Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

The colorful farm life makes Daisy happy.

She is used to living in the bustling New York City. The adults in her family play with technology, and she is a rich child who has seen the world, but she has no idea that there is another kind of life. Even without artificial intelligence, she can live without spending money. very comfortable.

"No money?" Thor wondered.

This farm is very expensive, and there are big houses, gardens, artificial waterfalls, and expensive European ponies, all of which cost money.

But no matter what, this little guy didn't stop walking all day today, and he didn't even want to take a nap. He was playing wildly with Arthur outside, and he was so happy that he wanted to grow little wings and fly.

The pony can not only touch, but also ride.

It is too early for a fourteen-month-old child to ride a horse, so he has to be supported by his father, put the round milk ball in his hand on the red saddle, let the horse walk a few steps, and have a dry addiction , This will also make Daisy's eyes glow with small crescent moons, and the saddle is sandwiched between the chubby legs, and she refuses to get off like a gummy.

In the end, he was stripped off by the ruthless old father.

Before she could act coquettishly, she turned her face and saw that Arthur was going to pick vegetables in his basket, and hurriedly followed behind. After walking two steps, she found that there was no one beside her, so she turned back tirelessly and took Tony's hand with her little hand. One finger, we want to go together.

"Nobody cares about me, do they?" Thor asked, bouncing the hammer in his hand unwillingly.

The vegetable garden is behind the alpaca enclosure, walking along a long path, you will see a large area separated by a fence.

Arthur enjoys a life of self-sufficiency, but the occasional animal comes in and steals food, which is annoying.Because of the quiet cultivation, the vegetables grown are tender and lovely.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" Arthur squatted on the ground, and asked Daisy, who was also squatting on the ground.

Daisy salivated over the bright red and heavy tomatoes on the vine, without blinking her eyes, and cleverly pointed her fingers when she heard the words.

"It's a tomato." Arthur stood up and picked one. "I'll make you soup tonight."

Daisy got a little basket, and she put the tomatoes in it.

Later Arthur picked a small pumpkin for her and put it in the basket too.

Tony stood outside the fence, watching his daughter, who was not as tall as the tomato vine, trying to pull the harvested basket, step by step, leaning her small body like a tug-of-war, walking like an old woman.

The old father, who was sitting on his hands, still stood by at this time.

The basket was very heavy. Arthur thought that Daisy would not be able to drag it away, but he didn't expect her to be dragged for a certain distance because of her small arms and legs and puffy face.

The more you drag, the easier it looks.In the end, she was able to walk upright and pull the basket by hand, without panting, only whirring because of excitement.

It's amazing.

Daisy wants Papa to see her pumpkins and tomatoes.

Seeing that the basket was out of the fence, the tall old father was right in front of him, but he didn't know that something tripped on the ground, not a person, but tripped over the basket, and the red tomato and yellow pumpkin all rolled out and walked down the slope below. Rolling farther and farther.

Those who see it are sad, and those who hear it cry.

"..." Even Tony was a little moved.

He probably made preparations to bend down to carry the basket for her daughter when she came over, and he didn't want to make such a fuss in the end.

Looking at Daisy again, she couldn't grasp it with her small hands, she watched the vegetables go away, her face was dazed, she stood there not knowing what to do, it was inexplicably funny.

The old father coughed with his fist pressed against his lips.

When he looked down, Little Daisy just looked up and spread her hands, quite helpless.

Daisy thought her father would come and help her downhill to pick it up, but she didn't want him to stand there and look at her, his expression became more and more strange, and his shoulders gradually trembled.

After all, Tony couldn't hold back, turned around and laughed out loud.

I only lived in Seattle for three days in total.

The night before leaving the farm, the dinner was extraordinarily sumptuous, and the dumplings were full.

After the meal, Daisy got her father's permission and stood on the edge of the sofa, watching Thor open the juice expectantly.

The little hand was affectionately placed on the thigh that was hard to the touch and full of strength, and feeling her soft strength would surely soften Thor's heart.

Thor was not limp at all, and when he found her hand on it, he gently picked it aside, and still opened the juice bag seriously, but he was polite, and explained to her: "My legs are itchy when you are like this."

Daisy stood on tiptoe, tapped her mouth, watched him tear open the mouth, poured the sweet juice into the bottle, screwed on the nipple, and quickly hugged him to drink.

If she forgets about the egg, she still likes the big guy very much.

Thor is not used to holding a child, he has not held her very much, and he accepts the concept of parenting like a warrior, unlike others, he softened his voice to tease her with "Yo Yo Yo eat fruit and take a bath", but he actually treats her well. Very well, the majestic red cloak was finally lent to her to touch.He didn't like it when people touched his blond babe, but he wasn't offended when she wriggled on the sofa and tugged for balance.

Thinking about it, the God of Thunder might also be a very gentle person.It's just that everyone expresses tenderness in a different way, and you may not be able to discover it quickly.

Of course, when Thor accidentally popped a soda can and spilled water all over the floor, the other two older ones in the room didn't want to ask whether he was a gentle god or not.

The night has just fallen, and the dark blue is very pure, as if it has just been washed.

Tony took Daisy to lie on the grass in the rose garden and look at the stars. Lying down on his back, his eyes were full of the night sky. A person on the earth is just as small as a star in the Milky Way.

It's really very small.

Thor had nothing to do, so he also lay down beside him.

"There are more than [-] million galaxies in the universe, and each galaxy has more than [-] million stars." Tony said, "It means that there are countless possibilities for life."

As he talked, he looked at the dough-like daughter lying on the blanket and trying to pull grass, then looked at Thor, and suddenly asked, "What does the spaceship in Asgard look like?"

"The appearance of the ship." Thor didn't think about it.

After finishing speaking, I felt that there was no sound next to me, so I turned my head to look, and saw Tony's stern face.

"It's really in the shape of a boat." He asked, "Why?"

"Do not."

Every time Daisy turned over and threw off the quilt covering her belly, Tony pulled and replied, "It's nothing."

Having had such a good time in Seattle, it's a little bit of a disappointment to be back in New York.

The main reason for not being happy is that the little Stark family, who looked back three times at every step, thought that he would never let him come here for the rest of his life.

Thor doesn't fly.

He had been on the farm for the past three days, and he was a little bit handicapped. At this moment, he wanted to fly directly from Seattle to New York.

"Did you know there's such a thing as air traffic control?" Tony asked.

Air traffic control can't control Thor's free spirit.

He originally wanted to go back to the Avengers Building, but when he heard that Tony had changed places to live, he asked for the address, and he was full of fighting spirit: "It's too slow to fly."

It would be too embarrassing to fall behind if we set up FLAG like this.

Tony opened his mouth to say something, but was attracted by the little daisy pulling his trousers underneath, bent down and hugged the soft one, and then he lost the desire to speak again, raised his eyebrows with a smile that was not a smile, and left a sentence: " Be careful on the road."

Thor is Thor after all, sparks and lightning all the way, the plane landed, opened the hatch, and actually saw him standing outside the apron on the top of the villa.

The plane will fly for five hours, and he doesn't know when he will arrive at home. He is standing leaning against the wall, playing with hammers with his head down.

It turned out later that he had even asked Jarvis to open the door, walked around the villa, ate something from the refrigerator, and watched TV for a while.

Daisy fell asleep on the plane, her dream was sweet, she didn't wake up after landing, her face was so sweet, she wrapped her into a small bag, hugged her in her arms and took it off the plane.

Probably the eyelids were burnt by the sun, the sleeping baby moved slightly and shrank his face into his father's arms.

The two big ones brought a small one into the room, and stepped out of the elevator, the expression on Tony's face changed first.

This change was obviously not due to joy—no one would be happy to see a hole suddenly appear in the wall, and then the golden hole that continued to expand.

"Don't say it was you who smashed it again." He said to Thor.

Thunder God suddenly took the blame, spread his hands in surprise and said, "Can I make such a hole?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the circular golden light spinning on the wall speed up, and his body tensed up in an instant, giving rise to the vigilance before the crisis.

The hole is getting bigger and bigger, and it has expanded beyond the height of an adult.

The wall has become completely fake.

At a glance, the other end of the hole is connected to a foreign space that no one has seen before.

From there, a man came out slowly.

The man looked to be about the same age as Tony, with a slender figure, an indifferent face, and a pair of pale pupils showing a slight sense of alienation.

The beard is well trimmed.

He wore a dark blue tunic with a red cloak and yellow leather gloves on his hands.

The colors of the clothes match well.

But appearing in someone else's house so abruptly, it is impossible for people to appreciate this kind of goodness.

"The God of Thunder and Iron Man. They must have had a pleasant time on the farm." The man said.

There was not much emotion in the voice, like a business-like mechanical speech.

He swept his eyes over the two heroes, and Daisy by the way, but paused for a moment, then retracted them imperceptibly.

"I am Dr. Stephen Strange," he said.

"Or another name, Supreme Mage."