marvel angel

"Good afternoon, daddy." Angela heard the visitor's name and immediately held his strong hand. "We are the ones who should be sorry. We should have visited you earlier. Please come in."

"Thank you, Ms. Ziegler." Hunter took off his simple straw jazz hat, bowed his head politely to Angela, and then said hello to Lorna behind the counter, "Hello, Miss Dann."

"Hello, Mr. Hunter." Lorna saw that Hunter had a lot of gray hair mixed on his head, and she showed the same respect to him as Angela, "Nice to meet you, by the way, those three How do boys describe Angela and me so that you can tell us apart so quickly?”

Although Hunter's figure has gained some weight, his steps are still neat.As he walked towards the counter, he preached:

"They said that Angela is the most beautiful, but her soul is more beautiful than her face; Lorna is the coolest, but her character is stronger than her figure. Sure enough, after being influenced by you, they stopped lying."

"I don't believe they can come up with such innocent sentences," Lorna smiled and poured a glass of champagne for Hunter. "Dad, I guess your skills in arranging other people's moods are better than your skills in styling hair."

"You discovered it." Hunter laughed and clinked glasses with Lorna. "That's why my barber shop didn't close down in 2008."

"Of course," Angela agreed and sat next to Hunter, "It must be a pleasure to chat with you while getting a haircut. Customers' pursuit of enjoyment will never fail."

"Thank you for your hospitality and compliments." Hunter took a sip and put down his glass. He looked at Angela and Lorna with admiration in his eyes, "However, I am not here to attract guests, nor am I here to show off or accept others. The flattery of young people. I want to come and see you two in person and express my sincere gratitude to you. Thank you for bringing back the three little guys Shamik, Dante and Chico who have worried me for many years. I really I'm glad there are two such noble girls on the block. I believe you will light up Harlem in the future."

"You praise us too much," Angela shook her head and smiled. "The most we can do is serve as a signpost on their road to life. It's up to them which way they go. Mr. Henry, you have been your companion and companion for so long. Take care and write the right values ​​into their hearts so that they can make the right choices.”

"Even so, my gratitude to you will not be compromised." The admiration in Hunter's eyes became stronger and stronger. "Sometimes, the kindness of strangers can touch people's hearts more than those of relatives and friends. Angela, Lorna, you I don’t know how happy and excited I was that day when the three of them walked into my store with guilty faces and expressed their determination to repent to me in a sensible tone that I had never heard before.”

As Hunter spoke, the corners of his eyes turned red. He quickly changed the topic to control his emotions:

"Ha, fortunately, I held it back at the time, not as embarrassed as Bobby Fish who cried out. Bobby is a regular customer of my store, and he originally wanted to come with me to see you two. But the three little guys followed John After I left, I had to leave him behind to look after the store.”

"Leave" Lorna asked, "Don't John want to travel across the country? Are they following him?"

"Also, where is the Water Belly Snake?" Angela also asked, "What did Stokes say to John's sudden farewell? Did it embarrass him?"

"No," Hunter replied patiently, "Stokes has always been very broad-minded. In the absence of financial conflicts of interest, as long as there is room for friendship, he will never break up with others. Moreover, he also John sent his farewell blessings and financial assistance, and he must be really grateful for John’s service during this period.”

"You seem to" Lorna sniffed out a clue, "you know Stokes very well."

"I had a relationship with him." Hunter explained without hesitation. "Later, I withdrew from his family's gang. It was as simple as that. Therefore, I would not say anything about him even though I also had a disgraceful past. Not good. He wants to continue to use tougher methods to fight for the rights of black people. I just hope that there will be less violence in his methods in the future."

"I hope so too." Angela thought for a while and said, "If he can communicate more with you, an old friend, in the future, I think he will."

"I don't think he will recognize me as his friend." Hunter smiled helplessly, raised his glass and took a sip.

"Henry," Angela looked deep into Hunter's eyes, "When we first met Stokes, he told us about a man he respected the most. I have a feeling that the man he was talking about, That’s you.”

"He respects me the most." Hunter smiled hesitantly this time, as if he had a little hope, "Angela, you think too highly of me, forget it, let's not mention him, let's talk about the three children. . I feel that what they lack is not motivation or ambition, but a broad vision. Following John's journey may be the experience they need most in their teenage years, so I called and helped them convince their mother to let them go. They feel at ease.”

"Indeed," Lorna nodded in agreement, "Mr. Thunderbird couldn't be more reliable when it comes to taking care of and protecting children. But this time, uh" Lorna seemed to have thought of something, but didn't say it out loud.

"Haha, don't worry," Hunter said with a smile, "I've told a few of them not to disturb Thunderbird when he goes on a date with Twinkle, and run aside to play."

"Yeah" Angela and Lorna widened their eyes at the same time.

"Oh" Hunter saw the confusion on their faces and explained, "Flicker is the nickname given to Clarice by the three boys. At that time, John was saying goodbye to me, but Clarice followed in the blink of an eye. Flash showed up at the store. The boys were so excited that they wanted to give her a code name. After some discussion, they settled on the word Flash, which seems to be a popular word in video games."

"So" Lorna asked slowly, "you know John and Clarice are mutants"

"I've known it for a long time." Hunter smiled slightly, "They two trust me very much."

"Then we also trust you." Lorna knew what kind of response Angela would make at this moment, so she answered before her.Looking at the way Angela looked at her, Lorna knew that she had guessed Angela's mind correctly again.

"John told me the purpose of the mutant underground party," Hunter said frankly without any scruples, "I very much agree with your philosophy. Although I am not one of you, if I have this honor, I will very much I am happy to help you take care of those people with special abilities who want to live a low-key life."

"Thank you very much, Dad." Angela held Hunter's warm and generous palm again, "Your support is a great encouragement to us. I believe that with your broad mind and magnanimity, you will definitely take care of a legendary hero."

"Hehe" Lorna didn't add anything more, she just laughed and put her hands up.She gained another friendship between mutants and ordinary people, and she felt that the future was extremely bright.

"Okay," Angela pinched Lorna's cheek as she giggled, "Let's pack up and get ready to go."

"Where to go?" Lorna asked.

"The best barbers are here," Angela said casually, lifting up Lorna's silky long hair, "Of course I want to experience his skills in person."

In the "Daddy" barber shop, Angela sat at the door and played chess with Fish, while Lorna sat on a chair and discussed with Hunter what kind of hair style to design.

When the black dye was washed away, Lorna found that she had to face the problem of hair color. The green part had almost invaded her shoulders.She looked left and right in the mirror, and for the first time in her life, she felt dissatisfied with the style of her long hair.

As an old barber, Hunter quickly guessed Lorna's thoughts.He picked up a slightly larger pair of scissors and said to Lorna in the mirror:

"Dark green goes well with short hair, and it especially matches your white skin tone and slim face."

Lorna turned her head and glanced at Angela, who was meditating on the chess game, and smiled without saying a word.She knew that Angela was not ignoring her, but wanted to tell her: she can decide her own hairstyle, regardless of whether she likes it or not.

"Angela will like me no matter what, why not let her like a different me?" After thinking briefly in her mind for a few seconds, Lorna immediately made a decision.

Hearing the sharp click of the scissors, Angela rolled her eyes and glanced to the right: the cool Miss Polaris looked more and more like her when she first met in the movie and TV series.

Hunter took care of Lorna's new hairstyle for a long time, and Angela and Fish played a chess game for a long time.Finally, Angela had to admit that the old man on the street in the ordinary alley was better and surrendered.

"Angela, it's your turn." At this time, Lorna had just finished doing her hair.She stood up and gave the chair to Angela, while she sat opposite Fish.

Angela's hair just needed a little trimming, and Hunter quickly got the job done.

The chess game ended quickly.

"Alas" Fish walked behind the chair and patted Angela on the shoulder.Angela saw in the mirror that Fish's eyes seemed to be full of sympathy when he looked at her.

"Don't sigh, Bobby," Lorna called to Fish, "Maybe my chess moves are too weird and you're not used to it yet. Let's play another game."

"No, no." Fish smiled bitterly, "I've been called the Harlem Chess King for a long enough time, and it's time to give it to someone else."

"Man, stop bragging. No one has ever called you that." Hunter came out of the back room to discredit his old friend, holding a long box in his hand.

"But they all know my level well, and they are all convinced by me." Fish retorted casually, took the box, and helped Hunter put Lorna's cut black hair into the box.

"Please wait a moment" Angela shouted.She picked up the scissors and cut off a lock of pale blond hair from her temples.

Lorna saw Angela tying her hair with hers and tying a beautiful knot at one end of the black hair, and she couldn't help but feel moved in her heart:

"My angel, how much do you love me? The endless surprises you give me seem to be endless."

After seeing off the girls holding gifts at the door, Fish stroked his gray goatee, looked at their backs, and sighed against the sunset:

"What wonderful girls! I can almost see from them what Harlem will look like in the future. Henry, what about you Henry?"

Fish turned around and saw his old friend modifying the notice on the wall:

"Must pay, no credit, except: Muhammad Ali, Nelson Mandela, Richard Roundtree, Michael Jordan, Al Pacino, Pat Riley, Lorna Dane En and Angela Ziegler.”

"Wherever there are angels, there is heaven." Hunter put away his pen, looked at the list, and said with satisfaction.