South-west of France, Languedoc-Roussillon-South - Pyrenees, Hérault, northeast of Montpellier, small town of Bairalgay.

It's a quiet and beautiful town, with a population of less than 7,000, only one restaurant, one bar, no luxury cars, and few passers-by.

To many, this long list of place names may seem like nothing more than an increase in the number of words.

But if you take a look here, you'll be surprised to find that almost every home has its own private pool.

There is not a single poor family in the whole town.

On the edge of the town, outside a mansion hidden in the woods, a few fig trees cast a shadow, and Belle lay in the shade on the grass, dressed in a black silk nightgown and with a copy of the Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire over her face, and fell asleep peacefully.

Not far away, on the terrace outside the mansion, Peter sat uneasily under a green corridor shaded by vines, looking at the cup of black tea, a glass of white wine and a glass of brandy on the coffee table in front of him, and he couldn't understand what was going on.

A short, chubby middle-aged maid with a tray came out of the kitchen for the third time, this time with a glass of beer and a glass of orange juice.

"Thank you, Renee, that's enough, I can't drink that much."

Peter quickly stood up and tried to take the tray, but the maid looked at him with a cold expression, as if she were looking at a retarded person.

She stubbornly held the tray and refused to budge.

"Peter, sit down, Renee doesn't understand English, and besides, she won't accept your help, she's a little too serious about work, and she doesn't really look like a Frenchman."

The one who spoke was Monsieur Victor Lefèvre, Belle's adoptive father, who sat with Peter under the green corridor.

Monsieur de Lefèvre was only forty-three years old, with a smiling face like that of a good gentleman, with a pair of black, square-rimmed glasses, and short ginger hair that struggled to point to the sky despite the heavy mud.

His figure was already a little fat, and his slightly bulging belly tightened his light blue shirt a little. However, the white linen pants fit very well, and I guess I bought them newly.

In the laid-back and laid-back country of France, Monsieur de la Fabèvre was a rare man of seriousness and prudence. He didn't look like a winery manager at all, but like a university professor.

Peter privately felt that Monsieur Lefèvre's ridicule of the maid Renée really did not make any sense.

Despite the fact that it was a weekend and at home, Mr. Lefèvre dressed more formally, in stark contrast to the lazy Belle, and Belle's adoptive mother, Mrs. Yvette Lefèvre, who was just forty years old.

As long as you meet this adoptive mother, it's not hard to understand why Belle has the strange dress habit of wearing her boyfriend's shirt in informal occasions all year round.

As an artist who lived in the countryside all year round, Madame de Lefèvre lived a very casual life. Every morning when she got up, she would grab a piece of her husband's shirt and drape it over her body, drink wine, read a book, and occasionally draw a picture and take a picture when she was inspired.

Today, although there are guests coming, she has no intention of dressing up at all. Her long brown hair was scattered, she wore a light pink nightdress that even Belle never wore, and she sat beside her husband with a wine glass, looking at Peter unabashedly, her big eyes blinking, her long eyelashes fluttering, and even blowing away a small flying insect that was unfortunate enough to pass by.

Even though her adopted daughters are adults, she herself seems to be an unworldly girl, pursuing her ideal romantic life in music, art and poetry.

It was difficult for Peter to understand how such a graceful, romantic woman could have lived with a mediocre and uninteresting man like Monsieur de Lefèvre for so long without getting divorced.

However, this kind of thing is obviously not suitable to be said.

And he soon realized that in addition to being younger, good-looking, and secretly having the identity of Spider-Man, he was just an ordinary and boring ordinary man like Mr. Lefèvre.

"It is said that girls often refer to their fathers when looking for a partner, maybe it really makes sense, even if it is an adoptive father, it must be affected by hearing and seeing."

He pondered to himself, and made up his mind that he would rather talk less than talk nonsense.

Because Peter was the first boy Belle brought back to meet them, and even the first guest.

Except for him, everyone, including the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D., always thought that her adoptive parents had moved to the countryside of Washington State on the West Coast to escape the troubled city of New York.

So, for Peter, it's the equivalent of going to his parents.

"Thank you, sir, for letting us stay here, I know Belle doesn't want anyone to bother you, especially at this time."

"Oh, Peter, don't be so outward, you can call me ......" Before Monsieur de Lefèvre could finish speaking, he was secretly twisted by his wife.

"Don't be too enthusiastic," said Madame de Lefèvre in a whisper in French, "this is no ordinary friend, Belle told me last night that this boy confessed to her, on the battlefield!" And a strong kiss! Be serious, this is the one who wants to snatch our little darling! ”

"What are you kidding?" Monsieur de Lefèvre said in confusion, "What do you mean to snatch?" Confession on the battlefield is obviously romantic, okay? And didn't he take Belle off the battlefield? Isn't that great? ”

"My dear, if you think it's romantic, you're not a good Frenchman!" Madame de Lefèvre said, "Look at this boy, he is exactly the same as when you first came to my house!" ”

"So what? Aren't you still marrying me? "We are not doing very well." ”

"You know how worried I was! I think a qualified father-in-law should learn how to reject his son-in-law thousands of miles away, haven't you watched "Gone with the Wind"? ”

"We are French, when are we going to live according to novels written by Americans? Just because Peter is American? "I don't want to be as serious as your father, this lad is pitiful enough, and he needs the support and help of a mature man." ”

"You have always been so kind," said Mrs. Lefèvre, "but what about Belle if you support and help him?" You know I can't quarrel with you for her, I can't quarrel with you for anything. ”

"She doesn't need you to quarrel with her," said Monsieur de Lefèvre, "and to tell you the truth, I'm afraid that Peter will be bullied in the future." ”

The two men thought they were very quiet, but Peter's hearing was far beyond the ordinary, and he could hear every word they said clearly, the only problem was that he didn't understand it.

Mr. and Mrs. Lefèvre's speech was too fast and with a slight accent to overwhelm Peter, who could only speak academic French.

But these two people have special statuses, and even Peter, a master of mouthballs, can't interrupt their conversation.

I don't know how long it took, but they finally agreed.

"Don't be so out-of-the-envelope, Peter, you may call me Victor," said Mr. Lefèvre, "and don't worry, you can stay as long as you want, and if you are concerned about safety, a three-hour drive from here in the mountains to the northwest of the hills, Belle's father's manor, is much safer than this." ”

"Le...... Victor, I didn't mean that," said Peter, "but I'm just worried that we might cause you trouble here." ”

"That's right," said Madame de Lefèvre, who was not particularly enthusiastic, "the inhabitants of Bairalgay are not poor, but there are probably no such planes." ”

She pointed to the behemoth Kun fighter next to the woods, despite the stealth technology of S.H.I.E.L.D., but if you look closely, you can barely find a trace.

"Don't say that, it's not their fault what happened in Romania," said Monsieur Lefèvre, who was very supportive of Peter, "the United States has always been like this, messing around, it's their army and the Avengers, it has nothing to do with these children." And, I heard that you've quit Avengers and are planning to start a business? Young people are very energetic. ”

Without waiting for Peter to reply, Madame de Lefèvre stood first.

"You talk first, I'll go get Belle up, she's slept long enough."

When she was far away, Monsieur de Lefèvre whispered, "Don't mind, she's always been like this." Although she doesn't seem to have a very close relationship with Belle, and she doesn't usually have much contact, she treats Belle as her own daughter, and even for her, Yvette has never wanted her own children. ”

This kind of feeling, Peter couldn't help but be moved, this is exactly the same as his Aunt May.

"It's a good thing that you have taken care of her for so many years, otherwise how would she live." Peter said gratefully.

"It's a bit of an exaggeration," said Mr. Lefèvre, "strictly speaking, Belle is our employer, and Yvette and I both work for the Tyfler-Peake family, and we take care of her because of her father's trust. It's just that after living together for so long, we can't help but treat her as our own child. ”

Peter nodded, fully accepting Monsieur Lefèvre's words.

"That being said, neither of us can control Belle, as long as she recognizes it, no matter what we say, she won't listen, so we can only silently pray that she can look at a reliable person."

Hearing this from Mr. Lefèvre, Peter sat up a little straighter.

"Belle has told us a great deal about you, and I must say that you are still too young," said Monsieur de Lefèvre, "and it is good to have enthusiasm and ability, but think about everything and use your brain." Actually, you did a good job in Romania this time, and if you hadn't taken her away, I really don't know how this matter would have ended. She doesn't want to do anything to any of you. ”

Hearing this, Peter couldn't help but sit a little shorter. After all, this incident was all the idea of Clint Barton's help, and he couldn't have imagined that he could do this.

"Sure enough, you should ask a mature man's opinion when something happens." He secretly made up his mind.

"Anyway, I'm very optimistic about you," continued Monsieur de Lefèvre, "and relax, have a drink, and rest for two days, for it won't be long before you'll have a lot to do." ”

"Do you know something?"

"The whole world knows it, and this is the headline this morning, Avengers Sam Wilson, Clint Patton, Wanda Maximoff arrested, Captain America and the Winter Soldier on the run."

"Arrested?" Peter was a little confused, "What crime?" Isn't the Sokovia Agreement not signed yet? ”

"I just said that you want to use your brain, the Winter Soldier is the world's most wanted criminal, assisting such a person to escape, or a sensitive identity like the Avengers, and this is a special time when the Sokovia Agreement is imminent, and the whole world is paying attention. Even if a few of them commit only the most trivial crimes, they must be severely punished. ”