Chapter 10

From their brief conversation, An Li was able to vaguely understand what had happened.

The monsters she drew were not as violent as the manic-depressive ones today. They had a certain level of rationality and would help An Li. Most importantly, when Deadpool used the pen, the awakened monsters only chased after him.

From this, it could be inferred that anyone other than An Li who used the pen would be cursed by the pen itself and would chase after the other party relentlessly.

If her pen was taken away in the future, she did not have to worry about what others would do. After all, the more she drew, the faster she died.

… For example, Deadpool.

The suitcase was placed not far from Deadpool, so it was not convenient to go up and take it.

The students in the training room were all in high spirits and working very hard. There was a series of explosions coming from inside the room. An Li could not stand it anymore. She leaned against the door and asked, "Is it okay to hit him like this?"

"Don't worry. Sometimes he will even blow himself up for fun."

An Li was speechless.

The newly shaved Warhead, dressed in black, squatted in the corner and looked at her. She had stayed at the X-Men headquarters for a while, but she had never heard of An Li.

But it seemed that the teachers all knew An Li.

She took out a piece of gum and chewed it expressionlessly. "Who is this?

She looks like an ordinary person. "

After knowing that Professor X and Wolverine were not here, An Li no longer carefully controlled her thoughts like before.

Beast wanted to say something to her, but in the end, he just patted her shoulder silently, as if he was talking to a child.

An Li also squatted down, squinted her eyes and smiled. "I used to be a transfer student here. I didn't stay for long, so it's normal that you haven't seen me."

"You're also a mutant?"

"Warhead!" Hank scolded, telling her to stop asking.

An Li was stunned.

She thought for a moment and recalled that she had a 'glorious' past. Then she replied, "Kind of."

"What's your ability?"

"To make everyone like me." An Li spouted nonsense with a straight face.

She chewed her gum and said, "I don't hate you."

"Me too."

The two of them reached a consensus.

If it weren't for the fact that her suitcase was still in the house, An Li probably wouldn't have stayed there for long.

In the early hours of the morning, the villa was still noisy. Deadpool's provocative words could still be heard from far away. Since it involved some of the 18 forbidden words, I won't go into detail here.

An Li quietly walked downstairs. It was dark outside. The wind swept through the woods, making rustling sounds and the sound of raindrops falling on the ground.

The steps were smooth, and the dim light was still not bright enough. She walked down the stairs carefully and sat on the clean side.

An Li knew from the sound of footsteps behind her that she was definitely not an exception.

"Why don't you go in?

You know, they haven't seen you for a long time. "

"Homesick?

Perhaps. "

Quicksilver deliberately lowered the sound of his footsteps to avoid scaring her.

He squatted beside An Li, adjusted his goggles, and wiped them with his collar. Then he continued, "You're doing well in the big city?

We watched your movie. "

An Li said, "… What's wrong with you guys?"

What Quicksilver didn't tell An Li was that one day two years ago, Logan was in the mood to organize a movie viewing event. The entire school, including the principal, Charles, sat in the auditorium. Although there were only a few dozen mutated humans.

They were prepared and watched An Li's movie very solemnly.

After the movie's opening, An Li suddenly appeared on the screen. She was wearing a black windbreaker and sunglasses. She had a gun strapped to her slender legs. She looked cold and confident. They immediately clapped excitedly while guessing what would happen next.

At this time, there was a sudden bang. The majestic big sister An Li on the screen fell to the ground with a thud. She spat out blood. She didn't even have time to say anything before she took her lunch.

Everyone was shocked.

Their clapping hands paused awkwardly in place. The group of people maintained their dazed and blank gazes as they watched the smelly and long two-hour movie. What made them disappointed was that An Li did not come back to life even at the last moment.

"…"

Charles, who was sitting in a wheelchair in the last row, was silent.

At the end of the cast list, An Li's name appeared. His lips curled up.

Quicksilver glanced at him, only to find that he was laughing out loud.

At that time, An Li still maintained a rate of one letter a month. She bragged about how free she was in the big city and how she spent money like water.

That month, her agent, Lyon, suddenly received a movie contract. The investor named An Li as the female lead. He said he liked her performance and invested tens of millions of dollars. It wasn't an action movie.

There were no hidden rules, no meeting, and the script was very proper. There were no emotional scenes. Even Lyon felt like he had seen a ghost.

An Li liked the script. Relying on the role, she became popular and got a lot of money. She barely squeezed from the eighteenth to the tenth.

But from beginning to end, she didn't know who the investor was.

Later, An Li moved several times. Her life was in a mess, and she gradually forgot about writing letters.

Peter Pan was going back home, and the Utopia here was nothing more than a special enough memory of her teenage years.

…

The two of them fell silent.

The sky gradually turned white, and the smell of rain in the cracks of the bricks gradually dissipated. It didn't seem so strange anymore.

An Li rubbed her sleepy eyes and said, "I have to go." She still had things to do and couldn't be delayed.

"Wait for a while. The professors will be back today. They will be happy to see you."

"Forget it." Anne glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. "I don't want all my thoughts to be seen clearly."

The two of them entered the door one after the other and bumped into several people.

They pretended to be chatting, and An Li coughed a few times when she came in.

Hank asked, "Are you leaving?"

An Li pointed to the practice room. "I have to bring Deadpool with me."

"Do you know that guy?"

An Li's expression was serious, and her gray eyes didn't blink. "No, I'm just helping others."

Ten minutes later.

Deadpool, who was wearing a mask, had a blue handkerchief in his mouth. He was tied up, and only his legs could walk freely.

An Li took his arm and pulled the suitcase with the other hand. The two of them stood at the school gate and said goodbye to everyone with a smile, even though there were people on both sides who were reluctant.

Deadpool: "Wuuuuuu!

(That suitcase was originally yours!) "

An Li pinched the only remaining soft flesh on the inside of his arm and maintained a smiling expression. "You'd better learn to be silent, or I'll call for help."

Someone drove them to the town. An Li untied Deadpool and removed the handkerchief from his mouth. The two of them watched the taxi go away. Deadpool crossed his arms and said, "Girl, that pen was yours, right?"

"So?" An Li pulled up the suitcase and looked at him. "Don't think about it. You saw the result."

"Can anything you draw come true?"

An Li didn't avoid the topic. "Follow me, and quickly take your dangerous suitcase away."

"Have you ever tried to draw on your face?"

"Are you crazy?

I'm shameless. "

"It doesn't matter. I'm shameless."

An Li: "…"

The representative of shamelessness.

Deadpool's endless chatter was quite annoying. An Li pretended to be deaf and mute all the way, but still couldn't escape his bombardment.

When he pulled the suitcase out of the door, he already had An Li's contact information and vowed never to mention it to anyone else.

"I haven't tried to draw on a human body yet. I can't use you as a test subject."

"It doesn't matter. I'm always ready to be your," he paused and said ambiguously, "slave."

"Bang!"

An Li slammed the door with a blank expression, almost flattening Deadpool's nose.

He shrugged in disappointment and finally left with the suitcase. When asking for help, try not to anger the other party too many times. Deadpool hoped that An Li could restore his handsome face like Tom Cruise.

She held the pen in her hand.

An Li sorted out the dirty clothes one by one and threw them into the washing machine to wash.

She recalled what happened today and shook her head to let herself be immersed in the problem about the pen.

Tomorrow, she would go to the old lady's house to take a look, hoping to find something.

This pen brought her more trouble than convenience. An Li wanted to rely on the pen to be a happy little rich woman, but for now, she could only be a happy poor person.

Lyon, the manager, shouted himself hoarse during the voice call. He seriously suspected that An Li wanted to take the opportunity to escape the audition again.

An Li put the phone on speaker and repeatedly promised that she would be back in a few days, while packing the things in the suitcase.

"I got you the role of Black Widow!

You'll miss the audition if you don't come back! "

"Black Widow?" An Li repeated in surprise, "Is it a puppet show that requires a head cover?

Like the Garden Baby? "

"… Go to hell." Lyon hung up the phone angrily.

An Li shrugged.

People nowadays were too humorless. Being too serious and nervous would only cause endocrine disorders and premature aging.

Her actions at this moment were extremely similar to Deadpool's.

An Li suddenly flipped to the photo in the compartment.

It was a photo of Tony Stark, reminding her that this strange matter had not been solved yet.

She recalled Deadpool's words and pondered for a moment. Then she took out the pen and tentatively drew a pink flower on Iron Man's head.

The color was pink and very cute.

After she finished drawing, the room was quiet and there was no movement.

An Li waited for a while and yawned sleepily. Old people couldn't stand staying up late, so they could only go to bed early.

She changed into her pajamas and fell asleep on the bed with her head back.

The photo was casually placed on the desk. Iron Man had a confident expression on it. The flower on his head looked a little funny, but also indescribably cute.

In her sleep, An Li seemed to dream that she used to run in the yard and play a game where she could never outrun Quicksilver.

The oak tree they were running around grew taller and taller, and the green was lush and luxuriant.

…

Stark woke up from a strange dream. He didn't know why, but he actually dreamed that he had become a big tree. The feeling of growing taller and taller, and the branches and leaves all over his body was really strange.

He yawned and tiredly walked into the bathroom. He picked up his toothbrush and began to brush his teeth. He glanced at the mirror and suddenly, he quivered. His somewhat muddle-headed mind was more than half awake.

Stark stared blankly at himself in the mirror and rubbed his eyes to make sure that he wasn't seeing things.

His messy hair hadn't been tidied up yet, and there was actually a pink flower growing on the top of his head.

He shook his head gently, and the flower in the mirror also shook. He gently touched the pink petals. They were very fresh and tender, as if they still contained the most sparkling dew in the morning.

The toothbrush in his mouth fell into the sink with a thud, and the foam splashed everywhere.

"…"

Dead silence.

A long dead silence.