The world-devouring dragon

Boston, Wendy's home.

It was quiet in the living room. Roberts and his daughter Joan sat face to face on two sofas with a coffee table in between. No one said anything.

Joan sat on the sofa, lowered her head, and swung her feet unconsciously. The smoky makeup on her face had been wiped off, and the hippie-style clothes on her body had been replaced by regular daily clothes. Opposite her, Roberts He looked at his daughter in front of him with a gloomy expression.

In the kitchen not far away, Wendy was washing the dishes, but her ears were already quietly perked, listening to what was going on in the living room.

Looking at the frightened Joan in front of him, Roberts understood that his daughter was afraid of him, which made him a little disappointed. No father wanted to see his child fearing him instead of loving him, but some things still had to be faced.

Roberts took a deep breath to adjust his mood, and then said in a low voice.

"I understand that you were born in the United States and have lived here since you were a child. In many places, your personality will be very similar to that of Americans... But I don't care how Americans educate their children. You are my daughter and an Englishman. My great-grandfather was a knight knighted by the Queen. Our family has been a gentleman for generations. In an English family, you will never be allowed to be so frivolous, especially..."

Speaking of anger, Roberts became a little anxious without realizing it, but he quickly realized this, tried to suppress it, and then said through gritted teeth.

"How about forming a gang?"

Roberts has seen too many fights between gangs. Maybe some young people are pursuing these, but Roberts is not interested at all. He is not willing to let his daughter participate in his current life-and-death life. It is just ordinary. Just be an ordinary girl, go to school, grow up, get married, have children... just spend your life quietly.

Because of this, Roberts is extremely sensitive about her daughter forming a joke gang.

The daughter also looked submissive and lowered her head, which made Roberts somewhat relieved despite his anger. At least it was not irreversible. But the next moment, this relief was torn into pieces by anger.

"Just having fun with a few friends, what's the big deal...old-fashioned."

At this moment, Roberts heard her daughter's whispers and dissatisfaction.

"How dare you talk back!"

Roberts was furious. He couldn't help but stand up. His habitual coldness appeared on his face, but he realized what was wrong the next moment. His expression was very useful in scaring the enemies and gangsters, but he shouldn't face his daughter. so.

But unexpectedly, Joan, who had always lowered her head quietly, suddenly raised her head, looked at Roberts in front of her without fear with her blue eyes, and said loudly.

"You haven't come back to see me often since I was a kid. You only see me once a year. You have never taken care of me. What qualifications do you have to take care of me now!"

"you……"

Roberts couldn't help but stretched out his hand, but he couldn't open his mouth.

...You have never taken care of me, what qualifications do you have to take care of me now!

This sentence was like a knife inserted into Roberts' heart, causing the guilt and hesitation that had been hidden in his heart for many years to burst out instantly. Although neither Joan nor Wendy had said this in the past, he understood that he was not A good father.

But Joan didn't notice her father's complicated expression. She ran to the door angrily and slammed the door directly.

It was not until Joan left that Roberts sat down on the sofa and fell into silence. At this time, Wendy, who had been listening to all this in the kitchen, came out with a cup of brewed tea in her hand.

"Would you like afternoon tea? Gentleman."

Wendy seemed surprisingly quiet, and she didn't show any surprise at Joan's departure.

"You should know about the things Joan did in school."

Roberts took the tea and said without raising his head.

Wendy chose a suitable position, then sat on the sofa, holding tea in one hand, taking a sip, then raised her eyes to look at Roberts in front of her, with a smile on her lips.

"Joan has been living with me, of course I know."

Roberts didn't speak. He knew that Wendy would definitely have her own explanation. As expected, Wendy continued.

"Actually, I don't think it's anything. Joan just felt lonely and bored. She was very timid and shy when she was a child. She often hid behind me when seeing people. It was the same when you saw her until the past two years, even though I was there. I wasn’t bullied that much, but after all I didn’t have many friends…”

Holding the tea and looking at the water in the tea, Wendy seemed to think of those past years and couldn't help but smile.

"She didn't get better until she entered high school. Because she was in good physical condition, she won championships in many competitions, and she also participated in some fan groups such as baseball, so she was gradually sought after by many of her peers. She, she has gradually become more cheerful, and even as you just saw, some girls even call her the eldest sister."

As she spoke, Wendy couldn't help but laugh. She put down the tea cup in her hand, looked up at Roberts in front of her and said.

"In the final analysis, it's just a play between children, why do you care so much."

Roberts lowered his head, was silent for a moment, and then murmured.

"I just don't want her to go down the same path as me."

It was precisely because of his involvement that Roberts understood what kind of path this was, so he simply could not tolerate any sign of his daughter being involved.

Hearing this, Wendy couldn't help but shake her head.

"You are too sensitive..."

After saying that, she lowered her head, shook the teacup gently, and then said as if she was referring to something.

"Besides...can we really escape completely?"

What Wendy meant, Roberts understood, could people like them really keep their children completely out of contact with their own world?

Roberts was silent.

He looked at the body of the teacup. Suddenly, his eyes contracted slightly, as if he noticed something strange, but his face showed no strangeness. He just looked up at Wendy calmly and said.

"Wendy, please help me see where Joan has gone. I'm a little worried about her."

Wendy raised her head, first looked at him with some confusion, then looked at his expression, and then nodded.

"Okay, I'll go now."

When Wendy was about to leave, Roberts suddenly stopped her.

"etc!"

Then Wendy turned around in confusion. Before she could react, Roberts had already stepped forward and hugged her, and then said in her ear.

"I have wronged you for helping me take care of Qiong for so many years..."

Wendy also seemed to be moved, with a little mist in her eyes, biting her lip and nodded.

Then, Wendy also left, leaving Roberts alone in the entire villa. He sat back on the sofa, quietly drinking tea, waiting for the two of them to return...

On the street, Wendy was carrying a women's handbag, and then she passed by an ice cream shop. As if she had thought of something, she entered the ice cream shop, and all of this had been seen by a pair of secret eyes.

Looking at the surveillance camera somewhere, a man raised the walkie-talkie in his hand and said.

"Target B enters the XX ice cream shop and requests the personnel present to investigate. Repeat, target B enters the XX ice cream shop and requests the personnel present to investigate..."

It didn't take long for him to get a response.

"...the target was not found in the XX ice cream shop, the target has been lost, repeat, the target was not found in the XX ice cream shop, the target has been lost..."

The man was stunned, how could he lose him? The ice cream shop was only that big, where could she go?

But good fortune never comes alone, and misfortunes never come alone, and there was another response.

"Target A went to the toilet after drinking tea, but there has been no movement for 15 minutes. We suspect that we have been exposed..."

Listening to the news in silence, the man's face turned gloomy and he threw the walkie-talkie in his hand to the ground.

"FUCK! FUCKYOU!"

…

At the same time, on a street not far from the ice cream shop, a woman wearing sunglasses hurriedly walked through the crowd. She could still feel Roberts holding her... and writing slightly with his fingers on her back. of symbolic touch.

It was a secret communication symbol that only they could understand.

"We are being watched."

…

"Old-fashioned! Savage! Stinky guy! Bad guy..."

On the street, a pretty red-haired girl was walking while kicking an empty drink can and cursing angrily. She kicked the poor empty drink can around. Some passers-by frowned and tried to stop her, but she glared hard at her, shut her mouth abruptly, and had to leave in despair.

After her anger gradually subsided, the girl leaned against a wall and silently looked at the passers-by on the road.

Sometimes when she saw children being led by their parents, she would look at them silently, then flip her long hair, and then turn her head away, trying to stop herself from looking at them. That's it... isn't it?

Well, she is indeed envious, so what.

Although Wendy was very kind to her, she would feel cowardly no matter what if she had not been able to see her parents since she could remember, and the only "father" who was still around could only be seen once a year.

When Joan was very young, she always had a nightmare. She dreamed that even Wendy no longer wanted her, and that everyone no longer wanted her. She cried and shouted but could not call them back. Whenever she dreamed of this When dreaming, she would be frightened awake, and then hide under the quilt and choke and cry alone.

When she grew up, although she gradually stopped having such dreams, the fear of being abandoned always stayed with her for a long time...

My heart became inexplicably lost.

For some reason, she thought of the complicated and unspeakable expression on Roberts' face before she slammed the door and walked out. At that time, she was only angry but did not observe carefully. Looking back now, it seems that Roberts was also sad.

She is not stupid. When she was a child, she might not be able to understand why "dad didn't come back." But after living for so many years, she could vaguely guess that the complicated relationship between Wendy and Roberts was by no means "good friends", or even the two of them. Also has some special identity...

Sometimes she also fantasizes, is her father some kind of agent? Or an international thief? Or some kind of Batman who transforms into a night law enforcer at night? So for various reasons, you can't go home?

However, she no longer has such fantasies. How is this possible? Do you think it will be a movie?

When she thought of Roberts' complicated and unspeakable expression, she felt a deep sense of revenge in her heart, but at the same time, there was also some pity and intolerance. She understood that her father had his own difficulties, and she actually didn't want to Seeing Roberts look that sad...

No no no! He's the big bad guy! Worse than Hydra and not worthy of sympathy at all!

The girl who noticed the sympathy in her heart hurriedly shook her head, tried hard to slap her face, and took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the sympathy. She didn't want to sympathize with that guy at all. He deserved whatever he did.

At this moment, the sound of a motorcycle speeding by suddenly sounded beside her. The sound was so strong that the crowd's voice could not cover it up.

She turned her head in confusion, only to see a strong arm forcefully hugging the motorcycle beside her, and at the same time, gunshots suddenly rang out.

"Da da da!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

There were numerous screams and panic attacks behind her. Before Joan could react, she was instinctively trying to resist. The owner of the hand holding his own and wearing a driving helmet suddenly spoke out a familiar voice.

"Quick! Sit tight!"

That anxious voice...

Qiong couldn't help but look, wasn't that sharp eye and unshaven face his father? At the same time, the siren of a police car also sounded behind her. Qiong, who was still confused in her mind at this moment, could barely feel vaguely from the myriad of thoughts...

It seems that I am being hunted together with my father, whom I only see once a year? ! !