Harry sat on the stool next to the bar, letting the pot cook by itself, thinking hard and worrying.
He doesn't know why, but his life always seems to be full of mysteries and mysteries. Look, he just learned the truth ten years ago, and now Peter has given him another answer that he needs, and he is still so... sensitive.
Charles once told Harry that children can discover many things that adults cannot, so never underestimate children... Harry now realized that what Charles said was absolutely right. If it weren't for Nina, he probably wouldn't have discovered the obvious clues at all.
Peter looks very much like Erik.
Peter was extremely concerned about Erik's affairs, and immediately panicked when he knew he was in this house.
Yes, they are two different people, their personalities are even completely different, and their mutant abilities are not even related... But they are similar. If you draw Erik and Peter as sketches, and then superimpose the lines of one on the other, Then everyone will find that 80% of those lines will overlap.
The remaining 20%, and probably 15%, are the traces left by time on Erik.
As for the fact that mutant abilities are not relevant, according to Hank's research, the chance that parents can pass on abilities to their children is extremely low. Rather, in this regard, it is more likely that powerful parents will give birth to stronger mutant abilities. children. However, we do not rule out the possibility that relatives who are not directly related by blood may have similar mutations.
——So Erik and Peter are related by blood, for sure.
After coming to a conclusion, Harry reorganized his thinking: Okay, so this point has been determined, then, what kind of blood relationship is it?
brother? Cousins? Or is it a product of □□? Or something a little more bizarre...uh, test tube products? Harry couldn't help but start making random guesses.
'Anyway, Peter must know. 'This suddenly occurred to Harry. 'Otherwise he wouldn't have reacted so strongly. '
But there was no use thinking about it. If Peter doesn't want to say anything, Harry feels that he shouldn't interfere because it's Peter's desire. Even if he is a mind reader and Peter's friend, he should respect Peter's wishes.
The stewed rice in the pot came to a boil. Harry threw some shredded cheese into it, then closed the lid again, letting the delicious aroma emerge from the pot.
As he backed away from there, he took out a can of milk from the refrigerator. Just when he put it to his mouth, he felt a gust of wind blowing past him, and not a drop of milk was left.
Harry stared at the empty milk jug, then raised his head, concentrated for a few seconds, and then angrily called the perpetrator's name out the window.
"peter!"
"Hi harry."
Another gust of wind blew by, and Harry felt a heavy weight on his back, and the silver-haired young man's arm wrapped around his neck.
"What are you doing? It smells much better than what my mother made, I think." Peter said relaxedly, holding a piece of cake that came from nowhere in his hand, "I'm hungry, is there anything else to eat?"
Harry: "Are you back from your walk?"
"Oh, yes, yes, I came back from a walk," Peter said, biting off a corner of the cake while looking at the kitchen ceiling, "I went to Italy and came back after drinking a cup of coffee. The coffee there is always good. It's the best, you know - oh, if I had known better I would have bought some sandwiches at the cafe, I'm so hungry right now I could eat a cow."
Harry was speechless about "taking a walk from the United States to Italy". However, for Peter, whose amount of exercise and consumption far exceeds that of ordinary people, it is really important to have something to eat, so he found a few apples for Peter.
"Wait a little longer," Harry pointed to the pot, "the stew will be ready - we have a Thanksgiving dinner tonight, so you can't eat too much. Uh, speaking of this, you're here to celebrate Thanksgiving. Then your mother..."
Harry remembered that only Peter and his mother lived in that house, and they basically had no relatives to interact with, and Peter's mother did not allow Peter to have too much contact with the outside world.
"She recently got a boyfriend - so I thought I shouldn't ruin their first Thanksgiving date tonight." Peter felt quite uncomfortable talking about this, but he pretended to be relaxed, "Well , you know...my mother is still quite young, even if she gets remarried, it doesn't matter, many people are pursuing her."
"She is very beautiful," Harry said cogently, and at the same time held back his temptation, and instead joked: "If you were a girl and looked like your mother, maybe many people would pursue her."
"...Who knows," Peter lowered his voice, "I heard that I have a sister who looks like my mother, or is very similar to my mother, and is more beautiful than my mother——"
"'I heard' that I have a sister?" Harry said in surprise, tilting his head to look at Peter, "What do you mean by 'hearing'?"
"Ah, well, I just listened to what others said." Peter reached out to lift the lid of the pot with a normal expression, looked at the bubbling stew inside, and took a deep breath, "It was like that... you know, at that time... My mom couldn't live with two kids. So my sister, my twin who was born the same day, was sent away, and I haven't seen her even once to this day."
"Have you ever thought about meeting her?" Harry asked cautiously. He thought it would be a gentler question to start with.
"Maybe." Peter sat at the bar stool nearby, pouting unconsciously, tilting his head, and said in a long tone: "I mean, that's my sister, or a twin sister, right? Twins-- —Children. She might look a lot like me, have the same tastes as me. Maybe we like the same TV show, the same brand of shoes, or have no idea about daddy stuff, but maybe she will like me or not. I like the guy she likes but also the hot girl she doesn't like... anyway, that might be interesting, we are the same but different, harry, I mean, I'm curious about her... if this is called 'want to meet' Her' words."
"You can ask dad to help you." Harry turned off the fire under the stew pot. "He can find your sister by looking for students. Why don't you tell him, Peter?"
Peter shrugged and spread his hands: "I didn't know what he used to find students ten years ago - he could still walk at that time, and like I said, he could also beat up... Nina's father. .”
"Oh, stop, I remembered," Harry handed Peter two plates and motioned for him to help put them on, with a dreamy expression on his face, "That sounds exciting, it's unbelievable! My dad is upstairs right now. , Do you want to go find him now? But Uncle Erik is taking care of him... I think the two of them will never have conflicts in their lives. Did they really fight? "
Peter laughed out loud: "That's funny - I thought he was a good-tempered person, but he punched him without saying a word... You said they were up there? What's wrong with Charles?"
"He has a bit of a cold." Harry said this quite helplessly, and he took the bowl that Peter handed him. "Aunt Raven said that he seemed to have overexpected it because he was looking forward to today. He drank wine and was enjoying the breeze on the balcony last night. When Uncle Erik came, It’s over.”
"past?"
"Sit down and take care of me."
Harry didn't know what information Peter wanted to get from here, so he had to tell the truth: "For example, reading to him, pinching his quilt corners, strictly controlling his diet, taking care of him when he is sick, etc..."
"...I think I need to help you carry this plate of stew."
After hearing these words, Peter suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, rolled his eyes upwards, and said with an active expression, "I don't want to miss this. Although they come a little slowly, maybe I can go up and take a look now."
After saying that, he grabbed the plate of stew from Harry's hand and disappeared before the boy could react.
Harry:...? ? ?
…………
"I smell risotto."
Charles suddenly said, "Did you smell it, Erik?"
Erik originally thought he had fallen asleep, but he lowered his head and met Charles's blue eyes. He swallowed and inadvertently said, "Harry cooked stew for you. Obviously, he has finished it now."
"Oh, really? I love him so much." Charles chuckled in a low voice, with pride in his words, "I have a son with great craftsmanship, are you envious of him, Erik?"
"I have to say, your son's craftsmanship is much better than yours," Erik put a pillow behind him who was sitting up and replied softly, "Aren't you ashamed?"
"I'm proud of it and enjoy it very much." Charles replied.
Then there was a banging sound from the half-closed door. But what surprised Erik was that it was not Harry's voice, but a young man's voice.
"Hey Charles? Can I come in? Is this a good time for me to come in?"
The young man asked outside the door, his voice sounded familiar to Erik, and Charles already responded happily:
"Peter? Of course, please come in!" He said enthusiastically, "I'm glad you're here!"
"Peter?" Eric asked in a low voice.
"Well, do you still remember the kid who fished you out ten years ago? I mentioned it in the email." Charles quickly replied to him in a low voice. After speaking, he raised his head and faced a plate of Italian stew. Peter smiled, "Have I ever said I miss you, Peter? I have never welcomed you so much!"
Erik raised his eyebrows.
"Are you welcoming the stew or are you welcoming me?" Erik saw the silver-haired young man put the stew aside, and then joked with Charles, extremely lively, "What did you do, Charles? What did you do again?" Did you drink too much and climbed up to the roof to sing? Does your head still hurt? Why do I see you differently every time I come here?"
This is a very fashionable young man - silver jacket, silver hair, silver goggles. After reading this, all the impressions of this young man emerged in Erik's mind, because ten years ago he I have met this young man. The color of his outfit has not changed much now, but there is no doubt that the boy who was only sixteen or seventeen years old at the time has grown taller and stronger and has become an adult.
"Maybe it's because we're going to have a great Thanksgiving dinner tonight," Charles stretched out his hand from the quilt and patted Erik on the shoulder, "Come meet Erik, Peter, I know you've already met, but that's already It happened ten years ago, and I think it's time for you to get to know each other again. Erik, this is Peter, I believe you won't forget him - you met him when he was a child."
Charles said with an emphasis.
"Of course I haven't forgotten." Erik stood up, ignoring his knees that were sore from sitting for a long time. He stretched out his hand to Peter and said casually, "I'm glad to see you again, Peter - I think I forgot last time. Let’s say thank you.”
Erik noticed that the young man's attitude became much more restrained when he turned to him.
Was it because the impression I had left on him before was too fierce? Erik tries to remember what he was like ten years ago.
"Hello." Peter took hold of Erik's outstretched hand, shook it quickly and then withdrew. Then he habitually touched the back of his neck and turned his head around, "Well, actually, that's nothing. , I believe my ability is common to you - I read some reports later so I know who you are - it is not difficult for me, and it is also quite exciting."
"Not everyone has the ability and courage to rescue me from there." Erik said sincerely. He saw the discomfort of this young man. Thinking about what a smart man he was, he said especially gently, "No one can do what you do without the wisdom to use your unique abilities flexibly."
"Whatever you say," Peter muttered, turning around and shrugging to relieve his nervousness, "then thank you for your comment? Speaking of which, have you stayed with Charles all these years? Don't care, I'm just curious. … Your relationship didn’t seem to be very good at the time, but it seems to be fine now.”
"No," Erik was a little surprised, but still replied, "We are friends, but even if we are friends, we won't stay together all day."
"Then why can Hank do it?" Peter asked.
"Because Hank is the teacher here," Charles continued, "and this is a school, Peter - speaking of which, will you stay longer this time?"
"Maybe," Peter scratched the back of his head, "My mother has been busy dating her boyfriend recently... so I have a lot of free time. She is not so strict with me anymore. I think I can have more time to go out and play."
"No one can control you as long as you don't want to." Erik said, "Your mother... is very strict with you?"
He immediately thought of some special parents - for example, Bobby's parents. Charles told him that his parents could not accept their son's uniqueness. In order for Bobby to study here smoothly, Charles had to change their memories. Lie to them that Bobby was accepted into a school for gifted students.
"Oh no, no, no... it's not that strict." Peter immediately waved his hands and denied, "She just doesn't want me to go out - because I always run too fast, and I couldn't control this when I was a child, and I always made trouble. A lot of trouble, it’s not her fault, she just doesn’t want me to get into trouble.”
Even though she usually complains about her mother's behavior, the first person to defend her is Peter, her son.
Erik looked at the young man who hurriedly explained in amusement: "Calm down, Peter, I don't mean anything else - but it seems you have a mother who loves you."
"Ah, yes, yes, she...I mean, even if she is very nagging, she is still my mother." Peter muttered, "Even if she is very strict with me and always scolds me and tells me not to go out, now And I have a new boyfriend...that's about it anyway."
This is a very open-minded child. Erik commented in his mind.
But at this time, he suddenly remembered something.
"charles?"
"Hmm, Erik?" Charles had been watching the two people talking with interest and eating risotto. Now when he heard Erik's question, he put down his spoon, "What's the matter?"
"Have you ever found anyone with the same abilities as me? When we first met, Peter once told me," Erik looked at Peter with a little interest, "His mother once knew a man who manipulated metal. people..."
Peter's face suddenly stiffened.
Cold sweat immediately fell down on his invisible back.
The alarm bells in his heart rang loudly, reminding him——Big crisis, Peter, big crisis! !
Peter's face was calm, but he was desperately thinking about some topics in his mind, trying to divert the current topic. No matter what, this topic cannot be discussed in depth now. It is too troublesome, and Peter thinks he is not ready yet.
"...Dad? Can you excuse me?"
It was Harry who saved Peter.
Oh, yes! Peter cheered inwardly and praised Harry, after all, he appeared at the right time.
"What's the matter, dear?" Charles said immediately.
"You should go down and have a look," Harry adjusted his glasses. "A lady wants to come up to see you, but the people below are divided on this request..."
"What?" Charles asked in confusion, and at the same time he rolled out of bed, but was stopped by Erik, "Madam? Who is it? Why do they have half-hearted opinions - when did they have different opinions on this kind of thing?"
"I think you should know her, although I haven't seen her." Harry said, "Her name is Moira Mactaggert. Aunt Raven doesn't think she should come up, but Sean seems to have invited her to spend Thanksgiving with us. Now everyone They all have different opinions, one for aunt, one for sean, and I..." He said awkwardly, "To be honest, I don't know this lady, and I don't have any good or bad opinions about her."
So he was almost squeezed by both sides.
Erik couldn't stay silent immediately.
"Who?" he asked almost gloomily, his voice rising unconsciously, "Moira Mactaggert? Why is she here?"
"Moria is here?" In sharp contrast to Erik, Charles' cheerful speech was, "That's great. I didn't expect her to come and celebrate the festival with us - we have to go down to entertain her right away. Harry, can you help us make tea?" ?"
He turned over and started to rummage through the trunk for clothes, ignoring Erik's glare.
Harry unfortunately discovered that the temperature of the room seemed to drop within a second.
The author has something to say: There is no doubt that the next chapter is Shura Field...
I'm so sleepy, I need to go to bed otz I smoked three Qingji and two grass today... I don't know why I can't smoke anything else... I already have five Ugly Girls, why? ? The dream-eating tapir is so ugly...
I want a good-looking otz...
Happy belated Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone! !
