[Comprehensive British and American] Life winners are fake

"Snapped!"

Standing in front of the closet, Joey, who had just taken off his thin sweater, turned around and saw Tony standing by the desk with his back to himself, his hands still on the window, not knowing what he was doing.

Joey looked up and fell to the closed window, wondering, "Just... what was that sound?"

Tony turned around and said casually, "It's a bit hot, open the window for a while to breathe."

His expression was normal, even with a faint smile on his face, and he turned to mention the place where he and Joey were talking about before. Joey was attracted by what he said, and while answering, he set Put on loose dark long-sleeved clothes and prepare to leave the bedroom.

As a result, when Joey walked to the door, he found that Tony was still standing at the desk, "Uncle?"

Tony pulled the notebook next to him casually, and picked up the pen, "I suddenly thought of something," he said as he opened the notebook. From Joey's direction, he could only see what Tony had written on the notebook, "You first Go down and wait until I write it down."

Tony pretended to draw meaningless lines on the notebook, and when Joey's figure disappeared behind the door, he immediately dropped the things in his hand, turned around, opened the window, and was about to show a death smile to a little spider outside , only to find that the window was empty.

Tony smiles.

well.

……

Peter ran back home, and when he opened the door, he carefully put his head in. After confirming that his aunt was not in the living room, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then returned to his room as quickly as possible.

Peter sat down on his own bed, his heart was beating extremely fast, and he was still holding the roses he bought in his arms, with a complicated and tangled expression.

He is finished.

How embarrassing, thought Peter, that he had never expected to meet Mr. Stark in that situation!

"Peter, when did you come back—"

Because what happened before was so tense, Peter didn't even realize that the door of his bedroom was not closed tightly. When he heard Aunt May's voice, it was already too late.

When he raised his head, Aunt Mei had already opened the door and saw the rose in his arms, so she naturally held back what she wanted to ask Peter about how the game was going.

"Wow," Aunt Mei exclaimed in surprise, and she showed a playful expression, "Is someone finally taking a fancy to our kind and handsome boy?"

"No, it's not," Peter covered his face, his ears were blushing, and the voice leaking from between his fingers was almost inaudible, "...this is what I want to give to someone else."

"Is that what I think?" Aunt Mei walked to him, sat down, pushed him, and said with a smile, "You have someone you like?"

"Yes."

Peter no longer covered his face. Although his face was flushed, he still nodded. He just felt that he was too ugly before. In this state, he just wanted to dig a hole to bury himself, and he was too embarrassed to see anyone. That's why he sneaked into his room so quickly, but it didn't mean that he would deliberately deny it when asked.

"Very good, it's great," Aunt Mei said with a smile, raising her hand and rubbing Peter's head, "If you like it, you should pursue it boldly."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of something, and said, "Are you going to ask someone you like later and send flowers?"

She spoke briskly, and finally said, "You can stay out for a while, as long as you remember to come back before Thanksgiving dinner."

Peter was so embarrassed to interrupt Aunt May, he didn't even dare to say that he was actually going to send it out before, but he bumped into his idol, who was also the relative of the person he liked, and finally passed away. escape.

Aunt Mei saw Peter's shyness, but she thought it was because of Peter's shyness, so she raised her hand and patted Peter on the shoulder, encouraging her, "You should be bolder, Peter, it would be great if the road to pursuing people is smooth." , But most of the time, we need to be braver and take the first step, so as to seize more opportunities.”

In fact, I wanted to take this step, Peter thought silently, it's just that luck may be a little bit bad.

But when he listened to Aunt Mei's words, he couldn't help lowering his head slightly, looking at the rose that had been in his arms all this time.

Spider-Man Peter has another bold idea.

……

Night is coming, snowflakes are falling outside, and the house is warm like spring. Even if there are only four people, the atmosphere is still very lively. In addition to the oily and tender roast turkey in the center of the table, which is indispensable for Thanksgiving, there are also other delicacies The food, the dinner is very sumptuous.

Of course, since it is a relaxing moment like a family gathering, drinks must be indispensable.

When nearly half of the food on the table was eaten, everyone drank at least two glasses of wine. As a boy, Joey, of course, drank more than Joe's mother.Because he didn't drink often, Joey's face was already blushing at this time. Although he was barely conscious, his reaction was indeed much slower than usual.

He sat on the chair, put down the knife and fork, raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose.

The voice of Tony talking to Joe's father rang in his ears, and Joe's mother's laughter, Joey shook his head, trying to make himself more awake, but this action made him dizzy instead.

"belch."

The smell of alcohol rose suddenly, and Joey couldn't help hiccupping.

The cell phone in his trouser pocket vibrated suddenly. Joey took it out and found that it was a text message. He squinted his eyes to make him feel that he could see more clearly.

[Peter: Is it convenient for you to come out now? ]

Joey propped his cheek with his left hand, and because of the alcohol, his typing speed was much slower than before.

[Joe: If it's going out to play, I'm afraid I have to say no to you, Peter, it's Thanksgiving after all. ]

[Peter: I know, I should have been more precise just now, is it convenient for you to walk out now, it doesn’t need to be far, as long as it is at your door. ]

[Joy: Just at the door? ]

[Peter: Well, can you come out alone? ]

It took a while for Joey's sluggish brain to accept the meaning of this sentence. He put down his hand, replied "yes", then stood up, pushed the chair away, and walked outside with a little erratic footsteps.

This action of his certainly attracted the attention of the others at the table.

"Joy, where are you going?"

Joey turned around, hiccupped again before speaking, then tilted his head, and said slowly, "My friend seems to be looking for me for something, I have to go out, it's very close, right in front of the house."

Because he said he was at the door of the house, Joey's mother and Joe's father didn't pay any more attention, but told him to remember to put on his coat and go out. Joey nodded, and when he walked to the door, he took off the coat hanging on the hanger and put it on. When he got there, he opened the door.

The temperature difference between indoor and outdoor is huge, especially the cold wind blowing in the face, but this made the somewhat sleepy Joey refreshed. He walked through the courtyard and before he reached the street, he saw the wall behind the wall. Poked out a head.

"Peter," Joey called his name and walked out, "do you have something to do?"

With his hands behind his back, Peter cleared his throat to prevent himself from stuttering because of nervousness, "There is indeed something."

Joey turned his head slightly, pretending to be listening carefully, but his eyes were a little hazy.

"what?"

"After I separated from you this morning, when I was crossing the road, I saw a couple. I mean, they were very close. They seemed to have a good relationship. I saw the boy put his arm around the girl's shoulder..."

Joey opened his eyes wide, and he worked hard to stay awake so that the sleepiness caused by drunkenness would not affect his listening to Peter.

Then, he was successfully dazzled by Peter's series of words, and his already dull brain couldn't get any crucial information from it.

"Sorry," he stretched out his hand to signal Peter to stop, tapped his head, and felt his buzzing head felt a little better, he muttered, "Peter, I think I'm a little dizzy, can you speak slowly Is it a little?"

Peter actually smelled the alcohol on Joey's body before, but because Joey didn't look like he was drunk, and he was nervous, he didn't notice it for a while. At this time, he carefully looked at Joey's face, Only to find that Joey is not as sober as he looks on the face.

The black-haired boy opened his eyes wide, but within a second, he narrowed them slowly, and then opened them wide again. His fair face was rosy after drunkenness. He obviously wanted to sleep, but he tried his best to keep up his spirits. The usual feeling is very different, it seems a little, a little——

cute.

This is the idea that popped into Peter's mind.

"What are you laughing at, Peter?"

"Did I laugh?" Peter subconsciously asked.

Joey nodded seriously, "You laughed, Peter."

The original tension had dissipated a lot. Peter looked at Joey, and the corners of his mouth that were raised unconsciously became more obvious, "Well, I did smile."

"what are you laughing at?"

Joey, who was drunk, seemed to be much more serious about such insignificant things. He forgot that when he came out, he originally wanted to ask Peter what he wanted to do.

Peter blinked his eyes. He was sure that Joey was drunk, and he was not drunk clearly. Peter, who was always more nervous than usual in front of the person he liked, became more courageous.

"I just think you're so cute, Joe."

"Cute?" Joey repeated, then shook his head with disapproval, "You should say I'm handsome."

"You're right, sweet and handsome Joe."

"Thank you." Joey said seriously, with an attitude of friendship and mutual praise, he replied back and forth, "You are also handsome, Peter."

No one can resist the person he likes unconsciously acting cute in front of him, even Spiderman Peter. He coughed and handed the bouquet he had been carrying behind his back to Joey's arms.

Joey lowered his head slowly, an orange-red rose appeared in his sight, and Peter's voice sounded in his ear.

"Joe."

"what?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"……Well?"

The elongated shadows under the moonlight were originally separated by a certain distance, until one of the figures approached cautiously, slightly cold lips fell on the side of the black-haired boy's face and kissed lightly, and the shadows overlapped together, as if they were inseparable. One.

……

When Joey entered the room with a bouquet of roses, the three people in the room stopped at the same time. Normally, Joey could still feel the direct gaze, but at this moment he was completely overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol. Because of this, I didn't notice it at all, so I slowly went upstairs in these sights.

Halfway through the walk, he stopped suddenly, holding the flowers in his arms, said good night to the three people at the dining table, and then slowly continued upstairs.

The atmosphere at the table was silent for a moment, and then quickly became lively again.

Mother Qiao: "Did you fall in love?"

Joe's father: "It looks like it, otherwise I wouldn't have come back with flowers."

Mother Qiao: "Is that the one next door?"

Joe's father: "Didn't I remember the rejection?"

Joe's mother: "Yes."

Tony on the side was not in the mood to join such a chat. He recalled the familiar-looking bouquet and gradually narrowed his eyes.

The next day was a pretty good day, the snow stopped and the sun came out.When Joey woke up, he yawned, and his head was still a little dizzy, but there was no sequelae such as a headache.

While yawning, he propped himself up and sat up, but when he turned his head and saw the orange-red color from the corner of his eyes, he froze while maintaining the yawning posture.

He stared at the orange-red roses on the bedside table, trying to find out when this appeared in his somewhat vague memory after drunkenness.

One minute later, Joey's eyes suddenly widened.

Peter!

As the name came to mind, Joey raised his hand faster than his brain and landed on his right cheek.

The feeling of being touched seemed to still remain on that piece of skin, and Joey pursed his lips tightly, a little dumbfounded.

He didn't know whether he should be angry or laugh.

Just kidding, the bastard Peter obviously did this while he was drunk and unable to deal with things in time, but let's be angry, he knew that he was slow to react, but he just touched his cheek lightly, and his face and mouth didn't even touch it. Dare to kiss.

Joey was thinking about it, staring at the bouquet of flowers without blinking. While he was still hesitating whether to beat Peter up, beat Peter up, or beat Peter up, someone knocked on the door from the outside A few times.

He had no choice but to temporarily suppress the decision, stood up and opened the door.

When he finished washing and packing his things, he simply carried a bag and walked out of the bedroom. When he was about to close the door, he paused, thought for a while, and went back to the room.

When he left the bedroom again, ran out of the house, and saw Joe's father and mother standing outside the house, and Tony leaning on the car, it was already another ten minutes.

On the second floor, sunlight came in through the closed windows and fell on the vase placed on the desk.

Orange-red roses bloom quietly.