[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

Early the next morning, Aunt Mei heard the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in Peter's room. She went upstairs and said, "Peter! What are you doing?"

There was a sound of something being knocked down, and Peter poked his head out from the stairs: "Aunt Mei! Do you know where the old mobile phone I used in elementary school is? I remember there is a mobile phone card in it!"

"What do you want this for?" Aunt Mei asked strangely, she picked up the already hot tea, "Aren't you in the attic with your old toys?"

"Toy? It's an electrical appliance, why is it with the toy!" Peter frantically ran up to the attic, and Aunt May replied, "Don't forget that you packed it yourself!"

Peter finally found the old-fashioned black mobile phone from the bottom of the cloth storage box, under the Iron Man doll and the four-wheel drive racing model. in one breath.

Well, problem with contacting Mr. Zemo solved.He threw himself on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief, but his mind couldn't stop thinking about what Mr. Zemo said, his expression, and his behavior.

"I always thought he was a cheerful, optimistic guy," Peter thought. He, I'll never know the other side of him. Actually he's desperate, he's heartbroken, but no one knows but me. Nobody knows both sides of him, has a place in both his lives .but I am."

Peter suddenly had a feeling of comfort. He was definitely a special person to Helmut. Maybe Helmut didn't care about this, but he firmly believed that he was indeed important.

"Only I know his despair, maybe only I can pull him out of despair." Peter thought, he felt a warm and firm force filling his body, "Maybe I won't succeed, but I will definitely succeed." To try with all my strength, I will not let the man I love despair. I will not let him die in some deserted corner and be buried in an unmarked grave. I will do it even if he doesn't love me."

"What's more, he didn't say he didn't love me. And when I asked him if he had someone he loved, he hesitated, didn't he?"

One of the great things about Peter is that he can always pick himself up again, so that morning, when Zemo opened the door, he saw Peter standing up on one leg on the bicycle again.

"Hey, Helmut," Peter said, smiling brightly, which made Zemo feel a little better.

"Hey, Peter." He walked out the door.At this moment, Peter raised the light green lunch box in his hand. "Aunt Mei asked me to bring over the sandwiches she made. She said that the sandwiches you usually buy in the supermarket contain a lot of harmful substances. I can send you a link for details. She read me the disadvantages according to the webpage— —Anyway, she asked me to give this to you."

"Thank you." Zemo took the lunch box with a smile, "Today is Saturday, do you have an appointment with your friends?"

"Yes," Peter nodded and got off the bicycle, "Gwen said that there is a new pottery shop near our school, and she wants to do some ceramics. You and her should have met, we hit it off, but It's just ordinary friends, there are so many people chasing her, I don't want to squeeze her."

"It's good for you to have more contact with your peers." Zemo said, "Where's Ned? Isn't he going with you?"

"I made an appointment with him, but he is going to take his cousins ​​at home today, so he can't get away." Peter spread his hands helplessly, and then when Zemo was thinking about the next sentence, he took a step forward and gently hugged Zemo Mo quickly backed away, "Then I'll go first." He said, "You should eat less frozen sandwiches in the supermarket, it's not good for your health."

Zemo shook his head: "When did you become so talkative?" But Peter knew he was not angry, so he rode on the bicycle with a smile on his face, "Goodbye! Helmut!"

"Goodbye." Zemo said. When he turned his head, he saw that the quick-frozen sandwiches in the house were still in the microwave and had not been heated. He opened the lunch box and greeted him with fresh sandwiches lying in it.

"For my health," he said, throwing the frozen sandwich in the trash.

Peter arrived at the place he had agreed with Gwen in ten minutes. Gwen had already started picking out the clay inside. Seeing him coming, Gwen greeted him. "Someone is late." Gwen laughed, "And it seems to be a good student Peter Parker who is never late."

Peter scratched his head in embarrassment: "I got up early this morning, but after looking for something, I made a sandwich again. The fried egg in the sandwich was fried, so I did it again— — Anyway, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be late."

"It's okay, you're only 4 minutes late, which is much better than some of the others." Gwen turned her head and put the clay on the round board, "I always thought it was your aunt preparing breakfast for your family, but I didn't expect you self-made."

"Oh, that sandwich wasn't my breakfast," said Peter, blushing a little. "I made it for someone else."

Gwen raised her eyebrows: "Girlfriend?" She scanned Peter's face with curious excitement and probing eyes.

"What? Of course not!" Peter realized the heat on his face, but he still insisted on denying it.

Gwen thought for a while. "Well, Peter, honestly, is this your first crush on someone? I mean, first love?"

"Why do you think so?" Peter pretended to be surprised to hide his guilt.

"Because generally speaking, boys only blush so easily when they face their first love. You look so cute." Gwen couldn't help laughing.

Peter blushed even more, and he became distressed.

"I won't talk nonsense, don't worry." Gwen said, her eyes moved away from Peter, and she began to delve into the clay in front of her, "You choose a kind of clay, and we will chat while making pottery. What do you like?" Is it your neighbor?"

Peter shrank his hand that had just touched the clay, and he stared at Gwen in horror like a scourge.

Gwen narrowed her eyes: "Actually, I'm just guessing casually. After all, your social circle is very simple. Apart from your classmates, the neighbors are probably the people you get in touch with the most—so is this true?"

The author has something to say: I finally realized why it took so long to write.

Because I want to write a thinner emotional line in this article, and I also want to write a thinner plot line. In this way, it is almost three times as much as before.

emm... After looking at the introduction of the school literature club, I found that it is basically about Chinese studies. The introduction is full of obscure four-character words, so it is better to merge with the Chinese studies club.Personally, I think literature does not simply refer to studying how to use dictionaries to be elegant, gorgeous, and ancient when writing articles, but more importantly, how to express what you want to express in the most appropriate language, so that readers can see what is in your mind. Scenes, pictures, feel the emotions you want to express, this is a kind of communication between the reader and the author.If an article has no thought, no matter how many allusions and ancient poems are used to fill it, it will only make people feel flashy.

emmm... It's like many high-scoring essays for the college entrance examination. (Resentment from someone who can never get a high score in composition...