There is a noodle restaurant [Zhongyingmei]

As night approached, the real estate agent who made an appointment with Xia Mian learned that Xia Mian had arrived in Montreal, and asked about the hotel where Xia Mian was staying, and asked someone to send several planning brochures.

Xia Mian wanted to buy a piece of land to build a noodle restaurant. The reason why he didn’t choose to rent it was because of the long-term development route of Xia Mian’s noodle restaurant, and secondly, the land lease situation in Canada was somewhat different.

To the east of that land is an old residential building, two or three blocks away from the commercial street. This is not a good place for doing business, but Xia Mian knows that the place is about to be demolished, and a commercial plaza will be built in the future. Seize the opportunity and lay a good publicity, and the business will not be bad in the future.

The price of the land that Aestivation is interested in is neither high nor popular, and the other side attaches so much importance to Aestivation, Xu did an investigation.

After all, there are noodle restaurants, and not just in Canada.

A noodle shop that started in 1939.

Standing upright for many years must have its uniqueness.

It's a pity that it's too mysterious, and after trying all my best, I can only find out that the owner of the noodle shop is an oriental woman named Xia Mian.

It might be an aunt who has just stepped into middle age, the young salesman thought about it secretly, and then privately gave away a set of health-preserving tea he bought from an oriental friend.

Xia Mian: Very good young man.

Xia Mian took the gift from the waiter, feeling that the practice of giving gifts is really universal in the world.

Be quick when signing the contract tomorrow, reassure the salesman, add some performance, and strive for a bonus at the end of the month.

Although……

Xia Mian silently opened the box and took a look.

In fact, she doesn't like drinking tea very much.

It's not bad to send some goji berries and red dates.

"Peter?"

Xia Mian brought the box into the house, and Peter was quietly eating dinner at the dining table. He just went out for a walk around Montreal, and by the way, he helped an old lady cross the road, and helped a fallen little boy pick the ball off the tree. Stopped a robbery, watched a firework show, and snatched a free glass of milk for a promotion on the street.

He did these things very well, he left the protective circle of aestivation, and became more and more like what he used to be.

Maybe his sister was right, he thought, and he might have really been a helpful hero once.

Then why did he lose his memory?

why sad?

Do heroes suffer too?

Peter was in a daze while eating the lamb chops.

Xia Mian raised her hand and shook it in front of his eyes, the little spider realized belatedly, "Sister, did you serve something delicious?"

"How hungry are you? You just know how to eat."

Peter explained angrily: "Ah, no, I'm already full. I'm sorry, sister. I was thinking about other things just now, and I was in a trance."

When a teenager starts to have troubles, it means he has grown up.

When Xia Mian was at Peter's age, her mind was probably how to get rid of her parents' control and do things that she had never tried, even if she didn't have much love for those things.

Such as smoking, such as falling in love.

Xia Mian didn't know what he recalled, and his expression suddenly became subtle and complicated, as if he had eaten two catties of mustard.

"Sister, is Mr. Wilson sleeping here tonight?"

Peter was referring to the man wielding a knife. The boy's bright brown eyes were watching Aestivation. He didn't seem to like Wade very much.

From the spider's intuition, Wade is a man with a strong sense of existence, an adult man, and Peter is still a growing boy, that subtle sense of conflict.

Wade in particular seems to enjoy aestivation.

Obviously before that, the only one with my sister was myself.

Peter took a bite of the meat, puffing out his cheeks, "Sister, you have to protect yourself. My sister said that Mr. Wilson is immoral and rubbish, whether he is a villain or a bastard."

Xia Mian: "Hey, did I say the last two adjectives or did you add them yourself?!"

Peter: "Hey, it's all the same!"

Before Peter came back, Wade found a guest room and went to sleep.

The suite has two bedrooms, a master bedroom and a second bedroom. Wade occupies the room that originally belonged to Peter.

Peter knew this, but he didn't say anything, he simply asked Xia Mian: "Shall I sleep on the sofa tonight?"

This is... a sentence that embodies emotional intelligence.

Xia Mian's thinking went blank for a moment, she probably didn't expect the little spider to target Wade so tactfully.

"……wait."

Xia Mian turned around and went to the second bedroom.

Peter watched her back, and when she closed the door, the little spider put down the knife and fork with some loss of appetite. He looked sideways at the night view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes slightly confused.

The spider silk in his hand was shot up and retracted one by one, sticking to the wall.

On the train, Peter was shot by Stryker's men, Hank went to call Aestivation, and when Mr. Charles checked Peter, he found Peter's memory problem.

"Your memory has been disturbed by external forces. Have you experienced any major battles before?"

"It's a complex mental disturbance, but I can try to untangle it."

Like the man who knew magic back then, he can help Peter restore his memory.

But Peter rejected Charles' offer like he rejected Doctor Strange.

"I still have my sister, I left, who will protect my sister?"

He is my sister's bodyguard.

How can I leave.

Peter exhaled, but still felt tightness in his chest. He opened the window, and directly shot out spider threads that stuck to the roof of the building next door. He leaned over and swung over. In the night, the young man was agile and could quickly blend into the night.

In the next room, Xia Mian was about to open the window for ventilation, when she caught a glimpse of Peter climbing the stairs swinging spider webs.

Xia Mian's throat was about to shout, Peter swallowed it back, and murmured: "In the middle of the night, don't climb the window, it's scary if others see it..."

Peter has something on his mind tonight.

Xia Mian closed the window, let nature take its course, children will grow up one day.

She turned on the wall lamp, and the room turned from pitch black to much brighter. As soon as Xia Mian turned around, she saw a person sitting upright on the bed, it was Wade.

Aestivation: "Are you going to devote yourself to scaring people to death like Peter tonight?"

Clothes were thrown all over the place, and the two knives that Wade loved so much were untied and placed on the bedside table. Wade sat on the bed with his upper body bare, lacking energy, looking like a poor little boy who had been awakened from a nightmare.

Next to the pillow was a plush doll, a pink bear with a white bow around its neck, sitting quietly on the bedside, with Wade.

A strange sense of harmony.

"A childlike innocence?"

Xia Mian raised her hand and touched Little Bear's head.

Wade's voice was drifting: "Brother hasn't been sleeping well recently, so I have to hug something to fall asleep."

Xia Mian paused for a moment while stroking the little bear's hand, and moved her eyes down to Wade's drooping eyelashes, trembling slightly. It's rare that this violent person is so quiet.

The light is warmer, and the orange tone is easy to calm people down.

Xia Mian poured a glass of water for Wade, it was warm, and then slowly sat on the side of the bed, her voice was very pleasant, and there seemed to be nothing ugly about this woman.

"Are you ok?"

Wade blinked his eyes, and then reluctantly raised his eyelids to look at Aestivation.

Her hair was dry, and her black hair was draped softly behind her. She was wearing a blue pajamas with white flowers, which looked very homely.

Her eyes were black as ink, and Wade saw himself in them.

"Sweetheart, sleep with brother tonight?"

Xia Mian was expressionless: "I'll give you a chance, say it again."

Wade: "Sleep with brother tonight."

Xia Mian touched Wade's knife at some point, and pulled out the scabbard neatly. The blades collided and made a sharp sound, "Say it again."

Wade: "...I have a bear."

As he said that, he hugged the pink little bear with aggrievedness, his cold and sickly face pressed against the little bear's furry body.

Xia Mian put away the knife, but her words were not as cold and sarcastic as Wade imagined.

"If you're already sick, be safe."

Xia Mian: "When will you leave?"

Just as Wade was touched by Xia Mian's consolation, the next sentence drove him away. The mercenary fell on the little bear and looked at Xia Mian from bottom to top.

"If you don't want to leave, brother will die if you leave."

It's really straightforward.

In the face of death, all living beings are in various states, how many can be like Wade.

I'm dying, and I still hug a bear when I sleep.

Xia Mian couldn't bear to look directly at her and turned her face away, "Why do you like this color?"

Wade touched the bear's belly: "I snatched it from a little girl, and I didn't pick it, mainly because that kid didn't have any other dolls in his hands."

He looked at the bear carefully: "This color is really gay."

aestivation:"……"

She was wrong, she shouldn't have come to chat with this bastard in the middle of the night.

"You go to sleep on the sofa, this room belongs to Peter."

Wade: "My brother wet the bed."

The room suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Wade realized that this answer was inappropriate and misleading, and added: "Brother is fine in bed."

But Xia Mian didn't want to hear a word from Wade. She straightened her slightly wrinkled pajamas, got up with a straight face, didn't even say good night, and directly opened the door to leave.

She underestimated Wade.

Wade, who didn't become Deadpool, was quite shameless.

Silence returned to the room. Wade hugged the temperatureless bear alone, stared at the void for a while, and said, "Brother didn't wet the bed, will she really believe it?"

Wade thought for a long time, and felt that Aestivation was true.

He propped up his body, picked up the water cup that Xia Mian left in the cup, drank a few times, turned off the light, hugged the little bear firmly, nestled under the quilt and closed his eyes to sleep.

He wanted to hug a living person to sleep.

But people won't let me~

In the early morning of the next day, Wade got up early to have breakfast during summer sleep, Peter tidied up the quilt on the sofa, and said hello to Wade, which was quite polite.

Even if a boy doesn't like someone in his heart, he won't be impolite.

Kind kid.

Xia Mian stroked Peter's soft hair and smiled: "Where did you go last night? Did you come back in the early morning?"

The cute smile on the corners of Peter's lips froze slightly: "..."

Wade on the side smiled sullenly while eating the cake.