Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Damian wants to hit someone.

Damian wanted to hit someone.

This kind of wanting is similar to a knee-jerk reaction. He has been trained for so many years, and his body instinctively wants to fight back when he is touched by a stranger.

Fortunately, because he knew that there was a baby standing behind him, he forcibly suppressed the urge to fight back.

Little Tuanzi, who came to hold hands affectionately, didn't know that the brother's first reaction was to hit her, and happily wanted to play together, but soon felt that the two fingers he was holding were pulled out hard, and the palm of his hand suddenly became empty.

Daisy grabbed her hands and looked up at Damian, who looked extraordinarily aloof with her arms folded. She didn't know why she didn't let her. Her father and many people gave her permission, but this one was so special.

She ran up to Damian to have a look.

Damian glanced at her, raised a finger again, and warned a second time like the previous warning "Don't call me brother": "Don't touch me."

He looked up at the sky, exhaled in vain, "I really don't like children."

Obviously he is also a child.

Bruce didn't say this sentence, and if he said it, he might cause the debate about who was not a child just now.

He stood there and didn't intend to speak at first, but found that Damian had turned his eyes to look at himself inexplicably after warning Daisy, and he didn't speak.

His son is a bit difficult to manage. He hasn't been with him since he was a child, and he received Lei Xiao Al Ghul's education.

Damian doesn't let Daisy play with her, some people want to play with her.

It’s not uncommon to see round-clad babies in Nordic ski resorts. Daisy can’t stand her cuteness. She looks like a little penguin running away from her father’s care while running around. Ask her to come and touch her face.

It's a pity that her penguin father came in time every time, hugged the little one, put it in the ski car and continued to ski.

When she was tired from playing, Daisy followed Tony to the shop in the ski resort to buy hot drinks.

The carton of milk was warm and comfortable in the palm of your hand. Daisy took off the gloves and fiddled with the straw with her head down. Her little fingers slowly tore open the plastic wrapping and poked the tube into the tinfoil. In the mouth, drink with gusto.

She is willing to come to skate every day.

The Stark father and daughter were playing, but the father and son named Wayne outside had plans to leave the ski resort.

Leaving was because Bruce answered a phone call.

The voice on the other end of the phone was very familiar. Even though his master took his son skiing in Finland, the housekeeper Alfred still conscientiously stuck to his job. After connecting, he went straight to the topic: "Master, I found it."

Damian's ears stretched out all of a sudden.

"Are you leaving?" he asked.

The young master's face was full of excitement, and he thought something good had happened.

Bruce does have to go.

He didn't have to explain to Tony, he didn't know each other well, and he left the ski resort quietly with his son.

"Can I drive when I go back to the villa?" Damian jumped on the co-pilot, looked at this ordinary Mercedes-Benz, curled his lips, "It doesn't feel like a Batmobile at all, but I don't mind pushing it hard This one."

"I don't mind." Bruce said without squinting.

Mercedes-Benz drove away.

After arguing over who should drive the car, the old father didn't speak again.

Damian was like a thumbtack on the cushion, turning around, never sitting quietly for a while.Take out the tablet to play, and always pretend to glance at Bruce unintentionally from time to time.

It would be strange if such an obvious move could really make people feel unintentional.

Bruce drove for a while in silence, and finally when his youngest son looked at him from the corner of his eye for the first time, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you have anything to say to me?"

"No." Damian said.

"Okay." Bruce said.

"..."

The thumbtack on which Batman's Robin is sitting may start to make trouble again because of this "okay".

Damian probably wanted to wait for his father to ask, but unfortunately he overestimated Bruce's curiosity and underestimated Bruce's routine. After a while, he couldn't hold back and started talking: "You really like the one from the Stark family and still eat it?" milk."

"I like it." Bruce moved his fingers on the steering wheel, but his expression didn't move. He found his son with a straight face on the co-pilot, and said slowly, "But she's not my son."

Damian looked pale.

He quickly felt that it was naive to care about this little thing he likes or not, and he lowered his head to open the interface of the tablet and stopped talking because of the little man's face.

Bruce's tablet is said to be used for playing, more like a tool.

At this time, a location tracking interface was opened, the coordinates were in Finland, and a small red dot kept moving on the map.

Alfred said he found it, maybe it was such a thing.

But it is said to be a tool, but it can also be used to play.

Bored, Damian switched the interface, clicked on a webpage to browse, and was attracted by a title on the homepage.

The title is "Children of the Sun".

"Superman appeared again! The girl was dying in a residential building surrounded by fire, and it was Superman who fell from the sky and rescued her!"

In front of the camera, the reporter was so excited that the stars flew straight, and he bent back, showing the scorched sky behind him that was infected by the flames.

The camera focused on a tall figure slowly descending in the sky.

Superman in a red cloak held the child in his arms, and the sunlight behind him seemed to be a holy light for a moment.

The fire and the reporters were noisy, but the crowd around the ground was silent.

Silent, pious, with tears in his eyes.

It is the appearance of seeing hope descending with one's own eyes.

Daisy sat on a chair in the store, drank the milk, and put the box to her ear and shook it, adhering to the good morals of thrift and thrift, to see if the milk was clean.

His eyes moved aside by chance, and he saw his father looking up at the big TV hanging on the wall, and followed him curiously.

A look just looked at the figure of Superman after the camera zoomed in.

She liked it, put down the milk box, and tugged at her father's clothes: "Dad, that."

"It's Superman," Tony said.

There is still a half sentence in my heart, I am your fellow countryman.

The old father recited silently, and then looked at his little daughter, with mixed feelings for no reason.

"This Superman has risen again." A newspaper next to him trembled and said tremblingly.

Behind the newspaper was the face of an old man with a white beard.

This old man also wears a pair of brown eyes indoors, combs his hair back, and speaks American English. He is probably also a tourist in Finland. While talking, he looks up at the TV screen.

"Hmph, Superman."

"Here comes another superhero." He said, "Since Tony Stark announced that he is Iron Man, there have been more and more so-called heroes on Earth, and they all want to show off, hmph..."

The old man was talking, met Tony's gaze, didn't feel anything wrong at all, raised his glasses, and continued to read the newspaper.

It took some time for his reaction arc to operate, but fortunately, he didn't stop because of old age. After a while, the newspaper that had been held steadily rose again, and fell quietly, revealing a pair of prying eyes out of guilty conscience.

Eyes met, Tony still looked at him so calmly.

Grandpa's eyebrows trembled.

"Why do I think you look familiar." He said, "Could you be..."

"How should I put it, every morning when I look in the mirror, the mirror will remind me that I am the Tony Stark who first made a splash." Tony smiled with a blunt smile.

Newspapers went up quickly.

Daisy is very familiar with this game of covering her face and suddenly revealing her face. She used to play it at home, but now she is very friendly when she sees it. She leans over and smiles happily, trying to see the old man's face from under the newspaper.

Before I could wait to watch, a woman with a Finnish accent came over, her English was not up to standard, and she reminded: "Mr. Li, your coach is already waiting outside."

The speed with which the old man slipped out of the door showed that his body was very strong and he was about to live a long life.

Tony took his daughter for another hour of snow skiing, checked the time, found a place to have lunch, and went to Helsinki's iconic attractions in the afternoon, before returning to the holiday villa when night fell.

When we got back, it snowed heavily. After taking a bath, the baby in soft pajamas and a small hat lay on the windowpane to watch the snow quietly.

There are many places to run today, and Daisy goes to bed earlier at night.

I didn't need my father to read stories to coax me, I just looked at Xue, shrank back on the sofa, and fell asleep in a ball.I didn't wake up after being carried to the big bed, I kicked my little feet lightly, smacked my mouth, and ate delicious food in my dream.

Sleep until midnight.

The heavy snow had just stopped, and a crescent of moonlight sneaked out from the thick clouds and shone into the bedroom through the window.

Probably the sound of the falling moonlight was tinkling in a dream, making Daisy suddenly open her eyes.

It was still light in the house before going to bed, but it was so dark when I woke up.

The little ball squirmed in the quilt, folded its body, sat up and rubbed its eyes.

The curtains were not drawn, and the clear night outside could be seen.

Under the night is the second floor of the opposite villa.

After rubbing her eyes, Daisy was still sleepy and looked around in a daze.

Can't wait to see.

Outside the window on the second floor opposite, a very large bat came from bottom to top. If you look carefully, there is a small bat with a cape behind the big bat. It looks like a human. It disappeared silently. trace.

Baby Daisy's drowsiness is almost gone now.

The doughy body trembled, and the little heart was beating fast.

In his sleep, Tony felt that a corner of the quilt was thrown back, and a ray of night breeze leaked in.

By the way, a small bulge leaked in.

Gubao swam to his side and cuddled closer.

The old father was in a daze in his dream, so he wrapped his bulge around and patted it lightly for a while, until he felt that the little one beside him was asleep again, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

Before that, I had to say something in my sleep: "Dad is here."