my movie world

Chapter 242 Bruce Banner

Virginia, Culver University

The sun at noon was a little dazzling, but it was also a good time to hide under the tree to enjoy the cool, drink afternoon tea and read the newspaper.

On the green field of Culver University, several girls in cool clothes were playing happily. They borrowed a football from a male classmate to try out the heroic posture of the women's football.

A group of boys in jerseys wiped the sweat from their heads and looked at the scene in front of them with silly joy. Their white thighs are more refreshing than iced Coke in this summer.

A girl passed the ball, and suddenly kicked it sideways, and the ball flew towards the outside of the green court, aiming at the two people sitting on the bench.

"Be careful!" The girl covered her mouth and issued a warning sound.

Under the big tree, two people sat quietly on the bench, but neither of them seemed to have heard the girl's warning.

One of them is already gray-haired. Although he is full of energy, everyone can imagine that if the ball hits him, it will definitely not end well.

An old man was hit to death by a ball while reading on a school bench?Maybe boring newspapers can finally publish some valuable content.

At the other end of the bench sat a man, dressed in shabby clothes, holding a newspaper in his hand and lowering his head. The cowboy peaked cap on his head blocked all his expressions. The most noticeable thing was the pants he was wearing, which were too It was so fat that it looked like a skirt on him.

But no one has the time to laugh at him, because the ball draws an arc in the air and goes straight to him, and he doesn't know that he has become the next target of the football, holding a newspaper in his hand and quietly looking into the distance , obviously his attention is not here.

This guy is really miserable. Peeping at beautiful women may even get hit by a football. This should be the end of not reading the newspaper seriously.

Someone rejoiced. Although it was embarrassing to hit the man with the football, it was at least better than hitting the old man.

This was undoubtedly a good kick. The spinning football hit the man's head precisely, bringing him back to his senses. He was inevitably startled, and his hat was smashed off, revealing his slightly decadent face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The girl who played football had already run over, clasped her hands together on her chest, bent down and kept apologizing.

The man stood up without speaking. He slowly lowered his right arm and put down the newspaper in his hand. His face was a little stiff, and clear blood vessels began to bulge on his face. With the beating of the heart, the blood vessels gradually became clear!
What's even weirder is that the pupils of his eyes are being covered with green!

It wasn't over yet. He clenched his right hand into a fist, and the bones of his elbow began to deform slightly. Fortunately, his long sleeves covered up the changes in his arm.

The girl's apology continued. As a student of an institution of higher learning, she has a good self-cultivation.

Of course, there is no shortage of good boys. He picked up his mobile phone and prepared to record the next scene. He expected that the man in rags would slap the girl in the face angrily. If so, his Facebook click Volume will reach new highs.

The man glared at the girl who lowered her head and did not dare to raise her head. His throat made an indistinct sound due to inexplicable squirming, as if there was a beast hidden inside.

"Okay, young man." An old and vicissitudes of the right hand patted the angry man's shoulder, making him pause, and his attention was instantly drawn away.

Looking back, I found that it was an old man with a smile on his face.

After an interruption from the old man, the greenness in his eyes disappeared immediately, and his right arm, which was being crazily deformed, also stopped and returned to its original appearance.

"It's okay." The man took two deep breaths, suppressing the last bit of anger in his heart, he looked down at the bracelet on his left wrist, then squeezed out a smile and said to the girl in front of him, "Be careful next time."

"Thank you" the girl ran away holding the football.

The man picked up the hat and put it back on.

And after this slightly embarrassing incident, the beauty football game is over. Those boys who played football regretfully took the returned football, sighed, and looked at the man who sat down to read the newspaper again full of emotion. Angry, all because of this stingy guy, the beauty leg football match was ruined.

But these have nothing to do with the man. He sat back on the bench again and chatted with the old man who helped him eliminate his anger. Although there was a sudden interruption from the outside just now, the special aura of the old man really affected him. , that tranquility.

"What scripture are you reading?"

The old man in ordinary clothes was the most noticeable only for the black book in his hand, and he noticed that although the old man had been holding the book, he had never opened it.

The old man smiled slightly, handed the scriptures in his hand to the man, and motioned him to read it for himself.

Subconsciously glanced at the distance, and found that the man who was still there nodded his head, and solemnly took the book in his hands.

Slightly heavy, this is his first feeling, there should be a lot of content in it.

Looking at the cover, there is no word, only the dark side.

Many religions either write the name of the scripture on the cover, or do not write a word at all. He has long been accustomed to this. For a period of time, he relied on this method to find a way to calm his anger, although in the end he regretted that his faith did not It couldn't calm the anger in his heart, but he gained a lot of knowledge and wisdom.

At least not like the magazine cover, he really doesn't like girls in hot clothes, it will make his heart beat faster, and he can't help wanting to change shape.

In comparison, scriptures that can make people peaceful and calm are the best.

Turning to the first page, it was blank.

The second page, still the same...

He flipped through hundreds of pages in confusion, and finally checked the entire book, but there was not a single word.

As if knowing his doubts, the old man explained, "This is a scripture without content. The reason why it has no content is because we don't know what to record in it. What I believe in doesn't even have a dogma. I don't care about you." It doesn’t matter what you eat or not, but as long as you are a believer, we will consciously discipline ourselves.”

"May I ask, what do you believe in?"

The old man of the "Dark Council" seems to have fallen into a state of memory. "During World War II, our 107th Army was saved by one of the Dark Council. Since then, the Dark Council has become my belief."

He said with some regret, "The only pity is that we have never heard any information about the Dark Council since then. In order to find a sustenance for our beliefs, our veterans spontaneously produced this book. We don’t even know the name of the scriptures because there is no content handed down.”

The man wanted to say a few words to express his opinion, but he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. Religious beliefs are mysterious and mysterious, and bystanders have no reason and are not qualified to judge it.

"However, we will still pray to this book. We will tell this book all the anger and confusion in our hearts, even if it is a wish, and this book will send it to the ears of the priest of the Dark Council. We answer questions..."

"Um, thank you." The man nodded, but he didn't plan to ask God, it was useless to ask God for help with his own problems, and now he returned to the United States, but planned to use science to solve his own problems.

Return the book in your hand to the old man.

After taking the book, the old man stood up and was about to leave. After taking two steps, he stopped again, turned around slowly and asked, "My name is Stan Lee, what is your name?"

"Bruce Banner," he lowered his hat and answered under his breath.

　ps: Thanks for the support of 'A Cup of Air' 100 book coins, just took a nap, the upload was late.

　　
　
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