The Reincarnation Passing by Marvel

Chapter 309

The next day.

Tony Stark woke up leisurely, and the person next to his pillow was already awake, looking sideways at him.

"Morning, dear."

"Morning, Tony."

Pepper Potts reached out and stroked his face, and took off a short hair sticking to his cheek.

She smoothed his temples for him, and said with difficulty hiding her distress: "You have gray hair."

"Normal physiological phenomenon."

Tony Stark stretched out his arms, hugged Pepper Potts, and leaned on his shoulder, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Well, it's very comfortable. With you by my side, I feel very at ease."

"In the future, you will get used to such days."

A ray of warmth floated between the beds, and after an unknown amount of time, Jarvis called the time: "Good morning, it's 2011 am on January 1, 17, the weather in Los Angeles..."

After washing and eating, Pepper Potts looked at Tony Stark who was going to read the newspaper on the sofa while tidying up.

As imagined, the phenomenon of fidgeting and being at a loss after being idle did not appear on him.

However, he seems to be able to concentrate on enjoying the holiday now, how long can he maintain this state, and will there be another unexpected incident that interrupts the peaceful atmosphere now?

Pepper Potts' hands are busy, but his heart is lost...

14400 Malibu Street.

A long-lost family traditional repertoire is now coming to an end.

The sport has become more symbolic than practical than it once was.

This is true whether it is Wanda Maximoff or Tobey McGuire.

Not to mention Pietro Maximov.

However, the four of them still completed the whole process meticulously.

After the end, Wang Lun asked the three of them to take a bath even though he didn't sweat. After he took care of his personal hygiene, he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

At the dinner table, "Teacher, what are your plans for today?"

The speaker is Wanda Maximoff.

It was said that before Wang Lun spoke, Toby McGuire blindly delivered the food on the plate to his mouth, raised his head, and stared at him intently.

"Go visit your Grandpa Stan."

Wang Lun put down his chopsticks and said, "There's also Ma Ke, master and servant, he's gone, so it's only natural to go and burn incense sticks for him."

"teacher."

Pietro Maximoff said: "I want to ask about the arrangement for Hancock..."

He hesitated and said, "Hancock has been living in the cemetery for the past few days and doesn't go anywhere, so I can't persuade him.

So, I think, unless the teacher comes forward..."

"Hancock is Superman after all."

Wanda Maximoff took over the conversation: "Teacher, because of his father's relationship, there is a substantial bond between him and us-this reason is actually far-fetched.

Therefore, it is absolutely impossible for us to ignore him, otherwise, once he becomes our enemy, no one will be his opponent except the teacher in the future.

The absence of kryptonite in this universe means he has no weaknesses.

Suppose he becomes the teacher's student, our younger brother.

When he grows up smoothly, the teacher can take him with him no matter which universe he goes to, and use him as the most powerful assistant; or let him stay in this universe to solve the worries for the teacher.

No matter which one it is, Pietro's proposal is indeed the top priority. I think the teacher can consider it. "

"I can't beat him."

Toby McGuire suddenly pouted and interjected discouragedly.

Then he said again: "Father, I have grown up now, can I learn?"

"Ha ha."

Wang Lun reached out and touched his head, "Of course."

"Yeah, that's great!"

Tobey McGuire cheered.

Wang Lun looked at him with a smile, then turned his gaze back and said: "As for Hancock, at first, I was very happy to have such an opponent appear.

You also know what happened later, because of my confused consciousness, I sealed him up, so that when I saw him a few days ago, he still had some shadows on me.

So, in front of him, I will never mention the things Will Smith once asked, just send him to you.

Afterwards, although this kid ran away like a ghost, I can understand his mood.

It's not that I don't care about it, but that the child also needs a time alone to accept the fact that his relatives have left and to think slowly. "

"Du, dun."

While knocking on the table lightly, he said slowly: "During the time I was away, you have experienced unprecedented things, and both your mind and strength have grown extremely fast.

The way of looking at things, the angle of thinking about problems, etc., are becoming more mature or have already matured.

However, I want to warn you here:

It is not necessary to use doctrine.

What others have done in history has nothing to do with you.

You just need to remember that externally, the eight-character motto of 'those who follow me will prosper and those who oppose me will perish', everything will be crushed by majestic and majestic momentum, and there will be no disadvantages.

Internally, "one piece of heart for heart", moving people with emotion, convincing people with virtue, and ruling people with law.

As for whether you want to help relatives or not, it depends on the position and proportion of this person or this matter in your heart.

If there are such people who appear as "for you, why not make an enemy of the world", remember, before being moved, think about how deep your connection with the world is, and then think about it, do you need it? Let others do the work for you. "

After speaking, Wang Lun couldn't help but smile when he saw that the two siblings were either thoughtful or calm, while Toby McGuire's mouth was slightly open, like a little fish surviving on dry land, and mosquito coils seemed to appear in his eyes. Er smiled and said, "Enough talking, let's eat."

……

Los Angeles Municipal Hospital.

In a single room.

Stan was lying flat on the hospital bed, with an oxygen tube inserted into his nostrils, and intravenous infusion on the back of his hand, drop by drop, just like his gentle breathing rhythm, and he was fast asleep.

Next to the hospital bed is a bedside table with wheels on the left side, a transparent long-necked glass vase full of white carnations on the bedside table, an electrocardiogram monitoring instrument on the right side, and a folding chair with black leather cushions by the window. , at this time, it was empty.

With a sound of "squeak", the door of the ward was gently pushed open, and an old man with gray hair, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, and brown cotton slippers walked in, holding a steaming thermos cup in his hand.

He looked at Stan first, then observed the monitoring equipment, and seeing that everything was as usual, he slowly closed the door, walked to the chair and sat down.

The golden sunlight refracted in through the shutters, and painted the four white walls with colorful halos, adding color and a little vitality to the interior.

Ian McLaren squinted his eyes, ready to take a nap in the warm sunshine.

After days of cloudy and rainy days, it finally ushered in a sunny day. When the old man woke up, he pushed him outside for a walk, basking in the sun and blowing the wind, breathing a little free air.

With such thoughts circling in his mind, he also fell asleep unknowingly, and only woke up when he felt the thermos cup in his hand being carefully pulled away.

"Well, here you come."

Seeing the person coming, Ian McLaren said: "I know you will come, but I don't know when you will come."

While speaking, he nodded frequently, but he paid tribute to the people around him.

"Sorry, I'm a little late."

Wang Lun handed the thermos back to him and said, "How is your health? How long will it take before you can be discharged from the hospital?"

"I am fine."

Ian McLaren was about to stand up while answering: "I should be the one who wants to say sorry. If it wasn't for me, Marko wouldn't..."

"..." A hand rested on his shoulder, stopping his movement.

"Marco is indeed a pity, but the living don't need to live in self-blame and guilt.

Otherwise, his death is meaningless. "

Wang Lun pushed him back on the chair, shook his head, and said, "Although I have avenged your revenge, people will not come back to life.

So, looking forward, being grateful, commemorating, remembering, continuing to live with you, and living with him with his share, there is no conflict at all.

Professor McLaren, at your age, I don't think I need to repeat these words. "

He patted the old man's shoulder and squeezed it lightly. Afterwards, his eyes shifted, and his footsteps moved along with his eyes.

There were four more people in the room, four breathing sounds, and the conversation that was slightly lower than normal just now, none of these movements woke up Stan who was sleeping soundly.

Wang Lun walked to the bed and looked at him quietly.

Unlike the last time we met, his appearance has changed a bit.

The originally neatly combed hair was messed up, and the thickness was much lower than before.

After taking off his glasses, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. His eyes were deeply bagged and his cheeks were much thinner. From his cheekbones to his temples, the age spots of different shades looked shocking.

The back of his hands and throat were exposed outside the bedding, and it was obvious that his weight had plummeted.

He looked at it carefully and carefully. It didn't matter. Suddenly a small hand was stuffed into his palm. Wang Lun looked in the direction, but it was Toby McGuire.

He pursed his lips, his small head wandered back and forth between the person he was leading and the person lying down, watching.

Perhaps his actions were unintentional.

However, Wang Lun realized that because of his visit and silence, the already small ward had added some depressing atmosphere.

And Tobey McGuire has always been sensitive in this regard.

Wang Lun pulled him, took a few steps outward and back, and when he came to Ian McLaren, he said softly: "When he wakes up, let me know, and I will come to see him again."

"it is good."

"Well, you should also take a good rest. If the doctor confirms that you are fine, you should leave the hospital early. Taking care of Stan can also be done in other ways."

"..."

Ian McLaren opened his mouth and finally said nothing, just smiled.

Seeing this, Wang Lun said, "Then don't bother, let's go first and see you later."

(End of this chapter)