The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"Please use it, miss."

"Thank you." Peggy picked up the tea cup and looked at the moonlit green forest quietly. Even though more than forty years had passed, this scene was still the same as before. However, the empty house, old portraits and the old housekeeper Griffith beside her will always remind this woman who is entering her twilight years how ruthless time is.

Especially after seeing Steve again.

Compared with her aging face, time has left no trace on Steve at all. Every time she sees him, Paige can recall the war-torn experience - it was almost the most glorious moment in her life. At this stage, even after the war ended and he sat all the way to the position of director of SHIELD, he could not regain the passionate and enthusiastic mentality he once had. It can be said that without Captain America, the entire World War II would have turned out differently. As long as the figure holding a shield appeared, it would bring endless fighting will to the Allied soldiers.

It’s hard to understand this kind of faith-like fervor without experiencing it yourself.

But time is always ruthless.

The old lady had already taken a dim view, after all, she was old. And since Watson woke up, I thought of him more than Steve. Although it is unknown how Watson spent half a century, the phrase "time is ruthless" obviously has no effect on him. The old lady is more inclined to speculate that the other party has been asleep for a long time like Steve.

Counting the time, I am officially 77 years old today.

How long can I stay awake?

"Don't hold any birthday parties next year, Gerry." Peggy put down the tea cup and said the short name of the old butler Griffith: "I know I haven't been back for a long time, and I need to formally meet with the old friends of the Carter family. Let’s meet. But there are not many people left in our family, and Sharon is studying abroad again and may not be able to come back this year. Gerry, we are all old, and I don’t want to hear the word birthday more often.”

"Okay, miss."

The old housekeeper was smiling.

Down the corridor, several maids were cleaning up the hall after the banquet. In fact, there were not many guests at this birthday party. Apart from the relationships established by the parents' generation, most of the old comrades who wanted to attend were already old, so they could only choose to call and send gifts. There happened to be a heavy rain in the afternoon, and it was difficult to deal with the stained carpet at the entrance. The maids were very capable, wearing masks and gloves, and it didn't take long to remove all the carpets.

Paige turned back and looked silently at the family photo on the wall. Her parents stood in front of the main entrance of the manor, hugging her and her brother Michael tightly, smiling kindly at the camera. At that time, I was less than 10 years old, and I was often scolded by my mother Amanda for being naughty. In the s, things like climbing trees, walking in fields, and helping classmates tease teachers were still too far away from the education of British ladies. Tradition.

His brother Michael is very supportive of him.

But he never came back from the battlefield.

When I was about to get married, the bad news hit me like a tsunami, shattering all the anxiety, confusion, expectations and unwillingness I had about marriage. The fate of the Carter family changed drastically from that moment on, but if it hadn't been like this, I wouldn't have made up my mind to go to the front line at that time, and she would probably be an ordinary lady now.

...What was the name of my fiancé back then?

The old lady closed her eyes and decided to take a nap.

The sound of footsteps around me gradually faded away.

Every time at this time, the old housekeeper would always choose to retreat at the right time.

But not long after, tiny sounds broke into my ears. After many years of working as an intelligence agent, Peggy's alertness had not yet left her body. She immediately opened her eyes and saw a young maid clumsily trying to arrange the teacups. Although she was wearing a clean mask, her beautiful big eyes were full of panic, which completely revealed the maid's mood at the moment.

The unsteady teacup slipped down and hit the tray with a crisp sound.

The maid screamed in fright and quickly covered her mouth.

"Don't be nervous, it's okay, kid, there's no need to clean up here."

"Oh! Okay, okay."

The maid leaned forward and nodded, her long fingers tangled together: "You... um, do you need a blanket?"

"unnecessary."

Old Mrs. Peggy smiled helplessly: "Did Griffith forget to tell you? Just clean up the hall. You don't need to come over to greet me. Someone else will take care of it tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, I'm so sorry!" The maid apologized and turned around to go out. However, she bumped into the cabinet and fell back in pain. This time, the knee-length maid skirt was lifted up, and the two calves wrapped in white stockings were slightly pinched inward. In addition, she was covering her head hard. She obviously did not have a small figure, but it made her look stupid. Cute temperament. For a few seconds, Mrs. Peggy even began to wonder if the other party was an agent who had sneaked in, but which agent would deliberately do this?

"......May I have your name?"

"Ugh..." The maid's eyes were closed tightly in pain, and she obviously had no energy to reply. Under the watch of the old lady, she picked up a tea cup and filled it, then pulled off the mask and drank it directly into her mouth. The problem was that despite the obviously collapsed expression, the maid's movements were very natural, as if she was not affected by the pain at all. She even had time to pick up a handkerchief and wipe the bottom of the cup.

The next moment she saw that face clearly, Mrs. Peggy burst out laughing.

"Suck it."

Miss Watson took another sip of tea in an awkward manner, and then got up from the carpet. She didn't look like she was crying in pain just now: "I'm very sorry, I'll leave first."

"No, don't leave yet."

Paige smiled and waved: "I changed my mind, come and see, hehehehe... why are you dressed like this?"

"Birthdays always have to be a little surprising, right?"

"Really? Do you have any other surprises?"

"Of course, cough, wait a minute."

Miss Watson took out a tape recorder from under the coffee table. The tape had already been adjusted. As soon as the play button was pressed, a fast-paced piano floated out. Then the trumpet joined in and played a classic jazz dance music. This is exactly A very popular type of music in the 40s. Miss Watson pulled it up to her chest, and the traditional British maid outfit fell to the floor, revealing a short-sleeved skirt. Just this change completely changed her feeling.

As soon as her light waist was twisted up, her skirt immediately swayed, and the warm light of the table lamp reflected the delicate white stockings on her legs, reflecting a little bit of shining color. Miss Watson kept up with the rhythm, put one foot on the ground and spun in a circle, interlaced her two lace-covered hands inwards, and naturally threw them to both sides of her body. Every movement she made was full of liveliness and spontaneity, but her smiling face was a bit naughty, as if she was deliberately amusing the only audience in front of her - but Paige had already laughed from ear to ear.

It didn't take long for Miss Watson to twist in front of the old lady.

"Wait, I'm..."

Seeing two hands grabbing his forearm, the old man realized the other party's intention.

"Come on, come on~" Miss Watson pulled the old lady: "Don't tell me you are old, I specially chose this song!"

"Oh, Watson, you are really..." Before she could finish her words, Paige couldn't help but continue to laugh. At this moment, the trumpet melody reached another climax. She finally relaxed her body and actively cooperated. Get on the dance floor. Miss Watson reacted quickly, giving up her original sweeping movements and turning to simple steps suitable for the elderly. Although the face in front of him was covered with wrinkles, it showed enjoyment, concentration and joy. There was no doubt that he had achieved his goal tonight.

"The last time I saw you wearing women's clothing was during World War II. Oh my god, it's been such a long time... You're still so young." The old lady gently touched the corners of Miss Watson's eyebrows, her eyes Full of nostalgia: "Remember? When Steve brought you back, everyone thought you were a girl. Haha, Colonel Phillips even considered arranging for you to enter the female soldiers' dormitory."

"You taught me shooting back then."

"Ah, of course, how could I forget?" Paige suddenly remembered something and smiled even more happily: "I was showing you prone shooting, but you peeked at my skirt and thought I didn't know."

"You must have remembered it wrong. How could I have peeked?"

Observing a hint of embarrassment on Miss Watson's face, the old lady laughed loudly, causing the maids in the hall below to look up. The old butler Griffith stood far away on the other side of the second floor, looking at his young lady's long-lost happy look, then slowly lowered his head, and his slightly rickety back disappeared into the corner.

"Like it?"

After Mrs. Peggy's mood calmed down, Miss Watson said: "I don't have any other gifts for you. Time is urgent, and I can only find this dress."

"Of course, I love it."

The old lady smiled and pulled her to sit on the sofa: "You colluded with Gerry to arrange this, right? How did you come up with the idea of ​​disguising yourself as a maid?"

"Yes, fortunately he was willing to cooperate." Miss Watson shrugged, turned off the recorder, and poured two cups of tea on her own initiative: "At least you didn't notice me at all at first, right? Don't look at my clumsiness just now, it was all me. On purpose, my housekeeping skills are absolutely fine. As the saying goes, your birthday is the oldest. I will obey your orders tonight. Do you want me to rub your shoulders? "

"...Thank you for coming to accompany me, Watson." Peggy said nothing more, just took the body in front of her into her arms. Miss Watson had prepared a list of jokes, but now there was no need for them. She hesitated for a few seconds and then put her hand on the old lady's back. Nearly eighty years old, the other party has long been infected with the unique stench of the elderly, but for Miss Watson, this smell is not objectionable at all.

It even smells a bit safe.

After continuing to hug for a while, the old lady suddenly reacted and let go of her body in her arms: "Oh, by the way, have you had dinner? Do you want me to ask the chef to get you some more food?"

"We'll talk about that later."

Miss Watson straightened her expression: "I would like to introduce you to my girlfriend."