[Zhongyingmei] Small vase

There was a lot of snow and the sky was bright.

The trees in the streets were straight and held up to the sky; they looked like silver-lacquered pagodas now, hung with long, thin ridges of ice.

Abby walked deep and shallow in the snow.The snow is so thick that sometimes your feet sink in and it is hard to get out.But even though frost covered her feet and severe wind paved her face, her whole body was warm like a small stove.

She was dressed thickly, her face was almost completely hugged, and she could survive for a while with the warm spell, so she didn't feel cold at all.

She just walked to the flower shop "creaking" and "creaking" all the way.

Mrs. Federson, the owner of the florist, is kind-hearted. When she saw her enter the door, she brought her a cup of hot cocoa; Abby held the cup belly, thanked her a little shyly, and put Hot cocoa to drink up.

The area of ​​the flower shop is not big, the surroundings are not empty, and it is far warmer than the outside.Hot cocoa flows in the stomach, like fresh power injected directly into the blood.Abby looked at the heavy snow outside, and suddenly felt heat from her toes to her fingertips.

She peeled herself off layer by layer, like peeling rice dumplings.Remove the green zong leaves on the outside to reveal the white, soft and crystal clear glutinous rice inside.First the gloves, then the hat, and finally the scarf...

After unloading the heavy snow gear, her face was blown white by the wind, with a little pink on the tip of her nose.

A beauty can light up a whole room.

Deep creases formed at the corners of Mrs. Federson's eyes:

"It's so beautiful! Hey, I was a girl who was almost as beautiful as you back then!"

She is no longer young, but she still holds her head high, showing no signs of slumping her shoulders, she is a very energetic little old lady.Abby took a good look at her, from her hair to her eyes.

Her hair has turned silver, but it is combed very neatly; her eyeballs are not cloudy like other old people's, and the self-confidence radiating from them is unexpectedly something that no young girl can have.

Abby nodded, she was sincere:

"You must have been much prettier than me back then!"

A smile flowed from the bottom of my heart, and the creases around Mrs. Federson's eyes deepened.

These two days are snow days, the flower shop business is sporadic, and there is nothing important to do.Mrs. Federson only wanted to find a companion for herself, and she didn't expect much help.The two of them nestled in the warm room, and Mrs. Federson began to teach her how to arrange and care for flowers.

Unexpectedly, Abby, a little girl, looks seldom talkative, delicate and delicate, and is extremely good at pruning and caring for plants.Not only watering and pruning, but also flower arrangement can be done quickly after thinking about it.

Mrs. Federson taught and taught, and unconsciously let go of her hand and let her play.Although the effect is still raw and simple, it is not lacking in wildness.

Such a sweet, sensible and dexterous girl, no matter which boss can find fault with her.By the time the two had spent the morning together, Mrs. Federson had taken a liking to her.

When it was time for lunch, Abby went to the quick and easy store to buy sandwiches and pancakes.There is a family next door, and you don't even need to turn a corner, you can go straight to it.

……

Today is an ordinary day for Peter Parker.

Ordinary weekends, ordinary part-time jobs, and ordinary days of dedicating sweat to your beloved camera.He was both funny and angry when it came to the camera thing.

Mr. Stark actually asked him why he came to work at the Quick and Easy Store!After asking why, he even promised to buy him the best and most expensive camera!

Then he was brutally rejected.

Let him make an analogy: every time he buys his favorite camera, it is like falling in love with a girl and stepping into marriage; and every time the process of saving money is like saving money for his wife!

He hopes to "marry a girl" and go home in a dignified manner, relying on his own strength, not relying on his father who owns the entire Avengers Building.

The so-called hero is poor, but his ambition cannot be short!

Mr. Spider-Man, who is also very poor today, still maintains his dignity.

Just as he was staring at the cash register and counting the money he had saved for his wife who didn't know how many years and months he had saved, two white and petite palms suddenly stretched out in front of him, holding sandwiches and Mexican tortillas.

The young Spider-Man wage earner suddenly woke up, and he pulled the hat off his head in annoyance.

"Ah, wait a minute! One, the total is..."

"Fifteen dollars..."

He stuck his shell, and his expression suddenly became hazy.The tip of the ear trembled, and it was very red.

He, he, he, he has never seen such a beautiful girl!She she she, she looks like the ideal type for any school boy!

Peter let out a long cry in his heart, "Wow——"

Her hair is golden, the texture and color are so positive; her eyes are blue, this kind of purity makes Peter feel a little familiar for some reason, as if he has seen such a clear sky on the face of any superhero Charming and inclusive eyes——

He really regretted that he didn't listen to domestic and foreign literature well, otherwise his brain wouldn't be so poor that he only had "golden hair and blue eyes" when he met her, and he couldn't tell a ten-thousandth of her beauty.

She is a movie star?No, no, I haven't seen her on the big screen, otherwise she would definitely be impressive...or a graphic model?She doesn't seem to be tall, but her legs are so long... Should he ask her for an autograph now?She doesn't seem difficult to get close to, maybe she can take a photo with him——

"Are you ok?"

Peter's distinct British accent flashed like an electric current.It didn't sound as sluggish as other British people, but soft like a freshly baked cake.

God, she was talking to him!It's as if Cindy Crawford poured her heart out on Deadpool's old beef!

Unbelievable!

"Bang bang bang"!Peter's heart was full of salute, and the fireworks exploded.He took a deep breath, choked into his lungs, and coughed heart-rendingly.

"Ahem... I'm fine, I'm fine!"

He coughed so hard he was about to throw up.Abby was frightened by him and didn't dare to leave rashly, for fear that he would have a sudden cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease.But fortunately, Peter coughed a few times and he was fine, scratching his head embarrassingly.

She could see that he was a handsome and immature guy, with a youthful body, he should not have stepped out of the campus yet.He said "sorry" to her, lowered his head slightly, and was a bit introverted. Seeing this embarrassment that was exactly the same as hers, Abby felt a sense of intimacy in her heart.

"It's okay," she said.

Peter looked up at her quickly.Seeing the glimmer of snow on the porcelain-white face, the golden hair is like rippling water waves, and every strand of hair is shining with beautiful luster.

He seemed to be stepping on clouds but couldn't touch the ground.He gave her a smirk in a dizzy way.

The young Spider-Man watched her head for the door with her lunch.But after a few steps, he was suddenly stopped by someone.

They were two long and thin young men, their hair was two stories high, and it probably took a lot of time to style them.

They whistled at her vaguely, saying "hey".As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to pull her wrist.

As a result, before he could catch anyone, he was held down.Abby looked sideways, and saw that the young man who had been introverted and stuttered suddenly seemed to be a different person, full of justice and awe-inspiring expression.

The young man wanted to scold, but his mouth opened, and he felt a grip in his hand, almost thinking that he was broken.The other saw that the situation was not good, and ran away; the young man who was caught also drew back his hand with a grin, and ran away quickly.

"Thank you……"

Abby pursed her lips and smiled, and quietly pushed the wand back into her pocket.

The young man who was so cool just now is like a balloon that has been poked by a needle, and the gas is still leaking out until he is deflated back to a soft and very talkative state.

He waved his hands shyly and said "it's okay."

There is still some time before work in the afternoon, and Peter happens to be off work right now.Abby, biting her sandwich slowly, stood in the doorway chatting with Peter.

Abby was very cautious when she took the initiative to meet American friends for the first time.She thought about finding a topic of safety, but when they chatted, she found that although Peter looked shy, he was actually very talkative. He could dance and talk for a long time even if there were no cheese slices in the burrito.

Abby felt a lot less burdened, and unconsciously talked to him a lot.When Peter was suddenly startled by the familiar shout, Abby realized that it was almost time to go to work.

She said goodbye to Peter politely, and the two closed each other's ins.The atmosphere is harmonious.

Spider-Man watched her walk into the door of the flower shop next door, and the collar was suddenly grabbed by a strong force, and he rolled his suffocated eyes.

"Ned, Ned! You let me go first—"

The excited little fat man couldn't hear what he was saying at the moment, his heart was rippling, and his heartbeat was like a trembling drumbeat, "Boom, boom, boom."

Peter jumped out of his grip, smoothing his wrinkled collar.He was about to shout loudly and ask him "what kind of tricks are you playing", but when he saw this snowy day, the little fatty friend's cheeks were blushing with excitement.

"Oh my God!" Peter heard him scream, "Who is that? Who is that? No matter who it is, it will be my goddess from today on!"

"Calm down—"

"Her hair is gold and her eyes are blue!" Ned would not listen, still intoxicated. "How charming! I think I'm in love!"

Peter Parker: "..."

Awesome Ned.Judging by the meager vocabulary alone, you are really my best friend, forever.

Ned's house is not far away, and they agreed to go to his Lego house in the afternoon.But Ned was out of his mind today, and they didn't even finish the frame.

Peter crossed his arms, looked at people with his chin like Mr. Stark, and snorted through his nostrils:

"Young man of spring."

He completely forgot his embarrassment when he first met the girl.

The young boy Ned spun wildly in the living room, turned to the point where Spider-Man was dizzy, suddenly slammed on the brakes, and dragged his good partner's arm:

"It's not far away anyway, how about we go and see her again? Just a glance! I might find a chance to buy flowers, strike up a conversation or something..."

Peter rolled his eyes almost heavenly at him.But unable to withstand Ned's entreaties, the two of them went out again.

...then both squatted by the next wall of the flower shop, poking their heads out.

"...why are we doing this? You're making us look like voyeurs, kidnappers."

Ned was puzzled.

Peter panicked: "...how do I know why! Don't involve me, you are a voyeur!"

The two little friends chattered and finally calmed down.Ned stuck his head out apprehensively.

The timing was perfect: it was almost the end of get off work, and Ned looked through the glass window and saw the big blonde beauty stroking the petals, chatting with the old grandma with a sweet smile.

ah!How he wished he was the petal in her hand!

Ned's heart was surging, he let out a breath, retracted his head and continued to huddle with Peter:

"Do you think I can rush up now? What should I say? Buy a flower? Which one? Can I talk to her?"

Peter: "..."

He reaffirmed Ned's status.He must be his best friend!He can be more talkative than him!

He sighed and tried to analyze: "Ned, I think you'd better not act rashly. First of all, she is older than you by several years, of course you will definitely say that this is not a problem. But, who knows if she has a boyfriend? "

Ned is very confident about this!

He confidently shared his experience with his brother: "Do you even need to ask? Of course not! Look at this snowy day, if I were her boyfriend, I would definitely pick her up from get off work! Even, ahem, I might even Ban is not willing to let her go!"

Two blushes appeared on his dark face again.

"No, look!" Peter poked his head out and stared at the glass window. He desperately pulled Ned's sleeve, who was still immersed in his fantasy, "Someone is here to pick her up."

Ned stuck his head out quickly.

Peter stared at the back of the person who had just entered the store.His blond hair is meticulous, and he is tall. Even in winter, a slightly heavy suit can't hide his stunned wide shoulders and narrow waist.

Peter frowned: he thought this person looked familiar.

Who on earth is it--

Just as he was thinking, he saw the blond young man close the red umbrella covered with snow, and when he lowered his head, the bridge of his nose brushed against the beauty's cheek affectionately.

For such a brief moment, Peter saw clearly.

Peter: "........."

He turned his head in grief, looked at Ned, who was still unclear, and put his hands heavily on his shoulders:

"Stop it brother, if you still want to live."