The Taoist Master's Book of Merit[Zhongyingmei]

Yan Zhiyu saw a hint of danger from Steve's extraordinarily gentle smile today, he nodded without hesitation, opened the door and let Steve come in for a meeting, he packed up and set off.

Although the upright Captain America really respects personal privacy, he really wanted to know if his dream had something to do with the little face, and then he was shocked by Steve's one-to-one body pillow lying on the bed.

Yan Zhiyu washed up in the bathroom and asked him to sit casually. Steve didn't want to sit casually. He just wanted to know what was going on.

After Yan Zhiyu came out of the bathroom, he saw Steve sitting on the bed, staring at Steve's pillow, and when he heard him come out, he looked back at him with complicated eyes.

Yan Zhiyu didn't think it was a big deal, after all, everyone loves Captain America, and last time he saw a young lady with a Q version of Steve printed on her chest, he was just a pillow, who doesn't have a pillow yet.

Steve opened his mouth and asked tentatively, "How are you sleeping recently?"

Yan Zhiyu thought about it, and felt that except for the occasional awakening by Steve's big breasts, everything else was pretty good, so he told Steve that he couldn't sleep well.

Steve shook his head, feeling that he was thinking too much, it was just a pillow, who doesn't have a pillow yet.

After packing up, Yan Zhiyu followed Steve, wrapped in a small pink blanket, ready to go.

Steve watched him for a long time, then stretched out his hand to take off his blanket and threw it back into the car. Yan Zhiyu immediately retracted his foot out of the door, put his left arm behind his back, and left without saying a word.

Steve had noticed the large scar on Yan Zhiyu's arm before, and his experience told him that it was a scar left after extensive burns, but out of politeness and respect for privacy, Steve never asked, But now seeing Yan Zhiyu's resistance, he felt that he should say something.

Steve pulled off the blanket that Yan Zhiyu had put on again, pressed his shoulders, and said gently, "Son, what's your name."

"The Honor of Yan"

Steve's face was blank for a few seconds after hearing him say a bunch of Chinese. After he learned it from Yan Zhiyu several times, he said in an awkward but sincere tone, "Yan Zhiyu, I know maybe you have experienced it before. Some bad things, they will leave indelible marks on you."

Steve pulled out Yan Zhiyu's arm that he had been trying to hide, and held his slender and white wrist. The scar on his arm looked abrupt and hideous, but Steve continued as if he didn't see it.

"But you have to understand that no matter where it comes from, every scar is an unfair mark left by fate on you, but as long as you dare to face it, then it is your merit."

Although Yan Zhiyu was very moved, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, and Steve didn't know him, so why was he being so nice to him?

He knocked on the 520 that had just come out of the warehouse, and asked if it had lost its vest. The 520 had been busy all day, and its tired memory sticks were flying to the ground.

Yan Zhiyu, who had lost his number one think tank, felt that he should ask. He tentatively said, "Sir, with all due respect, are you so nice to everyone? I mean those strangers."

Steve looked down at Yan Zhiyu's big blinking eyes, all he could think about was the little face lying naked in his arms, his face blushed, and he said affirmatively, "No, you are the most special. "

Yan Zhiyu didn't understand, he knocked on 520 and asked what it meant, 520 told him coldly while crackling sparks, it meant your vest was cold.

When Yan Zhiyu heard it say that the vest was cold, his heart also felt cold.

He remembered the movie he watched with 520 the night before yesterday. The little alien was sent to the laboratory after his vest was stripped off. The scene after that was particularly bloody and brutal, which made 520 and Yan Zhiyu shiver and hug each other to keep warm.

Yan Zhiyu didn't want to be tied to the experimental table. He remembered that he heard some female guests chatting yesterday, saying that the facial makeup is the real face of the facial makeup man, no, he is not a facial makeup, don't pick his face!

He pursed his lips to look at Steve's honest face, trying to look calm.

Steve noticed that after he finished speaking, Yan Zhiyu's face turned pale, and the resistance in his eyes became more obvious.

Steve looked at him worriedly, and reached out to hold him in his arms to give him some strength, but Yan Zhiyu was so frightened that he ran back into the dining car, closed the door, and said nothing, he was still alive Enough, he didn't want his face to be picked off by others.

Steve stood at the door helplessly, he felt that the scar on Yan Zhiyu's arm must have left him with a lot of psychological shadow.

Hawkeye Clinton Button, who was sent by Natasha to follow him, squatted behind the bushes in the distance, looking dazed.

He looked at Steve who was knocking on the window persistently, and then at the locked dining car door, um, and the small window that was shut with a snap.

Clinton thought for a while, and said to Natasha in the headset, "The captain has changed."

"What's wrong?" Natasha sat on the sofa and turned on the speakerphone. Tony, who was passing by, leaned on the sofa and drank vegetable juice, listening with his ears up.

"I don't know too well. I was talking about it well, but the captain suddenly took off the little blanket of the little face, and reached out to hug him. Oh, now the child is so frightened that he even closed the window."

The eavesdropping Tony spewed out a mouthful of vegetable juice, shouted for Jarvis to put on his armor, smashed through the window and flew to the park.

Natasha played with the widow's sting and felt that it was time to teach the captain a lesson.