Ups and downs, ups and downs, sometimes calm, sometimes bloody, this is life, this is life.
——Although he really didn't want to say those familiar lines from relationship magazines, at this moment, Harry held his head and thought, this sentence couldn't be more right.
There was a very weird atmosphere in the room.
From Harry's point of view, Charles and Erik looked at each other affectionately and remained silent for a long time. It was at best a daily occurrence where Charles rarely laughed. But when they looked at each other, their expressions, eyes, and postures all meant that they were unable to sit properly. It was so rare to come down for a cup of tea, especially Charles, and Harry had rarely seen his father look like that.
Charles wasn't as tall as the other guy, but he didn't show any weakness. He looked up at Erik, looking like he wanted to tear him into pieces, crumble him into a whole ball, and throw him out of the room. He was panting, and the frequency was even unusual. Harry noticed that his hands at his sides were clenched tightly into fists. At this moment, he was really worried that he would pass out from overbreathing or pass out from the breath - what kind of thing would that be? Emotions - hostility, disgust, even hatred.
The entire study was fine, and Harry had tidied it up, but now it has become worse: the bookshelf has fallen down, books are scattered all over the floor, the decorations on the fireplace are scattered around, and the table has been pushed half way. The cups, stationery and picture frames were piled on one side. The metal candle holder was missing. Harry looked for it but couldn't find it. Instead, he found two small metal balls in Erik's hand.
And it looks like it's not over yet. Charles and the purple-red Erik stared at each other, as if they were about to have another fight.
Harry almost felt like he was dreaming - he once thought that these emotions would never appear in his father in this life! His dad! That's his dad!
His father is always willing to treat everyone with tenderness; his father is an absolutely calm person, a wise man who will never let hatred and impulse take over his mind; his father loves his new husband without any reservation, because according to him, Sweet words to say, 'My heart was taken away long ago'.
——Have I been paternalistically deceived in this matter?
Harry wanted to ask himself this question a hundred times. To be honest, he felt that less than once would not be considered rigorous.
After Sean caught up, he cautiously wrapped his arms around his neck and whispered into his ear: "You don't know him, he is the boss of Angel and Azazel, Erik——"
No, no, no, I know him. In fact, I have known him for more than ten years!
——If Harry didn't have really good self-control, he would almost want to shout like this.
At this time, the two men in the study looked at them coldly - 'they' meant everyone outside the door - and Charles took a breath, glanced at Sean sternly with his blue eyes, and then looked at Sean again. When Harry stood there with his mouth open, he immediately held his head and let out an annoyed sigh, seeming to be annoyed and angry about everything.
"Sean!" Charles stared at the man opposite and yelled, "Don't stand here, close the door and take the kid down! Bring me in again with a bottle of wine!"
Harry wished he could go forward and smooth his father's knitted brows, rub the face that should be relaxed and smiling, but he couldn't, not only couldn't, even when he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, Sean just said, "Shhh," She shushed and covered his mouth, wrapped her arm around him and led him back, and closed the door with one hand, sealing in the messy room and the stormy atmosphere inside.
With a clang, the door closed tightly. Harry wanted to learn a wonderful spell right away, and then be able to see the scene inside through the door panel.
"Go to your room and stay, or go home for now," Sean said to the child sincerely, "You shouldn't have to endure this."
No, I must not leave at this time. Harry thought immediately.
"...I'm going to prepare tea."
He stared at the door panel for three seconds, and finally sighed like a ghost, slipped out from under Sean's arm, and ran all the way to the kitchen, "I just treat it as a guest here."
Sean wanted to say that this was not a guest, but the boy ran away so fast that he ran downstairs in an instant, unable to catch him. Only three adults were left standing in front of the study door, like three statues.
"...Don't you need to go in and take a look?" Angel looked around. Maybe she felt that it was too quiet outside the door and she was too uneasy, so she asked Sean a casual question.
"Oh no, no, no, I will definitely go in, but I don't want to go in now. That place is hell now, I mean the atmosphere. If there is another noise inside, I will go in and help Charles." Sean took three steps back and raised his head. Shaking fast, he kept waving his hands, "And isn't that your boss? Didn't he come to find you? Why do we have to go in? Can't you just follow him and get out together?!"
Sean said it bluntly.
"..."
The Red Devil and Angel both stood by the door and looked at each other. Neither of them spoke, maintaining a strange silence. They looked at the door as if it was the door to hell as Sean said; but there was something else in this fear, which was very complicated anyway.
"Why don't you speak?"
Sean looked at the two of them up and down, and couldn't help but say sarcastically, "Oh, oh, I thought Erik was extremely kind and friendly to you guys? It doesn't look like much, right?"
He hadn't forgotten, not to mention that the Red Devil was their old enemy, and Angel was one of them who defected to another faction. There was no peace between them, and Sean was of course on Charles's side.
"So you are living a good life," the Red Devil sneered at this moment, "Even so, you also entered that laboratory, don't forget it."
"Hey, it was just an accident!" Sean retorted in a low voice, "I basically came out without seeing anything, and Francis even knew how to bring me and you here, which shows that the person worthy of reliance and trust is Charles. Not Erik!"
"Erik is not bad to us either," Angel retorted, still staring at the door, "but... but Erik is different at this time. None of us dare to disturb him."
"What's the difference?" Sean asked, "Will Erik be worse when facing Charles? I know, I know, he hates Charles, he-"
"That's not the case!" Angel couldn't help shouting, and then he covered his mouth again, glanced at the study door, and warned himself in his heart that such words must not be heard by Erik, "...Erik, he is... Charles is different to Erik."
"What? What is a different kind of disgust? Hate? Hate?"
At this time, Sean didn't have the slightest good impression of Erik. He didn't hesitate to use the worst guess. He flattened his mouth and said, "He probably forgot about Charles..." At this point, he also lowered his temper. Voice, "legs of..."
When he thought of this, he looked at the door with anger.
"-No, you don't know, Erik never hates Charles or hates him! That's impossible!"
Angel couldn't help but stepped forward and argued eagerly while glaring at Sean, "You don't know anything, so don't say these words! Erik never wants things to turn out like this!"
"Oh, really, what do you mean I don't know?!" Sean's eyes widened and he almost jumped up, thinking it was so funny, "Me? I'm sorry, are you talking about me? I don't know anything?! I'm the one The people who have been by Charles' side since you left! Me, Alex, and Hank know better than you how much pain Erik has caused Charles!"
"You may be with him, but there are some things you just don't know," Angel insisted. The long-haired girl took a step forward, raised her head, and faced Sean's face that was red with anger. "You stick to your ideals. , we also insist on ours, there is no hatred or hate between us——"
"But think about it, this is so unfair," Sean said at this moment, "You don't know how much help Charles gave us later, and you don't know how he survived - I would say, the best in the world People shouldn't have to bear such pain. He can't walk, Raven left him, why did these things happen to him, why did Erik bring these to Charles! If, I just assume, Erik doesn't leave us, if If Erik doesn't leave us with Raven—"
Ding ding——
The metal utensils fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the two quarrelsome people were startled. They saw the boy standing at the stairs with a full tray, his face full of embarrassment, and he couldn't move forward. It’s also hard to step back.
It's Harry. His face was red now, and he almost wanted to cover his ears so that he wouldn't understand what Sean and Angel were arguing about.
"——Oh, it's you, Francis." Sean breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest with an exaggerated expression. "Hank will definitely beat me if he hears me say this again."
Harry was even more embarrassed.
He coughed a few times, picked up the metal spoon that fell on the ground, and moved out of the way, allowing a serious-looking Hank to come up from the stairs below.
Sean's face suddenly turned green: "...Oh, damn."
"How many times have I said it, Sean," Hank reprimanded Sean in a tough tone of 'I'm so disappointed how could you do this', and his voice was still very low, "how many times have I said it, you have such a mouth. You can't be so casual anymore. The professor doesn't like these words." He stared at the uneasy Sean from behind the lens. "I know you are very angry for the professor, I mean, for Charles, but, come on, his own mental state has already changed. It's bad enough, don't let him hear about the past."
Hank glanced at the door of the study room, and his accusation became more serious, "And it's so close."
The most painful wounds are always the most vulnerable. Harry held the tray aside and said to himself. If you put it behind you, you may be able to temporarily forget the pain, but when people care about you with good intentions, you have to think of it, and the results become increasingly difficult to ignore.
...Maybe that's why Erik has been reluctant to take that step. Erik has been one of Charles' best friends since Harry was a one-year-old baby. Yes, that's it, nothing more. Although Erik would visit the Xavier family regularly, he was never sure how pleasant it would be to live next door. They had to separate, Harry could always feel the reluctance, but Erik never wanted to stay long before he went to Hogwarts.
Harry felt at that time that there was a line between his father and Erik, so thin that it was almost invisible, but Erik just didn't dare to cross it. Charles stood at the other end of the line and stretched out his hand to him, hoping that he would come over, but Erik never dared to actually grab that hand and step over.
Could what Sean said be the reason?
However, Harry did not forget what Charles said.
[We also had our differences. We even got lost for a time and did many ridiculous things. 】
But - so what?
Don't be afraid, Harry, don't be afraid. Harry cheered himself up repeatedly. You come from the future. You know that everything will be fine. Suffering will eventually pass and happiness will eventually come. You must learn to face the past instead of fearing the past. Suffering is the proof that they cannot ignore in their lives - they finally get over it. Yes, isn't it?
Because I am the best proof!
"I think I have to go in." After training Sean, Hank walked a few steps awkwardly, reaching out to take the tray from Harry's hand, "I'll do it, Francis...Sean, take Francis a little further away, eh , you can go play in the back, I remember there is a swing and some fishing rods..."
"Let me go in together," Harry knew of course that it would be difficult for him to go in under this kind of situation, but he still grabbed Hank's clothes and begged in a low voice, "I'm worried about Charles - he just asked us to get wine, and his mood It’s very wrong, let me go in with you.”
"You don't know Erik," Hank also tried hard to explain to the child sincerely, "I don't think he will hurt the child... but he has some... thoughts that we can't agree with. It's best if Charles and I are in there, Even Sean had better not be here."
Sean said a loud 'hey' in protest, but Harry noticed that Hank hesitated after saying this and his expression darkened.
"I don't know what Erik has become now." He said, trying to pull the hem of his clothes out of the boy's hands, his eyes wandering, "Maybe he has become different from what I remembered. But, You are still a child and you should not be affected by our affairs."
Poor Hank, he can't decide how to treat Erik. Harry thought.
He knew Hank. Hank was always the one who was willing to be sharp to himself and soft to others. Generally speaking, if you didn't irritate him, he was definitely a good gentleman and he paid great attention to feelings. Harry could feel that. Difficulty - Hank is undoubtedly a member of 'Charles' group', but he does still have a friendship for Erik that has not dissipated.
Hank should be sincerely hoping in his heart that Erik hasn't changed too much... But who knows, people's hearts can change, and Hank understands this very clearly.
"Let me go in with you, I think you will discuss the lab."
Just for Hank's sake, Harry continued to insist on going in together. He clung tightly to the hem of Hank's clothes. Anyway, Hank was only wearing one piece and there was no way he could take it off and escape. "I am the person who knows the best in the room. Anyway, I think the other party needs information, right? If the other party and Charles... have a dispute," Harry picked the word 'dispute' with a complicated mood, "I I can also protect Charles. I'm the fastest runner. Hank, let me go in with you. The man opposite Charles... I mean, he doesn't seem to have a good temper."
"It's really not possible," Hank refused in a low voice as he opened the door, "Sean, take Francis downstairs... Francis, let go of my clothes... No, no, no, it's really not possible..."
Just as they were pulling me and me, a man's cold shouting came from the door, and the door suddenly opened. No one opened the door. The door was like an invisible hand holding the metal door handle. was pulled away.
"I haven't stooped to the point of hurting someone who is also a mutant, or even a child," Erik, who was sitting on another single sofa, didn't look at them and just said coldly, "Let him in."
Charles, who was sitting opposite him, sneered inexplicably.
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There was something on the tray that should not appear at this time and place. When it was placed on the table that was finally straightened, everyone was strangely silent. When Harry poured everyone a cup of hot black tea, he After taking down the plates with cookies and scones and placing them on the table, he took a piece of scone, sat down peacefully, and crowded on the guest couch with Sean, pretending A well-behaved child who didn't understand what was happening held a scone and ate it slowly.
——Although it's too late to pretend to be good now.
During the whole process of Harry pouring tea, Erik kept looking at him with a scrutinizing eye. He couldn't help but sweat, but he had to restrain himself from looking back at Erik. He suspected that his eyes would reveal something that shouldn't be revealed.
Erik is indeed a different person in this era: his expression is just like when Apocalypse captured Charles in Cairo; but compared to that, it is a bit more sharp and cold, and a bit less concerned and anxious. , Erik is now wearing that ugly helmet, and there is no trace of love in his eyes when he looks at Charles, as if in front of Harry, this is a fake Erik.
At least in Harry's heart, Erik will always have love for Charles and will always be trustworthy - but this Erik makes him feel difficult to get close to him.
Erik now, to Harry, was like...like a man wrapped in metal, cold and hard, not just in attitude, but also in his heart.
Harry's telepathy has gone deep into his ability. Even if he doesn't activate his ability, he can smell many people's emotions - such as Hank's nervousness and anxiety, Sean's uncontrollable fear of Erik, Charles' The irritable and tangled excitement, the uneasiness in Angel's heart...
But Erik didn't. Maybe it was because of the helmet, but he didn't reveal any of the emotions he had hidden in his heart. Harry's sensor detection was like pressing his hand on a metal plate, and he couldn't feel any sign of life.
This made Harry feel worried - how bad is Erik and Charles' situation now?
"So," Erik said as Harry ate half of the scone mixed with chocolate beans, using the sweet taste in his mouth to relieve the pressure in his heart, "you are the child Azazel was talking about. Save them. people."
Harry really didn't expect this to be his first sentence. He blinked slowly, glanced at Azazel who didn't know what channel he used to deliver the letter, then turned back, nodded slowly, and swallowed the remains of the scone in his mouth. Go down and say, "...Um, yes."
Calm down, Harry, at most don't think of him as your Uncle Erik, your new dad, just... think of Wanda and Peter, relax, relax. Harry comforted himself mentally.
Erik's reaction was beyond the expectations of most people in the room - he stood up from the chair, walked towards the boy, glanced coldly at Sean and Hank who were standing in front of the boy, and ignored them. Offering a hand to the boy.
"I want to express my gratitude to you." Erik said without hesitation, with a firm attitude, "You have no idea how important they are to me and how important what you do is. I can't imagine...if I wait If I really follow the current progress of clues and explore that place, I will lose many precious friends and companions, and that will be a loss that neither of us can accept."
When he said this, everyone could see the cold light flashing in his eyes like a metal sharp weapon, which was extremely sharp.
Harry was stared at by a pair of eyes that looked very similar to Wanda's and a face that looked very similar to Peter's. After trying hard for a long time, Harry found that he still couldn't relax. However, facing such words of thanks, after thinking about it, I could only smile and hold my hand up: "...You're welcome, this is what I should do."
"Stay away from him, kid," Charles said mockingly. He looked at Erik with a sneer, "Don't let him take you away from me again."
"I will not take anyone away by force," Erik immediately turned to look at Charles and sneered, "I will only go with those who truly agree with my ideas from the bottom of my heart - I respect the thoughts of every mutant. free."
Sean pulled the boy back with an evil look in his eyes and let out a hiss, like a boo.
"Oh, then you're amazing," Charles didn't retort angrily, he just nodded casually a few times and said expressionlessly, "That's amazing, Erik, that's amazing."
Even without using his powers, Harry could still hear the deep sarcasm in it - he simply suspected that his father had exhausted all his sarcasm at this time.
He glanced aside quietly, looking at Charles's arrogant look like a tramp. It felt like there was a lump in his throat, which made him feel heartbroken. He felt uncomfortable when he heard Charles speak like this, and felt the emotions in it. It will be uncomfortable.
If he hadn't been deeply hurt, how could Charles have become like this?
"What's your name?" Erik was unmoved. He looked at Charles and asked Harry, "How old are you?"
"You can call me Francis," Harry replied cautiously, looking this way and that, twitching the corners of his lips, "I'm thirteen years old."
"Thirteen years old," Erik's eyes were a little more surprised, "You are only thirteen years old..." He paused, "Then you must have a very powerful power, if that is a place where even Azazel cannot escape. .”
Thinking of 'that place', Harry couldn't help but smile. The teacup in front of him shook violently, then calmed down. Harry quickly stuffed the remaining scones into his mouth, letting the sweets soothe his mood.
"It's just good luck," he lowered his head and said vaguely, "I couldn't control myself at that time and smashed the whole place."
"You can do this because you have great potential." Erik said, looking at the top of the boy's head, "So, you know some of the details inside."
"Don't ask him to recall this, Erik!" Hank shouted. He blocked the boy behind him. Even though he was resisting a little, he still tried to look at Erik. "He has been greatly stimulated. Don't let a child Recalling this... Moreover, as far as the process he described, he didn't see much, and he couldn't understand what those people were doing."
"All mutants are about to face a crisis. I think this is not just a matter of me," Erik said coldly, unmoved. His chin was slightly raised and his tone was tough, as if he was born to give orders. , not touched by anything, "We must get more information. At this time, he needs to recall more, or let him recall more with the help of adults."
"What help?" Hank immediately thought a lot, his face immediately turned blue, and he entered a state of alert, "What do you want to do to him? Just let the White Queen explore his head?"
Oh, Y immediately matched the number, but immediately he found himself in crisis——
——A person who hides many secrets in his head is not suitable to face a telepath.
"Of course not," Erik said immediately, even angry at Hank's questioning, his voice raised a lot, "Hank, what makes you think I forcefully use this method on a child?"
"Who knows, maybe it's because you broke in here without saying a word," Charles said casually, "Look, no one here can subdue you, and no one can stop you and your companions from doing what you want. Whatever—you can do whatever you want.”
He said it casually, but the cold winter was still in those blue eyes, and everyone could see that he wished Erik could get his men out of here and stay far away.
But this time, Erik was silent. He lowered his eyes and looked at Charles sitting there, as if looking at something he decided never to touch. He remained silent for a long time. At this moment, his expression was neither cold nor tough, but peaceful.
But this silent gaze once again fell into a suffocating silence in the study.
Until the silence was broken by its originator.
"You can walk again." Erik said solemnly.
"Yes, I can walk now. Thank you for not being blind yet." Charles said expressionlessly.
"What price did you pay for this?" Erik said again, "Don't tell me it's your ability."
"Oh," Charles laughed angrily, letting out a series of laughs, "Listen, everyone listen to him - as if I can still afford to pay. Why can't I? Why don't I tell you? '? Don't you think that from this standpoint, you are not qualified to say a word about this, Erik?"
At the end of his sentence, his voice suddenly rose. He jumped up suddenly and took a few steps forward, picked up the black tea cup on the table, and poured all the black tea in it into Erik's face!
"Listen, you are an absolute bastard," Charles looked into Erik's eyes and squeezed out these words through clenched teeth, "You have no right to ask me any questions!"
"Erik!"
Angel let out a loud exclamation, and Azazel immediately rushed forward to try to check on his boss. Hank and Sean both pulled Charles back cautiously, and Harry was so frightened that he almost dropped his cup on the ground, feeling confused inside. He quickly cheered up and slipped a wand tip out of his sleeve, fearing that Charles would hit Erik or the Red Devil would do something.
But at the same time, two inappropriate words that Harry thought would never appear popped up in his head -
——Family conflicts, domestic violence.
No, no, no, Harry Xavier, what are you thinking about? Clear your messed up head! !
Harry mentally scolded himself.
Erik didn't fight back. He just looked at Charles wetly, like a silent statue that was being polished. He even stretched out his hand to wave away Angel who wanted to wipe him, and Azazel who stepped forward to check.
In the chaos, Harry looked at Erik's appearance, and an idea flashed in his mind, and he understood where Erik's attitude came from——
——He thinks this is what he should bear.
well. Harry sighed again mentally.
"Take your companions away," Charles shouted. "I don't want to see you or any of your companions again -"
"What if it's Raven?" Erik suddenly said, "Don't you want to see Raven too?"
As if a drop of water fell into the frying pan, Harry watched as Charles' anger suddenly exploded, and like a cannonball, he broke away from Hank and Sean, almost instantly rounded his fists, and fiercely It hit Erik in the face, and regardless of the ugly helmet, his hand also turned red.
"No - mention Raven to me!!"
Harry saw his father yelling this sentence almost at the top of his lungs, and in the chaos, he finally understood why his aunt was not here.
His aunt was not at home, not with Charles, but... left with Erik.
It turns out that the so-called bad things can be a little worse.
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When the entire study fell silent again, it was already ten minutes later, and the reason it only took ten minutes was because Erik knew that he had indeed said the wrong thing, and he should not have mentioned Raven.
How could he mention Raven? That was Charles's most beloved sister, his only relative, a part of Charles' heart, and a big bloody wound on his heart now.
Erik always believed that he had enough sense, especially in front of Charles. Who would be careless in front of this man? When dealing with the smartest people in the world, you always have to be cautious and you can't be reckless.
But all this seems not to be driven by reason. He thought in annoyance that he didn't even know how he had managed to mention Raven at that time.
When Emma waited for her boss and colleagues in the car, she saw Erik like this - he seemed to be deep in thought, his face was filled with anger, and his whole person seemed to be a lot darker.
"I'm glad you're all alive, guys." She looked at Angel and Azazel first, and saw that they were not in danger of life or disabled. She was relieved, said hello lazily, and asked Erik, "So , looks like this, you two have broken down?"
"I thought he would consider the interests of all mutants in this situation." Seeing Emma's expression in the rearview mirror, Erik's facial muscles twitched and said, "But Charles refused to have any contact with us— -any."
"...He is different from before." Angel murmured. Even though she had lived here for a few days, she was still shocked by Charles' changes.
"No one is eternal, sweetheart." Emma said gently but definitely, "I thought my boss was Shaw at first, but look at who I am working for now."
She glanced at Erik again: "Have you seen the boy? How did he come out of that place? How much information did you get?"
The reason why that laboratory can trap mutants is undoubtedly that there are certain methods to suppress and imprison mutants. Their first priority is to destroy this laboratory and all their projects. They need more information, and At this critical moment, the experience of 'that boy' that Azazel mentioned is very important.
Erik didn't speak, just looked at the house not far away from the car window quietly.
"Charles didn't allow us to say too much to him," Angel answered on his behalf. "That kid left a pretty serious psychological shadow. Hank said his abilities were a bit out of control, and they didn't want him to recall bad things. "
"Underage children are like this, I can understand," Emma frowned and said, "But the message is too important - couldn't you be tougher?"
"Have you seen my face?" Erik twitched the corner of his wounded mouth mockingly, "Charles is acting tougher than us."
"No, no, no," Emma shook her head gracefully and said in a tone that meant she knew everything, "it's because you don't want to be tougher on him, boss."
As soon as these words were spoken, Erik said nothing more and allowed Emma to drive away.
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Draco looked at the group of black cloaked men in front of him, and had the illusion that he saw several Feltons. But he shook his head and immediately threw away this terrible thought.
"After verification, the task target is indeed wrong," a black cloak said in a wonderful, indistinguishable male and female voice, "but the contract has agreed to the task execution target, and the task cannot be revoked."
"I've told you a hundred and twenty times, do you all have troll ears?" Draco knocked on the table impatiently, "I didn't ask you to cancel the mission. You idiots decided to do something." You bastard who made the wrong contract with the mission target! I asked you to exchange him back, or send me there! If you let someone who knows nothing come over, aren't you afraid that the mission will fail?"
The black cloaks are unmoved by the momentum of consumers complaining about businesses.
"We don't need to interfere." The black cloak who was talking to him said calmly, "Because this is also fate."
"——Then send me there," Draco gritted his teeth. "Since it's fate for him to mistake me, then it's also fate for me to ask you for an explanation. It's also fate for you to send me there!"
"Without a contract, even if our company approves your time turner, you will only fall into the torrent of time and space, unable to find your direction or the target to perform your tasks," said a man in a black cloak who seemed to be relatively gentle, " You just have to wait for him to come back.”
"Thanks, I don't want to wait to get him back to pieces." Draco rolled his eyes, slapped his hand on the table, and shouted resolutely to the group of black cloaks, "I have found him - I have found him He’s gone! I just need to go find him now! Immediately, immediately!!”
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I’ve finished a thousand words + I’m late, so I will give out red envelopes today until 24:00 tomorrow~
The moment I put my thesis into my portfolio, I quickly booked a ticket, and then I went to Nanjing with my roommate XD Nanjing is so fun! !
However, because carrying a computer is too heavy, there have been no updates in the past few days... There will be more updates in the next few days!
The plot of Days of Future Past is very complicated in every aspect, so I have to think about it carefully and pray that I can finish writing the key points before Dark Phoenix comes out...
Chacha from Reversing the Future is really decadent...
Xiaolong is not far from the main show, keep up the good work, applause and encouragement!
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