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A flash of blue-white lightning followed the sparse moonlight and disappeared in the blink of an eye in the fish-belly white sky in the east.

If there is anything worthy of relaxing or enjoying the scenery in this small city of Bincheng, there is only a huge artificial lake located in the new district. People here like to call it Zhonghai. Since Bincheng is not close to the sea, this lake is

At three o'clock the water can only be supported by it. This also shows the width of the lake from the side. Sometimes when the water mist is filled, you can't even see the bridge in the center. In a trance, you really feel like you are at the seaside.

In the early morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines through the thin dusk mist on the broad back of Zhonghai and the sixteen-hole bridge across the center of the lake like a backbone, there are already three or three old people living nearby holding bird cages or

Carrying their swords, they started the morning exercise, the first sport of the day. Some of them walked quietly, some jogged, and they kept saying hello to old friends they met on the road. It was a picture of joy. Since it was a new district, besides

Apart from the city government and several villa areas in the distance, other places are still full of lush vegetation, birds singing and flowers fragrant. Otherwise, why in a third-tier city, far away from the city center, are all villas worth tens of thousands of yuan per square meter, basically as soon as they are put into operation?

They were all sold out, and the scale at that time was no less than the hot scene when the government allocated affordable housing and resettlement housing.

In fact, that's right. In today's era of highly urbanized development, it is really not easy to find such a place with fresh air, quiet and comfortable environment, especially for the elderly, so most of the elderly people doing morning exercises around here

It comes from the higher-end villa areas next to Zhonghai. Basically, the children of general managers, directors or government officials in the downtown business district support their parents in their retirement.

In fact, this can be regarded as the feeling that the ancients longed for: "One coir raincoat, one turbid wine, working at sunrise, resting at dusk, winding paths leading to secluded places, going back and forth with close friends, and living in this way until old age." This kind of day by day, one by one.

Every year seems to be the same, with no difference. Of course, the elderly don't want anything special to happen, they just want to enjoy their old age smoothly and peacefully.

But this morning...

"Hey, hey, hey, old man, come and see, is this...is this a person?" A plainly dressed old woman looked at the scene in front of her and called out to the old man behind her in surprise.

In front of her was a long trench, which seemed to have been struck by something crashing into the ground at a very high speed. It broke the guardrail of the lake, and the thick willow tree cut off the bluestone-paved walking path.

Finally, it turned over the soil and rushed into the green belt on the roadside, and there seemed to be a person lying there at the end of this long trench.

"Oh my god, what... happened?" The old man did not answer his wife's question directly but ran into the green belt by himself.

"Hello...how are you?" The old lady looked around and asked softly.

"He is really a human being, my wife, and a foreigner..." The old man was also a little surprised.

"Foreigners?!" The old lady walked over with a suspicious look on her face. It was surprising enough to see foreigners in a small town like Bincheng, let alone appearing like this.

When she came closer, her wife had already raised the man's face and pinched him hard. He had blond curly hair, a handsome face, deep eyes, and a high nose. He was a foreigner, and he was wearing

Gold and silver matching armor and bright red cloak.

"He...is he an opera singer?" The old woman leaned down and picked up a corner of her cloak, flicking the dirt on it and saying.

"Don't say anything, he is still angry, he..." Before the old man could finish his words, the foreigner took a sharp breath, and his face changed from the previous pale color to a bit bloody. The old man saw

Like this, he hurriedly moved his hands away from the others. The foreigner slowly opened his eyes and looked at them with the same confusion.

"Is this... on earth?" the foreigner asked in English.

"Wha...what?" The old couple looked at me, and I looked at you, and shook their heads in confusion.

"Don't you understand, ah um... this is... in China?" The foreigners deliberately pronounced the sound of "china" very strongly, hoping that they could understand.

"Chinachina, yes, yes, it's in China..." The old lady reacted faster and hurriedly responded.

"No, no, no, I want to say, yesyes, china, good..." The old man hurriedly said the two remaining English words together.

"Auntie! Uncle! What's going on here? What happened over there?" There was a middle-aged man in his forties on the road, stretching his neck and looking this way.

The foreigner hurriedly wanted to hide, but there were no shrubs or anything like that to cover him. Although the two old men didn't know why, they seemed to understand it instinctively. The old man calmly moved the people on both sides of the ditch.

Pushing as much floating soil as possible onto the foreigner, the old lady responded calmly: "Oh, um... there's nothing here, that seems to be a broken sewer pipe, this seems to be under construction, take a detour, this is

…This place is so dirty, don’t come here.”

"Then let's take a detour. Look, you two are still trying to pass through. What if you slip and fall? How worried will the children be?" The man mumbled and ran back believing it was true. A few more came from behind.

I didn't even ask, so I just took a detour.

"People's herd mentality is really amazing now. Okay, there's no one left. Quickly pat the dirt off people's bodies and look at their clothes..."

Needless to say, everyone must know who he is. After a lot of effort, Thor, the King of Asgard, finally arrived on Earth and in the city where the Space Stone is located. The first problem now is to find the mysterious person who used the Space Stone to meet him.

The boy Li Xiaoliang. Thinking of this, Sol immediately stood up, stretched out his hand towards the hammer handle standing in the grass ten meters away, and suddenly looked at the two old men with glaring eyes on the side, sighed, smiled awkwardly, and then strode like a meteor.

He walked over and pulled it out of the soil easily. Thor's hammer shone bright silver in the sun.

"This hammer is so beautifully made," the old lady said silently.

"How can you drive nails when it's so bulky? It's too impractical. It just looks good." The old man continued. The old woman glanced at him sideways and then elbowed him.

"That's what it is." After saying this, the old man stepped forward and looked at Sol's outfit carefully.

Thor also looked at him strangely, and suddenly he looked around as if he remembered something. When he was passing through the siege of demons abandoned by the dark elves in another dimension, he was entangled by a demon. If I am not wrong, it should be the same as...

He fell down together. You must not let other people here know about this and your arrival, otherwise Hydra will not know what kind of attack it will launch here, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to withstand it with its own strength, so after finding the space gem

You must not alert the enemy beforehand.

As expected, at a nearby water station, I saw an elf demon that had long since died and was burned to bones when it passed through the atmosphere.

"What...what is this? Honey, come and see!" The old man saw a corpse that was more than two meters tall, with four long legs and a pair of giant wings. Although he could no longer see the details, just looking at the shape

It's enough to make people shudder and break into cold sweats.

"Oh my God, what is going on here, an alien? Then he..." The old lady looked at Sol standing aside with some horror.

Thor shrugged and smiled awkwardly. Although he didn't understand what they were talking about, he could probably guess it by looking at their expressions. Xiao Liang once said that these so-called superheroes were just fictional characters in comics.

Just an image.

In fact, from New York to Washington, to Wakanda, and Sokovia, every time something similar happens, the government, the United Nations, and the World Network Information Center will always publish all relevant information on the Internet in just an hour or two.

All are blocked, so only those who have lost relatives and friends in these incidents will have no doubts about this series of events. That is, this group of people continue to find various evidences to prove that the Avengers and the Defenders, x-

Men, the Fantastic Four, and other groups with incredible powers. In desperation, Marvel comics came into being under the overwhelming pressure of public opinion, and confused people by integrating these so-called clues into comics.

Audio-visual information makes everyone mistakenly believe that these so-called people who have lost their loved ones in a certain incident are just some lunatics who regard fictional things in comics as reality. Marvel relies on the huge information of the World Internet Security and Supervision Center in Norway.

The database created comics into comics for global distribution before some evidence could be released in time. Now it seems that this hard-to-get approach is far more effective than simple shielding. Most people have preconceived notions about these so-called

Superheroes are just tricks to deceive children. Spending time on them is not as practical as spending time on colorful stock futures. In other words, most people have lost the innocence of childhood and the heroes they once were.

Dream.

"Son, what's that? Don't go to sleep. Get up and have some breakfast. Do you still have a lot of summer vacation homework? Yesterday I checked that I was doing okay in Chinese. I did half a book of mathematics and English, and I also studied history, geography, physics, chemistry, and biology.

You haven't moved at all. Moms don't rush you, so you have some idea. School starts in a week, so you can't delay it any longer. Be obedient." His mother's call came from the living room, and Xiaoliang responded in a daze.

It was already bright, and the warm sunshine was shining warmly on my body. It was really a good weather to sleep in.

"Didn't you say you won't push him anymore? Look at what you've done to the child. He fell out of bed this morning. He must be exhausted," the father said.

"I'm not urging him, I'm just reminding him that school starts in eight or nine days. Tell me..." Mom's voice became much softer.

"No, you..."

"By the way, did you have any dreams last night?" Mom interrupted Dad as if she suddenly remembered something.

"Done."

"Tell me, what dream did you have yesterday?" Mom was a little excited.

"I forgot, what happened?" Dad looked confused.

"Oh, you are such a person, I don't want to chat with you." Mom muttered and went to change her shoes and get ready to go out.

"Did you dream that we won the lottery, 5 million..." Dad smiled and ran over to change his shoes.

"Don't make trouble. To be honest, I'm very scared. I dreamed last night that we were at the door of the emergency room. I burst into tears. It seemed like our son was inside. Many people had arrived. Xiaojun, everyone came with the documents.

Yes, there is a queue outside the door."

"Oh, my aunt, you still believe this? Who is it that keeps saying that I am superstitious about this and that? Besides, those dreams are all reversed. Our son is healthy, so don't worry." Dad said, dumbfounded.

.

"But this dream is different. It's really, really real. You were on the phone with the director of that hospital. How did they persuade me? I still remember those exact words..." Mom and Dad walked out and opened the security door.

As I put it on, my voice became quieter and quieter. But these words were enough to make Xiaoliang sit up in shock. Last night was... was it a dream?

At the same time, Sol was also restless in the old couple's villa. On the one hand, this small town with a population of 600,000 to 700,000 people was already the smallest area he could target, but that was it, he wanted to find someone.

Children are also like looking for a needle in a haystack, and they don't understand the language, they are not familiar with the environment, and they have super powers... It is simply extremely difficult. On the other hand, does Hydra have any spies here? Do they already know the whereabouts of the gems?

How much do they know? If they wait and get ahead of them, then all the difficulties and dangers of the Devil's Gate will be in vain... Oh, that's really annoying.

Just when Sol's mind was in confusion, the old lady walked in with a tray. At the same time, a refreshing fragrance floated over gently. Sol took a few strong breaths of this smell and gave it to the smiling old lady.

Looking at the tray in hand: a delicate purple clay pot and three small purple clay tea bowls. A faint trace of green smoke emerged from the tiny spout of the purple clay pot, and suddenly dissipated in the air.

"How is it? Does it smell good? Come and have a taste, young man." Although she knew that Sol could not understand, the old lady still said enthusiastically.

"Yes, this is West Lake Longjing. Our son brought it back from Hangzhou on a business trip. This should basically be regarded as the best tea in China." The old man walked over from the side with a smile and gave a thumbs up as he spoke.

Thor also gave a decent thumbs up and smiled awkwardly, but the smell was indeed fresh and refined. Even the top-quality wine in God's Domain could not brew such a beautiful wine. Just as he was thinking about it, the old lady had already filled it.

A small tea bowl was slowly pushed to his side.

"Young man, try it quickly. This is called tea. This is called... in English..."

"Tea..." the old lady hurriedly added.

"Oh, yes, yes, it's tea, it's tea." The old man said with a smile.

"tea?ahhh...yeah, yeah..." Sol then realized that it should be similar to the black tea and green tea we drink in the United States, but why does it feel completely different? And this tea cup is... too small.

Sol thought and then gestured to the second elder and stretched out his hand: "cheese?"

"Ah? What do you mean?" The old lady looked confused.

"Oh, no toast, no toast, this is not drinking, that's not how you drink tea." The old man reacted quickly and gently pushed Sol's outstretched hand back.

Sol smiled and understood, just raised the cup slightly and drank the tea in the bowl in one gulp.

But Chinese tea is really only good for smelling. It tastes bitter and watery, nothing special. It doesn't have the refreshing or rich feeling of wine or coffee, which makes him a little disappointed.

"Drink slowly, drink slowly, this thing is not water, it has to be tasted." The old man patted Sol's strong arm and demonstrated.

Sol looked at the small tea bowl with confusion as he took small sips of the tea bowl that was not full at first, with a confused look on his face.

"Come on, come on," the old lady poured him another bowl. She looked at Sol and pointed at the old man with a look of enjoyment, "Drink like your uncle did..."

Sol nodded as if he understood, then took a sip in a decent manner and left it in his mouth to savor it carefully. Sure enough, the fragrance of the tea immediately spread out, as if it penetrated his internal organs.

His whole body was dripping with pleasure, and the original bitter taste gradually dissipated, and there was still a hint of sweetness left in it, making his mouth full of saliva. It was really amazing.

Seeing Sol leaning on the sofa with enjoyment and smacking his lips happily, the old couple also felt happy. First of all, they did not embarrass China. Things from China can also conquer foreigners. Not only

Foreign products can penetrate into our lives, and national pride arises spontaneously.

After drinking tea, Saul became obviously optimistic and determined that as long as he was willing to work hard, he would be able to find Li Xiaoliang from here. This was his promise to him.

After saying that, he took Mjolnir off the hanger, bowed deeply to the two old men, expressed his gratitude, and walked out the door.

The two old men looked at each other and said doubtfully: "Is he going to leave? He is just wearing this outfit. If he doesn't go out on the street, will he be arrested by the police station?"

The old man patted Sol on the back. Sol turned around. The old man pointed at him and then at his clothes, indicating that his clothes were not suitable for wearing in public places. Sol frowned and thought about him.

What she wanted to express, at this time, the old lady had already taken out a set of young boys' clothes, a blue sweatshirt, a black and white striped undershirt, and gray casual pants. Sol looked at the clothes and found that the style matched them.

Scarlett's king or Thor felt that they didn't match each other, but he looked down at his shiny black armor and bright red cloak, curled his lips helplessly, but still happily said thank you, and then took the

come over.

"Oh, um, this is my son's. It may be a little small for you. You are too big, but it is better than yours. You will really scare people if you wear it like this, kid." The old lady smiled.

say.

"He doesn't understand. Why are you talking so much?" The old man poked his wife and then said to Sol with a smile, "no, no, no, nothankyou, hehe, no, thankyou..."

The old lady didn't show any weakness and poked him too. Looking at Sol with a wry smile on his face, he said to his wife, "Nothankyou, are you right? I remember our son didn't say that."

"Oh, why don't you let him go inside to change his clothes first, and then find him a bag or something, and pack up the armor he changed into and his hammer? I don't know, I think he belongs to the contractor team."

The old man urged impatiently.

"You're from the contractor team, why do you become so vulgar when you say anything, you old-timer?" The old lady muttered and then led Sol into the back room.

"Hey, give me back my soil. Didn't you come with me from the country? You really thought you had become a city citizen. If it weren't for our son's future..." The old man's voice became smaller and smaller, and his attention

The force was concentrated on the hammer that Thor had left casually in the hall.

"However, this hammer is very beautifully made." The old man stepped forward and looked at it carefully. Not only the leather hammer handle and the strap at the back for hanging on the wrist, but also the exquisite carvings on the hammer.

The decoration is enough to show its uniqueness, it is simply a handicraft.

Just when the old man was about to pick it up and take a closer look, the hammer seemed to be growing on the ground, but it didn't move at all no matter how hard he tried. The old man thought thoughtfully when he thought that the hammer was hanging on a clothes hanger in an ordinary way.

murmured:

"This... is really weird, that foreigner..."

(To be continued)