call!
The father and son put down the tableware and took a long breath, with satisfaction on their faces.
Comfortable!
"Dad's cooking is still delicious." Eric praised it and said, "It still tastes the same as before."
Charles smiled and said: "Sometimes, I really wonder, Dad, whether you have spent time in China, or whether you were a Chinese in your previous life."
Mike was startled for a moment, pinched his chin and said in deep thought: "Is it that obvious?"
"Hahaha!" Charles smiled and said, "Your favorable impression of China is obviously beyond the average person."
Eric nodded and said with a strange expression: "I remember that when you read the news, when it talked about China, you read it very seriously. Even when it mentioned something bad about China, you sneered and scolded the person who spoke. A pig.”
Charles pointed his fingers and said: "You celebrate Chinese festivals, you can also cook delicious Chinese dishes, and you can even bargain in Chinese in Chinatown. You have a clear affection for China..."
He looked up at Mike and said with a strange expression: "Dad, you haven't had anything happen to China, have you? For example, have you had an unforgettable love story with a Chinese?"
Mike shrugged indifferently, then slapped Charles on the forehead, slapping away Charles's gossipy expression, and said disgustedly: "Go away, there is no such thing as love!"
Mike smiled, put away the tableware, and said, "I just like China very much!"
I just like it to the core of my being.
Adding silently in his mind, Mike turned and walked into the kitchen.
"I'm going to make some coffee."
Eric stood up and walked toward the door.
Charles called back and said, "Cook two more cups. Dad and I both want it."
Eric waved his hand to show his understanding, opened the door and walked out.
He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and patted it with his hand. After a cigarette jumped out, he took it and stuffed it into his mouth. When he touched his pocket, he forgot to take the lighter.
He patted his forehead and was about to go back to the room to get a lighter when a hand holding a lighter stretched out from beside him.
"Um?"
He froze for a moment and smiled at Charles.
"I knew you couldn't help but come here to smoke."
Charles lit it, put the lighter into his pocket, and said, "I'm going to make coffee, and... stop smoking."
Eric nodded, exhaling a puff of smoke leisurely, looking contented.
A gust of cold wind blew, and Eric shivered, but the smoke he exhaled hit his face, making him cough uncontrollably.
Unable to help but curse in his heart, Eric stubbornly blew out a puff of smoke into the wind again. When the smoke hit his face, he turned away and couldn't help laughing.
After smiling, a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.
They went home, but what was he going to do next
With his academic qualifications, he would definitely have nothing to worry about in his life, but living like this for the rest of his life would make him unhappy.
With a flick of his finger, the metal lighter floated out from his pocket, flying and spinning on his fingertips.
His abilities have become more and more powerful over the past few years.
He always felt that God gave him this ability for a reason.
But he hasn't found the reason yet.
He believed Charles felt the same about these things.
When they were in college, they had already discussed this issue, but in the end... there was no result from the discussion.
In other words, they actually vaguely understand what they need to do, but they dare not take the first step.
After smoking a cigarette, his mind was still very confused. Eric cursed, snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, then shook his head with a wry smile and strode back to the house.
After opening the door, there was only the sound of the TV. He looked up and saw Mike and Charles sitting on the sofa, watching the news seriously. A smile appeared on his face. When he was about to call them, his eyes were also caught by the TV. The news here attracted me.
On the TV, news about mutants was being broadcast.
Several mutant children were arrested for using their powers to commit crimes, and while they were being arrested, they were shouting the Black Queen's name.
Then, there was another news record, which contained what the Black Queen had done over the years, leading the mutants of Hellfire.
While Eric watched, he slowly walked to the sofa and sat next to Mike.
The news is not over yet, news about mutants is still playing.
Some people condemn mutants, some even say that mutants are monsters and mutants are criminals. Of course, there are also people who sympathize with mutants...
Mike noticed the expressions of the two people and turned off the TV.
The two of them were silent, their expressions looking very solemn and a little confused.
For a moment, Charles was the first to break the silence.
He forced a smile and said, "It's better to be a kid."
There are always cartoons on TV.
He suddenly remembered the time he and Eric grabbed the TV signal box and accidentally saw the encrypted channel.
That time, he was really impressed, but he didn't see it once after that, and he hasn't seen it even now.
Because after experiencing a series of actual battles, he suddenly felt that this thing was just like that...
His thoughts suddenly took a turn, and Charles quickly restrained himself. He placed his hands on the back of his head, leaned back slightly, and sighed.
Eric shook his head and said, "But we can't be children forever."
The two fell silent.
Mike stood up, brought coffee to the two of them, sat across from them, pushed the coffee in front of them, and took a sip himself.
It is very bitter, but after the bitterness, it is very fragrant, and there is even a hint of sweetness that continues to spread.
He looked at the two of them and suddenly said: "Don't you really have any ideas?"
The two of them suddenly looked up at Mike, their expressions were stupefied, but they felt relieved after being seen through.
The two couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and when they saw Mike smiling at them, they couldn't help but laugh.
"Tell me what you think. Also, don't worry about me. I'm not as rigid as you think."
With that said, Mike winked at the two of them and said with a smile, "Maybe I can give you some suggestions."
The two nodded, and after a few seconds of silence, Eric said: "Dad, did Charles and I come to this world to do something? Otherwise, why would we have this ability?"
Mike put down the cup in his hand and said: "What to do? This ability is yours. No matter what you do, it is your own choice! It is not about asking you to do something, but what you are willing to use this ability to do."
"As long as you are willing, even if you are picking up garbage, you will be happy."
"Think about what you want to do with them."
The two fell silent, and Charles smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, we already had an idea before, but we were just afraid that you would object, Dad."
Mike raised his eyebrows, but he already had the answer in his heart.
Eric said: "We have to do something for mutants."