"I don't understand."
Holding a plate of sliced fruit in his hand, Harry said in Peter's head in confusion, "Why are you covering my eyes, Peter?"
"This...this situation is hard for me to describe!"
Peter hugged the boy tightly from behind and covered his eyes. Both eyes were wide open. The surprised expression on his face was so exaggerated that it was as if he wrote "I'm almost shocked to death" written there, "Anyway, This is not the time for you to see it now! Oh my God! What kind of holiday is today, what kind of medicine did he take wrongly!"
"Don't think I can't understand you when you speak in German!" Harry shouted angrily in his mind, "I can speak three languages!!"
"Then why do you have to be so knowledgeable? You are only eleven years old, so you can't reach this point. What am I telling you? By the way, disconnect my brain connection, hurry up!" Peter felt that his language system was going to be confused. , while he covered the boy's eyes tightly, he moved his own eyes hard towards the door. He really wanted to take another look, but his instinct told him that he couldn't look at it anymore. If you look at it, the people inside will definitely know what they are doing. Peter firmly believes that even if he rushed in at that time, knelt down, hugged the thighs of those two people and called daddy, he would be finished! ! And he also has an underage little brother here!
'Why can't they close the door? ! ' He thought a little horrified, but also a little excited, 'Oh, but that means they are finally making progress? After ten years of their neglect? I knew I wasn't thinking about it at that time, I was so smart! But what do they call it? Too much foreshadowing? Will they have to kiss each other until they die and then both miss dinner? '
Pain came from his hand, waking him up. Peter looked down and saw the boy looking at him with those beautiful green eyes in shock - Harry looked at him in shock, still biting his hand.
Oh, what the hell!
Peter quickly let go of his hand - he almost choked Harry to death.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to do it," Harry apologized with a blush on his face, "but I really can't breathe..."
Peter raised his hands to indicate that he was okay: "No, no, no, this is my problem, it's me who should say sorry - but please, please keep your voice down now, Harry, I don't want us both to be thrown out together."
"Why?" Harry asked doubtfully, lowering his voice, "What are they doing? What did you see?"
What did you see? good question. Peter thought this was extremely ironic - why was he the one who saw this outside? This is so embarrassing!
An extremely embarrassed expression appeared on Peter's face.
"What's wrong with you? What are you embarrassed about?" Harry asked sensitively.
Smart children are often particularly sensitive at critical moments, which gives Peter a headache.
Peter knew that after learning such a secret, seeing 'that' scene, and even showing off to Harry, if he spreads bad information to minors again... Peter felt that he might not survive tomorrow.
For Peter, if something cannot be solved, run quickly to find a solution, or run away quickly without solving it - temporarily.
So he thought for a moment and shushed the boy. Harry looked at him in confusion, and then found that he was airborne again——
——Peter picked up the boy and ran wildly across the road in the next second, as if he was chasing death, without a moment's hesitation or pause.
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Fortunately, the slight noises made by the children did not affect Charles and Erik at all.
The kiss was gentle and touchable, but it was also charming and irresistible.
Both Charles and Erik have had kissing experiences - Charles has always been the darling of girls in college, even though his pick-up skills were criticized by Raven as useless, but, oh, who can refuse him and his blue eyes?
If Charles wants to kiss someone, Erik firmly believes that no matter who that person is, he or she will not refuse.
He is charming, the most charming he always is. His smile, his voice, his face, his gentleness, his thoughtfulness, his intelligence... If Erik were asked to count, he could count more than fifty advantages about Charles. But this had nothing to do with him kissing Charles, not at all. He wanted to kiss Charles just because it was Charles, and he could never stop longing for Charles.
He could never stop loving Charles. That was almost one of the few fires in Erik's heart - dangerous, warm, and bright. If it was really called sex, Erik would rather smile and be burned to ashes by this fire. And this love when Charles did not reject his kiss, It burst into flames almost immediately.
God knows at that moment, he almost jumped up and thanked God, even though he was an atheist, and so was Charles.
What Erik didn't know was that at this moment, Charles almost wanted to thank God.
"Oh my...god."
It was just a light touch, but Charles felt like he couldn't breathe. He almost completely squeezed Eric's hand at that moment, their fingers intertwined, extremely intimate, and the warmth was transmitted to each other, "I don't dare Believe I got a kiss just like that.”
It was obvious that Erik had refused to give him a kiss.
"This is amazing, Erik," Charles whispered in Erik's ear, "Why would you even think of giving me a kiss?"
The voice brushed against Erik's ears accompanied by his breath, but it fanned the flame in his heart.
"Because I've always wanted to give you a kiss." Erik looked at Charles's intertwined hands and replied softly, as if in sleep, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" Charles said, "You know I will never blame you."
"Give you a kiss." Eric said. He almost didn't dare to look into Charles's eyes at this moment. He was afraid that he would do something more extreme soon, and Eric didn't want to become a crazy person for love, at least. Now it's not, "And, I know you don't blame me."
He also knew why Charles didn't refuse the kiss - he and Charles had known each other for many years, and the answer had always been there, but he refused to touch it, for fear that if he moved more, the answer would be like the beautiful things in his life. Completely wiped out, along with Charles.
No, you can't say that. Erik couldn't accept losing Charles - not even the thought of it.
"I thought you were sorry for never giving me a kiss." Charles said easily, holding Erik's face with his other hand, asking him to raise his head and look into those forbearing green eyes. Charles' heart almost Tenderness turned into a puddle of hot water, "Erik, all I can say is that it's a pity that today is not Christmas, and I don't have the habit of hanging parsley in the room."
Erik almost stopped breathing when he heard these words that were similar to ridicule but full of implications.
——Legend has it that lovers who kiss while standing under the pavilion will stay together forever.
And when he looked at Charles in disbelief, the temperature on the latter's face could almost be said to be boiling hot. It seemed that it was still difficult for him to say this, but that was not the point, at least not. erik's point.
"You're an asshole, Erik," Charles laughed bitterly, holding Erik's face in his hands, "Why are you willing to give me a kiss, but never want to stay?"
Erik put his forehead on Charles's head. He wanted to twitch the corners of his mouth and put on a smile that felt lucky. He was happy, almost ecstatic, but at the same time, this problem made him painful. Incessantly.
This meant that he could no longer normalize this issue with Charles.
There has always been a layer of paper between him and Charles, and Erik has always been the one dedicated to maintaining it - it is not a villain that separates them, but a wall that Erik built to protect Charles.
He was afraid of hurting Charles, he was afraid of losing Charles, and what he feared most was——
"——Because I'm afraid." Erik also stretched out his hands, gently covered Charles's eyes, and whispered, "I'm afraid that you will become unlucky because of me."
"The greatest misfortune in my life is that you once took my sister and abandoned me." Charles also replied softly, "I firmly believe that it was a nightmare and I must wake up."
"If I had been in your life," Erik said bitterly, "I doubt your life would have turned into a nightmare."
"Nonsense," Charles held his hand, "That's wrong - my life would be the most imperfect without you, Erik. Speaking of which, do you really need me to continue saying these words? "
"You can stop saying these words completely, you don't need comfort..." After seeing Charles' insistent eyes, Erik was defeated and said, "...Okay, I just want to say...I hope you are happy. .”
"You know what you'd better do now?" Charles's smile deepened.
"What?" Eric asked softly.
Charles smiled and moved closer, with a strong aura.
"Stop talking that nonsense, Erik, and kiss me again."
Why on earth do people like Erik exist in the world? He thought so.
Strong, sensitive, but quite fragile in some aspects - but he is strong, nothing will break him down, he is like a hard wall, stubborn and cold, but only in Charles When she reached out to touch him, she automatically opened a small opening to let him pass through, but she was worried and unwilling to let him get close, always fearing that she would hit Charles.
But even so, Charles also knew that he was Eric, a gentle man with a heart full of love. This became unquestionable when Eric kissed him again.
That kiss that was inevitable and couldn't help falling was not the result of force, not the product of alcohol, not a trophy that was confused by beauty, nor was it the beginning of sex.
Both of them knew that that kiss was a yearning from the bottom of their hearts, he wanted to touch him, and he wanted to touch him, and it was born for the purpose of exchanging each other's breath and temperature——
——That kiss represents love.
………………
Harry sat on the sofa.
Within a few minutes, they reached a place familiar to both Harry and Peter. At first, Harry thought Peter would take him downstairs, pretending that nothing had happened, but when he came to his senses, he was already standing in the basement where Peter lived, holding his dizzy head.
Peter rubbed his hands and paced uneasily in front of Harry, while Harry was placed on the sofa by him. This scene made both of them feel strangely familiar - only later did Harry remember that he had fallen in Peter's room. Peter also arranged him in this way.
He didn't know why, but this made him feel inexplicably at ease. But isn't this a little too weird? Harry thought.
"Listen, Harry, I know you have a lot of questions to ask me," Peter stopped moving at high speed after thinking anxiously. He folded his arms and squatted down to look at Harry levelly, "You have questions, right? I I'm sure you have a lot of questions - including the scene just now, but you have to know that their posture doesn't necessarily have to be...well, do you understand?"
"I didn't see anything," Harry said inexplicably and confused, "Did they really start fighting?"
But there was no sound in the room! Harry thought he had sensitive ears, but he heard nothing except vague human voices.
"You don't care if they're no more than two inches apart and they're looking at each other talking and they're fighting?" And super affectionate? Peter thought a little numbly, "Or...are they holding hands?"
That's more than just holding hands, Peter thought.
Those two people couldn't wait to interlock their fingers openly. At the end of time, anyone who wants to take away the other's hand will be tortured by being shot for ten minutes - maybe by this time they have already appeared in front of everyone. in front of me.
"Well, I think I need to tell you something first." Peter forced himself to smile and whispered.
Harry held the hot water that Peter had just poured for him and nodded his little head to show that he understood.
"Listen, I know you are definitely interested in...Erik," Peter tried to make his voice sound more relaxed, because Harry was looking at him with a look of 'I know you're not feeling well and I'm worried about you', "and I, yes, have a little relationship with me, Peter... and we have a very close relationship, and I pay too much attention to him."
Harry nodded again, lowered his head and pretended to drink water, buried his face in the quilt, and whispered tentatively: "Nina said you look a lot alike."
"Oh, really?" Peter spread his hands, a little surprised, "I-I have never felt like this."
"You are very similar," Harry said gently, "and I think Nina is right. If Uncle Erik were younger and his hair was dyed your color, you would look like biological brothers standing together."
"Okay..." Peter raised his head - Harry found that whenever Peter had something he didn't want to say, he would look up at the sky and hesitate, "He... what I want to say first is that he and I look similar. It should be."
Harry nodded, thought for a moment, and then said cautiously: "If you think it's not the time yet, then you don't need to tell me, Peter, this is your a**, and I won't ask questions - even if it's dad, he I won’t explore your secrets casually.”
"I," Peter stammered, scratching his head and whispered, "Actually... he is my father."
Harry: "………………"
Harry: "...What? Who? Who are you talking about——"
"Erik," Peter interrupted Harry's question with an emphasis, and said a little incoherently, "Erik, that is, Nina's father, I... he is my father, in fact."
Harry instinctively made relationship substitutions in his head - uncle erik is peter's father - nina's father is peter's father - then nier is a brother and sister relationship - peter is uncle erik's son?
When the relationship returned to the way Peter described it at the beginning, the expression on Harry's face finally changed from blank to shocked, and the shock was no worse than when he learned that 'Sirius Black was innocent' Small, not even an inch.
"...Why doesn't he know?" Harry found that he could still ask questions, "You saved him, and he met you ten years ago, why does he act like, well, he doesn't know anything now? "
What to say about this news... it shocked Harry, but it also made him feel that 'this is how it should be'. He guessed that maybe he had come to this conclusion before, but because the possibility was slim, his reason put this answer Hidden deep in his heart.
But thinking about it carefully, Harry felt that maybe he was wrong - this answer should actually be considered the most likely, and now, it has successfully become the correct answer, the only one.
Peter shrugged pretending to be indifferent and winked at him, trying to make Harry less nervous: "Well, not every man will know that he is a father after dating a woman - you know they are always a bit adult. Behavior is right, I think you know this - after my mother broke up with him, she never told him about this... these things."
Harry asked in disbelief: "Didn't you say anything? No test?"
"Nothing," Peter said, "Including the whereabouts of my sister, or my existence, I am a mutant and I have been kept at home by her and asked not to be seen... Anyway, he doesn't know. I I feel like he doesn’t remember my mom at all. Those things were too long ago, and you see, I’m an adult now, and it’s been so long that no one knows this.”
"...and you knew this all the time but didn't tell him anything?" Harry looked at Peter. Until now, looking at that face, he still found it difficult to associate it with adulthood: this face never lacked highlights and was always energetic for him. Peter could often use this face to make various expressions that made Harry The urge to laugh out loud, but as an adult? Mature person? No, it makes Peter still look like a young man, no more than eighteen or ever eighteen.
And Harry had a hard time judging how far back those events were based on Peter's age——
"Well, what I can tell you is," Peter sat down next to him, probably tired from squatting, "at least this matter - I mean he broke up with my mother and my mother got pregnant with me. Sister - this happened before he and Charles met. I asked Hank about it, and he was so good at using words. I just made up a reason and he believed it." He lay on the back of the sofa like he was venting, " This is awesome,” he muttered.
"What reason?"
I said that I saw Erik looking at Charles's face in a daze while sleeping - and then the big blue guy said everything.
Peter originally planned to tell the truth, but looking at the boy's immature and young face, a sense of guilt arose spontaneously.
Maybe it's not a good behavior to lead a child in such a bad way.
"Well, I don't think you need to know this," Peter pretended that it wasn't important and brushed it off lightly, "And I even forgot about it!"
"That's why you...reacted that way." Harry thought of Peter's expression and panic at that time, and when he linked it to this reason, he felt that everything was almost answered, but there was one question he didn't quite understand, "Why didn't you Tell him... okay, I understand this, but Peter, why do you seem to... really, how should I say, care about him, but are very unwilling to face him? "
"I'm willing to face him," Peter tilted his lips and said dryly, "I just don't know how to deal with him! I haven't had a father for many years and I only found out recently that I met him ten years ago. When I learned this, I almost jumped off the building to see if I was dreaming."
"Why?!" Harry didn't understand even more.
"He was locked up in the Pentagon at that time. He was a criminal, and he intended to... do some bad things." Peter was a little impatient when he said this. He bit his thumb and said in distress, "No, no, no, I can't tell you this. , Charles may not want you to know this yet."
"..." Harry was speechless, "I will always know, Peter."
"That's not what I told you. I don't want to cause trouble!" Peter insisted.
"Okay." Harry was indeed not very interested. After all, today is Thanksgiving, and this kind of topic shouldn't come up today. He changed his mind and asked Peter, "Then Peter - if you don't mind me asking, If so - do you have any plans to tell him now?"
"Tell who?" Peter asked knowingly.
"Uncle Erik, that's your father," Harry felt very strange after saying this, "Well, that means you are Nina's brother... Do you plan to recognize them?"
How amazing, Harry thought. He became very close to Nina because of a letter she wrote, and now he and Nina's brother have also formed a friendship because he suddenly fell into his house, and they are also very close to each other, although there is time in it. It has something to do with the converter, but it all seems to have a bit of a sense of fate, especially Peter - why was he the one who saved Erik ten years ago?
Harry knew very well that if it wasn't for unconditional trust and a good relationship, Peter would never tell him such a secret. How to deal with a child was nothing to Peter, but Peter chose to tell him.
This made Harry become a little happy amidst the remaining shock.
"I don't know," Peter said, "I don't know what he means yet... I don't know what he will think of his sudden extra son."
"Uncle Erik is a very nice person," Harry said very pertinently. "He loves Nina very much and is also a very good father - he is even very kind to me. He seems to like children very much."
"That's because you are all like angels, cute and sensible, Harry!" Peter sighed almost worriedly, "Look at me, I'm past the age where I can hold his thigh and act coquettishly! And my ability is not... …very powerful.”
"But you saved him with your ability," Harry tried to cheer him up. "My father also often said that there are no weak abilities, only weak people! And he also has a very good impression of you, Peter, you don't have to Worry about that.”
Peter continued to sigh: "And Nina -" he said almost in a panic, "I don't know that I have a sister, and I don't know if I can be a good brother! Maybe she doesn't want a brother at all. Or maybe she doesn't want a brother at all. Maybe she thinks I’m not like a brother and I’m stealing her father——”
Harry reached out helplessly and pulled him: "Stop, stop - what you said is impossible!"
He paused: "Nina said she likes you."
Peter's eyes lit up immediately.
"real?"
"Really," Harry joked, "I feel a little uncomfortable - but I think you must be a very good brother, Peter, you will be, and Nina, to be honest, living alone with her father is too It’s so lonely and she needs a new family.”
"Oh -" Peter let out an unexplained exclamation and smacked his lips, "I think the days of loneliness are almost over, um - do you really think I will be a good brother?" He looked at Harry and said in his tone Have some expectations.
Harry nodded heavily, and his hair was cut in the next second.
"I will be a good brother - I will try my best, although I don't know how to be a good brother."
He heard Peter whisper seriously.
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"I'm sorry, actually I really don't want to disturb your interest - but I have to ask, has any of you seen Harry?"
Jean snapped his fingers, and the sound passed through the loud music and harsh noises in the living room and reached every student's head.
This made them all stop what they were doing, turn their heads together, and neatly answer Jean, who was wearing an apron and holding a spoon.
"No!"
During this, Scott frowned and added a question: "What's wrong with him? Shouldn't Harry be in the kitchen?"
"No, he's gone." Jean shook his head, shaking his rare ponytail, "He said he was going to ask Peter about his taste and then——"
With a ding-dong sound, the doorbell rang. John jumped up and walked over there: "It seems they didn't know why they left the door?"
"No," Jean said calmly, "Harry has a key and doesn't need a key."
What she said was right, because the moment John opened the door, he was greeted by a huge surprise! ! ! ! ! 'The noise made my eardrums hurt.
“Hey guys – surprise!!!!”
The little blue devil walked in happily, opened his arms and hugged John, even though he had a bottle of wine in each hand. Then he ran in happily, hugged everyone, and received a quite warm greeting. and hug back.
Warren, who had white wings that couldn't be retracted, in sharp contrast to Kurt, followed behind and walked in with a stinky face.
"Look who is here?" Scott stood up, stretched out, and said loudly, "Why, the angel who robbed the devil is finally willing to return our companions?"
"Make no mistake, you one-eyed dragon," Warren said coldly, "He—had to come."
"Yeah, then what are you doing here?" Scott didn't agree with him at all and said to him in a rude tone, "Listen, if you don't want to be here, you can fly back - but leave Kurt here. Come down."
"You can't change anything with your face." After Jean's eyes were fixed on the young angel for a while, he suddenly laughed, "You have to stay and spend Thanksgiving with us, Warren."
"I'm warning you, don't look into my head - and why should I stay?" Warren said arrogantly, "I have a group of beauties waiting to have a one-night date with me."
Scott snorted and almost stopped laughing: "If you want to say this, you must first learn to fold your wings before you say it!"
"If you can, don't rob Kurt and go to your house this morning," John chimed in from the side, "If you don't know better, you'd think you're a bad guy selling mutants!"
Warren's face was extremely ugly, and he finally grumbled and stayed under Kurt's repeated requests, but he understood Kurt's words of "everyone is fine".
Kurt was also used to his bad temper, so he turned around and started chatting with John: "Did you know, Warren has a big skating rink at home!"
"Cool, you guys went skating?!" John asked with wide eyes, "How old are you?"
Kurt gestured: "It's so big! Just like that...basketball court!"
"We can also play," Scott suddenly had an idea, "Just freeze the lake water or form a thick layer of ice on the ground!"
"But Bobby's not here," said a younger girl, "we can't make ice."
"If you ask me, he shouldn't go home," John said with a particularly bad temper. "Last time, he told me that his younger brother had snatched the limited edition posters he had collected before, and he always asked questions about his parents. Can’t handle it – why does he have to go back to a place that doesn’t know him well anymore for the holidays?”
"It's customary to spend the holidays with my family," Jean said.
Scott started to look for a substitute, and now he finally remembered: "—Hey, where's Harry?"
Jean stood next to him, and the red-haired girl crossed her arms and rolled her eyes weakly.
"We're going to start eating soon," she said in a tone that said she had to do her homework. "Go find Harry right now."
"I'm here."
The boy walked over from the corridor, stuffing something into his collar in a hurry, while Peter followed behind while chewing bubble gum.
"Sorry, Peter and I chatted for a while," Harry said sheepishly, "Are you ready?"
"We can start dinner," Jean said gently to Harry, "Where is the professor? I don't seem to see him in the living room."
"Wait a minute, I think we can do this about this..." Peter stood behind Harry, stretched out his hands to cover the boy's ears, and shouted upstairs, "Charles——can you come down for dinner? What?!!!”
The sound was so loud that even though Harry had his ears covered, he still looked at Peter in shock.
"Oh, don't look at me, I'm doing this for your own good." Peter muttered under everyone's gaze, "What if the people inside are busy?"
The author has something to say: I'm almost sleepy in the middle of the night, so I'll practice again tomorrow morning...
Well, let me explain here, you can buy the anti-theft chapter with confidence, because its word count will be similar to the update word count, and it can only be more but not less. This is a rule that the number of words when revising the v text cannot be less than the first time.
I just gave it a try. If it doesn’t work, I won’t let it go. After all, it’s very troublesome...
In addition, I haven’t planned to dismantle Deha’s CP yet... I’m just taking a precautionary shot. Hey, Mo Fang!
Today when I was working on a manuscript, I randomly picked up a little deer man! ! ! It turns out this game really has SSR! ! ! And why I always draw support! Give me a bird! ! ! !
ps: Today I received a report that someone plagiarized me. Regarding this, after asking my friends, I decided to communicate first. If communication fails, I will hang up... After all, lo is not Jinjiang, so I can only hang up.
It feels so amazing. This is the first time in my life that I have been plagiarized. Haha... I thought it was amazing when a store pirated my book before. This one is even more amazing...
