Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 143

The speed of time flowed in a trance and slowed down, slowing down to a sharp blunt knife. The huge square was so silent that even the sound of the wind stopped for a while, only the beating sound of the heart beating in the chest cavity was heard.

Tony didn't know what was wrong with him.He raised his hand to wipe his eyes. The emotion that surged up for no reason just now was a whim of his body and he couldn't control himself. He didn't like to lose his composure in front of strangers. After wiping his eyes, he quickly glanced at Willy's face from the corner of his eye.

The manager of the chocolate factory was standing straight beside him with a cane, his eyes never squinting, his face never changing, as if he didn't see anything, and even if he saw it, he didn't care.

Crying for adults is a very boring thing. The sound of crying is not good, the appearance is not beautiful at all, and it will convey meaningless sadness.

The Oberompas in Willy's factory never cry, so they can guarantee extremely high work efficiency.

Tuanzi stood beside his father, raised his head, and could see the old gentleman's ass draped over his father's shoulders.

It's really not polite to point your butt at people.

Howard finished what he just said to Tony very lightly and quickly, feeling very uncomfortable.

More than 20 years have passed by, and his son is no longer young.

Maria hurt others because of Tony's extra gray hair, and felt distressed that he wasted his life in self-sacrifice, but Howard saw his son's gray hair and suddenly realized that life is short.

His life was short and Tony's was short.

How long can a person live?At least one day, at most a hundred years, as a parent, birth, old age, sickness and death are not terrible, but watching children experience birth, old age, sickness and death is the saddest thing.

Howard turned away.

Even if Tony couldn't see it, the father still unconsciously pretended to be a father in front of his son. He was always taciturn and couldn't express his love when he was alive.

He didn't hug Tony as tightly as Maria did.

Seeing the father and son of the Stark family, laughing and crying, after the grief, and seeing their reunion, they couldn't help but burst into tears.

The old father's old father turned around and saw the relieved expression on his wife's face.

Howard tensed up, then felt uncomfortable all over, and said with a straight face: "I'm done."

It was only then that I realized that Tony's awkward appearance was almost exactly the same as his father's, with a stubborn mouth and even micro expressions.

"We have to meet once a year, and there is no need to have such a sense of ritual every time." Howard said.

"But." Maria asked, "Howard, how many more years can we see this?"

Howard then fell silent.

Tony, who was completely unaware, saved his gaffe in time. His father's hand left his shoulder, and the emotion that came in a hurry disappeared. Daughter, the night was getting dark, and he had the idea of ​​leaving.

"No hurry." Willie said, "I can see she's playing very well."

This "she" refers to Daisy, of course.

He pointed his head at the child, and by the way, turned the attention of the Starks to the little baby Daisy who was looking around curiously.

Seeing the child, Maria quickly wiped away her tears, showed half a smile, and stretched out her hand to Daisy.

"This is my little granddaughter," she said.

Tuanzi put his hands behind his back.

Maria liked her, seeing that she didn't want to shake hands, she just reached out to touch the corner of the witch's black robe, and said softly, "Thank you, Daisy."

Howard looked down at Tuanzi all the time, without opening his mouth, and was very cold.

After a while, he said slowly: "You actually chose him as your father. You have no vision."

This is not a good word, fortunately Daisy doesn't know what it means to have no vision, and also fortunately there is a wandering spirit sneaking over silently with a raspberry kite, diverting Daisy's attention.

"This is Tony Stark, isn't it?" the soul asked.

When he opened his mouth, he was still a young man.

Maria said yes, and he cheered up: "I like Iron Man. Can I hug him?"

Tony couldn't feel it anyway.

It's just a start, and out of nowhere, many souls who like Iron Man come out. It's like a meeting, scrambling to get in touch with Tony.

If the old father knew that there were a large group of inhumans around him, he would just want to touch his hands, his face, or his hair, and he would gasp for cold air and get goosebumps all over the floor.

So growing up and losing his childlike innocence, not seeing what Willie called purer things, was not entirely a bad thing for him.

It was so crowded that the Starks were almost pushed away from Tony.

But the principle that ginger is still old and spicy is applicable both in ancient and modern China and abroad, and it is also applicable to non-human beings.

Maria hid behind her husband, but Howard was unhurried.

This kind of scene has been experienced many times. In the first ten years, he was the one who was surrounded. Later, his son became Iron Man, and old Stark's fans were completely sucked away.

As for those ghosts holding their hearts and souls and yelling, such as "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh' Ya blushed.

The redness is mainly because Tony Stark's mother fan, every time I meet, it is attributed to Howard's love debt when he was young and romantic.

The old father's old father was speechless.

So when encountering such a scene, Howard would always put his hand into his suit pocket.

Take out a wad of dollar bills.

The goddess scattered flowers.

Loved in life, loved after death.Almost all the souls rushed over with a "hula" and happily picked up the banknotes flying in the sky.

What father, what son, what husband, all left behind.

It's really plastic star chasing.

The little daughter of the Stark family also went to pick up money.

Daisy was still trying to figure out where she had seen these two people. Before she could figure it out, Howard spilled a lot of banknotes. I can’t blame this little love for money. The main thing is that it’s funny, and the scraps of paper fell on the ground , she ran over with her chubby legs, bent down to pick one up.

From Tony's point of view, it was the daughter who ran away and squatted on the ground to pick up a candy.

In the chaos, one could faintly hear the ticking sound of the hands moving on the dial.

Maria approached Tony, hugged him again, this time without tears, and said softly: "I have to say this every year, I wish you could hear it, Tony."

"We don't hold any grudges." She said, "I just want you to be happy and safe."

Howard didn't plan to say anything more to Tony.

He had looked at his son many times, and when the clock was ticking louder and the souls around him began to withdraw from the square, he turned his gaze to Daisy who had returned to Tony with the money and candy, bent down, and acted like an incomparable Serious stubborn old man.

Tuanzi snuggled up to her father, and on rare occasions when she was cowardly, her neck shrank like a bunny.

"Tell him to cut down on the bar. It's not good for the body." Howard said.

"Also." He immediately stretched out his hand and pinched Daisy's tender face, "Daisy Stark, I am your grandpa."

Daisy's neck shrinks even more.She soon found out that she didn't feel her face being pinched, so she poked her head out curiously, and listened to Howard's words again, her red mouth clicked, and she followed suit.

"grandfather."

The moment the words came out, the twelve o'clock bell rang throughout the factory.

The night wind swept across, causing people to close their eyes slightly, and when they opened them again, there was nothing in front of them.

"I think it's time to take my daughter home." Tony turned to Willie and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Wonka."

Willie didn't stop him this time. He smiled slightly, raised his cane and said, "The timing is just right."

Tony then picked up his daughter, watched Willy beckoning, and the transparent elevator when the roof of the factory exploded again. There was still an indelible obsession in his mind: this is completely unscientific.

After thinking about this, he lowered his head and asked the baby moving around in his arms: "What did you just say?"

The chocolate taste on the nose becomes more and more intense.

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The trip to the chocolate factory on Halloween was magical, and what was even more magical was that when Tony woke up the next day, he found that no one except himself and his daughter remembered what happened.

Wendy watched them go out with her own eyes, came to work today, and asked casually when they were going to visit the chocolate factory.

Faced with Tony's questions, the nanny didn't know anything.

"Mr. Stark, it's a pity that your imagination doesn't write novels." Wendy said sincerely.

Jarvis didn't know either.

Tony later checked Willy Wonka, and the page was blank, as if he appeared and disappeared out of thin air without leaving a trace.

On the website, the owner of the Wonka Chocolate Factory is not called Willy, but Charlie.

The gold prize ticket also mysteriously evaporated from home, no matter how Wendy looked for it, she couldn't find it.

But I don’t know if I should call it lucky. Apart from the memories of Tony and Daisy, there is still a bag of candies brought back from the chocolate factory that can prove this adventure.

The magic candy that Willie had been boasting about was now in a bag, and it was no different from ordinary candy.

Tony is more like having the same weird dream with his daughter without any logic and rationality at all.

Daisy's dream may be more exciting.

"Are you still bothered by the Chocolate Factory, Mr. Stark?" Jarvis asked.

When the smart housekeeper asked the question, the chairman was staring at the candies in the bag in a daze.

Hearing the words, Tony came back to his senses, took a piece of candy and put it in his mouth, then picked up a thick stack of armor test reports on the table, and said casually: "Don't worry about useless things."

He really did what he said. He washed and went to bed after reading a book for a while, and he could still enjoy a night of high-quality sleep without dreams.

The night fades and the sun shines through the window.

The next morning, Tony woke up to Jarvis' panicked calls.

The chairman opened his eyes in a daze, with sleepiness still lingering on his handsome face, he sat up with support, and found that his head was much heavier.

Suddenly feeling something was wrong, I raised my hand to touch it.

So smooth right now.

Not only slippery, but also more, and longer.

What a beautiful hair.