Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Peter and Daisy were curled up on the couch doing knitting.

Daisy stretched out her hand to untie the wool that was wrapped around Peter's fingers a few times, but the end of the thread was twisted around, but instead tied Peter's hands together.

"Don't tie me up." Peter said with a smile.

He came without saying hello, which was both surprising and delightful. When he first entered the room, there were fine snowflakes on his hair, scarf and coat, and even a little bit on his eyelashes, which gradually melted into tiny snowflakes. The drops of water were wiped away with a hand.

The older children and younger children played games intimately, and the old father propped his head on his hands in front of the balcony door to catch up on sleep.

"Don't worry, I'll save you, okay?" Daisy asked.

When she said this, the wool in Peter's hand was already tangled tighter than the spider's prey web. Where is the puzzle game, it has clearly become a rescue game.

Spider-Man's strength was great, and he was no worse than a Kryptonian, but Peter was willing to just let his hands be entangled, and patiently see what Daisy would do.

He said he wanted to save him, but Tuanzi immediately slipped off the sofa and ran out of the living room.

"How's your BB-8 going?" Tony asked.

It turned out that he was not asleep, but just closed his eyes and rested his mind. Peter could deliberately lower his voice to talk to Daisy, but when he heard Tony asking suddenly, he couldn't help being taken aback.

"How do you know, Mr. Stark?" he asked.

Tony still closed his eyes: "You tweeted it."

The hero next door was overjoyed: "Are you still following my Twitter?"

The tail curled up with a huff.

He wanted to take out his mobile phone and immediately go back to the customs with Tony, but suddenly found that his hands were still tied.

At this moment, Daisy ran in from outside, holding a pair of children's scissors, and said happily, "I'll help you, Pi."

She and her father have done a lot of handwork with scissors, so don't worry about hurting your hands due to inexperience, come and cut the wool on Peter's hand.

Children's paper scissors cannot cut thick wool.

Daisy didn't know, she cut it very carefully, Peter secretly exerted force on his hand, in fact, he broke the thread by himself, but he was still willing to cooperate with the child to raise his arms and cheer after the thread was broken.

After freeing his hands, Peter, who successfully became friends with Tony on Twitter, was very happy.

Iron Man has his own official account, but he doesn't use it very much. It's used to post some official news, or to post about the recent charitable deeds of the Stark Charity Foundation.

This account is managed by assistant Suzanne, and the account that Tony and Peter are related to each other is his private account, even the name is the initial username, and only one photo of Daisy's back was sent, which was blurred.

But the account quietly liked a number of Pep Potts tweets.

Peter had to stay at Stark's house for one night before going back. The next day when he went back happened to be Thanksgiving, and the time arrangement was just right.

Today's Stark family is Spider-Man's world.

Daisy always wanted to be with Peter, and when Papa wasn't around, Peter would show her dangling from the ceiling with spider webs.

It's snowing outside.

The family couldn't keep the children, so Daisy took Peter outside to play.

"You go too, Mr. Stark." Wendy said.

The old father, who had finally regained his energy after napping all morning, was wrapped in a soft big bear hooded robe and a bear hat with ears on his head. He watched his daughter and Peter playing outside while drinking hot cocoa.

He is extremely healthy today, and he is not active, so he is willing to watch the children play in the house.

Daisy is wearing a little red cloak and a pink scarf today, and she wants to play a little match girl game with Peter in the snow.

Children are not allowed to touch the fire unless they are accompanied by guardians.

Daisy had lit fireworks by herself, and felt that the flickering sparks were graceful and beautiful. She wanted to touch them with her little hands, but she withdrew her hands suddenly when she encountered the scorching heat.

There are many prickly beauties in this world that can only be appreciated from afar.

Daisy found a few wet twigs from under the snow-buried tree and used them as props.

This is not a little girl selling matches, she is simply a little girl selling firewood.

"It's the story Papa told me yesterday, Pi." Daisy waved the twig and put it in the bucket, and said softly, "No one wants to buy the little girl's matches, she's going to die of cold."

"That's pathetic," Peter said.

"Yes, very poor." Daisy said.

She drooped her face for a while, and quickly said, "But mine is a magic match, okay? It's like a birthday candle, it can make wishes come true."

She walked round Peter twice, scratched the twig across the snow, and pretended to light a fire, and asked Peter, "What do you want, Peel?"

"I probably..." Peter thought for a moment, "Maybe I want some money. I can buy May a good Thanksgiving gift. There is a dress that she has always liked, and she will look at it for a long time every time she passes by the window."

"So you have a lot of money now, okay?" Daisy took out a handful of air from her pocket and gave it to him.

Peter didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but still squatted halfway, taking the air from Daisy's hand.

Daisy took another twig: "The little girl wants to use up another match. What more do you want?"

Peter thought again: "Er, want Ned to find a girlfriend?"

Ned is his good friend who built blocks with him, he is funny and righteous, and he is a good helper behind the scenes of Spider-Man.

Ned had never had a girlfriend, and Peter knew he wanted one, though he didn't say so.

The right one will come, Peter thought.

But in his heart, he still hopes that Ned can meet the person he likes sooner.Ned must have been wild with joy.

Daisy didn't know how to become a girlfriend, so she dug in her pocket again and gave Peter another breath.

Peter really wanted to rub his sister's face, so he stretched out his hands and rubbed the tender face, then lowered his head and smiled: "Is Ned's girlfriend so young?"

He was tall, and Daisy was still small, so he always bent over to talk to Daisy.

"It's a girlfriend's business card." Daisy said, "Can I make a call?"

In this case, Peter took her breath away again: "I thank you for Ned."

Daisy took out the last twig.

In the fairy tale, the little girl struck the third match and made her last wish.

She saw her grandma in the warm light of the match, and finally she was able to live with her forever.

When Tony told the story, he didn't tell Daisy that the little girl died in the ice and snow.

Wait until she's five to tell.

"The last wish is big!" Daisy gestured with her hands, "It's also a very good wish, Pi."

"Then I'm too extravagant." Peter said.

Seeing Daisy being so serious, he couldn't help but get serious: "Then I want to be with my family well."

Each wish is more difficult than the last one, not to mention Daisy, I am afraid that Santa Claus does not know how to realize it.

Tuanzi was in trouble: "How did this change?"

She couldn't conjure up a family, because Peter already had a family.

"It has been realized." Peter said, "My parents, Ben, May, you, Mr. Stark, and Happy. They are all fine."

"Are Pi's parents there?" Daisy asked.

"Yes." Peter pointed to the left side of his chest, "Here. Be with me forever."

Tony watched the children play for a long time at home.

He only left for a while to go to the toilet, and when he came back, he found Daisy was alone outside.

Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, the little baby Daisy stood alone under the tall tree dressed in silver, looking up, looking a little lonely.

Peter didn't know where to go.

The father watched for a while, put on a scarf, and went out in house clothes.

Daisy heard footsteps and found her father coming out, and waved happily: "Dad!"

Tony walked up to his daughter and asked, "Why are you here by yourself, Peter?"

"What?" Before it landed, a huge shadow suddenly fell on the top of the head, and then there was a whooping sound, and the avalanche of the big tree shook down a thick layer of white snow.

Turn Tony, who was caught off guard, into a snowman.

Daisy also turned into a snowman, with snow all over her head, and she screamed excitedly, like a little duck fished out of the water, shaking herself up and shaking the snow on the ground.

Tuanzi immediately noticed that his father was standing beside him.

Poor Papa Bear, he shouldn't have taken off his hat before he came out, and now there's a lot of snow in the hood.

"You have to shake it, Dad." Daisy tugged at Dad's clothes, twisted her small body, and taught him, "Will you shake your butt?"

"I'm never going to twist my ass," Tony said.

Peter's head emerged from the tree, and said to Daisy, "How about it, is it fun?"

He quickly met the sight of Tony who was under the tree, immediately fell silent, and shrunk back in despair.

Peter thought that Mr. Stark was too big to be serious, so he hesitated for a while, and slipped down silently hugging the tree trunk.

He is so naive.

As soon as he landed, a small snowball was thrown on his body. Peter looked up and saw that Tony was rubbing the second snowball.

"Ah." Peter said, "Mr. Stark..."

When I was "ah", I ate a snowball again with a "flutter".

That's it, the snow in Tony's hood has not been used up.

"Mr. Stark—" Peter said.

Tony "fluttered" again.

The more "Mr Stark Mr Stark Mr Stark" Peter Parker is, the more "Plop-Plop" Tony is.

"Flop" to the end, inexplicably turned into Peter grabbing a handful of snow, and the two big ones had a snowball fight under the tree.

The mature and stable little Daisy looked at it and couldn't help shaking her head.

It didn't hurt at all to hit someone with a snowball. On the contrary, because they had so much fun, Tony and Peter ate a lot of food after returning home.

Wendy, who was rushing to give them extra meals, was very worried. She only regretted that she was a human being in this life and did not become an octopus with so many hands to work.

The excitement of the day continued into the night, and Peter was at home again. When it was time to go to bed, Daisy could barely close her eyes and rolled on the bed, asking Peter to tell a story.

Tony has replaced his daughter with a new bed, an oversized Pony bed with a slide.

"I'll read you a storybook," said Peter.

He lay beside Daisy, opened the storybook, and turned to a new page.

Reading while lying down is of course not a good habit, as it can easily damage your eyes and make you sleepy.

"A long time ago, there was a forgotten robot in the space city." Peter said.

He looked at the storybook, then at the energetic Daisy next to him, and continued to read, "Sky City has been forgotten for a long time, there are only empty shells of many buildings inside, and this little robot..."

He read the story softly, until his eyelids became heavy.

I vaguely remember that the little robot had a good ending in the end, but gradually I can't remember what kind of ending it was.

Tony looked at the materials in the study for a while.

With Peter around, he was inexplicably relaxed, and he didn't need to coax his daughter to sleep.

But looking at the information, there is always a little unspeakable feeling in my heart. Looking at the time, Daisy should have fallen asleep, got up and walked out of the study to see her daughter.

Approaching the children's bedroom, Tony noticed that the lights in the room were still on.

Lights up, indicating that Peter hasn't left yet.

He walked in and asked casually in a low voice, "Is the child asleep?"

The old father was silent immediately.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Peter lying on Daisy's bed with his eyes closed, already asleep.

And the little daughter of the Stark family was flying low, imitating adults, and gently covering Peter with the quilt.

Her quilt was too short, stretched to the neck, Peter couldn't cover the feet, stretched to the feet, and couldn't cover the neck, it was really embarrassing for the child.

Hearing her father's question, the industrious Daisy nodded repeatedly.

She flew up to her father, raised her finger, hissed, and said softly: "The child is asleep, Dad."