Do I want to lose face? [Zhongyingmei]

The first day when the dimensional wall was blown up...

The world looks very peaceful.

Except for the detective who got lost on the streets of London, and the long windbreaker that he neatly folded and put away, no other news came from afar.

Because of the information given by Xiaoben, Ah Shuang was a little restless all day long.

Every time the little girl took out a fruit from the refrigerator, she couldn't help but stare blankly at the door, always worrying whether fate would give her a sudden surprise from heaven.

Because I didn't concentrate, when peeling the apple, the fruit knife in my hand was dangling, and the sharp tip of the knife shone coldly under the bright light, which seemed very dangerous.

Tony, who was going downstairs to ask Eric to forge iron together, looked up and saw it.

He frowned, walked straight over, moved his wrist slightly, and took the knife completely from the dazed little girl's hand.

"What are you thinking?" Mr. Mustache raised his eyebrows, with a look of disapproval on his face, he gently shook the fruit knife in his hand, and said in a low voice with a hint of reminder, "Sweetheart, this is not Toy."

Ah Shuang was in a daze, her reaction was a little slow, she didn't hear anything, but she subconsciously identified who the voice was.

The little fan's emergency response, he sat down obediently for a moment, put his finger that lost the fruit knife on his knee, and agreed without thinking: "You are right."

Mr. Stark suddenly burst out laughing cutely.

With Eric's help in blacksmithing, he has recently relaxed a lot. In the peaceful and warm world, even the air is almost sweet, and there are broken smiles in his originally gloomy eyes.

He laughed heartily, his eyes curved like crescent moons, his beautiful mustache trembled, and he stretched out his palm to press the top of Ah Shuang's head.

Ah Shuang had regained her composure at first, but unfortunately, as soon as she looked up, she saw such an impactful smile from Mr. Mustache, and decisively crashed.jpg

The crashed little landlord looked grave, staring at the half-peeled apple in his hand, as if seeing a vast and boundless universe.

Simply put... there is nothing in the eye.

Tony laughed for a while, he had already calmed down, but he was caught off guard when he saw the little fan's silly and pensive look, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up again.

"Why are you always in a daze today?" The caring and fan-loving Mr. Iron Man said this, after thinking about it, he leaned over slightly and took the little girl's half-peeled apple.

He doesn't know how to do this kind of thing very much, even if there is only half of it left, he is very serious, and the fruit he peeled is still ugly.

It's so ugly that people can't help but wonder, if the whole apple is handed over to him, will he still be able to eat the pulp in the end.

But is that the point?Friends, is the apple peeled well? Is it the point whether you can eat it or not? ! !

The point is the apple that Iron Papa peeled! ! !

Ah, I'm dead_(:з」∠)_

Ah Shuang was still a little dazed at first, but when the cold temperature in her hand was taken away, she frowned, feeling incomprehensible for a moment.

It was too difficult for the dazed head to become sober all of a sudden, Ah Shuang tapped his head vigorously to connect the fragments just now.

Iron Papa came over - reminded me of the danger of fruit knives - I said o78k but ignored him - he seemed very helpless - finally he peeled an apple for me.

The half-apple put back into Mr. Mustache's hand may not look very good on the outside, and if it is serious, it may be a bit ugly.

But it comes from Iron Man.

After getting the Mark520, I got an apple peeled by Mr. Stark himself. This feeling can no longer be described in words.

Shuangwuwu could hardly speak, she raised her watery eyes, and could only repeat, "wuwuwuwuwu, Mr. Stark, I love you so much, you are simply the best steel in the world Hero!!"

"Hey...?" Mr. Mustache seemed a little surprised when he was caught off guard by the little fan's confession. He raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and replied calmly.

"Of course, you are also my favorite little fan."

A Shuang: I'm dead.

Ahhhhhhh I've been officially certified again! !Is this what I want to swell? !Is this because I want to be a monkey in the sky? ! !

……

Frost Sky Monkey sent away Mr. Stark who told Eric to go upstairs to strike iron, and she was left alone in the empty kitchen door.

She took a small plate and put the apple on the table. She was reluctant to eat it, but couldn't help but stare at the ugly apple that had been cut off by a third and smiled. She liked it so much that she wanted to keep it forever.

Two sudden fingers pinched her apple.

Ah Shuang raised her head in horror, hurriedly raised her hand to protect it, and then met the detective's smoky gray eyes full of disgust in his investigation.

Ah Shuang was lying on the table, her perspective was a bit low, she tried to raise her head, trying to see more clearly.I could only see the disgust in Sherlock's eyes.

Mr. Holmes has distinct phalanges and slender and beautiful fingers. Even if he is holding an ugly apple, it looks like a work from an oil painting.

He pursed his lips slightly, and shifted his gaze to the round and neat upper part of the apple, with a satisfied look in his eyes.However, when he saw the one-third that was cut off in the middle, his satisfaction turned into deep disgust.

"So ugly?" He looked at Ah Shuang suspiciously, the color of his pupils was light, but he revealed such a message to people very straightforwardly.

It's so ugly, I can't put my mouth down at all.

Ah Shuang: "..." My friend, you are really interesting, have I treated you to a meal? ?

And you actually belittled my apples, I don't like to hear these words, let me tell you that your number is gone, do you know? ! !

……

Because of Sherlock's special situation, and the impact caused by the burst of the dimensional wall was too great, Ah Shuang couldn't help being distracted, and almost forgot to fill out the questionnaire.

After all, the only iron father with a body didn't have this thing when he came.

He just publicly executes Liao for others_(:з」∠)_

Sherlock obviously didn't have this special treatment, especially after he mocked Mr. Stark's own peeled apple.

At this time, because of anger, Ah Shuang suddenly remembered this matter. The little landlord ran upstairs at a speed faster than 800 meters, took out the small notebook, and decided to sacrifice the long-lost rainbow of three thousand words. fart**.

When she went downstairs, Sherlock had a book spread out on his lap, and he folded his hands, as if in a gesture of thinking about something.

Even so, he still glanced at the incomplete apples from time to time, with a very struggling look in his shallow gray eyes.

I kind of want to eat it, but I find it ugly.

Ah Shuang noticed it all of a sudden, walked over, put the apples in the refrigerator, and closed the refrigerator door with trembling fingers.

Xia Juanjuan has never been beaten by the society for his age. It is really not easy. Shuang Society thought about it and felt that it should teach him the principles of survival.

Thinking of this, the little landlady walked over with the notebook in her arms, and sat opposite Sherlock, her lips were pursed seriously, as if she wanted to have a serious talk with someone.

Sherlock noticed her expression, raised his eyebrows, and sat up straight in a cooperative manner.

Mr. Detective, who came all the way from London, when he came, it had just rained in London, and the weather was cold, so he had to wear a windbreaker when he went out.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the whole world has changed. The world on the other side is in midsummer, and the temperature is scorching. Not to mention long trench coats, even long sleeves are rarely worn by people.

Leaving aside whether this has any effect on the soul, for people with a body, the effect is very intuitive.

Take Iron Man, another superhero with a body, for example. He has been refusing high-end shirts and wearing short-sleeved Iron Man wholesale products from Taobao for a while.

Don't ask why, it's just that it's too hot.

Sherlock and Tony are clearly polar opposites.

Mr. Detective sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his chin raised slightly, even though the windbreaker had been thrown into the corner by him in the hot weather, he still insisted on wearing a well-tailored shirt, breathing meticulously.

Ah Shuang rested her chin, and for some reason, she suddenly remembered Sherlock's rejection of the Iron Man short-sleeves that she bought specially on Taobao.

His eyes at that time were exactly the same as his eyes when he looked at the ugly apple.

Fascinated, but ugly.

Ah Shuang seemed to suddenly understand something.

The co-author of you is not pursuing the quality of life, but simply looking ugly →_→

A person who pays so much attention to face...

Frost society blinked, and felt that he seemed to have gotten a great little secret. After thinking about it, he rushed towards people with his little book in his arms.

"If you want to stay here, you need to fill out a questionnaire." Saying this, Ah Shuang handed over the small notebook, clearly displaying the questions on it.

[Please use three thousand words to praise Mr. Stark. 】

Sherlock pursed his lips slightly. Looking at the topic, he didn't seem to refuse, but turned his head and asked, "Why?"

Why else, because the landlord is an Iron Man fan.Ah Shuang was a little dazed, scratched her head, and subconsciously said, "That's...that's what everyone wants to write."

After hearing this, Sherlock tapped his lips with his fingers, and shook his head in disapproval: "How can this be the same."

He looked over with serious eyes, and his expression was very serious. Ah Shuang was stunned by the look, and subconsciously followed him and asked, "What's different?"

Sherlock gave her an analysis: "The reason why the world merges is because you wrote your name on the notebook?"

It sounds like there is nothing wrong with this, but it seems that there is a pit, Ah Shuang nodded and hesitated: "It seems to be."

Sherlock didn't care about this dying struggle, he continued: "These names on your notebook are good for the people who are written on them, because it is almost equivalent to their second life."

"But only if ... they have lost their bodies or their lives."

"But I am different. There are no intruders in my world, and my life is not in danger. The reason why I came to this world is because of the fusion of the world, and the reason for the fusion of the world is your reason."

"I am not responsible for this matter. Under such circumstances, if I stay, do you think I still need to fill in the test like everyone else?"

It should be a question sentence, but Sherlock's voice was unusually flat. He looked over calmly, his eyes were sharp, and Ah Shuang almost felt that he had done something heinous.

The little landlord was stunned all of a sudden, looking at the small notebook in his hand, he was stunned, and felt that what the other party said made a lot of sense.

Ah Shuang didn't know what to say.

"Then...then you just mean it. If you compliment our iron daddy in friendship, just practice rainbow fart QAQ." After a while, Shuang Caicai finally recovered her voice, and she was already knocked out of her mind.

Sherlock tapped lightly with his fingers on the book, making a dull sound.

He tilted his head and thought for a while, then glanced at the little landlord who was on the verge of a trance, as if he thought it was very interesting, he couldn't help laughing.

"Okay." As he said so, he naturally took the notebook and pen from Ah Shuang's hand.

After thinking about it, he wrote such a line on the paper.

[Excellent person, he also has the advantages I have. 】

Frost Society: "..."

Big brother, what are you doing so fat? ? ?

Why do you look like this? You are too narcissistic. If you write like this, don’t we Tie Daddy don’t want to lose face? QAQ