There are always Chaoying trying to attack me [Comprehensive British and American]

After meeting Peter Parker, what should I say?

The best way should be to omit everything related to the "miracle", explain your experience with reservations, and then apologize for your "farewell without saying goodbye".

Under the circumstances that most people have forgotten the "miracle", it is too stupid to bring it up again...

Arlin confessed everything.

His rationality dutifully helped him analyze the pros and cons.And he chose to be emotional again, pouring out all the secrets.

Peter was taken aback when he heard that.

"……sorry."

"If I hadn't gone, Uncle Ben would have been saved."

Arlin was a little uneasy.He really likes this young man with bright eyes and pure temperament, that's why he opened his heart.After all, the professor can't brainwash the whole world.

Suppose, Peter Parker learned the truth from other people...

Nobody likes being lied to.

Instead of leaving this timed/timed/bomb/bomb, it is better to showdown directly.Yarlin has always been upright, unwilling to let the sincere friendship be stained with lies.

Things that are cheated will eventually go away.

Since he appreciates Peter, he should hand over the right to choose—after knowing the truth,? Are you still willing to be friends with me?Will you walk with me hand in hand?

Peter Parker's thoughts were mixed.

"……Wait a minute."

"I make sense."

The young man tugged at his little brown curly hair, with an expression that had been refreshed: "You are an alien with superpowers, and you know professors, Iron Man, Superman..."

"—really?" he confirmed.

Arlin nodded: "Really."

"..."

Peter couldn't help but lose his voice.

He put down his hand, and the astonishment on his face slowly replaced with silence.The boy and Yarlin looked at each other, and saw a pair of clear and magnificent eyes and slightly trembling eyelashes.

Paleness mixed with guilt, traced Yarlin's eyebrows and eyes.

So Peter Parker gave a wry smile.

"...Uncle Ben was less than 50 meters away from me when the shooting happened." He tried hard to hide his loneliness and annoyance, but he couldn't help lowering his voice, "I'm the one who is most likely to save Uncle Ben —It's all right, Arlin."

"it's not your fault."

"This is an accident that no one expected."

Arlin watched him.

The young man lowered his head slightly, drooping his eyelids, and in his dark brown eyes there was an indistinguishable emotion.He waved his hand pretending to be relaxed, hooked the corner of his mouth, and smiled.

"It's okay," Peter repeated.

"..."

Arlin said nothing.

The little prince from another planet took a step forward, hugged Peter Parker in a daze, and wrapped his silver-white hair around his earlobe.

The boy's body temperature is no longer cold.

Peter's enhanced organs absorbed warm breath, delicate touch, and gentle touch... His cheeks were flushed, his body was stiff, and he couldn't resist Yarlin's head-touching killing at all.

The "jingle bell" sounded at the moment of being hugged still remained in his mind-it was the sound made by Yarlin's backpack charm.

Fleeting, emptying his mind.

"Ya, Yarlin..."

Peter began to stutter.

He opened his arms, hesitating between hugging back and not hugging back, hesitating between bold pursuit and hidden love... The young man's hand was retracted bit by bit, like a robot that was about to be scrapped, moving and pausing.

Yarlin was close to his skin, stroking his hair with slender fingers unhurriedly, and his green eyes were half-closed.

"Did it comfort you?"

"..."

Peter Parker's Adam's apple rolled.

——It’s more than comfort.

His sadness and depression were all burned to ashes, and together with his IQ, turned into "throbbing" fertilizer.The boy held Yarlin's backpack extremely restrained, and did not move his wrist.

"...Yes." He replied.

Her voice was hoarse, full of forbearance, and deeply buried with young admiration.Peter tilted his head slightly, and the corner of his lips touched Yarlin's hair.

His heart beat like a drum, and he was at a loss.

And Arlin didn't notice it.

"It's good to be comforted."

The little prince breathed a sigh of relief.He let go of Peter Parker, and bent his delicate and flawless eyebrows, showing a brilliant and gentle gesture.

"after all--"

"I love Peter's smile."

Yarlin has really changed.

He always has a gentle and elegant smile, his beautiful eyes are full of light, and his tone of voice is like the singing of a lark... Peter Parker has completely renewed his impression of Yarlin .

It turns out that he was so alive...

The boy recalled the bloody bandages, the green eyes with tears, the gloomy look, and the back of fleeing in embarrassment... I have to say, his heart ached.

He was obviously a person as dazzling as a diamond, but his brilliance was covered by blood.

True, he was moved by his melancholy.

but……

He loves his high spirits even more.

Peter thought about it: if possible, he would rather that Yarlin would always be his untouchable little prince, living carefree on Silver Pine Star, instead of falling to the earth covered in bruises and appearing in front of his eyes full of panic .

"Peter? Peter!"

Yarlin poked his cheek: "Am I going?"

"……what?"

Peter Parker tilted his head bluntly, and then woke up: "I'll send you...Where do you live now? Is...far away from me?"

The volume of the second half of the sentence is extremely low.

The two had a pleasant afternoon.Watching movies, eating snacks, doing homework... and the Lego that Peter has been thinking about for a long time and mentioned repeatedly.

The little prince had a great time.

...Although they are all "antiques".

"Not far."

Yaerlin replied, "I live upstairs from you."

"..."

Peter suddenly raised the corners of his lips.He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, pretended to be calm and coughed, and then changed his words to cover up: "Since it's so close, I won't see you off."

"--See you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow."

Yarlin walked out of the bedroom and went downstairs.

May Parker in the living room was holding a photo frame, wiping it distractedly.The teenager glanced over and caught a glimpse of the dead Ben Parker.

This is Zhang's family portrait.

His footsteps paused.

"...Aunt Mei?"

"Huh? Are you leaving?"

Mei immediately pressed down on the photo frame, and put on a nonchalant look with crooked eyebrows and eyes: "Be careful. Next time, I will take you and Peter out for a big meal."

"……it is good."

Arlin didn't break her mask.

The boy led 01 who was waiting in the living room, went out without saying a word, and walked upstairs - Charles not only helped him take a long vacation, but also renewed the rent.

"That's the room..."

When telling him this, the man tapped on the table lightly, thinking about his words for a while: "It's a very precious room. I want to help you keep it."

"Arlin."

"I hope that one day in the future, you will discover its preciousness... On that day, you may not be hurt all over your body."

--"jingle."

The key collided and made a slight movement.

Yarlin inserted the key into the lock, and with a "click", opened the door.As the door moved, the scene in the room gradually came into his eyes.

The dust flies, the air smells bad...

His eyes skipped over the floating dust dancing in the gorgeous sunset, and fell on those small objects that he had ignored for a long time: the withered potted plants that were cut according to his preferences, books that perfectly matched his interests, books specially made for him Improved furniture...

There is concern and love everywhere.

The boy's eyes were red.

He couldn't help laughing, half sighing and half self-deprecating, including the sadness of the past after being reborn from the ashes.Ya'erlin turned around, squinted at 01: "It looks like it's been cleaned up."

The AI ​​is very efficient at cleaning rooms.

Yarlin was clumsy, and he didn't see the elite fan of the past at all—it was the first time since he was born that he cleaned the toilet himself.

...harder than expected.

The little prince pinched the rag, his throat was itchy from the dust, and he coughed while cleaning the window sill.His silver-white hair was dusted, his cheeks were stained with dirt, and he looked dirty, like a stray cat.

The key is……

He didn't do much to make it so dirty.

01 wanted to speak but stopped, stopped talking but wanted to, persuaded him to go out and hang out, don't get in the way, tossed and rolled several times, but didn't say it.

……never mind.

As long as His Highness is happy!

The little AI silently wiped the window sill that Yaerlin had wiped—the hygiene level was seriously substandard—and wiped it again.

Quickly clean other areas.

After several hours of busy work, the whole house has a new look under 01's struggle.

As night fell, the sky was full of stars.

Yarlin took out the photo album and the broken watch from his backpack, and put them next to the withered potted plants.His fingertips brushed the watch, his fine eyelashes trembled slightly, and his tone was soft and soft.

"...to a new home."

There is a cool breeze, and the cicadas sing endlessly.The dry heat of late summer spills through the fluttering curtains into the tidy interior.Dense lights lit up the dark world.

"so good--"

The young man who had wandered outside the crowd turned his head and looked at the lights of thousands of houses outside the window. There was a smile mixed with longing in his emerald green eyes.

"We have a new home."

I thought that if I took my laptop for repair in the morning, it would come back to me in the evening.

result……

[cuckoo sigh]

Rely on the phone to update first.