[Zhongyingmei] Plant girlfriend

This diary looks old, the paper is slightly yellowed, but it feels like a thin book. It seems that the owner of the diary doesn't often record daily life.

I simply flipped through the first few pages, and was surprised to find that the Chinese handwriting on it was slightly familiar. It wasn’t very pretty, but it was neat and neat. This must be my own handwriting!I was a little surprised.

Recalling the messy guesses about the original owner in my mind these days, I covered my face and sighed, how did I never realize that my imagination is so rich?

It can be seen that I don't often write in a diary, but only occasionally when something worth recording happens, I will simply write a few strokes.According to the start time and content of the diary, I speculate that I should have come to this world a long time ago.

So Hydra should be successful in erasing memory, but I don’t know why my memory before time travel still remains.

Wait a minute, I thought of Peter, ahhhhh, so he is really my boyfriend?

I got excited, jumped onto the bed, buried my head in the pillow and snickered, hehehe, I must have saved the Milky Way in my last life, oh, no, it was my previous life.

Once I accepted the fact that I have already passed through, all my previous doubts were explained.

I can’t get in touch with my family, but I’m not in a hurry, because I’ve already adapted to life without my family; I can’t remember the plot of a movie I haven’t watched for a long time, because it’s been a long time; Rub up, because...he is my boyfriend!

……

Before going home, I asked Peter not to tell my friends that I was back. At that time, I thought that those friends belonged to the "original owners" and I didn't want to deal with them.

This leads me to do nothing now until a phone call from Peter comes.

Knowing the relationship between Peter and me, I answered the phone with a honeyed shyness.

"Hi, Margery, tomorrow is Monday. You have missed classes for more than two months. Are you coming to school tomorrow? I mean, I asked you to leave for a period of time. Do you want to inform me now? School, let you resume classes. If, if you want to come, can I pick you up? I think you probably need someone to help you familiarize yourself with the school. Of course, your good friend Jane can also take on this task. I just want to Let you know that when you need me, I will always be there..."

As soon as the call was connected, Peter's voice crackled into my ears like falling beans, and I only heard the most important message in it.

"What? You said class, what is class? I must have heard wrong." I hung up the phone blankly.

Soon the phone rang again, reminding me of the sad fact that I had to go to school tomorrow.God knows I've long forgotten that there is such a thing as going to school, and I'm still missing two months of classes, and I want to kill myself every minute.

But many things happen without my will. If I don’t want to fail to graduate from high school, I have to obediently go to school tomorrow.

Unhappily, I connected to Peter's phone again, listening to him on the other side of the phone telling me what to bring to school tomorrow like an old lady, first go to the Academic Affairs Office to choose courses, which courses have been taken where, if If you don't catch up as soon as possible, you will have to repeat blablabla, although his voice is very nice, but at the moment he is chanting like a demon.

This is not the love I imagined!

Early the next morning, Peter waited at my door as scheduled, dressed in casual clothes and carrying a schoolbag. If you ignore his identity as Spiderman, he is like an ordinary well-behaved high school student.

Next to him stood a blond girl with her hands folded on her chest, staring at me angrily.

"Peter said you went to Xavier School like last term. I don't think I'll believe that? You haven't been seen since Christmas and I can't get through to you. Say! Where the hell have you been? Don't try Lying, I can see it!"

There was such a natural affinity for this little blonde girl that I couldn't even remember her name, which made me a little sad.

Instinctively, I felt that I should not hide from her.

I briefly told her about my experience during this time, and I thought I was almost unharmed except for the amnesia.The time with Bucky was still very interesting. I learned a lot of things that I didn't dare to think about before, such as how to get money the fastest when I have no money; no identity and no money, Where to find a car that can be driven; how to avoid people being arrested in the city... I find these very exciting, which is very different from life in a peaceful ivory tower.

As soon as I mentioned my amnesia last time, Peter burst into tears.

This time I have learned from my experience and told the story of my escape journey as fresh and interesting as possible, and finally I told about my amnesia.

Then I saw the girl's face turned from sunny to rainy in an instant, and she insisted on checking whether I was injured with a dark face, and she refused to give up until I reassured.

After some teeth-gritting introductions, I met Jane again, my good friend of seven years.

While we were talking, Peter obediently followed behind us without speaking, acting as our "bodyguard".I think he must have been murdered by her for deceiving Jane.

How could I have the heart for him to be left out, so I quietly stretched out a hand, bent my four fingers and hooked playfully.Then a warm palm took my whole hand into it.

Walking in front, I silently bent the corners of my lips.

The class was not as scary as I thought, it must be because I was accompanied by friends and lovers throughout the process.

Classes ended at three o'clock in the afternoon, and I was reminded to go to the swimming team for training. I thought that Peter would also have extracurricular activities. In fact, most of the students have joined clubs, so it is impossible to go home as soon as school is over.

As a result, Peter hurriedly packed his schoolbag and ran out of school.

I think I guessed something, Peter is not just a student at Midtown High, he has another identity.

Maybe the few months with Bucky gave me a taste of another possibility of life, exciting, wonderful, and different, and I rushed to catch up.

"I want to go too! Wait for me!"

Peter turned his head and looked surprised: "I'm going to patrol Queens, are you sure?"

I saw that he was still a teenager, but he said that he was going to patrol with a straight face, and I thought it was a bit funny, and I thought he was really cute.

Today's Peter is also a kind boy!

"Of course, I want to go!"

"You never went before, and you always make me pay attention to safety!" He was a little puzzled by my change.

I don't know what I was like before amnesia, but I don't care.

"That was before!" I was afraid that he would run away, so I hugged his arm with both hands.

His arm is sinking into a piece of softness, this is really an unharmonious posture, I saw his face flushed, wow!

"Okay, okay." He turned his face sideways, a little shy: "However, you have to change into clothes you don't usually wear and cover your face."

"no problem!"

I went home and got fully armed and met him.He was wearing that tight red and blue uniform I'd seen at the airport.I suspect he's engaging in subdued seduction, and I have proof.

The uniform was too close-fitting, outlining the boy's beautiful figure, slender waist, long legs, and powerful six-pack abs, all clearly visible.

I think he should wear a cloak, preferably from head to toe, so only I can see it.

At this moment, I am like a narrow-minded man who sees his girlfriend wearing a navel jacket on the street, in a word, sour!

Forget it, I comforted myself, anyway, they can only watch.

During the day, Queen Street is full of traffic and noisy.But from the top down, it's completely different.

Peter put his arms around my waist with one hand and shot spider silk with the other, leading me through the tall buildings, the wind whispered in my ears, the hustle and bustle of the city was far away, and the men and women on the ground were like swarms of ants.

This is the taste of freedom, and I laughed heartily.

After a full circle, Mr. Spider-Man, New York's good neighbor, also started his day's work.

I was sitting on a safe tall building, so Peter was only a little red dot left in my eyes, but a lively little red dot, jumping here and there for a while.

When the setting sun hit my profile, Peter came back.

"Are you bored?" He lifted his mask and sat side by side with me, watching the sunset of the city together.

"No, it's very calm, maybe it's a good choice to bring homework here to write."

He smiled: "For the first time, you will definitely not feel bored. Maybe you won't want to come tomorrow."

While talking, he picked up his mobile phone and typed.

"What are you doing?" I asked curiously.

"I'm reporting today's mission to Mr. Stark's assistant Happy." He flattened his mouth, "But he never replied to me, I know, he must still treat me as a child. "

"Then he's really blind," I echoed, wrapping my arms around his waist, "How can a kid have a six-pack? Haha!"

He heard me teasing him, and rumpled my long hair punitively.

Then we settled the dinner on the tall building, and he also told me about the things he did today, most of which were trivial things, but he was very happy.

"Margaery, thank you for coming with me today. I'm usually alone, and Harpy doesn't reply to me, and no one shares my daily experiences with me. But I still enjoy doing it every day. I really like it. I am very fortunate to have this ability.”

As he spoke, he took a bite of the hamburger in his hand, and there was a circle of red ketchup on his mouth.

"Margaery, would you still like to come tomorrow?"

"Of course, at least for now I'm not bored."

"Margaery, you are so kind!" After he finished speaking, he excitedly kissed me on the cheek.

I touched my cheek and looked at the bright red ketchup in my hand, then I really thank you, thank you!

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