In a slightly dilapidated apartment building, a small figure is sitting cross-legged, one elbow on his knee, one hand holding his cheek, and the other hand, gently stirring the small fingers, looking at the Lego bricks in front of him, stacked layer by layer. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

What is interesting is that this child, who looks like he is 5 or 6 years old, does not really touch the blocks with his hands, but only controls them with his fingers in the air, while the blocks on the carpet suddenly fly up in the air, constantly flipping, finding the right direction to fall, and slowly piecing together a train.

"Summer, my boy, I bought these bricks specifically for you to get your hands on, not for you to use that wonderful ability." The door opened suddenly, followed by a gentle voice.

Pieces of blocks fell on the carpet in mid-air, and the child turned his head in a slightly panicked way and saw his father. A middle-aged man with yellow skin, black eyes, black hair, and a pure Mandarin speaker.

"Hmm." The child, who was called summer, pursed his lips and grabbed the building blocks scattered on the carpet with one hand, but the next moment, he felt his whole small body rise into the air and be picked up by a pair of warm big hands.

"Go away." Summer kept dodging, his face was sore and itchy, but he couldn't avoid the fate of being "ravaged" by the middle-aged man's fine scum, and finally he could only helplessly look at his father who treated him as a toy.

"Let's go, it's time to help the cook." A woman's warm voice outside the door finally let Summer escape from the clutches, and the middle-aged man put Summer on the carpet, rubbed Summer's dark hair fiercely, and said, "We have made an agreement not to allow you to use this ability." ”

Summer nodded silently and did not speak.

"Alas......" the man sighed, crouched down, and his tone was full of sincerity, "Child, you are still young, and you may feel that this ability makes you different and makes you do something that other children can't, but it's dangerous. We've discussed, right? Don't let anyone discover what you're capable of, or they'll take you out of my arms and your mom's arms. ”

Listening to the man's earnest words, and seeing the sincerity and care in the man's eyes, Summer finally nodded and said, "Okay." ”

"That's my good boy." The man rubbed his summer hair vigorously again, and this kind of forceful action had always been his exclusive intimacy.

"Hurry up and pack your things, you guy, you have to work so hard every time." The woman grabbed the man's back collar with one hand and dragged the man who was squatting on the ground backwards, the man smiled, got up and hurried out of the bedroom.

"Summer, you're a man. Mom and Dad have some jobs, and unfortunately we can't find you a companion at home, but you like Grandma Amy next door, right? A middle-aged woman with black hair and black eyes was half-squatting, her hands on her knees, her head lowered, and a gentle smile on her face, looking at the small body under her.

Summer craned her neck, looked at her gentle and beautiful mother in front of her, and nodded gently.

"Huh." The woman rubbed Summer's face with one hand, and suddenly lowered her voice, "Although her skin is very dark, she is very kind, don't make her angry." Let's go. ”

"I don't want to go to her house, can I sleep at home? If I was scared, I'd slap the wall hard. Summer suddenly spoke, making the woman slightly stunned.

"Be obedient, this is not a good boy." The woman looked at Summer and made a face, and the stern expression she pretended to be decent, but she couldn't deceive Summer's eyes.

"You know I'm going to be fine, it's been more than three months. I don't want to be woken up in the wee hours of the morning by you and carried home. Although Grandma Amy didn't complain about anything, we did disturb her rest. Summer spoke softly and said slowly.

The woman was a little stunned by the child's words, and then, with a somewhat frustrated expression, she was silent for a while, and said, "I'm sorry, Summer, I couldn't let you have a ......"

"Mom. It's only been a few hours, and you'll be back soon. I'll be in our house and not going anywhere. If there was a case, I said, I'd shoot the wall, you know it works. Every time there was a strange fight next door, I just slapped the wall and they didn't fight. Summer blinked, and her mother was slightly embarrassed.

"I was at home alone when I was 6 years old, and sure enough, our children dared to do this at the age of 5, you are awesome." The father obviously wanted to end the conversation, and felt that there was nothing wrong with Summer's proposal, so he dragged his mother, who was still a little worried, out of the bedroom, "We're going to be late, ten minutes late, and our bonus for this month will be gone." ”

"But he's so young......"

The sound of the two of them became smaller and smaller, as the door closed, Summer finally breathed a sigh of relief, stood up from the carpet, and ran to the bed, the small body made it difficult for him to climb the bed, after two efforts, Summer simply jumped, but his body did not have a tendency to fall, but flew up quickly, obviously, he could not control his strength, the whole person lost control in the air, flipped around, and Summer, who could no longer find the direction, sat on the bed, and his small body bounced up......

Summer shook her head, got up, grabbed the windowsill with both hands, poked out half of her head, and looked downward.

Outside the window, there is a dilapidated street, and as far as the eye can see, there is an old neighborhood. Most of the sun in the west recedes into the horizon, and the sky is a layer of fiery clouds that illuminate the whole world crimson.

The sight of the setting sun in this way, just like the area where you live in summer, has a sense of déjà vu in the waning sun.

The city where the summer is located is the most famous city in the world, New York City. However, the neighborhood where the summer is located is not bustling. Each magnificent villa is equipped with a filthy sewer. This area is the "sewer" of bustling New York City, and it has a resounding name, Hell's Kitchen.

Summer saw his parents get into the little broken car that I don't know how many hands they don't know, and slowly drive into the distant street in the afterglow of the sunset. Summer also sighed silently, it has been six months since she came here.

Six months have also changed the mentality of the summer again and again. From the shock and panic at the beginning, it slowly turned into accepting reality, and finally, Summer has begun to covet the care and love given to him by his parents in this world. Such a precious emotion that the summer of the previous world had never enjoyed and had.

Summer is not very good at expressing his emotions, he is just grateful for it all in his heart, and cherishes everything he has. For half a year, the middle-aged couple not only gave Summer water and food, but also moved Summer from the dark basement to this apartment.

Although the apartment building is very old and the room is small, the lights in the house are bright and the beds are soft. The family of three is no longer running around, wandering around, watching their parents find a job, and life is getting better and better, which also makes Summer secretly proud and happy for them. The days are still very hard, and maybe they will be bitter for a long time, but the summer is sweet.

Six months is enough time for Summer to know where she has come. There is no such thing as a computer in this family, not even a television. But the old man's discarded newspapers downstairs had already given Summer enough information.

A few years ago, four years ago, to be exact, on June 1, 1987. 17-year-old genius, Tony Stark earned the highest degree from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. The famous Tony Stark dropped a bombshell on the country, and groups of news media practitioners, like sharks smelling blood, reported on it.

Because Tony Stark wasn't just a genius, not just finished his first circuit board when he was 4 years old, and didn't just build his first V8 engine at the age of 6, he was the son of Howard Stark.

The identity of Howard Stark does not need to be introduced too much. Tycoon, arms dealer, and the founder of Stark Industries. He was even one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D., of course, the last one was not reported in the newspapers, and this one was known to him as a traverser.

"The Marvel world, the Marvel Universe, should be in the game." Summer muttered softly, and in sight, her parents' car had finally disappeared, and Summer leaned back and lay on the bed.

At this time, in the summer, he didn't have any ambitions, nor did he have any genius-like ideas, he just wanted to cherish every minute and every second in this family, be a good child, and when he had some right to speak, he worked hard to urge his parents to leave New York City, and even leave this country, to find a quiet country, a quiet town, and spend this life peacefully.

At present, the five-year-old little summer has no strength in front of her parents, at least when her parents find a stable job and the days are getting more and more prosperous, summer can't do anything and can't change their minds.

Summer didn't have a high IQ, nor did he have rich experience, and before he came to this world, he was only a freshman in high school, and he didn't have enough social experience and life experience. Suddenly, the world changed, and suddenly there was family and family that he had never felt, which made Summer enjoy it while maintaining it carefully.

Although, my father's hands are always strong, and the fine stubble always makes the summer miserable. Although, my mother always had to pretend to be very strict and force herself to eat the beans on the plate......

Summer turned over, the quilt was abruptly rolled up, covering the young body, the curtains were slowly closed, blocking out the light of the setting sun, and in a dark room, Summer closed her eyes.

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