[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

As the admission time approached, the crowd outside the theater became more and more crowded.

Clark was afraid that the child would be stepped on, and regardless of whether Jerry was used to it or not, he directly lifted the child and placed it on his broad shoulders.

Joe Ward looked at Jerry's awkward look, and couldn't help but want to laugh, but felt a little distressed.

He patted Jerry's thigh with his hand, and said softly, "It's okay, sit still."

Jerry rolled his eyes: "Yougot it, Mommy."

Joe Ward: "..."

Calling mom casually, what's wrong.

He didn't intend to count on knowing the meringue that was laughing at that.

Just as the little doctor was about to say something, the blond man hugged his shoulders.

The man just stood quietly aside, now he naturally took Joe Ward away, and asked them gently:

"Which one did you book?"

It's a pity that Da Chao didn't watch the same game as them.

After a short chat, they parted ways and went to their own ticket gates.

The difference between a musical and a movie is that it has its own unique sense of immersion and shock.

In particular, the captain chose "Wicked", which can be called a classic in sound and picture.

As the witch prequel of "The Wizard of Oz", once the theater effect is good enough to take off, it will remind him of the legal scene of Doctor Strange every minute.

After the first act ended, Joe Ward applauded along with the people in the theater, and the man sitting next to him stretched out his hand, and at least closed his mouth from the opening to the present.

Joe Ward: "..."

This is the downside of being less knowledgeable. He was very embarrassed and blushed a little.

There was a light laugh from beside him.

The man also scratched the little doctor's chin, like teasing a cat.

The witch of the third act arrives in the Emerald City.

The whole stage was full of people in bright green and dancing, like a molten emerald surging on the stage.

The little doctor who has no experience is simply dazzled by this.

Clenched hands on knees, leaned forward slightly to watch intently.

Then, between the flying skirts, at the moment when the dancing pas de deux collectively turned around——

He saw a pale smiling face.

Joward sat up slowly.

The face appeared only for a brief moment.

Like face-changing magic, when the group turns around next time, the graceful dancer is back to its original appearance.

Wearing the same stage makeup as everyone else, he tap danced cheerfully.

Joward said softly, "Steve, I'm going to the bathroom."

Steve: "Well, let's go."

He walked out of the theater, looked at the location, and then walked straight to the backstage.

This theater is not a high-end theater, and there is no one guarding the backstage.

The dancers from the previous scene had just left, and there was chaos in the backstage passage.

Nobody paid attention to a brown-haired boy with his hood pulled up.

A food truck is parked against the wall.

When the little doctor passed by, he felt a sharp table knife in his sleeve.

He was calmer and calmer than last time, but his blood was burning silently in his body.

At the moment of a glimpse in the audience, it seems that there is only yourself and that smiling face left in the world, and everything else is gone.

He couldn't hear the singing on the stage, and couldn't feel the warmth of the man beside him.

All I could hear was my own gentle heartbeat.

Boom, boom, boom.

The world is singing and dancing, but he is falling alone.

In the depths of his heart, his father and mother enemy had already died once in Arkham.

After leaving Arkham, he didn't bear any psychological burden.

Because if all the suffering of a person in this life originates from another person's joke.

He will never feel guilty about killing someone.

Because clowns don't deserve the guilt.

There is a pizza takeaway box at the door of the backstage, probably put here by a lazy deliveryman.

Joe Ward picked up a stack of pizza and pretended to be a delivery person.

Pushing against the backstage door with his shoulder, he entered smoothly and unimpeded.

The dancers of the Emerald City from the previous scene had left, and the prep area was filled with bright green.

And Joward's blue eyes glowed in the dark.

He looked at the faces one by one inadvertently, with the table knife in his sleeve pressed obliquely.

The tip of the knife points to the level of the arteries in the person's legs.

He found nothing unusual.

But just in case, he pressed his mouth into his collar, and quietly said to the air:

"Puff pastry pastry, would you like to listen to any abnormal sounds nearby? Like bombs...?"

Da Chao sent a text message almost within two seconds.

Clark: [I've heard it, no, what? ]

Clark: [where are you]

Clark: [Wait there, I'll be right there]

Joe Ward hurriedly replied: [Don't leave Jerry.I'm going back to the captain now. ]

He said to go back in the text message, but he walked around in the background again.

He has been trained to be very sensitive to the eyes that watch him quietly.

But from the time he walked backstage, people were busy with their own business, and no one paid any attention to the boy holding the pizza box.

He knew he had to go.

But the hatred in his heart made him feel unwilling.

The little doctor looked at the vanity mirrors.

The mirror surface was polluted by cosmetics, and there were a few poker cards in the cracks of one mirror.

In this messy backstage, it was a very common sight.

But he still walked over.

When he was standing at the position of the playing cards, the makeup mirror happened to fully reveal his appearance.

The boy in the mirror still had that sweet and innocent face.

The softness and fragility subconsciously revealed in front of Chaoying have all faded away at this moment.

The pale blue eyes were filled with ruthlessness.

This ruthlessness finally made the boy in the mirror stand out from the crowd.

There are words on the playing cards in the gap between the mirrors.

Obverse: "Look at yourself - look at this delicious little madman."

Negative: "A hero can't make you whole. But I can."

……

"Wicked" ended at 10 o'clock. When Joe Ward followed Steve out of the theater, he ran into Clark who was waiting at the door early.

Jerry was pulled behind by Dachao like a little tail, still muttering and complaining:

"Strange, why did you leave early..."

Clark stroked his head, then Joeward's.

Blue eyes as clear as the sky looked at him for a while, but didn't know what to say.

Because the little doctor was shaking his head quietly at him.

All right.The little reporter thought solemnly.

Maybe this is a secret between Xiao Qiao and him?

Then maybe he should go home and text and ask.

Steve didn't say anything.

Looking at Joward's eyes, he was as doting and gentle as ever.

They boarded the bus and got off the bus one stop before they got home.

Steve said he wanted to buy something.

But they chatted all the way about tonight's musical in the empty streets at night, and Joe Ward didn't see what he bought.

Walking through a street corner with the darkest street lights, the man's hand reached into his sleeve and slowly took out the table knife.

With a jingle, the knife went into the trash can on the side of the road.

Joward said nothing.

Stop.

He didn't even notice it himself.

I kept my hands in the sleeves, holding the small table knife tightly.

A posture ready to die at any time.

Steve: "Be careful not to cut yourself."

Joe Ward: "Steve."

Steve: "Huh?"

Now they stood between two street lamps, in the darkest section of the street.

No one can see who's expression.

But Joward still closed his eyes, waiting for the hero's sentence.

At this moment, he wished that he was really a weak and innocent lamb.

An ordinary, pure white pet doctor, a pet doctor who is dragged out to play by the two groups of Zhenglian and Avengers all day long, and is guarded by powerful superheroes, cannot be halfway through the musical, With a knife in his pocket, he went to kill.

Superheroes are too warm and aboveboard.

Waking up from Hannibal's old dream that day, he persuaded the little spider over and over again, saying that he was not good, and begging him not to catch up.

He is afraid.

He has been chasing the backs of superheroes for too long, and has imagined being them countless times.

But now that he finally waited for them to turn around and face him, he was even more afraid.

If he's not as good as they think-

They will definitely go.

Steve didn't hear the answer, so he said patiently, "Huh?"

Joe Ward: "I have to go, time to go home..."

Steve showed him his bandaged hands with innocent eyes:

"You are my on-site doctor, why don't you just leave?"

Joe Ward: "——I'll come back tomorrow. I have to go back to see Sol and the others tonight. I don't know if they can cook for themselves... The cheap cat must have knocked over a lot of things again, and I have to go back and clean up. Anyway, I have to go home…”

Steve: "There's no last train, Joe. Your hamster ball was driven back by Natasha, did you forget?"

Joward said awkwardly: "I'll walk back..."

Steve said calmly, "This is Manhattan."

Joward was cornered by him: "Then I'll run back!"

He said go away.

Before the man turned around, he was hugged back by the man with a smile, only his feet were flapping in the air.

Steve's bandaged arm was still a little sore.

However, four times the recovery ability is enough for him to hold a little doctor who hates himself and abandons himself.

Steve: "I'm telling you what you did wrong tonight. You forgot our first principle - no matter when and under what circumstances, your life safety comes first. So next time you decide to face , you must take us with you."

He carried Joward on his shoulders and walked home.

His shoulders were as broad and firm as ever.

He had hugged the little doctor like this before, and it always felt like he was hugging a stray cat with nowhere to go.

But now.

He's taking home a stray cat.

The author has something to say: small theater, ##"I think the captain is very OjbK" group

Tony: Did Xiao Qiao go home today?

Natasha: No reply.I asked the captain to take him to Broadway.

Tony: Oh God, Nat~~~

Natasha: You are enough.Stop making me say stupid man.I'm tired.

Tony: You can say it two hundred times.You can even step on my face with your heels as long as you don't let him in the batcave.

Tony: —withdraw.You won't really step on me with your high heels, you love me, right?

Saul: So when is he coming back to the clinic?Who will cook for me?

Tony: So why pull a hammer in.

Natasha: Otherwise who do you think we have left?

Natasha: You don't mess with people yourself.Who is that anonymous person with the black head?

Tony:?I didn't pull it

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Natasha: ?

Tony:? ?