Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Daisy was packing her own bag.

It is said to be tidying up, but in fact it is just lying on the side, watching my father put the baby bottle, milk powder and diapers into the mother's bag, and then look down at the small satchel the size of the adult's palm in front of me, playing with the strap with his fingers .

Today is the weekend.I have made an appointment in advance with Grandma Roxy in Westchester to visit her home, and I have to leave early in the morning.

It's actually a bit strange.

Tony Stark has never dealt with the elderly very much. Occasionally, he signed a contract to support the Foundation for Caring for the Elderly, and took photos with a few gray-haired uncles for reporting. After taking the photos, he left without staying for a moment.

It's rare that grandma Roxy can call the chairman from Manhattan to Westchester with one phone call, which seems to be quite prestigious.

"What are you taking?" the old father asked.

He put a shiny metal card in his daughter's mini satchel.After asking, he looked up and saw Tuanzi pointing ghostly to the unopened biscuit jar on the table.

"No."

Daisy was full of anticipation. When she was having breakfast this morning, the nanny found a box of biscuits bought at home at some time from the cupboard. After shaking it, the little one knew that there were snacks in it, and asked for it while eating an orange.

But Dad refused to give it.

Now that she was asked to pack her luggage, she still wanted to leave, but she also received a faint refusal. She watched helplessly that the biscuits that were close at hand had no hope of being put into the bag, and she sat in a lump, playing with her hands unhappily.

Tony just looks at her.

The old father's small waist is not a steel plate after all, although occasionally he had to straighten it out for the sake of majesty, seeing the little ball on the ground visibly listless, he finally opened the biscuit jar with a straight face, took a bag and put it in the small satchel.

"I said you can only eat if you can." He told Gu Lu's little daughter who rolled to his side, "Deal."

"Mom." Daisy reached out to touch the biscuits in the bag, smiled happily, and responded softly, "Okay."

Stephen stayed at the villa to look after the house.

Doctor Strange was away last night, and Tony thought he had finally returned to the Magic Castle. When Stephen walked out of the big hole in the guest room this morning, Benben was cleaning the bed he slept in.

It's been half cleaned.

It's embarrassing.

"It's the Temple of Magic." Stephen said coldly.

With Thunder God's temperament, his work efficiency has always been very high. I don't know why it took so long to return to Asgard this time, but it is not easy to catch his slippery brother who is as slippery as loach.

"Thor will be back at any time." Stephen said, "I'll wait here."

Tony thought about it, and didn't reject the mage's proposal to take the initiative to guard the house.

Going out today, I drove a Rolls-Royce Wraith.

"Are you going to Roxy's today?" The car drove across the bridge, the road was smooth, Happy looked at his boss in the rearview mirror, and thought it was funny, "It's really rare. But if she doesn't say it, I'm afraid you don't want to either." Take the initiative to go."

In fact, I took the initiative to go there once.

Before Daisy could speak, Tony drove past Westchester and took his daughter for a ride.

If he hadn't always been a big star in the old lady's mouth, maybe he could sit still longer.

Daisy was always sneaking at the biscuits in her small bag, making a plastic rustling sound.

She is very obedient, her father said she couldn't eat it, and she didn't steal it by herself, like a miser who hides a treasure, and always looks through it when there is nothing to do, and feels at ease there.

When the car slowly drove into Westchester, Xiao Tuanzi was already leaning on the back of the safety seat, and fell asleep with a pink face.

"Fortunately, I still remember the way." Happy said.

He turned the steering wheel to the left and went to the branch road on the left.

It turns out that remembering the way is useless.

When we arrived at the destination, there was no old woman, nor the small garden that we saw last time. There was only a gothic-style building, which was spooky and suitable for shooting horror movies.

"... Has people's aesthetics changed so much in a short period of time?" Happy leaned on the car and thought about life, wanting to have a cigarette very much, swallowing his inexplicable melancholy.

Tony answered the phone in the car.

"I want to call and tell you." The old lady Roxy was drinking tea leisurely on the other end of the receiver. "I have moved again recently. Be careful not to go the wrong way."

The chairman hung up the phone blankly.

Rolls-Royce made another big circle around Westchester.

Happy had originally been full of complaints, but when he reached the final destination, the moment he raised his head, it all turned into a blurted exclamation.

Where is the old woman's home? It's like living in a castle.

The tall and magnificent building is surrounded by a large garden. When it is in bloom, a large cluster of red and white flowers grows inside and out.From the fence gate outside the garden to the gate of the castle, there is still a long road.

Happy is also a person who has seen the world, but seeing the world does not prevent him from admiring Roxy spontaneously in his heart. He opened his eyes wide and murmured: "It's really developed...the last time I saw her, Still in a small house? It’s less than half the size of our villa, and now it’s living in a castle.”

"That's their castle."

An old lady behind her said leisurely.

Happy turned his head away, only to see the half-smile expression on Tony's face, looking past him and looking back, he found an old woman in a big floral skirt lying on the front cover of the car.

The old lady had her white hair pulled back very well, with a lock hanging down, and small round glasses on the bridge of her nose. Looking at such an old man, she was very suitable for sitting by the fire with a blanket covered in winter nights, or knitting sweaters or reading, with her feet on her feet. There was also a fat old cat sleeping.

It's a pity that imagination is always just imagination, and there is still a little gap with reality.

As far as Roxy is concerned, the gap is huge.

Grandma Roxy looked as if she was looking forward to a good show, she frowned, and waved her hand: "Oh, I'm so disappointed, Happy, my house is opposite."

She pointed back.

The driver who had seen the world looked in the direction of her hand, and all reverence was gone in an instant.

Opposite is the castle, and the small houses across the road suddenly look so pitiful.

There is no house number yet, just a random piece of wood nailed to it, and the words "Roxy's House" painted on it with paint.

I also grow some vegetables by myself, really self-reliant.

"Would you be sad if I told you that the more you get around, the more you go back?" Happy asked.

"will not."

"You're really going back and forth, Roxy."

"Who knew it would be so bad." The old lady was heartbroken, "This year's upset is so popular that even my mother doesn't even recognize it."

He even gambled.

The boldness of this old woman on the verge of bankruptcy is amazing.

Happy was heartbroken all the way, obviously never expecting to be able to move to such a place after losing money in a bet, which is actually quite remarkable.

"It's best not to have a psychological gap when you move here," Tony said.

When he said this, he had already opened the door and got out of the car, and went to the other side to hug Daisy who was still sleeping.

Baby Daisy was in a soft ball in her arms, and when a little wind blew, the little curls in front of her ears moved slightly.

There are many trees here, and the wind is very comfortable.

"I don't have any psychological gap." The old woman held her head high, "Mr. Charles Xavier on the opposite side knows me very well."

Hapi's gossiping ears stretched out: "Is the noble from some country living opposite?"

"No." Roxy said, "It's a school."

As she was talking, she saw the baby in Tony's arms move her fist unconsciously, and her voice gradually softened like a cat's. She moved to Tony's side and looked up at Daisy.

Grandma Roxy has a miniature figure, and she is still standing on tiptoe vigorously.

"It's grown up so much." She sighed, with misty warmth in her eyes, and said with some relief, "Oh...kids grow up so fast. "

After standing like this and talking for a while, several people turned their heads and went to her real low house.

The house was not as bad as expected.Although the sparrow is small, it has all five internal organs. The house is tidy and tidy. There are English tea and snacks on the table, which are exquisite in the ordinary.

Of course, if the sixty shades of gray is not placed next to the dessert, this delicate feeling may last a little longer.

"You're discriminating against the elderly." Roxy stared at Happy and said.

Daisy moved again in her father's arms.

She had already slept in the car for a while, and it was almost time for her to get enough sleep. At this moment, someone was talking next to her, and the sound came into her ears. It was really noisy, so she opened her eyes in a daze.

Xiaotuanzi fell asleep and forgot that he was outside. He was used to opening his eyes and seeing the ceiling in the villa. Later, when he found out that he was not at home, he was really stunned for a while.

Those pink cheeks look really cute.

Daisy had no memory of this strange house, but she leaned her head against her father's chest to regain her senses, and when she turned her head and saw the surprised face of Grandma Roxy, her body froze.

She has a deep memory of this face!

Where is the depth, you will know soon.

The little boy flinched subconsciously, but his movements were still a bit slow. Before he hid his head like a quail under his father's protection, he was hugged tightly across the arms by the nimbly charged Granny Roxy.

Roxy lowered her head, and gave Daisy a "chirp--" in an extremely intimate way.

Too enthusiastic, kissing the tender right cheek so pink.

When the old woman finally raised her head, the little one was already in the arms of her father. She raised her little hand to cover her cheek, feeling helpless and aggrieved, she turned her head to let her father take a look. If she could express herself well, she might have to speak out He filed a complaint, saying that his face was sucked like this.