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"We should have a movie night every week!" Ned stuffed the last piece of potato chips into his mouth and suggested, "Your analysis of the plot of "The Shining" gave me a lot of new ideas."

"Turn every movie into a brainstorming topic?" Farr smiled. "Don't, Ned, I'm going to automatically avoid the option of 'seeing a movie' when I'm dating."

The word "dating" made Peter quietly prick up his ears.

Ned was surprised too, holding his empty snack bag and asking, "Fare, do you have a date yet?"

Did Val like Peter without knowing it?

"There will be." Farr ruffled Peter's hair.

Peter heard his heart pounding.

"Okay, boys, it's time for us to go to bed." Farr turned on the light. "We have to go to the science fair tomorrow, remember?"

There are only two bedrooms, and it is customary for Peter to share the bed with Farr, so Peter can only squeeze through the bathroom door while Ned brushes his teeth, circling back and forth in the small space, like chasing his own tail The little milk dog: "Is his answer just what I thought it meant?"

"Can you come up with a second answer?" Ned's mouth was full of foam, and his pronunciation was a little strange, "Ask yourself, Peter, does his affection for you make you suspect that he has another love in his heart? "

will not.

Peter replied to himself.

But, Peter said, "It's also possible he doesn't like anyone at all. And it's not like you'd say it, Ned."

"Really? Let alone high school students like us, even elementary school students will have someone they like?" Ned took out his mobile phone with the screen still on from his pocket, "As for the latter question, I googled it Just to provide you with a little technical support."

Peter genuinely doubts that his relationship is going to end for the worse with Ned's meddling.

The brown-haired boy thought he would not be able to fall asleep. He put his hands on his lower abdomen very stiffly since he lay on the bed. Farr laughed and joked: "Relax, are you my Sleeping Beauty Peter tonight?"

Peter covered his face with a pillow.

He imagined Farr's kiss—supposedly strawberry—from just the words "Sleeping Beauty."

In short, it must be sweet, Farr is sweet in everything.

It was he who had the sweetest jam jar, the tastiest honey candy, the fluffiest apple pie.

It was his most wanted dream come true.

The next day Peter woke up in the sunshine and the smell of frying bacon. A good night's sleep restored the boy's strength. He saw Farr's figure walking up and down the kitchen through the wide open door, and he hesitated for a few seconds. Hugging Farr's pillow and burying his face in it, he rolled around on the bed twice, sniffing the smell of the conditioner used by the blond boy.

"Oh boy." Ned passed by, shaking his head. "Fal, can I have an extra fried egg?"

Peter rolled over and sat up.

When they say they're going to a tech show, they usually mean the New York Museum of Science, located in Flushing Meadows-Corona Park in Queens, and now the only science and technology center in New York City.

As luck would have it for the three teenagers, there was even a nuclear test section in the public exhibit area this week.

"But we don't have much SI technology, and we couldn't keep up with this year's SE when we handed in our homework." Peter pressed the shutter, and the corner of his mouth, which was not blocked by the camera, twitched down, looking a little regretful.

"SI?" Farr confirmed that he didn't know what the acronym was.

"Stark Industries." Peter put down the camera, "Didn't I tell you? When I was a child at the Stark Expo, I saw Iron Man use the palm cannon up close. Mr. Stark saved me."

Farr narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is it the Stark Industries I know? Howard Stark...?"

He, James and Steve went to see that year, and that "future" was indeed called "Stark Expo".

"Yes, it was founded by old Mr. Stark." Peter blinked at the blond boy, "Why do you ask that, Farr? Will there be a second SI?"

Because it was the first time he heard "Stark Industries" in this parallel universe for so long.

Obviously this is not normal.

"I need to look up some more information, Peter." Farr looked around and pointed to the bench in front of the metal painting hanging on the right hand side of the gate, "I'll meet you and Ned in a while, okay?"

Peter stared into Val's blue eyes. "Whatever bothers you, I'm here, Val."

"I'll be back soon." Farr gave him a gentle smile.

Then he turned and walked to the bench that was neglected by people, took out his mobile phone and Googled "Stark Industries", the blond boy couldn't help knocking on his headset: "If there has been Stark Industries since I came to this parallel universe, There's no way I'm ignorant. Ball, I've hit a fusion in progress?"

"After all, who wouldn't know your ex-boyfriend Tony Stark?" Qiuqiu complained, "Yes, this is a normal operation in the fusion of the universe."

"All of them? Gradually change people's memories, what else?" Farr saw on the wiki that the old Stark couple died in a car accident before Christmas that year, supposedly because of a brake problem.After Tony inherited Stark Industries, the first thing he did was to buy the company that had the defective brake system and fix the design flaws - he didn't want others to lose their loved ones because of the same problem as him.

Farr looked at a photo of Tony Stark with steel blue eyes on his phone: "He's not my Tony."

"There are still some special places that will be merged into the same earth." Qiuqiu had an obvious pause, "Most of them are not now. The one who saved Peter is not the one whose parents died. This is too complicated to explain. You You just need to know that after the fusion is complete, it will be your ex-boyfriends."

"...and this day is getting closer and closer." Fall put the phone back into his jacket pocket, got up and went to find Peter and Ned.

Ned had a "saved" expression when he saw the blond boy: "Fare!"

The other visitors glanced at the child more or less, Ned hurriedly lowered his voice and spoke very fast, "Peter was bitten by a spider that doesn't know if it is poisonous, should we accompany him to the hospital now? check?"

"Yes." Judging from Peter's soul, it shouldn't be a big problem. Farr put his arm around Peter's shoulder and asked, "Where is the wound? How do you feel now? Do you remember what kind of spider it is?"

Peter put the back of his hand in front of the blond boy, and there was nothing abnormal except that the skin around the wound was a little red: "Don't worry, Farr, I just hurt a little bit when I was bitten, and I don't feel any more now. .”

Farr held Peter's fingers, and in Peter's eyes all of Farr's movements slowed down.

The boy's slightly curly blond hair fell down first because of the movement of his head down, which prevented Peter from seeing Farr's expression.But when the other party's soft and warm lips kissed his wound like rose petals, Peter felt as if his whole body had been struck by a bolt of lightning.

And then a slight tingling brought Peter's thoughts back to him—Fall just sucked out a little blood for him.

"It's red, it shouldn't be poisonous." Farr gently wiped the blood on the back of Peter's hand with a handkerchief. Peter stared at the blood on the blond boy's lips and suddenly understood why some directors of thrillers prefer blond beauties with blood plasma.

If there's a face like Farr's, it's art.

And now, he has some, bad thoughts about Farr.

Ned silently handed an unopened bottle of mineral water to Farr: "The restroom is on the left, Farr. Go and rinse your mouth first, and then we'll take Peter to the hospital."

"I don't want to go to the hospital. I don't think it's a problem." Peter softened his voice. "Fare, I want to go home directly."

Farr: "...I will watch you, at least overnight."

So Peter called home again and said he would stay at Farr's tonight to discuss homework.Ned insisted that according to this development, his two friends should talk in the next second, so he didn't want to stay at the scene of their confession.

……

This decision resulted in a sleepless night for both of them.

No, it's not because of Peter's ideas, the brown-haired boy only dared to think about it, and he had the courage to try to put it into practice at least when he was in college.

In the beginning, when Fal ordered takeout and wanted to seek Peter's advice, Peter fell asleep on his side on the sofa in a daze.

The blond boy had to unilaterally decide to order two burgers, one of which was double cheese.Then put a blanket over Peter and planned to put his boy to sleep for an hour or so.

But Peter didn't respond to his call and fell asleep until the evening. Farr carefully observed Peter's soul, and then checked with the world consciousness: "Is my sister doing anything?"

"Don't be with me! - Aww! Get out of here - during the fight! - Don't hit your face - find me!" The world consciousness gritted its teeth, "She didn't. He's fine. Goodbye, Father Law."

Farr took a book and sat at the other end of the sofa, reading while waiting for Peter to wake up.

The big problem comes after waking up: Peter, quite normally, props himself up on the couch with his hands, and when he reaches for the burger Farr hands him, he finds his palms stuck to the couch.

Peter looked at Farr in panic: "Farr? What's wrong with me?"

He tore off the leather sofa and jumped onto the ceiling.

"Take a deep breath, sweetheart. We'll figure out what happened to you, okay?" Farr looked up at the brown-haired boy.

Peter's baby voice was already crying: "Why did I become like this? Is it because of that spider?"

"I promise I'll figure it out, Peter, Peter, look at me." Val spread his arms. "I promise you, you'll be fine. Can you make yourself jump into my arms?"

"No! Farr, stay away from me! What if I hurt you?" Peter didn't dare to move at all, "I've become a monster now!"

The brown-haired boy kept looking towards the window, and Farr immediately understood what his boy was thinking.

"Trust me, don't struggle, okay?" Farr snapped his fingers, letting Peter float into his arms and hug him tightly, "Look, now we're each other's little monsters.—Of course, I'd rather say , you are my Peter."

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After procrastinating, I feel that the ending of this chapter is not very good, so I slightly repaired it qwq