Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

In the dark night.

On the long street.

Streetlights emit bright light. They absorb enough energy from the sun in the coming days and guide one person after another in the dark night.

The night in New York is not peaceful.

Except for those gangsters, little girls and delinquent youths who like to play at night, few people would choose to wander on the streets.

After all, the large number of shootings in the past were no joke, they were all bloody facts that really happened.

Therefore.

Most ordinary people have already returned home and are sleeping peacefully in bed.

Of course.

People in the upper class are probably not sleeping yet, but are holding dance parties at home.

In the long and narrow alley.

The two figures were stretched thin and long by the bright moonlight.

You can't tell the two figures just from the dark shadows.

When they walked into the light, their identities became clear.

The face is very young, revealing a hint of childishness, with the vitality of youth, but also the ignorance and immaturity of youth.

Even if they wear adult clothes, it doesn't change their status as students.

Students and adults can see clearly at a glance.

The two of them walked very quickly.

In front of her was a young girl with a pretty face and shiny blond hair. Her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and she seemed a little unhappy, and she was walking eagerly.

Behind him is a young man with a handsome face and ordinary black hair. His eyebrows are slightly twisted, and his eyes are full of hesitation and guilt. He walks very slowly, but he can follow the girl steadily.

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One is fast and the other is slow, one is moving and the other is still.

It seems very inconsistent, but it seems very coordinated.

Judging from the expressions of the two of them, there should be a little conflict.

If a robbing gangster appears at this time, and then a hero rescues the beauty, maybe the contradiction of this smile can be easily resolved.

But it's a pity that there is no such kind of helpful black guy.

The atmosphere between the two was very delicate, and neither one dared to speak first.

Just like this, one behind the other, walking quietly on the street.

The girl walked hurriedly for a while. Perhaps because she was exhausted or because she had figured something out, her steps began to slow down.

Seeing this, the young man also slowed down his pace and followed the girl slowly.

The whole journey was speechless.

Peter Parker sends Gwen home.

This was a less than wonderful and very stiff date.

In front of home.

Gwen turned around suddenly, clenched her fists, and hit Peter Parker on the chest. She curled her lips and said very unhappily: "Peter, you are really boring!"

"Oh my God, you are really not a gentleman at all. A lady should not be treated like this!"

"Today was really terrible...Ahem, it's actually not that bad. At least I listened to a very wonderful concert. Thank you."

Peter Parker sneered, scratched his head, and said nothing. He really didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Gwen couldn't help but roll her eyes and said: "Don't worry, I, Gwen, am a person who keeps my promises."

"The spider thing is on my shoulders. Meet at Osborne Industries at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. I will help you forge an internship certificate."

Peter Parker heard this and said quickly: "Gwen, this matter won't embarrass you...if you are found out, you won't be able to be an intern at Osborn Industries."

Gwen shrugged, sighed softly, and said nonchalantly: "Actually, I don't really like being an intern at Osborne Industries, because it is dispensable to me."<

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"I'm not a science enthusiast like you. As for the things I'm interested in, I'm only interested in enjoying music and catching criminals."

"If my father hadn't been the police chief, I might have become a pop singer."

"Okay, Peter, I'll see you tomorrow...Thank you for taking me home."

Gwen blinked, turned around and ran back home.

Looking at her back, Peter Parker frowned, stood stiffly on the spot for a while, and slowly walked into the darkness step by step.

After completely blending into the darkness and hiding his figure, he raised his hand and shot out a spider thread, wandering into the distance.

Gwen's house.

In the living room of Noda on the first floor.

George Stacey had a dark face, a serious expression, and cold eyes. His hand was stroking back and forth on the gun on his waist.

The clock on the wall has reached twelve o'clock.

But his baby girl hasn't come home yet.

This matter is really unbearable for an old father.

When I think about the possibility that my baby daughter will be raped by a wild boy...

George's anger couldn't stop rising, his muscles all over his body tensed up, his breath became louder, his blood pressure became higher, and two veins stretched on his forehead.

This is even while taking antihypertensive drugs.

It’s hard to imagine what it would be like if you didn’t take medicine.

Maybe George will lie in the hospital, sucking oxygen.

"Dang..."

The key was inserted into the door lock, and a slow twisting sound sounded.

George turned his head suddenly and looked towards the door.

With just one look, all his anger disappeared, and all that was left was heartache.

His precious daughter was squatting at the door, sobbing softly, wiping her tears pitifully.

Yes, Gwen is sad.

She is beautifully dressed, like a princess in a fairy tale, or an angel from heaven...

But I didn’t get a perfect date.

Not only did that idiot Peter Parker not respond, he just stood there like a boring dead log.

Someone as good-looking as her has already taken such initiative, but in the end, that guy Peter Parker is still the same...

He slammed Miss Gwen's love for him to the ground, and he broke the precious jewelry into mottled pieces like glass.

He trampled on Gwen's dignity.

Because no matter how dull a young man is, he will not fail to understand what Gwen just expressed.

He understands, he understands very well, he understands extremely well.

But he still resolutely refused.

This is really cruel.

There should never be anything so cruel in the world.

In fact, the moment she turned her head, Gwen's smile disappeared and tears flowed down her face.

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She is strong.

Even if tears are shed, they are shed silently.

She doesn't want Peter Parker to see her vulnerable side.

She didn't want Peter Parker to agree to fall in love with her and become her boyfriend because of her tears.

Gwen understands very well what compassion is and what love is.

What she needs is not Peter Parker's pity, but Peter Parker's love.

But no matter how strong and brave she is, she is still fragile.

She can remain strong outside, but when she comes home her vulnerability is fully revealed.

Because home is the gentlest harbor...

At home, no one will hurt your heart, there are only people who love you.

Director George, who originally planned to reprimand his daughter, now does not dare to reprimand him at all.

He knows that what his baby girl needs now is definitely not scolding, but care and care.

George was slightly absent-minded. He had been fulfilling his duties and shining brightly over the years as a good policeman, but he really had not accompanied Gwen properly.

Among the children in the family, Gwen is the oldest.

Her childhood was the one without a father, because George was in the most important period of his life at that time and was very busy every day. All he left to Gwen was one scene after another.

When the next few children were born, George gave them a childhood with a father. He was not so busy at that time, and when he had time, he wanted to give Gwen some fatherly love, but it was too late.

Because she has passed the age of needing father's love.

In George's impression, Gwen has always been the child who makes him most worry-free and the child who makes him most proud.

She is strong and brave, enthusiastic and cheerful, kind and sunny.

Thinking of this, George's heart trembled slightly. He smiled, stood up, opened his arms, his eyes were full of father's love, and called out in a very gentle tone: "Gwen..."

Gwen was startled for a moment, then raised her head, looked at her smiling father, and murmured in a low voice: "Dad..."

Then, with tears in her eyes, she ran over quickly and threw herself into George's arms, feeling the warmth her father gave her.

George sighed, reached out and patted his daughter's shoulder gently to ease her mood, and said with a smile: "Gwen, Dad hasn't seen you cry for a long time, which makes me always think that you have grown up.

I took a look today and found that you are still the same little Gwen as before..."

"Hey, it's still the same little Gwen who hasn't grown up and is like a child."

"Let me think about it when Gwen cries. Is there any way to stop her from crying? Strawberry cream plum pudding cake... Or orange juice drink... Egg yolk pineapple pie seems good too... Oh, I remember it.

, Gwen’s favorite thing is probably watching George tell police stories.”

"Oh, hello everyone, I am policeman George, I am policeman Gwen, we have solved a major case..."

George winked and recalled the past with a smile.

"Dad, I have grown up and am no longer a child... It's so annoying." Gwen reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, curled her lips, and whispered: "Dad, I thought I came back so late, you

He would scold me loudly, I didn’t expect..."

George curled his lips, kissed Gwen's forehead tenderly, and chuckled: "I wanted to scold her, but when I saw Gwen was so sad, I couldn't bear it."

"And sometimes yelling and swearing can't solve the problem...Besides, am I so unhuman? Gwen, I remember that I have always been very kind, okay..."

"Gwen, tell me about something that makes you sad... Dad is here to help you find a solution. My IQ is quite high, and I have arrested one high-IQ criminal after another."

"Besides, if I think of something inappropriate, Ms. Helen will definitely be able to think of it."

"Mom, haven't you slept yet?" Gwen blinked.

George shrugged and said with a smile: "She was afraid that I would bully her precious daughter, so she kept the door ajar and pretended to be asleep. Hey, how could she hide this little trick from the police chief?"

"Ahem..." Helen heard this, coughed dryly, opened the door to the bedroom on the first floor, and walked out.

She sighed and said helplessly: "Oh, I didn't expect to be exposed. As expected, any disguise is useless in front of Director George."

"Hey, but for a police chief to be so serious at home, he doesn't know who he is guarding against? Does he treat his family members as criminals?"

"This is so shocking, like a terrible medieval joke."

When George heard this, his face suddenly turned dark.

He raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath, his face full of helplessness.

Sure enough, women are really unreasonable when they are unreasonable.

It seems like this is a talent they are born with.