"Wow!"

Christine placed the music box in front of the fruitcake and slowly pulled the clockwork.

"Be careful." The old man looked at the music box with some concern, and always felt that it was about to fall apart.

Today is the 70th birthday of Christine's grandmother, Jiang Ping.

She is half Chinese, so her mother taught her both Chinese and English since she was a child. Her grandfather has a very special surname, Gongsun. Decades ago, the couple came to New York together to earn money working in watch shops and restaurants.

Grandpa Sun Bin died of stomach cancer in 05, and Jiang Ping lived alone in this neighborhood, not far from their family. On the occasion of the old man's 70th birthday, a family rarely got together and cooked more than a dozen classic Chinese dishes.

Christine spent a lot of time in this house when she was younger. The old couple has always loved her, told her many stories, and made all kinds of snacks.

This music box is something that grandmother Jiang Ping cherishes very much. They came to New York in a hurry, they didn't understand the language, they didn't have a place to live, and most of the valuable things such as jewelry were exchanged for money, and this iron box has been left until now.

A soft and touching melody is released outside the music box, without the slightest pause or mistone. With the rhythm of the keys, three generations can't help but hum a leisurely and soulful melody.

"Night Primrose, I'll sing for you

Nightshade, I'll think about it for you......"

The white-clothed singer on the piano pedestal, she slowly raised her head to the tune of "Night Fragrance", and her white neck was like a swan.

Her face was blurred, but she was breathtakingly beautiful. The shy singer sang in a low voice, slowly mustered up her courage, and looked up at the person in front of her, just as she had been many years ago.

Silently, Jiang Ping's eyes were full of tears. The singer's face doesn't need any portrayal, because she knows that it is herself decades ago.

There was only one audience member in the audience, and he was a well-known craftsman. The girl in the white dress sneaked onto the stage, singing the song she knew best. He said that he would remember that moment for the rest of his life and keep it carefully until a hundred years later.

The original craftsman was gone, and the music box was so old that it lost its sound, until the melody sounded again.

Even a moment of time can be preserved for a long, long time.

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"Han Li, how the hell did you do it?"

"Take it apart, change parts, wipe it down, put it on." Han Li replied very sincerely.

He was concentrating on the mentoring game with Big-Headed Bear, and had no intention of answering the questions of the curious baby Christine.

"Interstellar, let me try, I'm strong."

Three minutes later. Han Li helped her type GG. A mocking emoji from Big-Headed Bear was sent to the chat.

The girl rubbed her hair and was in a trance. Where did this monster come out, how could it be so strong.

Han Li's expression was helpless. Big-headed bears usually only have red dot operations, and they can be regarded as good hands. When playing against him, it was in a state of "restrictions lifted", and during this time, his comprehensive strength was still getting stronger because of fitness.

If he can't go through college, he will play e-sports. Big-headed bear said so.

During this time, Christine often ran to the antique store to "pry" on his little secrets. Han Li pondered, you want to know, I still want to figure it out myself.

Knock knock! Two tattooed Mexicans in sleeveless shirts came to the door.

Christine suddenly became nervous, but Han Li had no nervousness and got used to it.

"Don't panic, I'm just here to collect protection money." There have always been small gangs on this street, Asian, sometimes Russian, Mexican...... Change often. He never cared much about these things, just pay on time and don't bother them anymore.

Han Li took out 150 yuan from the cash register, skillfully opened the door, and stuffed it into the hands of the leader.

"Boss Mai said, your store occupies a good space, and the business is good, so you will add 100 yuan in the future."

Han Li was stunned for a moment, turned around and walked towards the store.

"Boy, did you hear that? Add 100! ”

"I'll call my boss and ask him."

"What are you doing, give the money quickly! Who the is going to wait for you to call! ”

Han Li dialed the phone, but the other party had turned off the phone. That uncle is always unreliable and often forgets to charge his phone.

"The boss couldn't get through the phone. Leave your contact information and come back later. ”

Christine watched Han Li negotiate with two strong Mexican gangsters in the store calmly, and her expression naturally seemed to be haggling with people at the grocery market.

She didn't know that Han Li was actually a bit of a trivial "mental illness". Li Lei, as the person who has been with him for the longest time, has vaguely discovered this.

On the surface, the boy always looked sickly and weak, never quarreled with others, had a good temperament, and hated violence. In fact, Han Li really didn't care about those who were proud of violence, he felt disgusted and bored by it, not afraid.

He found that Han Li lacked ordinary people's knowledge of dangerous things, such as fierce beasts, swords, guns, and fires. That's why Li Lei often told Han Li that when he met these people, he would avoid leaving, and if they asked for money, he would give it and not cause conflicts.

But today there was an accident. The small Mexican gang of "Boss McT" has just taken over the "business" of this neighborhood this month, and it is time to establish its authority.

The man behind him half unleashed, and a fierce pitbull sprang out from behind him, letting out a fierce growl at the door of the antique shop. If you want to scare people, this muscular and fierce dog is better than a bright knife.

"I said, the boss is not in the store, and the phone can't get through. I'm just an ordinary clerk, and I don't know how to do accounts......"

Santino also muttered in his heart, this person is small and thin, maybe just over 100 pounds. Santino hasn't been in this business for long, and he has only been in charge of collecting protection money for three weeks, and he used to knock on the door and collect money. If it doesn't work, let the dog out and scare people.

He loosened another stretch of rope, and the pitbull's salivating fangs were only half a meter away from the boy's legs.

Han Li was so shocked that his hind feet were unstable, and he glared at the pitbull in annoyance.

The nearly 100-pound fierce dog's heart twitched, the muscles of the whole body stiffened, and he fell straight to the ground. Its muscles twitched, its limbs swung wildly, it moved backwards, and its mouth was foaming at the mouth.

Santino was overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events. This Pitbull is not his, this is Boss McT's dog! Lend it to them to hold up the cards. In the boss's heart, this pit bull "Carmen" is much more important than their little minions.

What's the matter with this guy, does he have the legendary qigong and can kill people with his eyes?

"Matisse, beat him!"

Matisse, who was also confused, woke up like a dream, took out the metal bat he carried with him and slammed it at Han Li's shoulder, and the violent sound of breaking the wind came from the hard work he usually worked hard for.

Christine, who was about to call 911, was stunned. The thin Han Li caught the metal bat with one hand, and Matisse exerted force with both hands at the same time, his face was flushed, and the bat seemed to have been poured into the wall with cement, not moving at all.

All metals are his friends, crafts, machinery, swords are the same. Han Li didn't know what kinetic energy was because he hadn't gone to school, he wanted the bat to stop, and it stopped.

Santino was furious, Matisse, you are playing me! He drew his bat and swung it towards Han Li with all his might, and the two of them froze together.

"I said, the boss is really not there. There is surveillance at the door of the store, and if you do this again, I will ask the boss to call the police. ”

The emaciated teenager held two metal bats in his hands, and his tone gradually became impatient. He doesn't like this kind of violence that arbitrarily bullies others, and the kind of violence that takes the road of violence for revenge in "The True Color of Heroes" can barely move him.

Perhaps by illusion, the two strong Mexican men felt that the bats had become a little hot, and they held them in their hands like a red-hot pot.

The two dropped their bats, and Santino picked up the heavy pitbull and ran off into the distance in the deep sadness of the gangster's dreams shattered.

Han Li put down the two metal bats a little boringly, the place where the bats were held just now had clear fingerprints burned, and the paint on the surface was burned black.

He was confused. Do you have superpowers?

"You're an Inhuman!" Christine's voice of exclamation came from behind.

"What?"

"My grandfather, he said he had seen the Inhuman with his own eyes. They have abilities that are different from ordinary people, but they don't want to be discovered by ordinary people, and they have existed thousands of years ago.

Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret. ”

Han Li couldn't hear what she was saying at this time.

A hallucinatory voice sounded in his head, serious, lonely, distant.

"Home, Konstantin, go home......"

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