Backyard of Long Island.
The sun shines on the neatly trimmed Lawn, giving it a bit of warmth.
Lynn was sitting in a rattan lounge chair, holding a cup of still steaming Black Tea in his hand.
A dozen meters away, Black Noir set up a charcoal grill and was flipping several thick-cut steaks that were sizzling with oil with tongs.
Fireworks floated along the breeze, diluting the desertedness in the yard a little.
Lynn looked at this spacious Lawn, his eyes gradually became lost in thought.
Ten years ago, this piece of Backyard suffered from old sins.
Reggie practices sprinting here, often leaving charred ravines on the turf;
Tommy's Telekinesis will often knock Lawn away;
Annie likes to sit on Lawn and draw, Kevin is like a little fan holding Fish Tank and watching quietly;
As for the four little guys carrying turtle shells, they will fight fiercely on Lawn for the last piece of pizza.
There is also Benjamin, who will hide in the corner and smoke secretly.
At that time, Backyard was so noisy every day that it gave people a headache.
But now, it's too quiet.
Thanks to Black Noir, Lawn is now smooth without a trace of weeds.
Lynn took a sip of Black Tea and swallowed the warm liquid down his throat, but he couldn't help but feel a slight soreness in his heart.
Ten years.
For him lying in Cryogenic Chamber, it was just a moment of closing and opening his eyes.
But for those children, those were the most precious ten years of their lives.
He missed the adolescence when their voices changed, missed their first rebellion, missed the whole process of their growth from stumbling freaks to adults.
This regret of absence is like a sponge filled with water, weighing heavily on my heart.
There was a soft sound of footsteps on the grass nearby.
John came over.
He did not pull up the chair, but naturally sat down on the steps next to the Lynn lounge chair.
John turned his head, followed Lynn's gaze to look at the empty Lawn, and then looked at the sadness on Lynn's face that had not had time to calm down.
"Actually, driving them out United States and Vought is not because I hate them."
John is holding the wine bottle in both hands, with his elbows resting on his knees.
His voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself or explaining.
Lynn turned his head and looked at him quietly.
"After that rainy night ten years ago, Vought became a complete mess."
John stared at a fallen leaf on Lawn, his eyes calm,
"Various forces at home and abroad are planning to knock me down from the sky every day. If they can't kill me, they will try to kill the people around me."
He paused and turned to look at Lynn.
There is a maturity beyond his years in those blue eyes.
"I can now be said to be the public enemy of all countries. It is too dangerous to stay with United States and stay with me."
"I don't want them to have to sleep with one eye open every day, and I don't want them to have to be constantly on the lookout for cold shots when walking on the street."
"I don't want to go to anyone's funeral."
Lynn listened quietly, without any preaching, just listened quietly.
John smiled, with a bit of relief in his smile.
"Besides, they shouldn't be trapped here."
John raised his head and looked at the blue sky high above Long Island,
"Reggie likes to rap, Tommy likes to play games, Annie likes to draw, and Kevin likes those animals in the water. They should have the opportunity to pursue their dreams, run around the world, and do what they really want to do."
"Vought is a man-eating quagmire, and United States is just a terrible place. They shouldn't spend their whole lives here. It's better to go out and have a look than to follow me and be afraid."
Backyard wind blew by, picking up a few fallen leaves.
Lynn After hearing these words, he remained silent for a long time.
He looked at John sitting on the steps.
That child has really grown up.
He learned to use this clumsy and decisive way to protect his family.
Lynn reached out and patted John's broad shoulder.
The force was not strong, but it instantly relaxed John's tight back.
He is afraid that Lynn will not understand him, not support him, or criticize him.
John's eyes were slightly raised, and he was smiling.
Sure enough, Lynn is still the same Lynn, the gentle and considerate Lynn.
Black Noir knocked on the edge of the barbecue not far away, picked up a piece of steak that was browned and oily, put it on a white porcelain plate, and walked towards them with it.
The sun shines on Lawn, and the aroma of barbecue gradually overwhelms the coolness in the wind.
John looked at Lynn, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.
At this moment, John wishes that time could freeze here.
Forget it, let's wait until other family members come back, take a group photo, and then freeze it.
The sun gradually sets towards the west.
The three Menghulu didn't say much, everything was in silence.
Lynn was leaning on the recliner, holding the cup of Black Tea that was no longer steaming.
Everything is peaceful.
But Lynn's brows were always frowning slightly.
After waking up from Cryogenic Chamber, although his body was still a little stiff, all functions were improving rapidly.
But there always seemed to be a lingering fog in his mind, which made his spirit a little vicissitudes.
He always felt that he had forgotten something.
And I forgot some very important things.
It's like being sealed.
Lynn closed his eyes, trying to sink his thoughts into the depths of his mind, and review his life trajectory from beginning to end.
The scenes before the time travel flashed through my mind like a faded old movie.
In the cramped living room, my father smashed the teacup, my mother cried hysterically, and there were daily quarrels about divorce.
During that time, almost all his childhood memories were packed in the old house of his grandparents' house.
Later, when he entered high school, his grandparents passed away. In order to escape the oppression at home, he lived in the school dormitory for three full years.
Afterwards, I was admitted to an ordinary normal university. After graduation, I picked up the chalk and became a teacher.
When he opened his eyes again, all he saw was the dazzling incandescent light of Vought Underground Laboratory.
I met John who was still a little kid at that time.
After surviving two years of laboratory life, I finally moved into Long Island Estate with John.
The trajectory of his subsequent life is clearly visible.
The formation of Vanguard Camp, Reggie, Tommy, Annie, Kevin were taken over.
Then there are Black Noir, Benjamin and the four green Little Turtles who love pizza.
Until Pentagon that rainy night with lightning and thunder.
A ball of miserable green light came towards my face.
That was the last scene in his memory.
After that, he opened his eyes in Cryogenic Chamber and saw John wearing an ill-fitting hoodie.
The trajectory is very complete.
Whether it's the trivial matters of the past life or the thrilling moments of this life, every node can be perfectly aligned.
But what exactly did you forget?
Lynn Press your temples with your thumbs and rub them gently.
The groggy feeling in my head did not ease, but instead caused a sharp stabbing pain due to excessive recollection.
It's like a puzzle piece that is put together perfectly. The edges are obviously perfect, but a piece is inexplicably missing in the middle.
This missing corner made him feel unreasonably irritated.
"What's wrong?"
John's tone was a little nervous, "Is it a side effect of freezing? Chest pain or headache?"
While talking, he even wanted to send Lynn to the hospital immediately.
"It's okay."
Lynn pressed John's shoulders to stop his movements, "I just slept for too long, my head is a bit heavy, and I always feel like I have lost something and I don't remember it."
John breathed a sigh of relief.
"If you can't remember it, don't think about it."
John said softly, "No matter what is lost, there will be plenty of time to find it slowly in the future."
Lynn looked at him and nodded lightly.
At this moment, a crisp "beep" sound broke the silence in the yard.
The sound came from John's ears.
Ashley's somewhat excited voice came out clearly.
"Sir! The police have arrested Marge! She is currently being held at the police station. Do you think it is necessary to transfer her to Supe prison in Vought?"
As soon as this sentence came out.
John even forgot to hang up immediately.
He turned his head stiffly and looked at Lynn on the recliner.
Lynn is also looking at him.
It was obvious that he had clearly heard what was said in the communicator just now.