[Zhongyingmei] I don't want to save you today

Despite saying he forgave him, Peter was keenly aware that he had seen Iris a lot less lately.

Forget it, forgiveness is a long process, and Iris will forgive him one day.

Moreover, he always wanted to find an opportunity to explain to her that even though no mother came to tell him, he knew that there were... a lot of good people in this society.People like Ben, Aunt Mei, and even himself are good people.

Iris shouldn't be so pessimistic.

As for the previous question, he was actually thinking too much. Iris just found that she had been unlucky recently and had reduced the number of times she went out.

If I can't provoke you, I can always hide, right? 【fall

It's head-scratching.

Facts have proved that the naive and stupid Iris once again underestimated the anti-flag and Charles' curse ability.Even if she stays at home and doesn't go anywhere, things will still come to her, for example - nightmares.

Oh, here we go again.

Iris looked at the memories in the depths of her memory with a cold face and played them again.For the fifth time this month, she was going crazy with this thing.In the daze, there are always unstoppable shouts and Iris's crying-the other one, Iris three years ago.

By the way, she can return the food at that time.

But what surprised her the most was that after this scene appeared many times, she could feel the blurring of the details every time, and her unstoppable psychological suggestion made her dreams more and more abstract every time.

For example, when she had this dream last time, she could still see the faintly visible flowing lines and colors on the hem of the ballet skirt, but this time it was just a hazy white.

If this continues, she will definitely forget about it, and then only leave all the panic and pain in her emotions.

While it sounded good to forget, she wasn't sure how Iris would end up without the memory.

She dare not gamble.

Then there was only one solution left. Before leaving that day, the man who smiled like a shark not only gave her an inexplicable sentence, but also a business card—a metal one.

With a strange sheen and a rich man's air.

Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters?

He still sounds decent, let's go find him sometime.

Just make a deal.

New York without any crime is a wonderful existence.Prosperity gives it a unique youth and vitality.But like a blonde girl who put on heavy makeup when she first entered the society, despite her exquisite curves, she is not that mature yet.

Still just a kid.

The weather is very sunny, the sky is high and the clouds are broad, the wind is light and the clouds are light. It is a good day for outing in the suburbs.

Iris woke up in the tidy home, and the clock on the opposite wall was steadily pointing to eight o'clock.

She grabbed a sky blue silk scarf from the bedside table and tied it around her wrist, (someone had long forgotten to change the silk scarf) and sat up from the bed.

Every day at this time seems to be breaking the black magic seal. Iris sighed while lifting the quilt. Those who can speak and get up must have a steel will like the C country's Liberation Army. 【error

After washing slowly, it was already nine o'clock. Iris thought about it and knocked on the door next door.

It was Peter who opened the door.

Peter still looked sleepy. He wandered outside for too long last night and went to bed late. He is still sleepy now.

By the way, who would knock on the door so early except for a woman like Iris?

Rubbing his messy hair with one hand, he opened the door with the other.

As soon as I opened the door and saw Iris sleepy, I was half scared away, and my hazy eyes brightened at least twice in an instant.

"What?" Iris said dissatisfiedly, she put her hand on the door frame, she looked like a big sister, her sleeves slid halfway down, revealing her fair forearm.

"When you see me, you always look like this, don't tell me I want to eat you.

...I wanted to ask you for a favor, so forget it..."

There was still a word "le" between his teeth and he didn't send it out. Peter, who was already awake, answered quickly: "Help, help, help."

A few simple words were stunned by the effect of the boot music that he read out.

Is she really that fierce?Even if the lipstick is darker and brighter today, it won't scare the children into stuttering, right?

"Wait for me for 5 minutes!"

After the boy hastily said a word, he slammed the door shut.

After two seconds, he opened the door again with a blushing face, stammering: "You...you can come in and sit for a while." Then he quickly disappeared behind the porch.

Iris stepped into the door slowly. This was the first time she came to the neighbor's house after that incident, and she still missed Mei's beautiful face a little bit.

Adolescent boys always move very quickly, and Peter came out neatly in less than 5 minutes.

His face was still a little red, he didn't know if it was from embarrassment or from the hot water.There are still small drops of water left on the face that have not been dried after washing the face.

It's really youthful, Iris suddenly sighed in her heart.

"Let's go, the action is quite fast." Iris stood up from the sofa and walked out the door.

"You know the Xavier School for the Gifted? A boarding school in that suburb."

"Is that school for mutants?" Peter was startled, obviously not knowing why she suddenly mentioned this, and then remembered her identity as a mutant, "Are you going?"

"Yes." Iris nodded as she should, and her loose wine red hair swayed with her movements.Like nice and warm waves.

"I just want to ask you to do me a favor, take me there?"

Peter still looked out of the situation, he asked tentatively: "Shall I take a taxi to take you there?"

"What kind of taxi!" Iris slammed his head, "Then why do I come to you? Of course I fly over."

After finishing speaking, he still hated iron and shook his head.

Peter finally came back to his senses, his face turned even redder, did going to bed late really have a mental shock?

He nodded: "Okay...Okay."

The so-called flying over, naturally means...flying over.

Peter carried her all the way from Queens to the suburbs, and then stopped in front of an iron gate.

The boy's voice came muffled from under the mask, "Here we are."

A metal plaque next to the iron gate is beautifully engraved: "Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters"

When Iris stood on the ground, her legs softened and she almost jumped on it. She barely stabilized her body and experienced the feeling of being grounded again.

She, swear, swear, next, next time, again, also, no, choose, this, plant, pay, communicate, tool, tool.

"Thank you," Iris straightened her swollen hair and waved at Peter, "I'm sorry to trouble you today, you should go back first."

"I'll find a way to go back later."

Peter also waved to him, full of energy as always, he swung his wrist, and the spider thread stuck to a nearby tree, and when he was about to swing away, he fell back again and asked pitifully, "What's wrong with you?" Do you forgive me?"

Iris was studying the house number of this huge manor, she said without looking back, "Of course... no. You work hard, and I will forgive you someday when I am in a good mood."

So Peter swung away pitifully again.

In fact, she was naturally forgiven. Although she was petty and held grudges, Peter also apologized that day, but... It's been a long time since no one cared so much about her feelings.

Just let her tease the bugs.

Just don't get too close, people who have a relationship with her generally don't end well.

She walked slowly into this huge manor, which was empty, but the greenery was well done, and the lawn and trees were exquisitely built.

It looks like a place where rich people live.

Iris looked around and came to a closed door.

Come here, give it a try.

Maybe it will help?

She knocked on the door.