[Comprehensive] There is a problem in this world

After the fighting ceased, only monotonous silence remained on the streets.

Elf walked around the robots lying on the street, stopping from time to time, looking at the rising smoke.

She stopped and walked, as if looking for something purposefully.

Not long after, she stopped in front of an alley.

The setting sun elongated her shadow, like a snake entrenched in the darkness, twisting and winding, swimming into the dark alley, and falling to the side of the boots.

More and more afterglow fell into the alley, making the tiny fluff on the boots slightly shiny, as if feeling the temperature of the setting sun, the owner of the boots suddenly withdrew his feet and hid himself deeper into the darkness.

Elf stood at the entrance of the alley, looking at the woman curled up in the depths of the alley from a distance, and after a while, raised her legs and walked towards her.

As the sound of her footsteps gradually approached, the woman slowly raised her head from the crook of her arms, her eyes were confused.

"Elf?"

She murmured softly, her eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and fell down again, her whisper was inaudible: "I still have hallucinations again."

Rachel buried her face in her arms. "Why would I do that?"

Elf looked at her for a while, then slowly squatted down.

"I'm back," she said.

Rachel didn't respond to her words.

For a long time, she opened her arms to Elf, as if asking for a hug.

Their acquaintance is longer than anyone thinks.

While embracing Rachel, Elf thought.

When she chose Rachel to board, the little witch just had a magic riot.The time of her magic riot was not coincidental. The children who played tricks on her were thrown out by her magic, and several of them broke their legs.

When the angry parents came to the door, the little witch hid in the room, hugging her knees and burying her face in her arms.There seemed to be a noise outside the window. She got up, carefully opened the curtain a crack, and looked down through the gap.

A stone flew across the sky at this moment, smashing the window glass.

Glass shards flew everywhere, the girl squatted down covering her eyes, the blood-stained glass lay on the carpet, and the refracted light on the edge trembled amid screams.

Downstairs, her father was beaten by the parents.

Two months later, the girl with a bandage over her left eye was sent to Xavier School.

"Can you write your own name?"

"Ah."

Holding the pen, she wrote neat letters on the notebook stroke by stroke.

El Frida.

Because the soul carries the power of the infinite gem, ordinary people can't remember Rachel's name, so Elf calls herself Elfrida to cover up Rachel's abnormality.For a long time, the children of Xavier College knew that there was another person living in the body of the little witch who was sent as a mutant. She faced the world as she wanted, and never cared about the eyes of others. Well, only Rachel was special to her.

Rachel went to Ilvermorny when she was 11 years old. After graduation, Elf appeared in Italy, followed by Nepal, Singapore, Brazil, Mexico, and their footprints spread all over the land and sea.In the place closest to the sky, at the bottom of the abyss, at the beginning and end of the story, she replaces Rachel's left eye and knows the world with her.

When the young witch returns to America, she already has enough magical powers to match her ambitions.

Elf once thought they would always be together.She doesn't care about this universe, and she doesn't have such an urgent desire to devour souls to fill herself. She thinks that she should sleep forever and accompany Rachel until she turns into ashes in the urn and sleeps underground.

So when Rachel was outraged for the first time, Elf didn't understand.

She doesn't really care about the consequences of what she does, as long as she can do it, she will do it.Rachel wanted the fruit of power, so she grabbed it for her, but when she told Rachel that she had cleared her obstacles, the witch just stared blankly at the corpse in front of her.

"You will become the youngest president of the Magic Congress, isn't that good?"

Rachel just looked at her.

"Don't let me see you again." Her voice was trembling.

So Elf leaves.

Still, Elf didn't want to be too far away from Rachel.She chose a human host next to Rachel, and usually watched how her little witch led the development of the wizarding world.Her only dissatisfaction is that Rachel thought that "Elfrida" was just an illusion created by her in solitude, and she once tried to surrender to the Auror. Spend the rest of my life in prison.

However, even if she was acquitted, every year, Rachel would go to the cemetery and leave a bouquet of flowers on the grave of the deceased.

But now it's all over.

"I told her it would make her lucky." Rachel murmured holding her.

She tightened her arms, "Why would I want to hurt Perther?"

"You didn't mean to hurt her." Elf patted her on the back.

You even like her a lot.

"It was me then."

Rachel ignored her consolation and smiled lowly twice.

"Elf... People should not deceive themselves and avoid their own viciousness and despicability. You are just my illusion, and you will always disappear. Indeed, I can say that you did all the crimes, saying that I was just controlled by you... ...but that's not true."

"I was the one who wanted to hurt her, I was the one who lied to her, and I was the one who killed. Everyone was deceived by me, and even I sometimes delusional that I am innocent... I am indeed a witch, right?" The corner of her eye Tears glistened, fingers clinging tightly to Elf's sleeve.

"...but don't disappear. At least not yet."

She closed her eyes and murmured, "Elf, I want to go home."

Elf looked down at her.

She knelt on the floor with Rachel on her lap as she slowly ran her fingers through her tousled blond hair.

She couldn't understand what Rachel was thinking at the moment, just like she couldn't understand why humans always value meaningless things so much.

Those, should and shouldn't, who first established that yardstick?It is clearly meaningless.

But she doesn't want to modify Rachel's soul.

Since Rachel wanted to go home, they should go home.

From the very beginning, Elf knew that Reese's plan could not succeed.Only a lunatic would put all his eggs in one basket. No matter what the outcome, he would never be able to escape unscathed.But Elf didn't care about helping him continue to do something, even if it would be a little troublesome, such as making the city a little more chaotic.

But since he has failed, she will not rescue him.

"Let's get out of here." She lowered her head to Rachel's ear and said softly, "We go to every corner of the world, just like before."

"I'm not leaving again."

……

Riise's body turned into fragments of light, the lightsaber in his hand lost its support, Zhong Zixing staggered, and pressed his hands to the ground to support his body.

She inhaled and exhaled, trying to stand up when her heartbeat was not so rapid, but after more than ten seconds, she only felt that her hands and feet were weak, and her strength seemed to be swallowed by a black hole in her body.

Her hands were shaking, her teeth were chattering, and her breath was as cold as January.

Sith moved his hand to her side.

Zhong Zixing shook his head and forced a smile: "No, just give me some time."

"..."

A few seconds later, Zhong Zixing heard the rustling of Sith getting up. He walked to the door of the store and looked silently at the street.

Only then did Zhong Zixing raise her hand, and wiped away her tears indiscriminately. The back of her hand was covered with water droplets. She had to pull up her sleeve a little and continue wiping her face.

After his breathing calmed down, Zhong Zixing took a few deep breaths, picked up the dim golden gemstone, and shook it at Sith: "What should I do?"

She didn't know why she was crying, and she didn't know how she overcame her fear and stabbed that sword. At that moment, it was like a cloud in a dream. She only vaguely remembered that she was not out of anger, but just sad, but when she thought about it, she couldn't help it. Know why.

Sith glanced at her and said calmly, "You know what to do."

Zhong Zixing nodded.

It didn't take long for the Soul Stone to be stamped. As soon as Zhong Zixing put it in his pocket, he heard the faint voice of people outside the store.

At some point, the gunshots stopped abruptly, and the robots lost their energy sources, turned back into inanimate machines, and stopped quietly on the street.

The people hiding in the building waited for a long time before trying to walk out of the building into the street in twos and threes, and they cheered after confirming that the chaos had subsided.

Zhong Zixing slowly lowered his tense shoulders, his eyes wandered aimlessly on the street, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It looks like it's all over.

She pulled the scarf up to cover her face, and was about to ask where the Sith spider was when she suddenly remembered something more important.

"I'll go to recycle the phone first." Her phone is a bomb, and it won't be fun if it is picked up by the recovery personnel. "Do you want to go together?"

Sith nodded.

The two avoided the crowds and searched for cellphones along the street.

Although Lise was finally resolved, Zhong Zixing still had no idea how the situation developed into what it is now. For her, it seemed like just a moment when the world collapsed silently before her eyes, and she stood in the ruins , just break the situation with intuition.

After walking a street in silence, she said, "Stephanie..."

Sith will not lie, but Zhong Zixing still hopes that he can tell her that this is just a misunderstanding, or even tell her that it is the kind of death that has the possibility of resurrection in the movie.

As long as she is popular, she can be resurrected even if she gets a headshot, and she can say that she will definitely be able to be resurrected, and sometimes say that she can't be resurrected fishing. Stephanie is still an infinite gem, and she can survive the plot killing.

Sith shook his head.

Zhong Zixing looked at him for a while, then slowly looked away.

"……I see."

She listened to Sith describe their training, Stephanie's ambitions, her confusion and struggles, and her thoughts drifted away.

What should I say at this time?

Zhong Zixing couldn't think of what to say, she just wanted to be dazed and let her mind go blank.

She didn't come back to herself until Sith stopped narrating.

"...After this aftermath is over, I will probably continue to renovate all over the world," Zhong Zixing said slowly, counting his steps, "Do you have any plans?"

In her mind, she is more inclined to matchmaking to see if Sith can join the Avengers, and it is always safer to be with the protagonist... probably.

However, it is also a tradition for Marvel to send bento every now and then...

Sith considered for a moment.

"Should go to England first." He said lightly, "Barnes will want to know where Stephanie is going."

He paused, his eyes wandered suspiciously: "Afterwards... I want to apply to university."

Zhong Zixing: "... Huh?"

"I still have a lot to learn." Sith didn't look embarrassed at all, "If I want to become a director, I still have a long way to go."

"...Wait, director?"

Zhong Zixing was dull for a second before he finished processing the information contained in this sentence.

Although she knew that Sith had always been addicted to movies...but the director?It's okay for him to be an actor, right?In the future, will she just use tweets to scream at fans under Sith's official account and be speechless?

No, that's not the point.

Zhong Zixing was a little confused.

It's not that he has any opinions on Sith's ideals, but they are still standing among the wreckage of the robots. They have just worked together to smash the soul stone, and Sith told her that he wants to go to college in a blink of an eye... It doesn't feel right.

Sith seemed to see her struggle, he turned his head to look at Zhong Zixing, and raised his hand to stroke her hair.

"We don't really live in the movie, there are not so many orgasms in reality." He smiled.

"Who said..." Zhong Zixing blurted out while protecting his hair with all his heart.

As soon as she uttered two words, she stopped talking, pursed her lips, and stared sideways at the ground.

Zhong Zixing sighed suddenly, and said weakly, "You are right."

Life is still going on, and the story is not over. Everyone has the right to choose the fate they want, whether it is plain or high-profile.

After figuring it out, Zhong Zixing's mentality improved a lot: "Have you figured out where to go?"

"California." Sith answered quickly.

When it comes to movies, Sith's eyes are bright, Zhong Zixing's head is confused, and he can't talk at all. Hearing that his schedule has been scheduled for seven years, he can only nod his head.

In the end, she only sorted out two pieces of information.

One, Sith is going to California.Two, he probably won't be back in New York for a few years.

While listening, Zhong Zixing reflected on his delicate mood when he heard the second message.

If you told her half a year ago that in the future she would go for a walk and chat with that psychopath who tried to strangle herself, she would definitely sneer and pretend she didn't hear it.

What happened in the past six months?

She and Peter found ether particles in the sewer, and worked hard to separate the ether from the little spider, but because of curiosity, she got the ether in her hands and couldn't tear it off, so she had to go to the metropolis and ask Superman to help her pick the ring. After failing, she returned to New York. Grabbing the ether that tried to strangle her in the middle of the night confirmed that the bastard had been trying to kill her.

Afterwards, she took him home, threw him the computer perfunctorily and ignored it, and when she remembered him, Ether was hopelessly deep in the house, staring at Star Wars with twinkling eyes, and announced that his name was Sith.

Later they went to Gravity Spring, she was busy fighting Hydra, and Sith was busy getting lost.When he came back and asked her to apologize to her, she realized that she had overestimated his scheming, and she suddenly had a sense of mission of "raising a stupid son", taking him to eat, to drink, to cook hot pot with him , No longer set up access control, no restriction on his leaving.

And now, he said he was leaving.

He is saying goodbye to himself.

Up to now, Zhong Zixing was embarrassed to ask "how about a get-together during the holidays?" Sith didn't mention this, so he must have his own reasons, and she always felt a little strange for her dry questioning.

She exhaled: "So, I wish you a good journey?"

Sith tilted his head and looked at her: "There is one more thing."

"Ok?"

"There is something I want to tell you before I leave."

Zhong Zixing: "..."

Wait, this atmosphere seems a bit like a confession.

She swallowed hard, and said in a small voice: "If you want to say that...that order, first of all, it has not taken effect, and second, I have already lifted it, just before leaving the gravity well."

"I know." Unexpectedly, Sith nodded.

Just when Zhong Zixing was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly smiled softly.

"But it worked."

"..."

Zhong Zi Xingxin said that he was going to finish, so he quickly raised his hand: "Can we not talk about this topic?"

Sith raised his eyebrows: "I always have to solve all the troubles before I can leave with peace of mind."

He made a stop gesture: "Can I speak first?"

"...Please, please."

Facts have proved that the stupid things you did back then will always turn around and bite you after many years, Zhong Zixing's heart is ashamed, while comforting himself that Sith should not poach the wall meaninglessly, while scolding himself for why he drank so much alcohol in the first place.

She saw Sith folded his arms, bent his knuckles against his chin, thought for a while, raised his head, and spoke slowly under Zhong Zixing's begging eyes.

"I want to judge from the standard of human emotions, I really love you."

Zhong Zixing: "...Thank you."

Immediately afterwards, Sith changed the topic: "But this feeling didn't sprout naturally, it was because of the order you gave me. I think this order should have the effect of changing the rules. It forced me to give birth to 'love' That emotion, and that's important to me."

Speaking of this, Sith stopped, glanced at Zhong Zixing who was holding his breath, and said softly: "But this is not fair to you."

"..." Zhong Zixing was slightly puzzled, "For me?"

"Because it's just an order," Sith said, "which means that no matter how effective it is, this relationship is a negation to you, it has nothing to do with who you are, and your uniqueness has no meaning to it. .It could be anyone else who gave the order, and whoever it is, I will, love."

When he said this, there was still a distance of more than ten inches between Zhong Zixing and Zhong Zixing, and his tone was that of an academic discussion. Zhong Zixing saw that he was frowning and unhappy, and couldn't help but suspect that he must make this matter clear. Because this unnatural feeling does not meet his aesthetic standards.

"I think," Zhong Zixing looked away cautiously, and whispered, "I should apologize for this."

She sighed: "You probably don't want to hear my explanation..."

"I don't want to hear it," Sith admitted. "There's no need to talk about admitting the wrong person." He added quickly.

Zhong Zixing: "...shut up, you!"

Just before Zhong Zixing became so angry and found a crack in the ground, Sith changed his words wisely: "...In any case, I should apologize. And besides that... I think I should thank you even more."

As he spoke, he stopped, turned around, and looked at Zhong Zixing tenderly.

The dark clouds between the buildings dissipated, the shadow receded from the burning wreckage, and thousands of lights fell from the sky. The young man put his hands on her shoulders, bent slightly, and put his forehead against hers. His eyes were as clear as the sky, and his smile was like As bright as the sun.

Zhong Zixing has seen Sith laugh many times.Almost every time, he twitched the corners of his mouth half-sarcastically, and the evil was written in the darkness under his eyes, but there had never been a time like this, it was unbelievably like a dark creature suddenly walked into the sunlight.

"You have summed up so many complicated feelings with simple 'love'. If I learn slowly, I am afraid that I will not be able to understand it thoroughly after a hundred years. But fortunately, you gave me a shortcut, so that I can slowly understand it with my own understanding. Love...it's been a beautiful journey for me."

He said softly, "Thank you, mentor."

...she might have seen a fake Sith.

When Silly watched Sith take a step back and disappear, Zhong Zixing's expression was numb, and this thought repeatedly lingered in his heart.

Zhong Zixing felt that he had never taught Sith anything.Most of the time, the relationship between her and Sith was the victim and the murderer, and later it was probably roommates who shared the rent. The most harmonious period was being dragged by the little spider to eat hot pot... Thinking about it this way, I feel like Peter and Sith. Mr. Parker's Harem II, if he hadn't smiled so nicely at them they would have fought on the spot.

How can I be... Zhong Zixing wants to sigh.

But after a few seconds, she couldn't help but laugh too.

The story is coming to an end, and the companions will eventually part ways. Since she said that fate is a routine, she can only follow the routine.But if the box office is good, there will always be a sequel. At that time, friends scattered all over the world will reunite, and their journey will never end until the end of the world.

The next task is post-battle damage control.

Unlike in the past when it was necessary to organize personnel to recycle and clean up the battlefield, the cities reinforced by the architects had almost no places to rebuild, and the most losses were transportation and soft decorations, but Zhong Zixing was powerless about this.

When the little spider flew over half of Manhattan, Zhong Zixing was sitting on the top floor of the Empire State Building, while contemplating repairing Manhattan, while admiring the gorgeous sunset like a sea of ​​flowers.

After finding the mobile phone, Zhong Zixing contacted Peter, and briefly reported that he was safe. Afterwards, the two of them devoted themselves to post-war rescue work, providing assistance to the citizens as much as possible. Now Peter came to her, probably because his work had come to an end.

The little spider shook when it landed, and almost fell off the edge of the building. Zhong Zixing was startled, and his eyes widened.

Their location is not the viewing platform, but the place where the birds usually rest, falling... Anyway, she was a little scared.

"No, I'm fine! I'm fine, don't worry, I don't intend to put myself on the Daily Bugle with a mosaic image."

He almost lost his footing, and Peter himself broke out in a sweat, but seeing that Poser was even more frightened, he immediately waved his hand and made a gesture, indicating that it was just an accident.

Zhong Zixing was speechless: "Of course you can guarantee that you won't smash yourself into a mosaic, but I don't guarantee that I won't break you into a mosaic due to a wrong operation... Would you like to rest for a while?" This is obviously too tired to stand still Bar.

Peter tore off the mask: "We'll talk about it when it's over. I'm going back to the Upper East Side soon, and I haven't finished working there yet, jeez, too many things happened today. What do you think?"

"I'm fine." Zhong Zixing couldn't help sighing, and his tone became a little tougher, "Two ten minutes, I'll take a look over there for you, you sleep for a while, please?"

Peter saw that Zhong Zixing would not back down this time, looked around, and could only let out a sigh of relief: "Okay, I'll lie down for a while, can you call me in 10 minutes? Be sure to call me, definitely."

"Good, good, good."

After confirming that Peter had really closed his eyes, Zhong Zixing withdrew his gaze, tapped the side of his face with his fingertips, counting the shadows of tall buildings in boredom.

Indeed, too many things happened today... she thought, slowly closing her eyes.

... When Zhong Zixing opened his eyes, he saw an unexpected person.

"Hi." Albert, a senior who could be regarded as a friend, stood opposite her and said softly.

Zhong Zixing blinked.

In an instant, she understood the doubts that she could not figure out before.

The clues of a few words were compiled into a string, and they clearly emerged in her mind. If she only taunted her guess when facing Riise, then now, she finally confirmed the truth.

"Hi." Zhong Zixing said.

Albert nodded to her, then fell silent.

He looks different from the past, not because of his appearance and clothes, but because of his subtle temperament difference, just like the difference between an otaku next door and an English gentleman, it is not an exaggeration to say that he has changed.

Zhong Zixing looked at him with his chin propped up, and asked abruptly, "Do I still call you Albert?"

"It is indeed my name," Albert said.

His tone was soothing and calm: "I'm here to ask you a question. Do you want your things back? If you change your mind, there is still a chance now."

"No need." Zhong Zixing shook his head.

Albert was silent for a moment, "Can I confirm again... Is this really your own wish?"

"Yes."

"Perther, many people want to ensure that your decision will not change," Albert wanted to make one last effort, he carefully considered the words, "No matter what method is used. So I must confirm..."

Zhong Zixing suddenly chuckled.

Albert stopped and looked at her slightly puzzled.

"I don't remember you," Zhong Zixing said seriously, "I don't know if I have told you about my mother."

silence.

"You mentioned it."

"Then I should have also said that I learned two things from her?"

Albert was silent for a longer time.

Zhong Zixing waited patiently for him to make a decision. After a long time, he nodded slightly, "I see."

"I think I should thank you." Seeing that he had finally made a decision, Zhong Zixing suddenly felt relaxed and his voice lightened up, "You came here to confirm that I made my own choice, so it might be difficult to intervene repeatedly, right? "

"……nothing."

"The bottom of the world, I mean, 'fate', is also controlled by you, you want me to find out the truth, don't you?"

Albert's impetus was probably behind Peter's lottery to travel, to ensure that he would definitely go to the old capital, and he would find the bottom of the world. As for the House of Thousand Families, if "fate" can be programmed, he will naturally make the House of a Thousand Families Appeared in Queens.

It's just that Albert didn't expect that even if she knew the truth, she wouldn't want to leave.

"Correct."

"You also made that wandering planet?"

"No, that's your ability to set the threshold," Albert said, "It's a set program, you communicate with each other through radiation signals, the closer it is to you, the stronger your ability, I use it to strengthen your abilities."

So this is the truth of the beacon effect on her, she is calling the wandering planet, calling for it to come.

Zhong Zixing couldn't help but smiled wryly: "But I don't plan to wait for it to hit the earth."

"I'll stop it."

Zhong Zixing nodded: "Thank you. Can I still go to the bottom of the world in the future?" She still wanted to see if she could change the fate of Iris and Stephanie.

"The bottom of the world you are talking about is the back door I opened, and it will be closed after I leave."

"so."

Speechless for a while.

"But if you really need..." Albert said suddenly.

He looked at her deeply, as if staring at Ophelia who was singing and dancing on the stage, his eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly avoided her eyes.

"You can leave the back door? Wouldn't that break the rules?" Zhong Zixing raised his eyebrows curiously.

"The world is yours," Albert said.

"Then," he didn't wait for Zhong Zixing to understand the deep meaning of this sentence, he put his right hand on his chest, "may your journey reach the end of the universe."

Zhong Zixing didn't know where the etiquette came from, or it was just Albert's improvisation, but she still pressed her right hand to her chest, imitating his posture to return the salute.

"May your journey be to the end of the universe."

The dream gradually dissipated, and the brilliance of the setting sun fell on his shoulders again. Zhong Zixing opened his eyes, the smoke cleared, and the evening breeze in early spring was cool, and the city lights that were blown by it first came on.

Until this moment, she finally bid farewell to the past.

Zhong Zixing propped his cheeks, facing the sunset in a daze.

Not long after, the teenager who was taking a nap beside her slowly woke up, rubbed his eyes and sat up, muttering: "Is it 10 minutes? God, it must be over."

"It's been 2 minutes...don't worry about such details!" Zhong Zixing coughed guiltily.

She paused, then turned her face suddenly, and tilted her head slightly: "Would you like to hear me tell a boring story?"

Although Zhong Zixing's tone was the same as usual, Peter instantly and sensitively noticed some subtle changes.

He looked at Zhong Zixing and nodded, "Yes."

Where to start.Zhong Zixing thought.

She knew a long time ago that there are no people with exactly the same personality, experience, past, and mood in the world...so no matter how you explain it, feeling is always a personal thing. Said it was just incomprehensibly neurotic, so she never, never told anyone how she was feeling.

But... Occasionally, she also wanted to whom she could tell.

"When I was in high school... the boys in my class called me Goddess behind their backs. But it doesn't feel like admiration, not a compliment."

"Probably because I don't talk to them."

"My memory should be pretty good. I can vaguely remember most of the roster at a glance, but I... it's hard to match names with people. It takes a year or two to accurately recognize classmates. But it's not a memory problem. .”

She paused, "I just don't want to remember."

Whether it is friends or casual acquaintances, whether it is alma mater or hometown, once she confirms that she is leaving, she will naturally delete them all from her mind. If the impression is not deep, the deletion work can be completed faster.

Even if she can't help but smile knowingly when recalling the details...but she still doesn't want to remember.

"At the time...they liked to play a game where they would push a guy up in front of me and ask me who he was, and if I recognized them they would laugh and push him away...but they wouldn't say much to me , " Zhong Zixing showed a confused expression while thinking, "Maybe it's because I don't think I can talk to them?"

"So...are you mad?" Peter asked.

Zhong Zixing was silent for a long time, then rolled his eyes: "No."

Peter stopped talking after asking a question, Zhong Zixing waited for a while, shrugged, and continued: "When I was young, my family was in Beijing, and my mother was... well, you can imagine her as the governor's granddaughter, and my father is probably... Poor boy in New York? So you can imagine how ridiculous it is for them to be in love. Anyway, the Romeo and Juliet effect, they eloped, married and traveled all over the world together. Until they got pregnant with me , the grandparents finally accepted her marriage and agreed for them to go home and enjoy their victory."

Zhong Zixing closed his eyes, resisting the urge to laugh.

She couldn't help laughing, thinking of her parents' youth...she couldn't control her expression.

None of them told her about this experience, everything was pieced together and guessed by herself, so she didn't know how relieved they were when they went back with their stomachs full of ambition as their banner Point or more points as one wishes.

The Romeo and Juliet effect, where lovers who are blocked by their families form a deeper emotional connection and even form a couple.But such marriages usually end in failure.

"When we were young, we lived in a big house. They all thought I was a very good boy. As long as they closed the door, I would sit quietly in the room and play with building blocks until they came home."

Now that she has decided to speak, she should finish the story, not to mention that she still has the only audience she recognizes in this world. Letting everything end is the basic morality of storytelling.

But Zhong Zixing suddenly didn't want to continue.

"Are you alone?"

"Well, alone."

Her gaze is no longer fixed on a certain focus, but scattered aimlessly.

"At that time, I liked to hide in dark corners. It was small enough to accommodate me. I would hide in a whole day and no one would find me..."

"So... saw a lot of things."

"It's not really blatant, you know, with mom's family, dad of course will learn to... be careful, and it's not even really... just some chat records, he just revealed an image, or more It's just boring ? But to mom, the truth is, he cheated."

She still remembers a time when they tacitly ignored each other's existence.Mother is the most typical character of a young lady, clinging to the pride that ordinary people seem to be too arrogant, while father is always confident that he has the ability to control the situation, and is obsessed with talking and laughing in a suave manner surrounded by everyone... No matter how you look at it, the two are incompatible.

The moment the conflict exposed its fangs, there was no possibility of reconciliation between them.

This happened when she was not old enough to understand why, but children are strange beings, they will grow up, they will learn to hide their minds, and they will gradually know that the details they have witnessed occupy the balance towards the ending. No matter how heavy the weight is, a flame that can ignite the world is silently ignited in the bottom of my heart.

"Later, I kept thinking about why their relationship became what it was later. Generally speaking, they must be very in love with each other, so they want to be together even if their relatives and friends block them, right? But I don't really care about these, I just want a reason … Otherwise, how could I be worthy of my confusion for so many nights.”

"But the truth is, they're just not a good fit."

Zhong Zixing rested his chin, thinking that everything could be explained by unsuitability.

Not suitable to be a child, not suitable to be a lover, not suitable to be a parent.

"Actually, the things between them didn't have much impact on me. You see, life hasn't changed. I'm still at home all the time. They are still busy. I shouldn't have realized the change. I just need to follow their arrangements." .”

"You stayed home all the time? Didn't you go to school?"

"Not yet. I was four at the time."

"They... don't you have a nanny?"

"I don't think they know they can't leave their kids at home by themselves."

"O...K, honestly, they're... kind of irresponsible."

"Pfft, how do you ask me to answer the conversation?"

"Uh, sorry? Then I won't say anything, no, I will pay attention."

"It doesn't matter, you can just open up your complaints! The sentimental heroine will be beaten to death by the audience, and maybe even use it to plaster the wall. Thinking about it this way, I am a little worried about my future..."

Zhong Zixing said that she cut the Chinese at the end. She thought that the professor was honest and not deceiving. It was not a big deal, so she should find someone to talk to. She just held it in for too long...

what?

She smiled and held her trembling hand.

"Then one day... I found a new nook in my house, a storage room under the stairs, with a hidden door seam, and inside