Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Daisy played happily at Xavier School for Gifted Boys in the afternoon, and she couldn't calm down when she went to bed at night, and because she lived in Grandma Roxy's small house for the first time, there was no cradle bed, and her round body was using a quilt I tossed and turned on the bed that was used as a fence, but I just didn't want to sleep.

The hour hand on the owl alarm clock was already pointing to eleven.

If the baby does not sleep, the adult will naturally not be able to sleep.

The old father sat on the edge of the bed and shook the bottle.

He sweated a lot today, he just took a shower, his hair was still stained with the cool water vapor from the bathroom, his brows and eyes were lowered, his facial lines were relaxed, and he stared intently at the milk bottle dangling in his hand, all of a sudden he looked very gentle.

The light rippling slightly in those caramel-colored pupils is like a bright morning star at the end of midnight and when the sky is getting brighter.

The dumpling exuding the smell of milk slowly crawled over, clutching a corner of the quilt in his hand, and lying on Dad's lap coquettishly.

As soon as she saw him, she was willing to smile, her mouth was turned up, and the pouty cheeks on both sides made people unable to help but reach out and pinch them.

But I heard that children will drool if they pinch their faces too much.

"Mom." Daisy said affectionately.Roll your face on Tony's stomach.

This little act of acting like a baby often works, and at this moment, Tony hugged him with his big hands under his armpits. The little koala nestled obediently in his father's arms, stretched out his hands to hold the milk bottle, and lowered his head to drink slowly.

Tony turned on the phone, retrieved the mutants, and browsed quickly at a glance.

Charles Xavier may not have shown his face when the mutants were in turmoil back then, but as he himself said, he hid the clues very well. In the past two years, there has been significantly less news about mutants haunting.

If you look further up, you may have to hack into the military's system.

After all, the mutants went to the White House very diligently, and they were obviously more familiar with it than Iron Man.

Suddenly there was a little hand grabbing and grabbing on the holographic projection screen.

Little Daisy was unwilling to be lonely when she drank milk, she always wanted her father to take care of her, she was smacking her mouth, the father looked down and saw her big energetic eyes.

They looked at each other without speaking to each other.

As soon as Tony closed his eyes, he raised his hand to turn off the phone, lay down on the bed, and let the soft baby pancake spread out on his chest, pressing on it.

"Go to sleep." He whispered.

This kind of thing is beyond his brainwave control.

According to Tony's biological clock, he is still in the period when his brain is excited. He closes his eyes and says he is resting his mind. He has not stopped thinking about the mutants he saw in the school opposite during the day...

It's actually a bit of a juggling act.

Thinking about it again, in this era when superpowers are flying everywhere, becoming a superhero by being super rich is something to be proud of.

Besides, Tony Stark is not just a billionaire.He's still a genius.

But the genius can't control the little daughter's sleep.

Daisy turned over, and imitated her father's posture to lie on her back, her belly moved, and soon became round.

A bottle of milk also bottomed out.

She still wanted to play, she threw the baby bottle aside, turned it over like an omelette, and wanted to touch her father's beard, but found that the old father who was the mat really fell asleep at some point.

Daisy, lying on it like dough, could only play with herself, fiddling with her little hands, lying on her father's chest sideways to listen to her heartbeat.

Tony's steady and powerful heartbeat has always been the best lullaby for this little girl, thump, thump, thump, tap gently on the eyelids, and when the taps become softer and softer, her dreams have already been tapped.

It's so quiet all around.

Of course, Daisy's house in Manhattan is very quiet when she sleeps, but here you can still hear the sound of the wind passing through the gaps in the leaves when it is extremely quiet, rustling, which is very comfortable.

It was rare for Tony to sleep in.

The chairman woke up from the dream when the early morning sun brought the aroma of fried eggs with pepper to his eyelids. At a certain moment when his mind was still confused, he habitually thought that the nanny was making breakfast.

Then he remembered that it was at Roxy's house, and there should be a limp daughter lying on his chest.

But no daughter.

A small house probably has its advantages—at least Tony heard Roxy's laugh from downstairs soon after his sudden start.

The laughter was mixed with Daisy's soft voice, which made people's heart suddenly fall back into their stomachs.

The old father came downstairs with disheveled hair.

"Look, it's Shi Dake who got up late." Roxy glanced at the stairs, sucking both cheeks and said, "It's Shi Dake who wakes up late and wants to eat other people's meals."

Daisy was very happy to see the old father who got up at the latest and had to eat other people's food. With the vegetable puree in his mouth, she couldn't wait to laugh.

By the time Tony finished washing up with a disposable toothbrush and towel in the small bathroom, the dumpling was already full and wanted to get down from the chair to play.

"Then, go out for a walk with me." Roxy took off the bib around her neck, hugged the soft ball, and changed her into small shoes, "Now is the time."

Happy was still sitting at the table eating, and asked casually, "What's the right time?"

Roxy turned her face away and didn't tell.

Tony tore open the bread, suddenly remembered something, touched the back of the old woman in the floral skirt with the hand holding the bread, and said lightly: "Don't take her to gamble."

"I don't." Roxy said with her hands on her hips, "I want her to be nurtured by knowledge."

Tony scoffed.

After all, his daughter is not a cat. Daisy and Roxy have become familiar with each other by feeding her in the morning. In the morning, the little one wakes up first and plays alone on the bed. Roxy opens the door and comes in to hug her. I didn't see her unwilling.

Xiaotuanzi came to the dining table writhingly, knowing that he was going out, and wanted to take his father with him.

The old father stroked her head with his big hand and said, "Go along."

Daisy obediently let Roxy take her hand and go out.

Before going out, she kept looking back reluctantly.

"Where can I take her to receive knowledge?" Happy also laughed.Pop a piece of pumpkin pie into your mouth so your cheeks pop.

He asked this question to himself, and didn't expect the chairman to answer, but not long after the words fell, Tony's hands suddenly froze in the corner of his eye, and then he saw the figure next to him standing up, wiping his mouth with a napkin, and striding out the door .

Sure enough, when he opened the door, he saw two figures, one old and one young, who had crossed the road and were walking on the avenue leading to the castle.

Roxy is really the youngest member of the Estark family. She obviously put on shoes for Daisy, and when she went out, she saw a small figure walking around. She couldn't help being overwhelmed by motherhood, so she hugged Daisy and voluntarily acted like a humanoid. machine.

On the contrary, Daisy was unwilling, twisted her body, and wanted to get down by herself.

She was probably a little afraid that the old woman would hug her, and then she couldn't help but move her mouth to suck a big mouthful of her face.

It was class time now, and through the window panes outside the castle, Charles could be seen holding a book and giving lectures to the students in the big study.

The format of Professor X's class is very free. Students can sit or stand, and they can raise their hands to interrupt when they are interested in listening.

Said it was in class, it was more like sharing experience together.

This week's reading is Sartre.

Sartre is a very typical existentialist writer, and the purpose of existentialist writing is often to think about "human beings" themselves.

"I personally don't like his situational dramas very much." Charles smiled, "He always likes to push people into desperate situations, and believes that the choice in a desperate situation determines the essence of a person."

He paused, and continued: "There may not be only a one-way choice of left or right. There are always other ways...but I agree that choice determines the essence."

The professor glanced at the students around him, closed the book, cupped his hands and said, "I want to hear your thoughts."

He was in a wheelchair with his back to the window.

Therefore, I am afraid that I will never see the two shadows lying on the windowsill.

Daisy didn't understand the meaning of listening to people through the glass, but she was willing to look at people, so she didn't move, letting the old woman hug her, with her two small hands on the window sill, and concentrated on watching the brothers and sisters who raised their hands inside. .

Roxy was intoxicated.

"Isn't the professor charming?" She sighed, imitating a classical lady, gently covering her cheek with her hand as if she had a toothache, shaking her head while talking, "How can I say no."

In the final analysis, she was able to enter the school so smoothly, not only because she was familiar with each other, but also because of Charles' invitation of "Welcome to visit" yesterday.

Of course, he invited Tony.

But the listener has a share, Roxy's ears have long been pricked up, and she took this sentence as a pass, and came here for a routine visit early this morning.

It was too early to have fun, and it didn't take long for me to visit someone's window sill before I was taken down.

When Professor X invited the old and the young to come in for snacks with his thoughts, Roxy's face changed, and even though he was still leaning against the window, he could immediately exude an intellectual and reserved ladylike temperament.

This kind of skill is rare, presumably there were many suitors when I was young.

She didn't think it was a big deal that the other party could talk to her with her mind.

Daisy has changed several nannies, all of them are human, and have never been taken by mutants.

Happened today.

So Tony and Happy drove to the school, got out of the car door, and saw this scene:

The little dumpling was sitting on the shoulders of a steel man with metallic light all over his body, with ice on the left and fire on the right, and a boy in the middle was making faces for her, with his tongue sticking out, it was a snake-like letter.

There are so many wonders in the world, Daisy's eyes were opened, and she was so amused that she bent her eyes and smiled, stretched her arms, and wanted to catch the flame on the right.

In the end it was not caught.

The fire was too far away, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, it became a wisp of smoke.

"They all like her," Hank said.

Charles' assistant, Hank, is a very gentle researcher, smart, shy, with short hair and a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. He is the kind of person who would be embarrassed to turn his eyes to look elsewhere when someone he likes talking. Very cute.

As an assistant, he has to worry about the big and small things in the school, and he always pays attention to the mental state of the students. Such a harmonious relationship is naturally a good thing.

The two sat and stood in front of the window watching.

Hank saw Charles' brow stretched, and was about to continue to say something, and then saw the professor put two slender fingers on his temples, as if he had caught a strange sound, and was listening.

There were footsteps behind him, and Charles turned his head first, and as expected, he saw a familiar face standing at the door with a pale face.

"Did you have a nightmare again?" he said, "Jin."

Jean Gray, who will be called the "Phoenix Girl" in the future, would have been a college student if she hadn't been in the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters and left in the outside world.

She can read minds and control thoughts. The awakening of her abilities has greatly affected her life. She has not been able to grasp her abilities since she came to school not long ago.

Probably because of this reason, Qin has been a little weak lately, trapped in dreams, often in a trance after waking up, yesterday Roxy brought apple pie to share, and she only watched through the glass in the house, out of tune with the crowd.

Qin stroked her forehead.A strand of red hair fell to her cheek and was pushed behind her ear.

She said: "Recently, in my dreams, I can always communicate with someone."

"Who?" Charles' eyes moved.

"A man in a red dress, with a mask and two knives." She slid her hands down and covered her face, very distressed, "Taught me a lot of dirty words..."