What is it like to study at Midtown High School?

Slowdown you crazy child

You're so ambitious for a juvenile

Butthenifyou'resosmarttellmewhyyouarestillsoafraid

Where's the fire, what's the hurryabout

Youbettercoolitoffbeforeyouburnitout

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It was already Christmas Eve evening when I woke up in my bed, and after blinking blankly, I found that the pain in my body before passing out was gone, replaced by a kind of light comfort - I mean Yes, there was nothing wrong with it, but every muscle seemed to say goodbye to me, and the warmth of the bed gave me an unreal feeling.

After adapting to this strange feeling for a while, I sat up with the bedside table, turned off the iPod that Peter left on my desk, and then planned to get out of bed for a walk, but before I put on my shoes, Peter was holding a plate Gingerbread came in.

I swear the look on his face was ecstasy the moment he saw me, but then it was overshadowed by a stiff indifference.He walked in and put down the plate, and asked lightly, "How do you feel?"

"It's okay...a little trance."

Peter nodded expressionlessly: "Doctor Strange came to see you directly after he came out of the illusion yesterday."

I was a little puzzled: "What did he say?"

"Excessive fatigue."

After Peter said these four words, he closed his mouth tightly. I opened my mouth and felt that there was nothing to say, so after a moment of embarrassment, Peter said "I'll tell Aunt May" and turned to leave.

I hurriedly called to him: "Peter, did you tell mom?"

Peter's back looked indifferent and alienated: "No."

That's right, Peter himself has a double identity, so he shouldn't expose me.

Before I remembered to inquire about the serum, Peter went downstairs without hesitation. After a while, my mother pushed open the door of my room and saw me sitting comfortably on the bed eating gingerbread. I breathed a sigh of relief "Alan Parker, you've given us enough trouble."

I don't know what Peter or others said to her during the coma, so it's too much to say at this time, it's better to shut up.But my mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, counting on me worriedly: "Ellen, you and Peter are my children, I know, sometimes Peter looks better, but that never means that my Ellen is a child." loser……"

I looked at my mother blankly, but I didn't know what this blankness was interpreted by my mother. She suddenly hugged me and patted me on the back: "Alan, you have always been a good person." Boy, you don't need to compare yourself to anyone."

Confused, I was issued a "good kid card" and my mother put me on the bed to rest. I didn't know what happened until I called Nick.

"What? I studied so hard that I fainted due to excessive mental stress?? Who the hell came up with this reason???"

Nick on the other end of the phone said calmly: "Who else? Your brother!"

Fine, so in one sentence Peter molded me into a sapling growing in the shadow of my cousin.

I asked feebly, "What happened to the serum I stole at the risk of my life?"

Nick's half-dead voice sounded a little happier: "Peter has all been sent to me. There are no results yet, but I have upgraded his spider silk once."

I was perfunctory: "Yeah, I'll ask him to thank you later."

"Hey hey, if I want to thank you, can I ask him for that..."

"...Which one?"

Nick suppressed a longing laugh and said, "Venom."

"Go to hell, this is not fun." I still remember the kind of dog skin plaster that gets on my body, it is a thing that can destroy a person, with Nick's peeing... even if he put the whole It is not surprising that New York has turned into venom, so I flatly refused, "Impossible, Peter will not agree."

"Okay..." Nick immediately lost his spirits. "He really didn't agree... That's it for now. Merry Christmas, you can call Meera then."

It seemed that Meera was still a little noisy. She seemed to have left a banquet with her mobile phone: "Hey, Alan, I heard you finally woke up?"

"Yeah, is your family celebrating Christmas? It sounds very lively?"

"No, it's just me and Dad, but just now, many people from different worlds came to give Christmas presents."

Well, the magical wizarding world.

"I heard that your father woke me up. Should I prepare a Christmas present as a thank you?"

"You just give it to me. And it's not dad who saved you. Even if he doesn't go to see you, you should wake up."

"What's going on?" That's what I want to hear.

Mela seemed to be smoking a cigarette: "I don't know very well, but according to Dad, you'd better come to him yourself after waking up."

"uh-huh?"

"Your physical condition is not very optimistic." Mela's voice was full of worry, "I don't know if there is any secret between you and Dad, but you'd better come here, otherwise... Listen to Dad, you It's consuming yourself."

Haha, that sounds like an "overdrawn life" kind of saying, I promised Meera a visit to Strange's after Christmas, and then I said Merry Christmas to her and hung up.

After lying on the bed for almost an hour, Peter came up again: "Dinner?"

I immediately got up: "It's already ready."

Peter nodded, then leaned against the door and waited for me to get dressed and go down together.

When I went downstairs, I couldn't help but look at Peter's side face—to be honest, I knew that Peter was angry, and I knew that a cold war initiated by him was happening, but based on my experience over the past few years... I really didn't deal with it Cold War experience.

Maybe let him get over it for a while?I thought optimistically, after all, today is Christmas Eve!

My mother has prepared a big dinner, and I don’t know if it’s taking care of me. I just woke up. After I was seated, I found that most of the dishes were my favorite. I was just about to start, when my mother knocked me from behind : "Alan, what did you forget?"

I looked at my mother suspiciously for a long time, only to realize that she was showing me the Christmas tree on the side.

The flamboyant pine tree is adorned with lights and trinkets, but the top is bare.

I froze for a moment, and then Mom shoved a giant gold-leaf star into my hand and gave me a push: "Go, Al."

I looked at the star in my hand, then at my mother with a calm expression, finally nodded, and stepped on the chair to hang up the star dedicated to Alan Parker. section location.

I turned around while asking "Is it okay?", but I caught a trace of sadness from the face of my mother who had been calm all the time.

I went back to my seat silently. My mother had packed up her emotions and told us with great interest what had happened in the past few days when I was in a coma. She said that she missed a skiing competition, and Peter simply invited A week off—"Did you pass the exam, Peter?"—she even said of Doctor Strange: "The doctor who came to see you yesterday seemed like a very gentleman."

Mom made an exception and let us drink a little alcohol, then laughed and asked Peter to play some music to cheer us up.

Peter had been echoing his mother's words, and he didn't show any abnormal emotions at this time. Instead, he obediently went to take his stereo down. After a while, Parker's house was flooded with cheerful music.

I was full very early, and now I just sip the fruit beer slowly and watch my mother chat with Peter, and keep the smile on my face unchanged. In the peace and joy created by the whole room, it is not difficult do it.

But no matter how many interesting things are finished, my mother's words gradually become less, together with red wine.

Peter stood up before me and helped his mother up: "Aunt May, go and have a rest. I have to open Christmas presents tomorrow morning."

Mom refused with a smile: "Come on, where are the dishes on this table..."

Peter forcefully helped her to the bedroom: "There are me and Alan."

I drank the last bit of fruit beer, watched Peter helping his half-drunk mother out of the kitchen, the smile on the corner of my mouth gradually retracted, just at this time Peter's music also switched to another peaceful piano piece , I listened blankly to the tune until Peter came back and began to clear away the plates and knives and forks.

I stood up to help and asked casually, "Is this Christmas music?"

Peter said without raising his head, "This is "merryChristmas, Mr. Lawrence"."

However, I didn't realize that this piano piece had anything to do with Christmas, but this soothing and melodious piano sound mixed with back and forth sadness made me feel more at ease than those holiday songs just now.

Peter and I cleaned up the kitchen in silence, Peter took a look at me, seemed to frown slightly, then turned and left.

I am very annoyed by Peter's long-winded and talkative words, but facing Peter in the cold war, I seem to have no choice but to wipe my hands angrily and go back to the bedroom, lying on the bed tossing and turning without any meaning, I couldn't help turning on the computer and found that a piano piece and let it play in a loop.

Closing my eyes and listening to the quiet and melodious music, I was finally freed from the false joy just now.

But Peter obviously didn't intend to let me have a quiet Christmas Eve, and he appeared again with a serious expression: "Alan, I want to tell you something."

I sighed, pulled a pillow to cover my face: "Tell me, tell me, besides I was adopted, do you have any breaking news?"

Peter was obviously taken aback for a moment: "You know...no, no, you..."

I responded to him sullenly through the pillow: "Yes, I know, I am the only one here who is not related to the Parker family. Is there anything else to say?"

There was a terrible silence after that.

Peter silently pulled the pillow off my face, then sat down, and slowly told me a story of how he had freed a fugitive who then killed my father.

I didn't turn on the light—I don't like it more and more—so Peter's expression looked very gloomy in the bleak light, as if there was an indelible shadow covering him, and he was full of guilt. Years of suffering: "Alan, I caused Uncle Ben's death, it was me."

What can I say.

I could only calmly look at this young hero who fell into boundless guilt, and the boundless sad song surrounded us. Suddenly, I held Peter's arm: "Peter, do you know what my ability is?"

"Is it...speed?"

"It's time."

I held Peter's arm and handed him the alarm clock. The normally functioning alarm clock suddenly stopped swinging. Peter looked at the second hand that jumped from one frame to the next with a delicate expression.

I let go, leaned against the head of the bed and said slowly: "You are not the only one who missed that night."

The author has something to say: This chapter has not finished what I expected. It is a happy Christmas Eve spent in a gloomy mood. The three people are all sad. Uncle Ben’s death is something that the Parker family can’t let go of. thing.

The opening part is the lyrics of BillyJoel's "Vienna". The Chinese and English lyrics are:

Slowdown you crazy child

Take your time, you naughty kid

You're so ambitious for a juvenile

you are too eager to grow up

Butthenifyou'resosmarttellmewhyyouarestillsoafraid?

If you're smart, tell me why you're so timid

Where's the fire, what's the hurryabout?

Where is the fire, what's the rush?

Youbettercoolitoffbeforeyouburnitout

Before you light a fire, you better know how to put it out

Inexplicably, I felt the feeling of the two Parker brothers. Both of them kept putting pressure on themselves. Peter kept running forward with Uncle Ben's last words, and Alan was choosing to sink. Not mature enough.

"merryChristmas, Mr. Lawrence" is a masterpiece by the famous Japanese musician Ryuichi Sakamoto. There is a movie with the same name. A short life, and a fate that cannot be chosen or escaped, if coupled with the part about human struggle and homosexuality in the movie of the same name, perhaps more meanings can be interpreted.

Let Allen encounter this song here, which feels more suitable for his state of mind that he has a half-knowledge about his own destiny and passively accepts it.