Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Not long after the walk in the park, Clark returned to the Metropolis.

When he was flying in the sky, the red cape fluttering in the wind was really beautiful.The pale winter seemed to come alive all of a sudden.

Daisy played very well with him, and she was a little bit sad when he left, and she kept looking around on the balcony with her toys in her arms.

"No need to wait." The old father came up from the basement with a wrench, and saw the little figure leaning against the door glass and watching, looking eager to see through it, it is a good picture to take a picture with the camera, "He will come to play when he is free .”

Tuanzi still hope.

But the child forgets a lot, and the sky gradually darkened. After dinner, she followed her father around, like a toddler duckling, and when Tony wanted to catch her to take a bath, she ran faster than a rabbit.

Time is also running.

In November, New York was covered in silver, and in December, New York was surrounded by heavy snow. A thick layer of snow accumulated. When I went out with my bag, I came back within two seconds.

There is still nearly a week before Christmas, and the heavy snow has failed to drown out the enthusiasm of New York people. Christmas trees are placed in the store early, and the door is opened, and the bells are jingling. Strong festive atmosphere.

There is also a big Christmas tree in Stark's house.

The shiny little ornaments haven't been hung yet, so Benben's daily fun is that the whole family gets up first in the morning, holding a box full of ornaments, and slowly hanging some on the branches.

And every time the classic Christmas music of jingle bells is played, the chairman's ears feel callused.

Daisy also comes to help sometimes.

The little baby works very seriously. He tiptoes and hooks the colored balls tied with ropes to the branches. After standing on tiptoe for a long time, his two little fat legs tremble, and he refuses to stand properly. He insists on waiting until the ball is hung I am satisfied.

Today's dumpling is also a good dumpling to help.

But she accidentally tore off a handful of pine needles from the Christmas tree yesterday, so Benben won't let her hang decorations this time.

Looking up, the one that was much shorter than the mechanical arm was holding the box obediently, with a chubby belly that was full of food, and it didn't let her hang up or make trouble, standing firmly.

It's just that those blue eyes were full of longing. Seeing that Benben hung up a small bell again, he smiled with a crooked mouth, full of envy in his smile.

Envy is envy, Tuanzi didn't think about grabbing, let alone lying on the ground and turning around, crying to hang up, he has a good temper worthy of praise.

Wendy played with Daisy earlier, and put a Christmas hat with a pompom on the little one. The red hat and blond hair looked very beautiful.

When Daisy moved, the pom-pom dangling from the hat also moved, flicking behind her head.

She happily hung up today's decorations with Benben, and wanted to play with her father. When she looked back, her old father who was sitting in the living room watching TV disappeared at some point.

Daisy searched all over the house, but couldn't find it. It was Jarvis who opened the elevator door and sent the little lady who was looking for her father to the underground armored nursery.

Tony sat there alone.

He just sat without moving tools, and the computer screen was still on the opened interface. It was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

This kind of quiet came by chance, but it doesn't seem to be by chance.

After all, since he got up this morning, Tony talked a lot less than usual.

Daisy ate the breakfast in the bowl, still craving the fresh strawberries on the table, she stretched out her little hand to take it, usually at this time, the father had already pulled the plate in front of her, half teasing and half serious He said "I'll give it after I eat", but today I didn't say anything, I just took a strawberry to my daughter, Daisy happily held the strawberry in her hand, and insisted on letting Wendy take a look.

Wendy looked at Strawberry, lowered her head, and while Tony wasn't paying attention, she quietly glanced at the boss' face.

She was more sensitive, and could tell that Tony was not in a good mood, but for some unknown reason, she tactfully lowered her voice when he was present.

Doesn't seem to do much to ease the bad mood.

The elevator door opened, and a little dumpling wearing a Christmas hat ran out of it, snorting, and finally saw her father. With a cry, she ran over happily to see what her father was doing.

Tony was closing a book.

The cover of the book is very thick, but the surface is old, like something from a long time ago.

"What are you doing?" He looked down at his daughter, hugged the fluffy pancake lying on his lap, and sat upright.

Daisy slapped back and forth on the keyboard, making a clear and rhythmic clattering sound. She was having fun, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. The little crescent bends.

Tony followed with a smile, didn't speak, and let the little one play in his arms.

His patience with holding the baby seems to be quite sufficient today.

In the past, there was plenty, but not as often as hugging my daughter.

The little strawberry vest on Daisy's body is bulging, hugging a little puppet.

It's just that ordinary little dolls don't have a faint milky smell, and they don't know how to speak softly. They move their mouths closer and poke on their cheeks, which makes people's hearts soften.

Wendy got off work early today, because her boss said to make a semi-finished meal, and he would warm it up for Daisy himself.

"really?"

Wendy was a little worried—she was worried that Daisy would end up with a mushy dinner.

Fortunately not.

Tony heated up the food very well and fed it to his daughter spoon by spoon. Finally, he wiped Daisy's mouth with a tissue and hugged her to the ground, allowing her soul to fly freely in the villa.

Daisy didn't fly.

She played with toys under the Christmas tree in the living room for a while, and when she saw her father bring up a book from the underground warehouse, she thought she was going to tell a story, so she quickly found a good seat on the sofa and sat obediently.

Tony stood still at the elevator entrance. He was going back to the bedroom. Seeing her like this, he came over and sat down on the sofa.

Toddler Cake habitually leans over, reading books is only fun when squeezed together.

When her father's big hand turned a page of the book, Daisy realized that it was not a story book but an old photo album spread out on Tony's lap.

Really very old.

The corners are a bit worn, but the photos inside are well preserved. Judging from the style of furniture and buildings, it looks like America in the 70s and [-]s.

The people inside are naturally from the 70s and [-]s.

Daisy's eyes were wide open, and when she saw the familiar figure in the photo, she put her finger on it and said affectionately, "Dad."

She was referring to a family portrait.

The young man in the photo was naturally Tony Stark, who was only in his early twenties at that time, with long eyebrows and eyes, he was already a good-looking young man.

The couple standing behind him, figured it out on their knees, were Howard and Maria Stark.

On December [-], [-], the Starks were killed in a car accident on their way to the airport.

It is now known that it was not a car accident.

They missed the flight to the Bahamas, and the last words they said to their son before they passed away were not what they most wanted to say.

That year, Tony Stark was 21 years old.

"It's Dad." Tony said.

There seemed to be no expression on his face, his eyes flicked over the faces of his parents in the photo, and stayed on Maria's face for a long time, but when he reached Howard next to him, he flicked very quickly.

Wendy needs to know the secret, and looking at today's date, it's easy to understand why Tony is in a bad mood today.

Daisy pointed at Maria again with her little finger: "Auntie."

"Grandma." The old father taught patiently.

Daisy imitated: "Grandma."

"Grandma is Daddy's mom," Tony said.

Daisy had never met her father's mother before, so she only half-understood what she heard now.

She saw that there was another person, and then pointed: "Grandma."

"It's not grandma." Tony said, "It's Howard Stark."

long name.As long as Daisy Stark.

Baby Daisy leaned her back into her father's arms, and wanted to turn to the next page of the photo album.

There are many group photos in the album, the mother and son are always harmonious, but the father and son group photos are much less, the ones are still harmonious when they were young, and the puberty progresses, and it is obvious that the two men taking pictures are separated.

This father and son are really alike.

Even the angry micro-expressions in front of the camera are very similar.

Probably because Daisy always likes to look at the photos of Howard, her fingers slide around, and finally stay on the face of the young grandpa with a mustache.

"Grandma," she called.Howard Stark's name was still a bit long, and she couldn't remember it all at once.

"You like him." Tony snorted, "What a bad eye."

"He doesn't like children," he said. "The main reason he doesn't like children is because he doesn't like me. He sent me to boarding school, and the most annoying thing is that I show up at his work place. Every time he quarrels at home. Endless quarrels."

He talked and talked, and gradually stopped talking.

After a long silence, he raised his hand and stroked his daughter's soft hair.

Daisy was still touching the photo of Howard, looked up at her father, and found that the light shone into her father's eyes, which were so bright and beautiful.

"But he created the key to the future, not for the whole world, but for me." Tony looked up at the light.Feeling that the light is too bright, "Probably leave it to me by the way."

Howard Stark never loved his son, not even liked him.

But the palladium that was used as the energy source of the reactor in the past caused Tony to be poisoned. When he was almost hopeless, it was Howard's relics that guided Tony to find new substances and saved his son's life.

Otherwise, Daisy doesn't have a father named Tony now.

Howard Stark gave ideas about new substances, which is another great contribution to science.

He has made countless contributions and created countless things. However, in his life, the greatest creation is not a levitating car, a bomb, Stark Industries, or any new substance.

It's Tony Stark.

Xiaotuanzi listened carefully to what his father had to say.

After listening, I looked down at the photo, no matter how many times I looked at it, I felt that this person looked a bit like my father.

But she knew it wasn't her father, so she persisted in calling her "Grandma".

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes slipped through his fingers, and he glanced at Howard, who was smiling with white teeth in the photo.

He exhaled: "It's Grandpa."

"Grandpa." Daisy said.

Tony closed the album, lowered his eyes, and suddenly smiled.

"Grandpa is daddy's daddy."