There is a noodle restaurant [Zhongyingmei]

For a moment, Xia Mian vaguely understood why Grandpa wanted her to come here.

Some characters cannot fully appreciate the charm of each other through the screen. The modesty that comes from the soul is like the spring breeze blowing through the branches, three-dimensional and vivid, the corners of the lips are clear and gentle, and the speech speed is just right and gentle. , He is a person with high emotional intelligence, even if his partners have just had a conflict, but those quiet blue eyes seem to be able to tolerate all tragedies and hopes.

Talking to such a person should be very worry-free, unless it is a matter of principle, he will not make anyone who talks to him feel uncomfortable.

But again, there are no secrets in front of such a person.

He has eyes that can see through everything.

There is nothing to hide your secret, even if he doesn't tell it, everything about others has already been laid out and stood in front of him without a trace.

Terrible psychic abilities.

The flowers of the real kaolin must be respected and kept at a distance.

"My friends have some small conflicts. We won't stay in the corridor for too long."

The diplomatic issue was also solved by Charles. After all, it was basically useless to count on the scrap metal collector next to him who would only make people look embarrassed.

Xia Mian nodded, "It's good to keep your voice down, good night everyone, there is still a long way to go to Montreal, it's enough to make people worry about being tense all the time."

Is she convincing them?

Charles smiled: "Thank you."

Xia Mian closed the door, blocking the sight of those people looking at her.

They were the only ones left in the corridor, and Eric's face was always gloomy. He didn't want to make trouble with Charles, but obviously, he didn't want to hear Charles's remarks either.

"Let's go back first."

Back in their respective boxes, Eric shut himself in.

The others also went back one after another.

Charles and Hank were the only ones left in the corridor. Hank, who had turned into a normal human, looked very honest and tall.

"You know that lady?"

Asked very tactfully, when Aestivation appeared, Hank's sudden fluctuations in mental activity were inadvertently noticed by Charles.

Obviously, it was a dark but fond memory.

Hank scratched his head embarrassingly, "I've seen her before, she cooks very well, and that was the most delicious meal I had during that period."

Most mutants are unwilling to recall their past, but there is some warmth in the gloomy memory, and it is not difficult to talk about it.

Charles smiled: "That's a kind lady, Hank, but you didn't thank her?"

Hanke's expression was slightly apologetic, not only did he not apologize, he broke into her noodle shop and ate food, and was caught and found, the other party not only did not scold him angrily, but also made him a bowl of noodles.

Since then, Hank has fallen in love with Chinese noodles.

Hank was active in his thoughts, and one sentence evoked his memories. The warm and peculiar building, the black-haired beauty in the building, and the guilt and timidity in the heart of the beast, Charles overheard Hank's thoughts, "Sorry, I heard Your voice."

"No, it's nothing, I know you didn't mean it, Charles, my fault, I should thank her formally."

Charles subconsciously glanced at the closed box door, his sea-blue eyes could easily comfort people, "There will be a chance."

In fact, after Xia Mian closed the door, she sat there quietly like a statue, the weather was cooler, she put on a coat over her skirt, the collar was raised up, and the buttons were tightly buttoned, except for breathing and blinking occasionally, As if a dummy.

Peter slept very deeply and comfortably. He even kicked the quilt when he was a teenager, but he was restless. Xia Mian directly pressed the quilt under him, and sat there quietly sighing.

"I'm not promising, I'm nervous at this level."

A group of exceptionally gifted humans.

No matter how vigilant Riven and Hank are to human beings, they are oppressed and hurt, but if they are in the same equal ecological circle, they are the top of the biological chain.

It's just that they haven't thought of this yet.

But just telepathy is a headache. I hope that Professor X didn't think about her just now, otherwise, his mind will be swamped by a bunch of B-station videos.

Prosperous beauty.

Well-deserved name.

Lu Qiqi: You've got a dead face, you don't have the ability to make waves.

In the middle of the night, Xia Mian sat alone by the bed for a long time, and at one o'clock in the morning, she rolled up the blanket to rest.

While the train was running, Peter woke up at six o'clock. Seeing that Xia Mian was still resting, he suppressed the yawn he was about to yawn, stretched softly, and went out to get breakfast.

The breakfast on the train can't be expected to be delicious, but it can fill the stomach anyway, hard bread, eggs, and a glass of water.

Bread Peter couldn't swallow it after taking a bite. He was very confused. He was not delicate, why such an ordinary bread couldn't be swallowed. Is he a little bit drifting recently?

A teenager thinks about life in the morning.

The sunlight came in from the train window, illuminating the carriage, Xia Mian raised her hand to cover her eyes, and listened to the young man muttering.

"It's normal to think that bread is tasteless, and I don't think about what you usually eat. You haven't tasted sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. Ordinary bread is naturally tasteless."

Xia Mian drooped her eyelids, got up from the shop in a daze, her voice was muffled and somewhat indifferent.

Peter suddenly realized, he smiled and turned his head, "Sister, are you awake?"

Xia Mian didn't wake up, she rubbed her face in a daze.

"Well, did you sleep well?"

Peter still smiled, but nodded hesitantly.

He had a dream.

A dream that was too sad. When I woke up, I didn't know the date, and my limbs seemed to be hung with lead weights, which was extremely heavy.

Fortunately, when he woke up, he forgot everything in the dream, leaving only scattered fragments to remind Peter of his past.

With his sister beside him, this is a train carriage, with the faint and regular sound of the rails.

Not some horrible barren planet.

He is still here.

"Sister eats breakfast?"

"Don't eat."

Xia Mian flipped through her bag, "You don't even like it, and I can't eat it either. There are red bean pies here, do you want to eat?"

Peter: "Eat."

It is very reasonable to eat in the morning.

For this trip, Xia Mian made all the preparations and made sure to settle everything, trying to open a branch before Christmas this year.

There is a lot of traffic before and after Christmas, and there will be regular activities on the street during the lively festival. It would be great for the new store to catch up with this time period.

After breakfast in the morning, Xia Mian took out the contract and plan, revised and perfected it. Whenever this time, Xia Mian misses the 21st century very much, with high efficiency and less detours.

As soon as he opened a page, there was a sudden sound on the roof of the train carriage.

Peter keenly heard the cautious footsteps behind, mixed with the sound of the train, and rushed into Peter's ears.

Who would walk around on the roof of a car?

And according to the strength of the landing, the opponent landed at a height of about one meter, and there was more than one person.

The young man's muscles were tense, and before he realized it, he was already vigilantly paying attention to everything around him, bending his knees, in a posture of absolute preparation for battle.

He is not unfamiliar, but very skilled. He likes to deal with such emergencies. Even if he loses his memory, the habits and instincts engraved in his soul will not disappear.

Peter's spider sensor kept alarming, and the visitor was not friendly, so he quickly told Xia Mian, "Sister, someone attacked the train."

Xia Mian: "Yes."

Peter: ...

Gone?

Xia Mian didn't respond, and was still looking at the contract.

"About three people, sister?"

Peter was very concerned, but Xia Mian was a little absent-minded, "Our carriage is far away, so it won't be affected."

Peter frowned, "There are too many people in the car."

Xia Mian pinched the paper with her hand, the black-haired woman had a subtle look on her face, and even though the little spider had forgotten everything, and his milky IQ seemed to have dropped to kindergarten, he could always make Xia Mian feel unknowingly. See the shadow of Spider-Man.

Brave, fearless, kind, committed.

Xia Mian raised her head and looked at the solemn Peter, "Don't you want to get back your memory? Why are you still so loyal to what you used to do? Can the flag not be broken so quickly?"

Peter blinked his eyes, and suddenly smiled, his eyes sparkling: "Sister! How do you know I want to see it?!"

"Wow, you don't just want to see it, I know you're going to beat up people who attack trains and make them turn themselves in, you do it all the time, everyone knows you and adores you, yet you don't even buy a hamburger All the money has to be deducted from pocket money, delivering a takeaway can be late from [-]:[-] p.m.

Xia Mian had no expression on her face, and her tone did not fluctuate.

It looked like he was complaining, but also like telling the truth, but Xia Mian's tone was rigid, so rigid that he couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Peter was stunned.

"I, was I so good before?!"

Xia Mian calmly took a sip of water.

"It's amazing to burn yourself to illuminate others."

The carriage in the distance was already vibrating a bit, and the fragments of the broken window not far away were faintly visible outside the window, and the screams of other people.

Peter was about to move. Speaking of which, after leaving Brooklyn, Aestivation hadn't encountered any danger, and Peter also lived in a comfortable environment.

"I'll be right back!"

After leaving these words in a hurry, Peter rushed out of the box, shot spider webs and rushed to the first battlefield.

5D version of Spider-Man Train vs Mysterious Man?

Xia Mian held back her smile, her dark eyes were unobtrusively bent, she kept a normal mind, and opened the next page of the contract.

Ordinary people, at times like this, should do what ordinary people do.

Xia Mian is a delicate, unarmed, ordinary person, she should stay obediently in the carriage and read the contract.