[Zhongyingmei] I save the world by transforming

It was a not-so-tidy room, with clothes and some fast-food bags strewn about, and half-packs of unpacked potato chips standing there.There is sunlight cast from the large floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting all the things in the room into warm colors and warm.

In a corner of the room, two people sit face to face at a round table with a chess board on it, while the other is holding a dessert tray and the other is meditating with arms folded.

The former took a small bite of the cake, and immediately sighed with a satisfied expression, "Ah, it really tastes the best!" He glanced at the alarm clock with the pattern of a beautiful girl with white hair beside him, "It's been a long time, you Have you figured out how to go?"

After being reminded by this, the person who was thinking had no choice but to make a decision. He slowly picked up a white piece and dropped it on the board, while the person eating the cake saw his eyes light up, and he couldn't wait to drop the black piece, "Okay! Come on, I won again."

The man couldn't help being silent, he frowned fiercely at the four sunspots that formed a line... That's right, what these two people played solemnly was backgammon.According to the rules, five chess pieces must be connected to be considered a victory, but right now there are no interceptors in front of and behind the sunspot, and he can only take one more step. The next step is irrelevant.

He took another bite of the cake, and the person holding the sunspot blinked his eyes, "Do you want to continue?"

"You're really laid back." said the person holding the white piece, "Aren't you nervous? Do you just believe that they can beat their own memories?"

"Humans are greedy creatures. They are afraid of too many things, and they will easily fall into despair." He lowered his eyes, stretched and closed his palms unconsciously, and held the heat brought by the sun in his palms, "Then , if what appears in front of you is hope and regret that has not been realized..."

The person sitting opposite him said softly: "There will be people who will stop and stay for the false hope in front of them."

The metal cake fork was put down, and the person holding the black pieces pushed the black and white pieces away with his hands, pushing half to himself and the other half to the person sitting opposite him. , "But at the same time, some people will accept the painful reality and choose to move forward. This is the human being."

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"Master Bruce, is breakfast unsuitable?"

Bruce shook his head. He suppressed the doubts in his heart and smiled at Alfred, "No, it's nothing. I was just thinking about something." After that, he naturally turned his eyes from looking at his parents worriedly Skimmed, then lowered his head and forked the fried egg into his mouth.

His heart rate, pulse, and breathing are all within the normal range, so physiological hallucination factors such as the scarecrow's fear gas can basically be ruled out.All the dark wounds left in the past have been healed, and the 20-year-old's physical function is at its peak. If Magic can do this, it will really be impressive.

The layout of the Wayne mansion here is not like the current Wayne mansion, but more like the one before he was eight years old. The two people who should have disappeared left their personal items and coat racks around the house. The coat and women's hat that did not belong to Bruce, the half-read medical magazines in the study, and some extra paintings and calligraphy in the mansion.

Moreover, on the basis of the pictures deeply imprinted in Bruce's memory, there are many more seemingly reasonable items——

After the meal, Bruce left the dining table. He stopped in front of the hall and stared at the newly hung oil painting for a long time.In the oil painting, Thomas Wayne, with a mild expression and more gray hair, is in a straight suit, with one arm around his wife and the other on his son's shoulder; the face of Martha Wayne sitting on a chair There are a little more wrinkles than when she was young, but the charm of her smile will make people forget her age; and surrounded by the two of them is the tall, tall and energetic Bruce Wayne.

In the oil painting, Bruce Wayne, the little prince of Gotham, has the confidence and arrogance that a 20-year-old young man should have, and every strand of his hair reveals how he is full of love. grown up.

A hand landed on his shoulder, the same movement as in the oil painting, Bruce turned his head and saw Thomas Wayne smiled helplessly, "Bruce, I know you don't like this painting very much, but I thought You have agreed, after all, this is your 20th birthday commemoration, I also left the same oil painting with my parents at this age, I think you deserve it too."

He patted Bruce on the shoulder, "So, you're upset because of this? Well, then I'll have someone take it down today..."

"No!" Bruce blurted out and hastily denied his statement, but he was also stunned by his rare emotional expression. He clenched the hand hanging by his side tightly, barely controlling his expression, "...I mean, I'm fine, I'm fine. I want to go back and get some rest, dad… dad."

This is very wrong, is he really acting like a rampage 20 year old now, is it because of the physical impact?His mental age has also shrunk to this age like his body?

"...Okay." Thomas caught his look in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, but smiled understandingly, "Have a good night's sleep, Bruce, don't forget this afternoon's visit. Of course, if you really Not feeling well, another day is fine."

"No, I'll go." Bruce said, turned and walked up the stairs, he remembered something on the stairs and looked back, "and... that painting, it's pretty good, just let it stay there."

Half a day is enough for him to confirm many things, for example, where exactly is this place.

-

"Goodbye, Tony~! See you next time!" The tall woman in suspenders and a leather jacket kissed Tony on the forehead, then carried a custom-made Hermès backpack, stepped on high-heeled shoes that were more than ten centimeters, and sat on the seat with graceful steps. Tony "lends" her the sports car and drives away.

This is what Howard Stark saw when he returned home.

He checked the house expressionlessly, then looked at Tony, who was leaning against the door and yawning, his brows twitched, "What's going on?"

He saw the news that "Stark's mansion is on fire, and the hostess Mary and Howard's son Tony has not been rescued" on the news, so he let the driver drive 180 miles on the streets of New York... If it wasn't for the conditions Not allowed, he might come by helicopter.

"Your computer protection system should be upgraded. It didn't take me long to hack into it. It seems that the news I made is quite realistic, right?" Tony met his eyes, and he found that his father was older than he remembered Some, perhaps because Howard is always in his memory as shrewd and powerful, so he ignores the message that even Howard ages.He paused, and continued: "In case you see through, I have prepared a second plan, but the news of 'Howard's son invited a supermodel to celebrate his birthday at home and filled the swimming pool with red wine' should not be enough to attract you."

Howard was silent. At this time, the cold sweat gushing out of his face due to anxiety was blown dry by the wind. He realized that he was a little cold, but he would not say it to his son, "Tony, I thought you should mature Some." He frowned, as if disappointed, "but you're still playing these silly tricks."

"Yeah, I admit it's really boring, but it's effective, right?" Tony met his gaze, and he heard his heart pounding, and his tongue, which could fight a hundred reporters alone. Iron Man's tongue, which made them all speechless, was now tensely knotted, "...because, you did come back because of my little trick."

Howard was stunned. He looked at Tony as if he was meeting Tony for the first time. This made Tony want to turn his head hard, but he felt that he was far more mature than his father, so he felt that he should shoulder the responsibility. Taking up the responsibility of speaking his mind, he raised his head vigorously and looked at him, "After all, you haven't appeared at my birthday party for a long time."

Howard was really stupid on the spot this time. He seemed to want to touch Tony's forehead with his hand to check whether he had a fever. After a long time, he took the lead to look away, "I remember you invited a lot of people, at home."

"I canceled that dinner, we ate at home today and mum agreed."

Howard paused, feeling a little guilty, "...and I was planning to come back."

Tony felt like he was the winner of the eye contact, and he finally understood why his fellow Avengers were sometimes willing to talk nasty words about trust to him, because it really worked and made his opponent After retreating steadily, he continued his efforts: "When you lie, your eyes will look to the left."

"I do not have."

"You do. You are restraining yourself from not moving your eyes now, but it's too fake."

"And you are very childish when you quarrel." A voice interjected between the two of them, and Howard and Tony turned to her in unison. This picture made Maria cover her mouth and smile happily, "Did I say something wrong?"

The father and son replied in unison: "We are not arguing."

Maria couldn't help smiling, and chuckled a few times, "Well, you are not arguing."

"So, shouldn't we go in and get ready?" Maria said in a tone that sounded like coaxing a child.

"I have no objection." Tony was in a good mood. He hummed a song and turned around to walk back, but Howard was still where he was, so he looked over, and Howard had to cough dryly.

"Wait for me to get off." He said, "...I'll let the water tanker and fire brigade parked not far away go back first."

Tony: "..."

I almost forgot, there is still this stubble.