Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Damian couldn't get the answer from Daisy's mouth after all.

Going to eat cake with Bruce is true, and it is true to watch cartoons on the phone, but Daisy doesn't like cartoons, and she doesn't watch them.

When Tuanzi told Damian this, he seemed to raise the tip of his tail a little bit, and he put away his dullness, raised his chin and said, "Even if there is, it's nothing to look at."

He sent Daisy to the concentration point, turned around quickly and walked away.

Before returning to the kindergarten, the management of the "Old John" factory gave each of the children a snack as a small gift.

Missy was very happy and ate up all the snacks in the car; Daisy was also very happy, but she didn't eat, put the gift bag in her schoolbag, and would give her dad a taste after school.

"It's all very good, Dad." When the kindergarten's little red door opened in the afternoon, the old father who was waiting outside received a gift from his daughter.

As soon as Tuanzi saw his father, he took out his schoolbag and held the gift bag in his two little hands. He was happy to share his favorite things with his father, so he was willing to make an exception and open a chocolate to reward the parents who had also worked for most of the day.

"Is it fun to visit the factory?" Tony stuffed the chocolate into his mouth, his mouth and cheeks bulged into a circle, he reached out and carried his daughter into the car, and took off Daisy's hat by the way.

Winter is cold, but spring is soft and crying. After school, there was another light rain, which was as thin as a needle, silently, and moistly penetrated into the ground.

It also penetrates into the light and soft hair of children.

"It's fun, Dad." Daisy buckled up her seat belt, tilted her head and looked at her dad in the safety seat, "making biscuits is not like Wendy's, but they are delicious."

"No." Tony said.

The two Starks were talking, and the car had already left the kindergarten and entered the road.

There was a red light ahead, Happy stopped the car steadily, and began to tap the steering wheel with his fingers.

"I don't like red lights very much." Happy said, "The red lights here are very long, and you have to wait for a long time."

"Stop when the red light is on." Daisy heard Happy's words from behind, and said softly, "Stopping allows people on the road to cross the road safely, right?"

"Of course it's true." Happy said, "I'm just bored of waiting."

"I'd be happy to sing for you if you want, Happy," Tuanzi said.

Then no matter how long the red light is, Happy will not feel bored anymore.

A week passed quickly, and tomorrow is the weekend again. In the car, Tony said that if he had time, he could also visit their own factory.

That is the mechanical factory.

"Will there be machines making cookies in our factory, Dad?" Daisy asked.

Tony said: "There will be machines making mobile phones."

"So is there a machine freezing chocolate?" Daisy asked again.

"There will be machines freezing the test chips," Tony said.

It doesn't sound like much fun.

Daisy remembered correctly that their family did not sell food.

"Listen to you." The old father Youyou tapped the phone screen, "I want a food factory."

"No, Dad." Daisy shook her head, "Our family has already sold a lot of things, hasn't it?"

Baby Daisy’s focus is not on whether Stark Industries has already set foot in enough fields. Now, looking at her father swiping his phone, she slowly said: “If I buy another factory, my father will have many, many jobs. .”

Tony snorted and laughed: "It's not impossible."

"Then no more." Tuanzi shook his head like a rattle.

Whether or not to visit the factory at home has not yet been decided, but when I woke up the next day, I knew that the trip to the factory would be postponed.

There are guests at home.

When the phone rang, the owner of the phone was still in bed.

At nine o'clock, it was the most comfortable time to sleep back into the cage. The eyes with trembling eyelashes were still closed, and they seemed to be half-awakened, trying to fight against drowsiness.

Halfway through Tony's struggle, the daughter who heard the noise outside came running in.

"It's Dad's cell phone calling." Daisy said.

He hadn't woken up yet, and Tuanzi was planning to roll the old father's bed sheets, but he heard the bell ringing and Jarvis's soft call on the way, and he turned a corner flexibly, ran to the bedside table, and turned on the screen The phone is taken.

With a swipe of a small finger, the phone is connected.

"Hi." Daisy greeted, holding the phone to her ear.

"Ah, hello." There was a young man's voice on the other end, which sounded familiar, and there was a little surprise in his words—it was unexpected that a child was talking on Tony's cell phone, even if he was rejuvenated, he would not change his gender, so he quickly realized , smiled, "Is it Daisy?"

"I am Daisy." Tuanzi was very surprised, and opened his big eyes.

Before she could recognize who the other party was, the other party recognized her first.

"Who is it?" Daisy asked, "Looking for my father?"

The person on the other end of the phone was about to speak, but the phone was taken from behind by a big hand.

Daisy turned her head to see that the old father, who was sleepy and disheveled and still beautiful, finally got up, sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, rubbed his eyes, looked at the number on the screen, and took the phone to listen.

"It's me." Tony said.

He just woke up, his voice was hoarse, he coughed quickly to clear his throat, and then listened to what the person on the phone said, with a look of surprise in his eyes, he nodded and said: "You are welcome anytime."

This means that guests are coming.

"Who is it, Daddy?" Daisy asked.

"Someone you know," Tony said.

The old father rubbed his daughter's hair to make it messy, and then got out of bed satisfied to wash up.

When Wendy helped Daisy comb her hair and braid it, the guests who called to say they would come to visit were already waiting at the door.

A rare visitor from Westchester.

Daisy stood at the door of the living room, before seeing the faces of the guests, she saw the wheelchair rolling out from the corridor.

"Huh." Tuanzi took a step forward, and then saw Charles Xavier in a wheelchair smiling at her.

It's Professor X.

Standing behind Charles was the gentle Hank wearing glasses, pursing his lips a little shyly.

They are all in New York, but Charles has a bad leg and has never been to Stark's house, and today is the first time.

"Roxy asked me to bring you some presents." Charles said.

He held a big paper bag in his arms and handed it to Daisy. Before opening it, he could smell the aroma of baked snacks inside.

It will take a while for Westchester to drive to Manhattan, and it will take a while to find Stark's house. I don't know how long the dim sum has been out of the oven, and it is no longer hot, but it is still delicious when you bite a piece of it.

"Come to Manhattan to do something." Charles said, "I hope you don't mind my sudden interruption, Mr. Stark."

Who would mind a guest like Professor X?

What's more, Charles is very gentle and very popular with children. Even if he is confined in a wheelchair, he can still play well with Daisy.

So it was supposed to be time for adults to talk. Most of the time, Hank was talking to Tony, and Daisy was lying on Charles' lap, playing animal puzzles together.

"Shall I put the puzzle together?" Charles asked.

The professor's slender white fingers picked up the pieces of the puzzle, wandered around for a while, and gently placed them on the upper left corner.

"You played well!" Daisy gave a thumbs up.

Hank talked to Tony, mentioned the business in Manhattan, and said a few words casually, to the effect that he came to find someone he knew, but when he arrived, he realized that that person had left Manhattan and went to a place that no one knew.

"It may be more uncomfortable to be in vain than to get twice the result with half the effort." Hank smiled, "But I'm used to it."

Tony glanced at Charles.

He didn't understand what was going on, and he didn't intend to get to the bottom of it, but he caught a glimpse of the faint shadow under the professor's eyes, and knew in his heart that they might have spent a lot of effort for this person, touched his nose, and asked, "Is Roxy okay? "

"She's fine." Hank said, "After Charles persuaded her, she finally stopped riding a motorcycle and reduced the number of times she smoked."

"It's just a reduction." Tony lowered his head and stroked the back of his hand, and said lightly, "I don't think she has any desire to survive."

Adults speak adults' words, children speak children's words.

There was still an elephant biscuit from the old John factory left in Daisy's gift bag for her father, and with her father's permission, she took it out and gave it to Charles to eat.

"Biscuits are sweet, Professor," said Daisy.

Charles said thank you with a smile and put the biscuit in his pocket.

When he lowered his head, Tuanzi saw a little bit of white hair in the soft sideburns with his big bright eyes.

Like snow accidentally falling in the dark brown soft waves.

Daisy's father also has some gray hair, because he always has to think about problems.

A professor who is in charge of such a large campus must always think about things.

Shelton once said that excessive worry can cause hair loss, and if it is serious, it will be hairless.

Daisy hoped that her father and professor would worry less and think more about happy things, and new hair would grow like grass in spring.

Charles didn't know what Daisy was thinking. At this moment, he was letting the child push the wheelchair behind him.

Tuanzi asked the professor what game he wanted to play, and the professor said that he could play house. In order to play house well, the two of them had to read the storybook as a script first.

The storybook is in Daisy's toy room.It is the time when the sun is warm, the floor-to-ceiling windows are well lit, and the room is bright and suitable for reading.

Daisy took out books, one for Charles and one for herself, sat cross-legged on the floor, and read slowly with her little finger pointing at the words and pictures.

During the reading time of the two, the air was very quiet for a while.

Tuanzi read the story of Rapunzel from the beginning to the end, and felt very enjoyable. He wanted to ask the adults if he had finished reading. When he looked up, he was surprised at first, and quickly put an index finger on his mouth, and said softly to himself "" Hush".

Charles leaned back in his wheelchair.

A few pages of storybooks were spread out on his lap, but his reading eyes followed his thoughts into the dreamland under his closed eyelids.

Charles lowered his head slightly, a strand of forehead hair fell down, shaking slightly between breaths.

He fell asleep at some point.

In the open storybook, Rapunzel is letting down her long golden hair from the window of the tower, so that the witch will climb to her side.

But no witches.

In the painting, the witch hides under the professor's curled fingers.

The long golden hair surrounds him, and the golden sunlight surrounds him, probably at the same time, in the dreamland that suddenly fell into, a golden and bright road was opened to guide him out of the exhaustion after running around.

Daisy quietly took a closer look at Charles.

Otherwise, how could his sleeping face look so gentle?