The world needs more heroes

There are no miracles in this world, and Philomena Oxen knows it better than everyone else.

The man who would perform the miracle is dead.

"Knock, knock, knock!" The knock on the door sounded on time, and Philomena sat on the sofa with her pillow in her arms, without any thought of getting up.

The people outside the door were very patient, and stopped after knocking three times, and knocked again after about 5 minutes.

Just two weeks after Superman's death, the restoration and construction of Midtown High School is still in full swing. The school is also very enlightened and doesn't give students much homework, but let them stay at home with peace of mind. After all, many high school students have seen it with their own eyes. After witnessing the battle that killed Superman, my mentality was not balanced.

The knock on the door sounded for the third time, and it was also a polite and patient "knock knock". Philomena felt that she really had nothing to do with the person outside. She slammed the pillow onto the sofa and stood up. He got up and stomped hard on the wooden floor, even though the soft carpet under his feet separated it, there were still a few muffled knocks.

It seemed that she heard Philomena's footsteps, and the knock on the door stopped ringing, but this made Philomena feel like she was holding her breath in her heart, unable to express it, and there was no one to express it.

The girl twisted the lock and opened the door forcefully, her cold and sharp blue eyes shot at the person coming like lightning.

She said in a vicious voice: "Parker, are you annoying?"

The one standing at the door was Peter Parker, who had come to report in the past few days. After seeing Philomena open the door, the boy scratched his cheek and smiled shyly: "I guess you haven't eaten lunch yet, I brought you some sweet and sour pork ribs."

Philomena seemed to be less gloomy and cold, but in fact, rather than indifferent, she seemed to be exasperated: "Didn't I tell you not to come again?!"

"I, New York is very unstable recently, you live alone..." Being driven away every day has become the norm recently for Peter. In fact, the boy has not had a few minutes of leisure recently, even to find Philomena They were all squeezed out.

But he was just worried.

Philomena is neither angry nor annoyed. After Peter Parker handed her the little pendant of Superman, he came to Philomena to check in every day as if he knew some secret, and delivered food at once. When Philomena chased him away, he wouldn't just stare blankly, as if he really wanted to check on her safety.

Stupid.

"Give it to me." Philomena sighed flatly at last, and stretched out her hand to take the take-away lunch box from Peter's hand: "How much?"

"I'm not—"

"You don't charge money, I won't open the door next time." Philomena interrupted Peter. The young man seemed to have found out about the Chinese food truck she occasionally went to buy from, so he often bought food for her. come over.

But Philomena is not short of money, nor does she want to be in debt.

"12 yuan." The price of food trucks in New York is usually not too high, but Chinese food itself is more complicated, and it is three dollars more expensive than the famous Middle Eastern spice rice.

Peter brought Filomina a bowl of sweet and sour pork ribs today, and the faint sweet and sour smell came from the lunch box in his hand.

Philomena is not too obsessed with food, and she is not a good child who eats on time. Especially after living alone, she turns upside down day and night, and one meal a day is common.

Until this annoying guy showed up at her house on time every day.

Philomena turned back to put the lunch box in the room, and took out 20 yuan from the wallet on the dining table.

Standing at the door, Peter scratched his hair, and reached out to take the money from Philomena.

The boy stuffed the money into his pocket, then took out a few banknotes, and carefully counted the change. Philomena didn't stop him. Since she asked Peter to accept the money, it was even more impossible to refuse the other party's change.

He didn't look like he wanted to earn errand fees to bring himself meals every day.

"I don't like you." Philomena said suddenly. The girl crossed her arms and held the eight yuan that Peter gave her in the fingertips of her right hand.

The four banknotes swayed gently with the afternoon wind, and the slightly thicker paper was slightly blown by the wind, making a slight sound.

Peter looked up blankly, and Philomena noticed that he seemed a little embarrassed. She was not someone who liked to talk or explain. In fact, for a girl, it was easy for others to hate her, misunderstand her, or even hate her. They will.

But Peter Parker has been rejected countless times, but he still rushes to be scolded every day.

"You seem to feel very guilty about the death of my adoptive parents. You are more sincere than all pious people." Philomena didn't stop, she stood up slightly: "But you ignored the most important thing a little."

"I don't love my adoptive parents at all."

"I hate them."

Peter Parker returned home sullenly. Today, his patrol work has been completed, and this is the only requirement for Aunt May to agree to his chivalry.

When the boy returned home, it was light and silent, but his all-knowing Aunt Mei seemed to have super hearing. The footsteps hurriedly walked from the living room towards his room, and asked at a higher volume as he walked: "Peter? Are you back?"

"I'm here! Aunt Mei!" Peter responded to her loudly, but he was a little depressed. Even Aunt Mei outside noticed this.

Aunt Mei knocked on Peter's door before opening the door: "You don't seem to be in a good mood?"

"No, I just—" Peter himself was a talkative person, but at this moment he opened his mouth, not knowing what he was going to say.

In the end, the young man paused for a moment, with a sad tone in his voice: "It was really great that you were adopted by my uncle and uncle."

Aunt Mei seemed a little puzzled by mentioning this matter without thinking, but she has never been a character who likes to inquire about secrets except for the personal safety of her nephew, so she just knocked Peter down with the clothes hanger in her hand. Head: "You still know, hurry up to take a shower and change clothes, I bought you some supper when I got off work, I will go to warm up during this time."

After finishing speaking, Aunt Mei closed the door and went out, the sound of slippers being brushed on the wooden floor was very soft.

And Peter grabbed a few changes of clothes and walked into the bathroom.

"I don't love my adoptive parents at all."

"I hate them."

Peter couldn't understand it at first. According to the teenager's understanding of Philomena, her character was indeed a little cold, but she was not radical.

Why do you use the word [hate] on your adoptive parents?

Fortunately, Peter Parker was never a person who would force others to accept his point of view, so she quietly listened to Philomena's words. The girl standing in front of him looked condensed, with no expression on her pretty face.

"My adoptive parents don't earn a high salary at work, and the government and the Stark Foundation will provide subsidies for adopting children in New York City." Philomena smiled coldly: "The government subsidies may not be enough. How about it, but Stark's subsidy is obviously very satisfactory to the Olsen couple."

To subsidize...that's why you adopted a child?

"They don't like children, they don't like noise, and they don't like any creatures that want to rely on them. Even if stray dogs on the road get a little closer, they will be driven away with sticks."

"They ruined my hopes."

Moderately hot water dripped down from the shower head, and the slight heat steamed up in the bathroom. Peter reached out and wiped the drops of water off his face.

"Thanks to Stark's welfare commissioner who regularly inspects every month, at least they didn't dare to starve me, but I don't want anything other than these." There was no emotion in the flat narration, but Peter It feels like my heart is being oppressed, and the calm, slowly spreading anger is almost like a real aura, which can overwhelm the people present.

"I don't know what you are doing in front of me. Is it because of the death of my adoptive parents? If so, this is all I want to tell you, and you don't have to come again." Philomena did not continue , Peter could feel that there seemed to be unfinished meaning in her words, but in the face of her own situation, she didn't want to say more.

The gentle young man opened his mouth helplessly, and Philomena leaned on the closed door with her arms folded, her soft black hair hanging on her shoulders curled up slightly, and her slender eyelashes moved occasionally with the blink of an eye. one time.

"No, not exactly." Peter finally said discouragedly: "You helped me before, I guess you have forgotten."

"I just want to help you too."

"Help you? When?" Philomena frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something. After a pause for a few seconds, she shook her head in confusion: "I never helped you."

"Or, maybe it was just convenient for you, but what Lightning was going to throw into the pool at that time was very important to me! I always wanted to thank you, but—"

But Philomena Olsen is really not an exaggerated iceberg. Even if she musters up the courage to stop her, she usually won't give you a look, but just turn sideways and pass by the person who is blocking her. Leave people feeling endless embarrassment in place.

Only a persistent person like Peter would stop Philomena again and again.

After listening to Peter's words, Philomena, who folded her arms on her chest, didn't move at all. The girl nodded: "Understood, I didn't want to help you, you can go."

After speaking, he opened the door, and his turning around seemed fast and neat in the eyes of Peter, a mutant hero.

The young man withdrew from today's memories, full of depressing breath as if washed away by the current, he turned off the water, reached out for a short towel, and rubbed it vigorously on his hair.

And then a very, very silly smile.

"I, can I still come tomorrow? I'll bring you Zuo Zongtang's chicken!" He mustered up his courage and shouted loudly before the door closed.

The door closed softly.

A gentle afternoon breeze blew up, and the delicate aroma of sweet and sour pork ribs came out from the half-opened window, scrambling to crawl into Peter's nose.

She didn't say "no."