Only then did Peter realize that Aunt Mei, who was young, beautiful, energetic, and loved to dance, was already old.
She is no longer young, no longer has the vitality of her youth, her voice is hoarse, and her eyes are even a little short-sighted.
The little spider only felt a sore nose. The people closest to him, the people who were closer than his parents, were already so old, while he was still like a child, and he still had to worry them.
"Are you okay, Aunt May?"
"I'm fine. You should go home quickly. It's already past nine o'clock. We still have an hour to get to your place."
Aunt Mei had a good sleep and felt a little better. She tidied up the napkins on the table and looked up at the moved little spider.
"Be careful. I don't really like you riding a motorcycle. After all, it's just meat wrapped in iron. It's too dangerous."
Peter didn't get up. He quietly watched Aunt May folding the napkins.
"I'm worried about you. Uncle Ben often works overtime at night, and you are alone. If something happens, no one can take care of you."
Aunt Mei shrugged indifferently.
"I'm just an old woman, what else can happen to me? Even to rob them, they have to pick a rich man. Your uncle Ben's monthly salary has been used to pay off the mortgage, and he also has to pay for insurance. There is not much money left, but you , it’s time to prepare some money to marry a wife.”
She put the napkin away
"No matter what, I'm tired, you should go home early"
As she said that, she took out a fifty-dollar Franklin note from a small bag and put it in Little Spider's hand.
"Here, happy birthday, good boy! You need the money more than I do."
Peter didn't move. He looked into Aunt May's eyes.
"No, I can't have it."
"Yes you, you have to take it, for God's sake, it's not much, but take it, you have to hold it for me!"
"Okay, I'll take it."
Peter saw Aunt May's excitement and knew he couldn't refuse her kindness.
Aunt Mei's eyes were filled with tears, as if she was thinking of some sad past events. Her voice was trembling as she helped Little Spider adjust his collar.
"I love you, child. Although you are not my biological child, your Uncle Ben and I have always regarded you as our own child. Although you have lost your parents, you still have Ben and me, but you have grown up. You need to face the outside world by yourself. Your uncle Ben and I are already old and can't give you more help. I can only do my best to give you everything I have. Alas, I don't know what else I can do. What."
Aunt Mei's tears finally shed, and she reluctantly kissed Peter on the cheek.
"Come see me and your uncle Ben more often when you have time. You haven't been back for almost half a year—"
Peter took a deep breath and held back the tears in his eyes. For such a long time, he did not cry when facing the gangster's gun, nor did he cry when his body was scratched by the gangster with a knife. His spider silk was broken and he fell from the tenth floor, but he didn't cry.
But today, in front of his dearest Aunt Mei, his feelings seemed to have found an outlet, and he wanted to be loud and painful.
The man sheds tears easily because he has not reached the sad point.
But in order not to worry Aunt May, Peter swallowed his tears hard, which were a little bitter and a little salty.
Without letting Aunt Mei come out to deliver it, Little Spider walked out carrying the plastic bag containing the remaining cake.
In the winter in New York, the cold wind is biting, and even the little spider with eight times the strength of the human body can't help but tighten his tight clothes.
Late at night, several dogs barked in the community, making Brooklyn seem even quieter and deeper at night.
"Hey!"
A sweet voice came.
Peter felt happy and quickly turned around to see that it was Mary Jane sitting at the door of her house.
He was wearing a thick mink fur coat.
"Hey, why are you still here?"
Peter's voice was hoarse, his vocal cords soaked with tears.
He slowly walked into the girl he liked
"I saw your poster."
Mary Jane shrugged, her pretty figure seemed like an arrogant and independent plum blossom in the dark night, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.
"Well, isn't it funny? I'm really embarrassed."
"No, you are very beautiful. I feel very happy to see you every day."
The little spider breathed hotly and said what was in his heart.
Mary Jane's eyes were as gentle as water, looking at the little spider
"Nice to see you tonight, Peter."
The fragrant and hot breath sprayed onto the little spider's face through the distance between the two, making him feel relaxed and happy.
The little spider looked at the beauty in front of him. Her skin was white and tender, exuding a charming luster under the dim street lights. She had pink face and peach cheeks, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be telling something.
The faint beauty was slightly curved, just like a wisp of smoke, and the light lip gloss made him want to kiss her.
"Oh, God!"
Peter couldn't help shouting.
"what are you saying?"
Mary Jane took another step forward, and now the little spider could even see a few eyelashes on Mary Jane's beautiful eyes.
From Little Spider's point of view, it seemed that she could vaguely see the material and brand of her dress. They were all high-end goods that Little Spider had never seen before.
And Mary Jane didn't seem to care about her exposure. The aura exuding from Peter's body made her intoxicated. She was expecting Peter to say the words "love tiger oil".
After reading thousands of stories, Peter still loves himself the most.
And if a woman can't get what she loves, then it's good to have someone who loves her.
"Want to say something to me?"
Peter's breathing began to get heavier, and a fire seemed to burn in his chest, scurrying around, trying to find an exit.
He had many things to say to the girl in front of him, his secrets, his thoughts, his feelings.
"I, I guess, I wonder if you still live here."
Peter swallowed and his words took another turn.
Mary Jane's face was full of disappointment, her plump lips trembled a few times, she pressed them together tightly, and just looked into Peter's eyes quietly.
"You're so unpredictable."
She raised her left hand and placed it on Peter's cheek.
The cold little hands made people feel distressed. The little spider looked at her blankly, his eyes full of hesitation.
"Peter"
"What?"
"Happybirthday!"
After Mary Jane said this, she left him with a back view, turned around and left with small steps.
There was a conflict between heaven and man in Peter's mind, as if two villains were quarreling.
One told him to catch up quickly, bravely rush forward, get on the bus first and then pay the ticket.
The other villain is radiating white light. For love, peace, and justice, you must sacrifice yourself. If Mary Jane follows you and is afraid every day, can you bear it
At a time of dilemma.
Mary Jane stopped and said angrily:
"Hi Peter! I'm dating someone!"