The farthest distance in the world is not the birds and fish that cannot be reached, but the belief that they have the same side but turn away halfway.

After reading the last sentence, Carl El slowly closed the black script in his hand, and his dark suit looked depressed and sad in the drizzle. His steps were heavy, and he stepped down from the stage step by step, squatting down a white lily as he left.

The white lily is the embodiment of the lovesick tears of the owner of the Garden of Eden, and the blooming flowers are the confession of the heart, mourning, nostalgia, and reluctance.

Stark was the first to step forward beyond the crowd, and the black ultra sunglasses that covered most of his face seemed to have only one effect today, and that was to make his eyes look less gloomy. He squatted down slightly, touched the names engraved on the tombstone, and really had a lot of words in his heart that he wanted to say, but he knew that now was not the time, and there were still many people waiting behind, maybe another time.

The second one who came up was Peter Parker, to be precise, Gwen, but Gwen, who was already crying and swollen in the eye circles, obviously lost her ability to move, and relied on Peter Parker's support both forward and turning. The two slowly offered flowers and turned away, Gwen's cry was still clearly audible in the rain and mist, maybe a warrior who cried a lot could not be called a hero, but as a woman, crying was her right.

The parachute rope, road rage, and white ghost stepped forward one after another, they didn't cry, and they didn't even have any expressions, as if they decided to carry out the tough guy temperament thoroughly.

Then there are Magneto and Professor X, but this time it is no longer Storm Girl who is pushing the wheelchair, but Wanda. There was endless sadness in the expressions of the three of them, and it was a little too cruel for the two old men to experience the desolation of the white-haired people sending the black-haired people at this age.

Scott, Andrew, Quicksilver, The Flash, Dr. Banner, Dr. Reed, and Natasha stepped forward to lay flowers......

"Ladies and gentlemen, what you are seeing now is a live broadcast of the memorial scene, Mr. Carl El has finished his eulogy, and now the X-Men soldiers are laying flowers in turn. It's been three days since the Stark tragedy, and yet our grief still can't stop. As the largest superhero death in history, it is worth thinking seriously about how to ensure the safety of the people. Can we still endure the mavericks of some people? Can we still ignore those potential threats? ”

Outside of the funeral, a good-looking male reporter was praising a large pile of unnutritious stuff in front of the camera, and there was a whole street of media around him. The camera's flash almost illuminated the gray weather. It's just that although they said impassionedly one by one, they still deliberately lowered their voices, so as not to disturb this sad and solemn atmosphere.

"Aren't you going to lay flowers?" In mid-air, Diana asked softly as she stood beside Ian with an umbrella.

Ian looked at the obsidian tombstone, which was more than ten meters high, and suddenly closed his eyes, and familiar and friendly faces crossed his mind. It disappeared in the depths of my mind like a meteor. Maybe the appearance of these people will not be forgotten for long, but the bitter hatred has remained.

"You can help me run to Atlantis, the escape from the sea will definitely bring trouble to Arthur, Wesker is very sinister, and Namor and Arthur will never be their opponents when it comes to conspiracy."

Diana looked at Ian's indifferent expression but refused his request for the first time, "I'll let Fish go, as for now, I think I should be by your side." ”

Ian blinked and turned around, "You know, I'm from Asgard. The heroes of the earth will not shake my will, no matter how many they die. ”

Diana nodded when she heard this, "I understand how tough your will is, but people always need someone to accompany them when they are sad and sad." ”

“……”

Offering a glass of chrysanthemum, Fiora slowly got up. Behind him, the four Kryptonian warriors stepped forward in turn, slowly looking up at the sky as they walked back into the crowd. The figures of the man and woman were hidden in a layer of mist, and they could not be seen without good eyesight. A black umbrella seems to isolate the inside of the umbrella from the outside, becoming two worlds.

Fiora smiled dejectedly, originally. The world in there should be its own. Thinking about it, he turned around and looked at Carl Air, who had already started to be interviewed by reporters, when did it start? His mission is no longer to revive Krypton, running around Vanity Fair every day. Enjoy the caress of the sun all the time and the blind worship of people. There is no longer the traditional cultivation of Kryptonian warriors, and the ancient martial arts inherited from the earth are abandoned.

He had already embarked on a different path than herself, a path that made Fiora unable to see the future, and at this moment, she regretted it a little. At the beginning, General Zod did not give herself the burden of reviving Krypton, but she herself put this burden on her shoulders. She was very tired, she was born a warrior and could only be a warrior, she obviously couldn't adapt to this difficult job. When she found Carl Air, she was happy, happy and happy! I feel that I can finally let go of my burden, and when everything is on the right track, maybe I can taste the taste of love like the Earth Girl. It's just a pity that the sweetness of love has not yet been experienced, but the bitterness has filled the chest. As for Carl El, he has Kryptonian genes but has never been a Kryptonian, and maybe Kryptonians have no hope of rising again.

Fiora looked at the tall tombstone again, now, the master who was willing to selflessly teach kung fu to Carl El is gone, and the problem of low Kryptonian demon resistance will one day be reflected in Carl Elle, but she doesn't want to remind anything anymore, not to mention, her reminder has long been useless!

The funeral went on and on, going on until late and until the night was getting dark. Even though it was late at night, there were still more than a dozen homeless people who spontaneously came to the tombstone to mourn, using the money they earned from picking up garbage to buy a bottle of cheap beer, and the feeling of gratitude slowly soaked into the earth with the wine that fell to the ground.

Ian has always been floating in the sky, and he has witnessed it all the time without leaving. It wasn't until the next morning that he and Diana finally fell slowly, looking at the tombstone and being silent.

"We've found the approximate location of Ultron, and he's in contact with a black market seller intending to buy a large amount of vibranium from Wakanda." Nick Fury's voice rang out from behind him.

"You are so annoying, I finally want to cry when no one is around, but you always pick this time to talk to me about these boring things!" Ian snorted coldly and didn't reply.

Nick Fury didn't pay attention to him, just stepped forward and placed the lily in front of the tombstone, "I didn't ask you to participate in the crusade against Ultron, I just told you the news. There are a lot of people who are fighting with Ultron now, Stark and they are much more active than you, and when we are all gone, you can cry again when no one is around! ”

Ian took a deep breath but said helplessly, "When no one is around?" I'm afraid it's hard. As he spoke, he turned his head to look into the distance, and at the end of the road a figure swayed towards him, and Ian followed Nick Fury into the grove not far away.

The umbrella rope seemed to have drunk a lot, knelt down in front of the tombstone in a daze, and then howled and cried, put his cheek on the name of the tombstone and muttered something incoherently, and the sad look made Nick Fury's face unbearable.

Overnight, Jiyou and his girlfriend (although it was just unrequited love) left at the same time, and the man was already strong without collapsing on the spot. Three days ago, he held the duke in one hand and the red-haired woman in the other, and the sobbing appearance that he couldn't wake up to, Ian feels worried when he thinks about it now.

The parachute line was lucky, he was very close to Andrew at the time of the disaster, and was wrapped in a telekinesis shield that protected mutants, while the road rage was stained with Captain America's light. The huge law shield was like a cauldron that enveloped many people in it, and the huge energy was all borne by Captain America alone, so that Captain America, who had been in a coma for three days, still had no signs of waking up. (To be continued.) )