her head happily to drink the porridge, but before the spoon stirred a few times, she heard the doorbell ding dong ding dong.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and it stands to reason that no one would look for a little girl living alone again. Steve paused slightly with his fingers holding the spoon, stood up cautiously and vigilantly, and stared in the direction of the door.

Ah Shuang didn't seem to notice it, her eyes lit up when she heard the voice, as if she already knew who it was.

Steve maintained a vigilant posture and did not move, already thinking about whether he had any suitable weapons.

He didn't last long in this state.

"Thank you." The little girl's excited voice came from the door soon. Steve came closer and saw someone handed her a big paper box. She leaned over to sign on it, and then held The box came over.

It is an expedited courier.

Ah Shuang put the express box on the table, and before she opened it, she couldn't help laughing.

She was not in a hurry to open it, but first took out the phone, found Shuang's mother's profile picture in the chat software, said "Thank you mom" to the phone happily, and then looked at Steve with crooked eyes .

Steve suddenly remembered that the little girl did make a sweet call to her mother in the morning.

His eyes are much softer. It is really hard not to like such a polite and well-educated child, who lives in endless love and tolerance, and generously gives back to those who are close to her.

Thinking about it this way, the little girl has already pushed the big box over, looking forward to it.

Steve's slightly cool fingertips touched the hard cardboard box, and without the little girl's reminder, he had already easily cut off the tangled tape for her.

Inside is a more exquisite brocade box, with the warm color of red and golden piping, it is very gorgeous, and it is worth a lot of money just looking at it.

Ah Shuang stood aside with her head pouted anxiously. After Steve opened the box, he pushed it towards her a little, indicating that she could take it away and take a closer look.

Ah Shuang opened her arms, embraced the big box happily, tilted her head and looked over with bright eyes, and explained: "I asked my mother to buy it, because the time is too short, I don't know if you like it or not."

Steve was taken aback for a moment, as if he couldn't react. After a while, he was not sure: "Give it to me?"

Ah Shuang concentrated on unpacking the box and didn't have any spare time to look over it, but her voice was full of doubts: "That's right, who else can I give it to if it's not you."

She seemed to be even more incomprehensible than the client.

Steve propped his head helplessly, and after a while, he smiled helplessly, his blue eyes turning into a clear spring.

Ah Shuang had also practiced the speed of unpacking the courier. She opened the tightly packed large box in two or three strokes, revealing the small gift hidden inside.

According to the tradition of the florist... To be exact, in the supernatural novel Ah Shuang read not long ago, most wandering souls need a carrier.

Just like in ghost stories, dead souls are often entrusted in a painting or an umbrella.

A good carrier can not only help them nourish their souls, but also repair their scars, thus making them stronger.

Captain America's injury is too serious.

Such a fatal wound, after the bloodstains that confused the eyes were cleaned, it revealed its hideous traces.

Ah Shuang didn't know how to help him, so she could only mobilize her meager amount of knowledge, trying to give Steve the best support.

And according to the tradition of the flower growers, for the soul, what better carrier than clear and moist jade ovo

Ah Shuang clattered the jade and jade sent by Shuang's mother overnight, all of which were of very high quality, and happily pushed them over to show Steve.

"Choose one you like." Frost Tyrant couldn't understand the huge impact on human beings living on wages, and he was a little regretful, "It's a pity that the time is too short, but I discussed it with my mother!"

Steve looked over numbly.

Ah Shuang: "I originally wanted to prepare a small shield for Captain America. It would be more comfortable for you to live in if you are familiar with the weapon, but today is too late. Only these, the mothers who made the order said that it will be done in a few days." send over!"

Steve keenly caught certain words, and he asked cautiously: "Live in? You mean..."

"That's right." Ah Shuang blinked her eyes, but didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

"It's also said in the book we read in the afternoon." She explained: "Isn't it better for your souls to live in a carrier? Jade is the best I can think of."

Steve picked up a safety buckle with a complex expression.

He originally thought it was just the little girl's whim, but to his surprise, there was a very soft white light flashing, and he actually felt that his bad state had improved a lot.

Steve: "..."

So what are we working so hard to clean the room in the afternoon?