Avengers polar silver wolf

What happened can only be told from the summer vacation of the third grade of junior high school three months ago.

Since it is the last summer vacation of junior high school, tutoring classes and summer homework are inevitably coming like a flood.

In order to prevent Xiaoliang from being left behind by others in the third year of junior high school, her mother, who has always been thrifty, stuffed new wads of banknotes into the arms of her tutor without blinking an eye, which made Xiaoliang feel distressed.

There is nothing we can do. Who said that every time we take an exam, we always get half-assed scores that are neither good nor bad? Marginal students like him are the most troublesome.

I get up early every day and memorize the words I haven't memorized the day before. The teacher has to take dictation in class. My mother is on annual leave again and can stay at home for more than 20 days, so she can listen to the teacher's lectures every day and understand the children's learning status in real time. This kind of routine

This is the only advantage to one.

Alas, what a misfortune, if I fail to take dictation, I will have to be scolded by my mother again.

In the end, I barely memorized the vocabulary, but the remaining physics and mathematics questions from yesterday. The theorem of mirror phase formation, the formula for calculating buoyancy, the volume of water displaced, and the practical application of quadratic functions in mathematics were really frustrating.

People have headaches.

Xiao Liang hastily made a few strokes in his homework book and started a day of tutoring. English in the morning, physics in the afternoon, and mathematics in the evening. The day passed quietly amidst continuous yawns and the sound of swiping pens. Thinking of Xiao Liang supporting him

He shook his head and sighed deeply.

Mom always says, you had a lot of fun in the first few days of summer vacation. Look at so and so, they go to this tutoring class and that tutoring class non-stop as soon as they have vacation. On such a hot day, they even ride around everywhere.

, think about him, how happy you will be.

Yes, if others can live, so can we.

Xiaoliang shook his head, sobered up, and dug out a thick pile of summer homework, including some incomprehensible nonsense.

This thing is what we wrote about the teacher writing a "reading" for two months.

By our own consciousness?

Alas, I'm sorry, teacher, otherwise I wouldn't be able to finish writing.

"Boom, boom..." A dull knock sounded on the door.

Hey, he was distracted again. Xiao Liang hurriedly grabbed the English textbook and exercise book and put them on the table.

"Come on, come on," my mother greeted Xiaoliang with a smile. She didn't forget to scold him as she passed by the door of Xiaoliang's room. "I don't know how to open the door for the teacher. Go and get a glass of water for the teacher. I'm always chirping."

The water was poured back, and the teacher sat down at the desk, saying some polite words to his mother, and then about Xiaoliang's studies.

Xiaoliang sat down on a stool nearby and opened the exercise book. There were densely packed words written on it, some ten times, some five times.

"Those words are well written. Look at what you wrote. It's like a dragon and a phoenix. Why are you so careless?" Mom said sternly.

"Hey, sister, don't talk about him. He can just write well in the future." The teacher advised.

The English tutor was a girl in her mid-twenties, who was barely passable in appearance, but her red face and white acne made Xiao Liang not have a good impression of her.

After saying that, he opened the word list at the back of Xiaoliang's English book.

The moment she opened it, she was stunned. It turned out that there was a torn-out magazine color page inside, with a few big words: "Avengers, where are you?" ("Avengers, where are you?") and then

Pictures of Hulk, Captain America, Thor, Hawkeye, and Black Widow followed their detailed explanations, and Xiao Liang suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

He quickly took a peek at his mother, who had sharp eyes and could tell at a glance that it was the Marvel Super Heroes topic in "Science Fiction Digest" that she refused to order for me. Xiaoliang had worked hard to get it from his classmates.

Nowadays, online games are so popular that few people pay attention to those childish and illusory things anymore. But Xiaoliang is different. He still longs for them to really exist in his own world as he did when he was a child, which makes his mother sneer.

At this time, seeing this is like a spark that will start a prairie fire. But my mother still has to be more reserved in front of outsiders, and there are two precious hours, and every minute of delay is priceless.

Philippines.

So even though she looked ugly, she did not get angry on the spot. Instead, she grabbed the coloring page and tore it up loudly while saying viciously: "When the teacher leaves, we will settle the account together and listen to the class honestly." Then she got angry.

He rushed out of the back room, not even attending the class.

Xiao Liang felt his heartbeat speeding up and his arms trembling.

The next dictation itself was not memorized. After all these twists and turns, it was as good as new and could not remember anything. The helpless teacher simply stopped halfway through the dictation and asked him to read and memorize it again.

My mother said loudly in the next room: "What's going on? I don't remember the words. I don't do anything to eat. I just do unnecessary work."

He managed to get by with the vocabulary. After that, Xiaoliang didn't listen to the new knowledge, texts, grammar, and sentence patterns. He always looked at the watch, hoping that time would pass slower, so that an inevitable

The "war" will come later; but I want it to happen quickly, hoping that my sharp tongue can resolve the crisis as soon as possible.

Time is still moving so leisurely, not a minute more, not a second less.

Finally, the class came to an end, and the teacher also breathed a long sigh of relief. It was a small release to thank him for finally finishing the depressing class.

She gave Xiao Liang a lot of instructions, and Xiao Liang listened absentmindedly. In fact, it was nothing. He just wanted to study hard, complete his homework, remember the words well, and read English before going to bed. English was very important, and Xiao Liang could guess pretty well.

Mom sent the teacher away with a forced smile, and everyone must know what happened next.

Usually, it's a scolding from head to toe, and the old accounts from the past are dug up and calculated again. Xiaoliang may explain a few words, but this will undoubtedly add fuel to the fire and make the storm even more violent.

Of course, this time was no exception. Dad came home accompanied by Xiaoliang’s crying and mother’s scolding.

Dad is a relatively gentle man with a soft personality. He rarely loses his temper with Xiaoliang, no, almost never. He also doesn’t like that his mother always educates her children in this way. Therefore, more often than not, he is the double-sided tape between Xiaoliang and his mother.

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It was the same this time. When I saw my child and his mother in the same room, one was crying and the other was scolding. I quickly went over to break up the fight. After coaxing one side, I coaxed the other side, and then there were a few more unhurried calls to break up the fight in the house.

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"Stop crying." When his father saw that reconciliation was not possible, he changed his strategy and said slightly sternly, "Man, how can you cry after just saying a few words? Come on, mom said you should do it too." Xiao Liang.

I stopped crying, but I still kept sobbing.

"Hey, did you say yesterday that the physics teacher had something to do and couldn't come today?" Dad asked again gently.

"Yeah." Xiaoliang replied with a sob.

"Then go to work with dad in the afternoon. Haven't you always wanted to see dad's team?"

Before Xiaoliang could answer, his mother made another noise next door: "You're not allowed to go! There are only a few pages of summer vacation homework. Doesn't he know how to do it? Make up your homework at home."

Xiaoliang wanted to cry again after hearing this, but his father also said loudly: "Have I asked you? Don't say anything. You have been asking your children to make up lessons all day long, and they can't finish their homework. Can this be all the fault of the children? Do you think you gave him

How much can he really understand after making up so much?" Then he said to Xiaoliang gently, "This holiday is only for a few days, it's okay, I will write slowly later, do you want to go?"

Xiaoliang nodded silently, but tears kept flowing out. He didn't know why, but every time he was scolded by his mother, he felt aggrieved. Most of the time, it was because he had done something wrong, but he still felt uncomfortable and wanted to shed tears.

After a hasty lunch, my father took Xiaoliang away. My mother said unwillingly: "Come back early! There is a math class in the evening. Did you do your math homework yesterday!?"

Just as Xiaoliang was about to respond, his father slammed the door shut, and then said with a smile: "What did she say? We didn't hear it" to the shocked Xiaoliang.

Xiaoliang is like his father, with a good temper, but in his memory, except for being drunk a few times and vomiting a few times to make his mother unhappy, there are almost no other problems with his father. In this regard, Xiaoliang is not like him. Xiaoliang feels that there is something wrong with him.

Just making mistakes will make my mother angry.

In fact, when I think about it later, even if my mother is quick-tempered and angry, doesn't it only happen when sparks appear?

That magazine color page was indeed the news that the physics teacher was unable to come yesterday. Xiao Liang was so happy that he took out the treasure. While memorizing words, he was immersed in the fantasy of fighting side by side with superheroes. As a result, he accidentally put it in the book and forgot to take it out.

Out.

I begged the classmate for so long, and only after he had said all the good things he could say, he was willing to tear off the page. It’s not that the classmate also loves Marvel heroes, but the book would fall apart and would be difficult to store. And these are not important anymore.

, now he just hopes that his mother will stop being angry and make his life at home easier.

Come to dad's work.

This is just like the scene after the earth was abandoned in "Wall-E", but it is much more orderly than that. Dad used the foreman's momentum to explain to Xiaoliang, here are the discarded oil poles, and there are the pumps of the oil pumping units.

Pressure valve, then this pump and that pump, and the working principle of the oil pumping unit were explained in general. All the discarded parts that had been retired from the oil well were neatly sorted and sorted, and everything was in order.

Orderly, complex but not chaotic.

After walking around the brigade's courtyard, my father received a call, which seemed very urgent.

After putting down the phone, he lowered his head and said to Xiaoliang: "Something happened in Inoue, and dad needs to go there immediately, so you can play here by yourself, stay away from those shelves and oil pipes, and don't fall down and hit you.

When you are tired of playing, you go to your dad’s office. That Uncle Dong is there. Do you remember him? We had dinner together? Just go to him and don’t run around. Dad will come back to pick you up when he is done. Ang

,obedient."

While they were talking, a tall engineering vehicle parked in front of them from far away. A few equally anxious people got down from it. After saying a few words to their father, they all jumped on the vehicle. Then accompanied by the huge roar of the engine,

It left a cloud of dust and disappeared at the entrance of the compound.

After his father left, Xiaoliang still ran and jumped between the derrick and the drill pipe in a novel way, feeling very uncomfortable.

Unconsciously, he walked to the northwest corner of his father's work compound. There were piles of debris here, mostly abandoned daily necessities. They should be waiting to be collected and sold to the scrap collection station. Xiao

Liang thought so.

, there was a crystal ball there. Xiaoliang saw something shining in the sun.

So, seeing no one around him, he quickly climbed up the mountain of scraps with his hands and feet like a monkey. When he grabbed it, he found that the side of the crystal ball had cracked, and it could still barely ring twice when he turned on the switch.

Xiaoliang threw it away in despair and looked around again.

The child's disappointment disappeared in the blink of an eye. Because he saw another music tape with song titles on it, he looked at it happily, humming the familiar songs, and sometimes even danced.

This is what a child is, he has fun at all times and never gets bored. Xiaoliang is among the mountains of scraps, looking at this and that, having a great time.

Just as he was putting down an old, tone-deaf music box, he was attracted by an inconspicuous silver box not far away, with an eagle logo faintly painted on it.

it is……

This symbol is all too familiar.

The sign looked like it was plated with gold under the sunlight. Although it was close, it was too high for Xiaoliang to reach. He looked around:

This doesn't bother me.

he thought.

Almost, still almost there, Xiaoliang stood on one leg of a chair and stretched out his arms to grab the box.

Finally, at the dangerous moment when he was about to fall, he got it.

It was a box full of soil, with mottled marks on it, and the writing printed on it had long been worn away. Only the eagle logo was still faintly visible, and it would have been difficult to see clearly if it weren't for the sunlight.

Yes, this is definitely the mark of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Xiaoliang thought happily: Then can I be a SHIELD agent?

Maybe this organization really exists.

Otherwise, how could we explain the serial natural gas explosions in New York and the many mental patients who said they saw aliens?

One person said that it was a mental illness, but so many people said the same thing, and the things they said were so similar that it would be unconvincing to explain it as a medical problem.

The more Xiao Liang thought about it, the more excited he became. So what is there inside?

Hydra's secret polar map, or the design drawings of the ultimate weapon?

Xiao Liang carefully wiped off the dirt on it.

It looks like it was dug out of the soil, Xiao Liang thought, but how to open it? He dug left and right, but couldn't open it.

"So tight." He whispered.

The legs of the chair beneath him began to loosen, but he didn't notice at all, as he was focused on how to open it.

Well, don't worry, there must be some way, let me take a closer look. Xiao Liang took another good look at the small box.

Finally, he set his sights on a raised button on the side. It should pop open. Maybe this was the key, otherwise there would be nothing he could do.

So he pressed it with bated breath, and then Xiaoliang felt that the small box began to vibrate slightly, and then the lid automatically reversed, revealing a small fingerprint reader.

Oh my gosh, this is...

This is the first time Xiaoliang has seen such a compact fingerprint reader.

Just when he wanted to try his luck with his fingers, he saw the word "thanks" appear on the display screen next to him, followed by a click.

The lid opens automatically!

Before Xiaoliang could be surprised, a bright blue light shot straight into the sky and shot into the sky. At the same time, he heard someone calling his name in the distance, and he was at a loss for a moment.

what to do?

He hurriedly moved his numb feet.

At this moment, the chair legs sank suddenly. Xiaoliang also lost his balance and fell down. The mountain of scraps next to him also fell down, making a huge noise and smoke. Xiaoliang didn't know how much his body was hit.

Next, all that was left in front of me was the bright blue light.

In the haze, my father's shouts could still be heard vaguely in my ears. I had never seen my father, who was always calm in times of trouble, so hysterical and desperate: "Xiao Liang, my son!! Come and save him."

There were also the urgent sounds of many familiar and unfamiliar uncles and uncles, as well as the sounds of metal colliding when moving things, and the sounds of debris being smashed on Xiaoliang's body.

"Come this way, I see his head, be careful!"

"Don't press his feet, over there...move up, slow down!"

"Don't worry about that, come here, lift this, come..."

"besides…………"

"…………"

Then Xiaoliang slowly fell asleep, feeling like he had had a long, long dream. It was as if he was walking on a long, long road with no end. He just kept walking, walking, and his legs were filled with lead.

Stiff and heavy, they still move forward stubbornly and mechanically...

"How is it? Do you want to be sent to the hospital?" This should be the voice of Uncle Dong.

"I asked you to bring him here. Look at what your son is like now. I'm telling you, if your son has to have both good and bad qualities, we won't be able to live another life like this... Hey, hey..." the mother said with a tearful voice.

"There was a guardrail in that place, but no one went there, so it was demolished. Who knew he would run so far, and in such a hot day, I thought he would just play for a while and then run into the house." Dad's

More emotional.

Xiaoliang slowly opened his eyes and wanted to raise his head, but his head was in severe pain like it was exploding, and it was difficult to turn his eyes.

"He's awake." In front of him is Uncle Wenwen, who is a very good friend of Dad.

"Xiao Liang, how are you?" Dad asked anxiously.

The room was boiling with excitement. Godfather, friendly uncles, Uncle Dong from the office, and many uncles and uncles they were not familiar with hurriedly came over.

"How's it going? Son, what's wrong with you?" Dad asked eagerly.

"My head... I have a headache." Xiao Liang said weakly, as if there was something blocked in his throat, and his voice was so low that even he could hardly hear it.

"Son, Xiaoliang, what..." His mother finally squeezed in and began to cry. When Xiaoliang saw his mother crying, tears burst out of his eyes like broken beads.

"Mom...Mom" Xiaoliang sobbed.

My mother even burst into tears.

Everyone hurriedly helped my mother, who was kneeling on the ground, and moved a chair for her to sit down.

The father complained: "My son is already weak, but you still cry, making him cry too. You said you women... Okay, stop crying!"

My mother cried and said: "You are so careless every day. Your well will collapse if you leave it, and your son can't hold you here? You still said to me, you are his father, just look at it in one afternoon."

so……"

"You..." Dad was speechless for a moment and didn't know what to say. When everyone saw this, they quickly stopped them.

(To be continued)