Culver University, Virginia

The midday sun is a little harsh, but it's also a good time to hide under a tree and drink afternoon tea and read the newspaper. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the green field of Culver University, several girls in cool clothes were playing happily, borrowing a soccer ball from their male classmates to try out the heroic posture of the women's football team.

A group of boys in jerseys wiped the sweat on their heads and looked at the scene in front of them stupidly. Legs are more relieving of the heat than a cold Coke on this summer day.

A girl passes the ball, and suddenly kicks it off, and the ball flies towards the green field, aiming directly at the two people sitting on the bench.

"Be careful!" The girl covered her mouth and let out a warning sound.

Under the big tree, there were two people sitting quietly on the bench, but neither of them seemed to hear the girl's warning.

One of them was gray-haired, and although he was in good spirits, everyone could imagine that if this ball fell on him, it would definitely not end well.

An old man on a school bench was killed by a ball while reading a book? Maybe the boring newspaper can finally publish something more valuable.

And at the other end of the bench sat a man, dressed in shabby clothes, with a newspaper in his hand and his head bowed, the denim cap on his head obscuring all his expressions, and the most striking thing was the trousers he was wearing, which were so fat that they were worn on him like a skirt.

But no one had the time to laugh at him, because the ball arced straight at him in the air, and he didn't know that he was the next target of the football, and his newspaper in his hand quietly looked into the distance, obviously his attention was not here.

This guy is really miserable, peeking at a beautiful woman may have to be smashed by a football, this should be the end of not reading the newspaper seriously.

Someone rejoiced, although it was embarrassing for the football to hit the man, but at least it was better than hitting the old man.

It was undoubtedly a good kick, and the spinning football smashed precisely on the man's head, knocking him back to his senses, and he was inevitably startled, revealing his slightly decadent face after the hat was smashed off.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" The girl who kicked the ball had already run over, folded her hands on her chest, bent down and kept apologizing.

The man stood up and didn't speak, he slowly lowered his right arm and put down the newspaper in his hand, his face was a little stiff, and his face began to bulge clear blood vessels, which slowly became clear as his heart jumped!

What's even weirder is that the pupils of his eyes are crawling full of green!

This was not over, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and the elbow bone began to deform slightly, but fortunately, the long sleeves concealed the change in his arm.

The girl's apology continued, and as a student at an institution of higher learning, she had a good cultivation.

Of course, there was no shortage of good boys, who picked up his phone and prepared to record the next scene, expecting that the man in tattered clothes would slap the girl in the face in anger, and if so, his Facebook views would reach a new high.

The man glared angrily at the girl who lowered her head and didn't dare to raise it, and her throat made a muffled sound because of the inexplicable squirming, as if a beast was hiding inside.

"All right, young man" An old and vicissitudes of life slapped the angry man's right hand on the shoulder, making him stunned, and his attention was instantly drawn away.

When I looked back, I saw that it was an old man with a smile on his face.

After the old man's interruption, the greenery in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and his right arm, which was frantically deformed, stopped and returned to its original appearance.

"It's okay" The man took two deep breaths, suppressing the only remaining bit of anger in his heart, he looked down at the bracelet on his left wrist, and then squeezed out a smile and said to the girl in front of him, "Pay attention next time"

"Thank you" the girl ran away with the soccer ball.

The man picked up his hat and put it back on.

And after this slightly embarrassing thing, the beauty football game is over, and the boys who played football regretfully took the returned football, sighed, and looked at the man who sat down to read the newspaper again full of anger, all because of this stingy guy, beauty. The leg soccer game is in vain.

But none of this had anything to do with the man, sitting back on the bench again, he chatted with the old man who helped him get rid of his anger, although there was a reason for the sudden interruption from the outside just now, but there was a special aura on the old man's body that really affected him, that kind of tranquility.

"What are you reading?"

The old man in ordinary clothes was the only one who caught the eye with the black book in his hand, and he noticed that although the old man had been holding the book, he had never opened it.

The old man smiled slightly, handed the scripture in his hand to the man, and motioned for him to read it for himself.

Subconsciously glanced at the distance, and found that the figure was still there, the man nodded, and solemnly took the book in his hand with both hands.

Slightly heavy, this is his first feeling, there should be a lot of content in it.

Looking at the cover, there is not a word, only the dark side.

Many religions either have the name of the scriptures written on the cover, or they don't write a word at all, and he has long been accustomed to this, and there was a time when he relied on this way to find a way to calm his anger, and although in the end he regretted that faith could not calm the anger in his heart, but he gained a lot of knowledge and wisdom.

At least not like the magazine cover, he really didn't like the girl in hot clothes, it would make his heart beat faster and he couldn't control his desire to deform.

In comparison, it is still the best scriptures that can make people calm and calm.

Turning the first page, there was a blank space.

On the second page, it is still the same......

He looked through hundreds of sheets in confusion, and finally checked the whole book, and there was not a word.

As if knowing his doubts, the old man explained, "This is a scripture with no content, and the reason why there is no content is because we don't know what should be recorded in it, and I don't even believe in dogma, and I don't care what you eat, and I don't care if you have sinned, but as long as we are believers, we will consciously self-discipline."

"What do you believe in?"

The old man of the "Dark Council" seemed to fall into a state of memory: "At the beginning of World War II, our 107th Army was saved by one of the Dark Council, and since then the Dark Council has become my faith."

Said with some regret, "The only pity is that we have not learned the slightest information about the Dark Council since then, in order to find a sustenance for the faith in our hearts, our veterans spontaneously made this book, because there is no content handed down, so we don't even know the name of the scripture"

The man wanted to say a few words to express his opinion, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, religious beliefs are mysterious, and onlookers have no reason or qualification to judge them.

"But we will still pray about this book, and tell the book all the anger and incomprehension in our hearts, even if it is a wish, and it will be transmitted to the priest of the Dark Council, and he will answer our questions......"

"Uh, thank you" The man nodded, but he didn't plan to ask God, it was useless to ask God for help for his own problems, and now that he was back in the United States, he planned to use science to solve his problems.

Return the book to the old man.

After taking the book, the old man also stood up and prepared to leave, but after taking two steps, he stopped again, turned around slowly, and asked, "My name is Stan Lee, what is your name?" ”

"Bruce Banner," he replied, lowering his hat.