Chapter 327 Morgan and Tifa (Must-see the pit-filling chapter)

  Christmas has just passed, and winter is getting deeper.

   Light snow keeps falling outside the window of the wooden house, painting the outside world into a white piece of graffiti.

  In a room of the wooden house, Morgan Stark stood on a table, tiptoed with difficulty, and placed the last puppet on the new window.

The blond girl clapped her hands, and the white skirt fluttered and jumped off the table. She looked at the window decorations filled with plush dolls, and then looked back at the line of steel battleships lined up behind her. Clothes, revealing a smug smile.

  She happily trot to the bedside, put the bear puppet next to the pillow into her arms, rubbed it with her immature face, pricked her nose excitedly and whispered: "I did it, teacher."

  If you want to be a superhero, you must maintain your childlike innocence, which is also her original intention.

  Every word Mr. Yiba said, Morgan Stark remembered in his heart, and worked hard to put it into action.

  Since the death of her father, Iron Man, Morgan has been feeling very uncomfortable, but once she brought it up, her mother will feel even more uncomfortable, so she has been hiding it silently in her heart, even deceiving her father that she has not left.

   Until that day.

  The artificial intelligence Saturday, that is, the appearance of Teacher Yiba, broke her illusion that afternoon.

  Teacher Yiba said: "When a person dies, he is dead, and he no longer exists."

   This brought her back to reality.

  At that time, Morgan felt that the teacher was really abominable, a complete villain, a cold and heartless artificial intelligence.

   But later, it was the teacher who accompanied her all the time and took her out of the wooden house to the outside world, knowing the meaning of her father's sacrifice.

  Teacher has saved her many times. His presence makes people feel at ease. If he is guarding her, she can sleep peacefully.

   Later, the teacher said again: "There are infinite possibilities in this world. If you can grow up, it is not impossible to see your father again in the future."

  At that moment, Morgan felt his heart start beating vigorously, full of expectations for the future.

  Although the teacher left the Stark family later, Morgan knew that he had been protecting himself in the dark, as always.

   Morgan Stark felt something called happiness again.

   At that moment.

  Morgan suddenly felt that he didn't actually want to be a superhero, but wanted to continue to become stronger, because he wanted to be able to keep the happiness around him.

  I want to see my father again, and I want to stay with my mother. Also, I want the teacher to be by her side all the time.

  That’s why when I saw the teacher and the witch appearing on the TV news that day, I felt inexplicably afraid and lost, worried that one day the teacher would be snatched away and never come here again.

   "I don't know when the teacher will come. I still want more guidance and his praise..."

  Morgan glanced out the window where the snow was still falling, and returned to the bed with big eyes full of longing, and got into the warm bed with the teddy bear in his arms.

  The lights go out and the room is silent.

   Just when Morgan, who was curled up on the bed, was about to fall asleep, suddenly, a sense of falling swept over his body for no reason!

  Morgan suddenly opened his eyes, and found that he was not on the bed, but in the unknown darkness, constantly falling to the mysterious bottom!

"Mother!"

"artificial intelligence!"

   "Uncle Happy!"

  No matter how Morgan calls, no one responds, and he falls endlessly, as if he is about to fall into hell!

"teacher…"

  Morgan's eyes overflowed with big drops of tears, but he found that the bear puppet he had been carrying all along had also disappeared.

   I don't know how long it has been falling.

  In the unknown darkness, Morgan's consciousness gradually blurred, and she could no longer feel the perception of her five sense organs, or her body was disappearing and disintegrating.

  In the darkness of nothingness, it is difficult to feel time and space, and one's own existence must be completely lost.

   Just when Morgan completely lost consciousness, suddenly, a warm touch came from between his eyebrows.

  In the darkness, a yellow light suddenly lit up.

  Morgan struggled to open his eyes again, and faintly saw a vague and familiar phantom of a tall young man, shining brightly in this dark space like the sun, and gently touched the center of her brow with his finger.

  The phantom of the tall young man is like a god, followed by a warm voice: "Morgan, your heart will be as indestructible as steel."

   Morgan burst into tears.

   she realized.

This scene. Not in the present, but in her own distant memory in the past, not long after she was born.

"teacher!"

  Morgan called out again struggling, and then, finally, there was a real sensory feedback from the fall!

  …

"teacher!"

  Morgan woke up suddenly, she straightened up, and found herself lying on the bed, as if everything that happened just now was a nightmare.

   No, what happened now is the real nightmare!

  Morgan looked around in horror. She was indeed lying on a bed, but it wasn't her own bed, but a simple wooden bed with a little rough cloth spread casually.

  In the environment, it is not my own room, but a narrow wooden house full of garbage and smelling decay.

Morgan got out of bed with bare feet, opened the simple door lock with iron bars, and pushed open the closed wooden door. What came into view was a slum piled up with various wooden houses and iron houses, the end of the slum area, It is a towering skyscraper with a unique style.

  This is not New York...

  Morgan was in a daze when a little boy with yellow hair rushed up from the suspended wooden ladder and asked curiously, "Tifa, what's wrong with you, you can hear your screams in the whole building."

   "Who are you, where... and where?"

  Morgan took a step back nervously, retreating into the room and saying in fear.

The little boy said with an incredulous expression: "Ah? Are you sleepy? I am your neighbor—Claude. As for this place, isn't it Midgar... Hehe, to be more precise, it belongs to Midgar. Slums, low-class areas where garbage is piled up."

   After finishing speaking, he looked disgustedly at the skyscrapers outside the slum.

   "Cloud, Midgar...?"

  Morgan murmured, and suddenly pointed to himself: "You just called me...Tifa?"

  Claude scratched his head: "Yes, you don't always call this, do you have another name?"

  Boom!

  The wooden door closed again, making Claude outside look confused.

  Morgan was running barefoot in the wooden house, and on a wooden table, he pulled out a mirror.

  In the mirror, I saw a strange but familiar immature face, with long black hair flowing down smoothly under the gloomy light of the wooden house.

  Morgan looked at himself in front of the mirror, dazed for a moment: "By the way, my name is indeed Tifa, Tifa Lockhart, an orphan living alone in the slums of Midgar."

   "This is also my home."

  Morgan looked around, sat back on the bed again, his dangling feet dangled slightly, and patted his chest lightly: "It seems that I am having a nightmare..."

   "No, that's not right!" Tifa suddenly opened her eyes wide, shaking her head and saying to herself: "My name is Morgan, Morgan Stark, and I'm Tony Stark's daughter!"

  She covered her head with her hands and closed her eyes in pain: "How could those be fake, and how could there be such a real dream?!"

  …

   Seven years later.

  Claude, who was already 1.7 meters tall, had a strong body, and gently climbed onto the roof of a wooden house.

  He looked up, and saw a beautiful figure sitting on the edge of the second-floor rooftop.

at this time. The infinitely vast night sky above is full of stars, and the silvery white moonlight falls on the girl, outlining a budding youthful silhouette.

  The girl was wearing a thin and fitted foreign dress, her jet-black hair fell on her slender waist. Even in a slum full of **** and dirt, she is still the brightest flower in the world.

  Claude was about to walk forward, but stopped quickly.

  The girl sat on the edge of the roof, staring at the night sky in a daze. The moonlight made her figure more hazy and beautiful like a veil, but it also showed a loneliness that was inaccessible and frozen.

   Claude has seen such a back view many times, and every time he wants to ask a good question.

  Tifa, what are you waiting for?

  …

  Tifa stared blankly at the night sky alone, she didn't know what she was waiting for.

  In the past seven years, I have never had a real and lengthy real dream like that one.

  But every time I lie on the bed and close my eyes, that dream, another life experience, will pop up in my mind.

   "Morgan Stark, Tifa Lockhart, which life experience is real?"

  Tifa asked herself this question countless times, but there was no answer.

   But now, seven years have passed.

  Tifa felt that it was time for him to accept reality.

  Morgan Stark's life may be just a fantasy edited out of his childhood when he suffered too much pain as an orphan.

  About the Stark family, about the Avengers, those warm memories are all a dream.

  Now, after waking up from the dream and growing up, it is time to accept the current life and reality.

But.

  Tifa always feels that she has been waiting for something, and that may be the meaning of her life.

  …

   Another month later.

   "Here, where is it?"

  Tifa looked at the bustling pedestrian street in a daze.

  She was obviously still in Midgar, that is, Shinra City, a moment ago. As a member of the anti-Shinra organization "Avalanche", she was performing a temporary mission against the Shinra organization.

  The next moment is available.

  Tifa watched the surrounding scene distort with her own eyes, and then appeared in the unfamiliar bustling pedestrian street, which was obviously not anywhere in Midgar.

  The rest of the day.

  Tifa confirmed that she traveled to another place through various channels.

   This place is called Star Dragon Federation. The pedestrian street where she crossed arrived is located in a city in the east of Star Dragon Alliance, called "Tianhe City".

  This planet, without Midgar's concept of magic, is a peaceful and stable strange world.

  Tifa couldn't understand why she was teleported here. But she realized that as an outsider, if she did not have a suitable identity, she would definitely attract the attention of the Star Dragon Federation.

  Thus, Tifa used her world-leading science and technology to cooperate deeply with a family business named Dream Century Company in Tianhe City.

  After providing a projection technology that reversed the predicament of Dream Century Company, Mengjia took Tifa in and created her aristocratic status as a young lady.

   In this way, another two years have passed.

  Tifa grew up to be a slim fifteen years old.

  In the past two years, she has been staying in the Star Dragon Alliance, in the family that founded the Dream Century Company.

  In the past two years, Tifa has been secretly collecting all kinds of information, but has not found any information related to her original world.

  Tifa became more and more withdrawn. She didn't know why she, an outsider, came to this world, and how to return to her own world.

  She didn't even know what she had been waiting for all this time.

  It seems that nearly ten years have passed, and I have traveled to different worlds. Some things I once owned have long been lost, and my warm heart is getting colder and colder.

   Until, this day.

  Mengjia and his wife suggested that Tifa should go to a high school in the local city to study, so as not to be bored at home all the time.

   Tifa, who was living in a muddle, thought he had nothing to do, so he agreed.

  …

   On the first day of school, Tifa put on her new school uniform and came to Tianhe No. 2 Middle School to report.

  As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the teaching building, I was shocked.

"Roar!"

  A roar suddenly sounded in the campus behind her. Tifa turned her head alertly, and saw a large dog as strong as a calf rushing towards her!

  Tifa instinctively wanted to lift her foot, and kicked the big dog flying.

   But a figure, one step faster than her—

  It was a black-haired boy in a school uniform, with a handsome and morbid face, his eyes were filled with destructive crimson, he rolled madly on the ground with a large dog in his arms, turned over and started beating the dog crazily!

  Blood splashed on Tifa's new school skirt nearby.

  Tifa did not dodge, she stared blankly, two lines of crystal light suddenly slipped off her fair and delicate face.

  In the distant fantasy memory, an unforgettable figure spanned ten years and overlapped with the boy who appeared in front of him.

   "Teacher, Teacher Yiba..." Tifa burst into tears.

  The black-haired boy turned a deaf ear to this. He crazily sat on the big dog, pressed the big dog to the ground, smashed the dog's flesh with his fists, and the blood stained his clothes red.

  Tifa laughed and cried.

  At this moment, she suddenly understood why she came to this world through time travel.

  She also finally understood what she had been waiting for for ten years.

  The teacher will always be there when she needs it, as always, as now.

  After the large dog fell into a pool of blood and completely lost its vitality, the blood-soaked black-haired boy slowly stood up. The crimson light of destruction in his eyes had faded, and he looked at the teachers and students with terrified expressions around him as if he had just woken up from a dream.

  Feeling the fear and isolation of the world, the black-haired boy pursed bitterly.

  But at this time.

  The black-haired girl who looked like a flower in the mountains took the initiative to take a step forward, her slightly red eyes reflected his figure, and asked, "This classmate, what...is your name?"

   "Yimeng." The black-haired boy subconsciously replied.

   Bathed in the sun, the girl rolled up a strand of black hair beside her earlobe and smiled sweetly:

   "Hello. My name is Meng...Tifa, Tifa of Meng."

   In fact, in the first few dozen chapters at the beginning of the book, there are various hints, and now it can be regarded as filling in this hole.

   Also, this is the reason why there is no thank you from Morgan in the testimonials.

  

  

  (end of this chapter)