Daily life [Zhongyingmei]

Benny, who was watching from the side, also subconsciously had a bad premonition.

It seemed that because that little bean was also his reason, Benny could suddenly guess the little boy's reaction—and the fact was exactly as he expected.The little boy in blue fluffy home clothes just froze for a moment, then continued to open the door as if nothing had happened, and shouted:

"--dad!"

Tony turned his head in surprise, sat up from the chair, and patted his knee.

The little boy slammed into Tony Stark like a cannon/bullet, sat in Tony Stark's arms familiarly, grabbed Tony Stark's collar with his hand, pulled himself up like climbing a ladder, and adjusted a The comfortable posture nests well.

"Come to play with Dad?" Tony also habitually rested his chin on the furry little head, and rubbed it a few times to enjoy the texture, explaining, "Wait a minute, there is only the last step of assembly."

"No, Dad, keep busy." The little boy turned his head and shook his head, and corrected Tony. I don’t want to study physics, I can read those books all over again, it’s too simple!”

"Don't learn." Tony supported without even thinking about it, and the reason was very reasonable, "You know those things before, this time you don't have to learn so early."

"Just take a look when you're interested." The man with the mustache promised earnestly. He stretched out a finger to poke the small soft flesh on his big cub's chin, raised his eyebrows, and asked again on a whim, " Do baby carrots want to play games?"

"Ugh?"

"It's the kind of fighting game that manipulates game characters." Tony explained, "Heh—don't tell your mother."

"There is no game controller." The little boy said simply, although he is so small, he already knows a lot of things.

"You'll see it in 5 minutes." Tony replied casually as quickly, patted the little boy's butt and put him back on the ground, "Go ahead and play for a while, I'll be done before dinner .”

The little boy obediently responded, then lowered his eyes, and walked out: "..."

Benny followed the little boy's footsteps and went out. He was a little worried, but the little boy hung his head expressionlessly as he walked out the door, as if he was walking silently and concentrating on walking.The big carrot robot is at the end.

After a while, they went back together to the living room that Benny had seen so many times, and walked down the corridor to the little boy's children's bedroom.

A small device like an ear clip was packed in a box and was placed on the table.An unpainted steel armor also remained inactive, standing at the door waiting for them.

"This is a neural connection device, Benny. After wearing it, you can manipulate the game characters to fight as long as you issue commands." Susie took the initiative to speak out and explained to the little master intimately, "You can choose which character to control first."

Benny next to him: "..."

Benny looked at the room. The only ones that could be called "game characters" were the armor that appeared suddenly, and Susie's armor in the shape of a big carrot? ?

...This seems to be different from the manipulation battle game he imagined.

I'm sorry, he really can't imagine the life of a rich man.

But the little boy's expression didn't look that happy. He picked up the neural connection device and looked at it, put it back in place, rubbed his eyes, and said to Susie: "I suddenly feel a little sleepy, you put the armor Take it away first, and come back when I want to play."

"Benny, you can still sleep for two hours and five minutes. Ms. Potts has updated her work plan. She will pick you up for dinner tonight." After Susie reported the progress gently, she politely opened the door and left, " As always, I'll be at the door for orders."

The eyes of the battle armor guarding the door also lit up, activated and manipulated by the artificial intelligence, and turned around to leave.

The door of the room was finally closed.

The curly-haired little boy no longer tried his best to maintain his expression. He lowered his head, huddled on the bed and hugged his knees, and pressed his lips tightly in grievance and self-blame. Tears finally swirled in his caramel-colored eyes. A: "..."

It wasn't until this moment that Benny suddenly felt that the similarity between him and this little boy was so high that he completely regained the sense of familiarity from this child.

That's him.

Without even guessing, Benny knew what the little boy was thinking right now.This little bean is too small, he still can't understand that Stark is complaining but showing off, he is sensitive for a moment and thinks that he has actually caused trouble to his father.Dad actually didn't think so about the happiness he enjoyed by sticking to others in the past.He's having fun, but he's actually making trouble.

Is it the sad feeling of having never been raised by parents, and suddenly one day finds out that you have parents, or is it worse to be so close to your parents, but suddenly find out that you have caused trouble in their eyes?

Benny didn't know.

He watched silently on the bed and buried his face between his knees, shrinking into a smaller ball, blaming himself for being so ashamed that he almost wanted to bury himself in the vanished child.There was an unsettling silence in the silent room.

"Woo..." Little Benny covered his eyes desperately, but the tears still fell out, so he could only wipe them off with the quilt indiscriminately, his nose was red from crying.The little boy stared blankly at the bed with red eyes, recalling the tone and appearance of his father's words over and over again.

'It's been more than three years... I haven't touched a battle armor since Benny was born. ''It's not easy for me to be free, baby radish wants to cling to me every day! '

So... so it was because of his birth that Dad never had time to touch the armor?Does the genius Tony Stark always have no time to work properly because he's stuck with Dad?Turns out he was such an annoyance to Dad...he's always been a...little nuisance.It's too bad he just realized it for the first time today.

The sad and inferior Benny bit his lip, not wanting to make a sound.

The little prince was no longer happy.

……

Benny, who was watching, sighed.

He can understand the thoughts of his young self, and he can also see Tony Stark's ostentatious tone, but he doesn't understand the combination of the two.Because Benny only knows that the future Tony Stark is a good father and will love him very much, but he doesn't know why Tony Stark would do this.

Doesn't Stark really find him annoying?

Now my young self is hiding in the room and crying secretly, which means that the smart housekeeper should not monitor the room.Benny could think of what he would do next—probably trying to avoid being clingy, refraining from causing trouble to Dad or something.Now that this situation is discovered, the sensitive little boy will definitely not allow himself to be like before.

Benny thought for a moment, and his thoughts froze.

But he finds it difficult, after all, his future self is only two or three years old?Three or four years old?Benny couldn't tell the specifics, he only knew that this little boy looked very small, would he have such strong self-control?

...Dream seems to want to understand Benny's guess, and the screen suddenly jumps.

The light outside the window has changed, the sun is setting, and it is a new evening.In the large living room, the little boy sat on the sofa without any abnormality, watching the steel battle armor and the big carrot battle armor fighting back and forth.The coffee table, tables and chairs that got in the way in the living room were temporarily moved aside, leaving enough space for them.

When the two big robots collided, they were full of anger, and the battle was extremely fierce.

The little boy looked at the battle in front of him, but he was a little absent-minded.The small nerve connection device was placed in his palm, and he was holding it tightly.From time to time, his eyes wanted to look at the entrance downstairs, but the little boy still forcibly held his breath, lowered his eyelashes sadly, and held back.

On the first floor of the laboratory, the women's battle armor on Tony Stark's table has been sprayed with bright purple spray paint and placed aside.The man with the mustache was busy splicing the parts, and before his eyes was another brand new semi-mechanical prototype, which he was obsessed with researching.

"Sure enough, he did that." Benny understood.

He could probably guess the ending, and he was so bored that he didn't want to continue watching this paragraph——

Because even he himself, he also knows how annoying his own sensitivity and overthinking are sometimes - when getting along with others, he always has to worry about stabbing his self-esteem inadvertently, which is troublesome to think about.Just because he can't change it doesn't mean he doesn't know how unbearable the situation is.

The dreamland jumped again.

It was still evening.The setting sun in winter always has a special sense of beauty. It sprinkles on the floor of the living room through the glass windows, and casts a shadow on the part of the floor that is not sprinkled.The little boy just sat obediently on the sofa, and his whole body happened to be caged in that shadow.

He also looked very silent today, watching cartoons on TV with his chin resting on his shoulders, and tried hard to keep his eyes from turning towards the stairs, but he still couldn't help asking anxiously: "...Susie , is Dad still busy?"

"Yes, Benny." The big carrot robot sat next to Benny and watched TV with him, and replied gently.

For the two artificial intelligences at home, the changes in the little master were not enough to cause them to call the police-because the little boy seemed to have suddenly become sensible and no longer chose to find Mr. Stark while he was working. play together.

"So this is the third night?" Benny thought about the time.

The dream also transferred to the laboratory as before.

The semi-mechanical shape in front of Tony Stark has been enlarged, and it looks like an animal-shaped mechanical bracket.He finally finished this stage, heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the cup on the table next to him, took a sip of coffee, and sat down listlessly on the chair.

The man with the mustache was completely depressed: "..."

The toy elephant made in the past two days is going very well.But because it went so smoothly, every time he finished his work, he felt a little lost, as if he had accidentally lost some handy parts.This illusion made Tony doubt his memory several times, and asked J to check the parts configuration for him several times.

Suspicious for a long time, he couldn't find out the reason. It seemed that he was thinking too much, but Tony just felt that something was missing.

"Sir." The smart butler can't help the master in this regard. He can only help to remind Stark to remember the memo or something that may be related. He can't really help the forgetful master to recall what he forgot. "Maybe Do you need a good night's sleep?"

"Eight hours a day, J, it can't be more enough. Even if I sleep another eight hours, it won't help my memory. Don't even think about it." Tony can guess what his butler is thinking at a glance.

"So, watch TV with Benny to relax your brain?" The smart housekeeper gently suggested another suggestion, "Maybe you will remember it after you relax. This is a suggestion for answering questions on the Internet."

"..." Tony lowered his eyes and stared at the floor, his expression finally froze for a moment.

Oops, baby carrot! !

As if enlightened, he suddenly remembered—isn’t it true that whenever he came to the laboratory these two days, Benny stopped coming to play with him.Without the little boy's harassment/harassment from time to time, no wonder he always feels that something is missing, and he can't get used to it at all? ?

The author has something to say: Tony: Oh oh oh... I forgot the cub? ?

Smart housekeeper: This is the standard father taking care of the children. Congratulations, Sir, you have not lost this quality in three years.

Tony: ... Lao Jia shut up! qwq