[Captain America] Don't force me to grab a man with you

The winding water alley and the flowing clear waves are like a romantic dream floating on the blue waves, with a poetic and picturesque feeling that lingers for a long time.

Venice, a beautiful water city.

It rained all day without stopping.

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the light rain enveloped the city on the water, and the clouds hovered in the sky, cyan, with a little bit of golden sunlight shining on the houses in the distance, and the green trees swayed in the wind.

Ingrid held an umbrella and sat in a boat, shuttling through the intricate alleys. The hazy rain and fog made the scenery in front of her blurry and unreal, with a blue light.

She suddenly remembered one afternoon in Fei Leng Cui, the sun was shining on the square of Uffizi, the white doves were flying amidst the whistle, and her vision was covered with a 'hula'.

It was a long memory. There was a sweetheart with bushy eyelashes and a shy smile reaching out to feed the pigeons, and a brown-haired man with his face propped up and peeping at the side of the black-haired girl.

Fei Leng Cui's long-standing artistic and cultural atmosphere did not infect these three people. They fought with each other in the square of Uffizi and scattered groups of white pigeons that were parked on the ground. Finally, they were invited out by the guards with their heads down.

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"Guest, guest?"

Ingrid was awakened by the call. The gondola boatman stood at the stern and watched her quietly.

Ingrid smiled and responded to the boatman who looked at her worriedly. The boatman's worries were not unreasonable. The beautiful scenery of Venice, a city on the water, is also famous for its high number of suicides.

Ingrid smiled and picked up the book in her hand, slowly flipping through it.

When Rousseau was in his 30s, he came to a strange city "like heaven" because of his official business.One day, he met a young prostitute and followed her into her bedroom.However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that it was not the fire of desire burning his whole body, but the ice cubes rushing through his blood vessels.Because he found that this girl was not only young and beautiful, but also kind and noble, as if she was a joint masterpiece of nature, the god of beauty and the god of love.In his opinion, her spirit, her body, and everything about her are perfect. For such a person, all princes and lords should be her slaves, and the monarch's scepter should be placed at the bottom of her feet, but she Reduced to a poor whore, to be trampled upon!This night, Rousseau, who was also kind-hearted, couldn't bear the pain in his heart and burst into tears, crying like a child...

In Venice, prostitutes are as beautiful as goddesses.

Countless desperate and depressed people were attracted by him, came to this city, took a leap, struggled painfully and were finally swallowed by this beautiful city.

Meet again in such a romantic and beautiful city.

Ingrid closed the book in her hand, and saw that the instrument in her hand was getting closer and closer to the red dot, and a gentle and calm smile slowly appeared on her face.

She stretched out her hand and whispered to the boatman who was pulling the oar.

"I have arrived."

The boatman looked at her suspiciously. The boatman, who is familiar with the environment of Venice, knows that there is no place to stay and play around.

"I didn't come out to commit suicide." As if seeing the boatman's hesitation, Ingrid smiled, took out money from her wallet and handed it to him, "I'm just looking for someone."

Stepping down from the side of the ship and stepping up the stairs on the edge, Ingrid walked up step by step. Behind him was a narrow, rippling river, and in front of him were dark streets and alleys. The red dot on the display was at the end of the alley. .

The rain hit the umbrella, tick-tock, accompanied by the rattling sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the bluestone bricks, as if this was the only sound left in the world.

Ingrid lowered her head, and the transparent water mixed with red lines flowed past her feet. Her pupils dilated unconsciously, and the bloody smell that even the rain couldn't cover up rushed to her face.

The light blue eyes became dull due to excessive blood loss, and the blood mixed with the rainwater gathered into a small stream of water flowing out from his abdomen.

Even the heart that had calmed down was still tearing at the scene in front of it and crying out in pain.

Ingrid's mind was blank. She threw away the umbrella in her hand and rushed towards the man who fell on the ground.

With a sound of 'tearing', Ingrid's eyes blurred, and with the pain from her abdomen, her body was already thrown into the air.

The man whose eyes had been gloomy just now had sharp and fierce eyes, as if he was going to tear her apart at any time, bent his body and clenched his teeth, staring at her fiercely without blinking.

Ingrid lay on the ground and coughed a few times, spitting out a few mouthfuls of bloody water, and slowly got up from the ground after her body recovered.

Seeing her getting up from the ground, the man became even more nervous, huddled his body tightly, and raised his left hand to block in front of his body.

Looking at the man with his hair wet and sticking to his face, who was trembling all over his body, clenching his teeth and even making threatening noises from his throat, Ingrid suddenly thought of a black bird she had seen before. The wild cat also blew up its fur all over in the same way, hiding in the corner and whimpering and threatening her in a low voice.

How did she treat the little wild cat?

Ingrid smiled, staggered and stood up from the ground holding her stomach, and picked up the umbrella thrown aside.

In his threatening eyes, he approached him step by step, just when he was about to pounce on her throat with the last bit of strength in his body.

Ingrid stopped, and she put down the umbrella in her hand only a few steps away from him, and smiled at him.

Then she bent down, stepped back slowly, curled up against the wall not far away, hugged her body and did not move.

It's still raining, and it's getting bigger and bigger.

Ingrid hugged her legs and leaned against the wall in a daze. The pain and vomiting from her abdomen made her cough continuously. Half of her body was hot because of the pain, and half was shivering because of the cold rain.

And just like that, he hid in the corner, with Ingrid leaning against the wall.

The two stood still.

I don't know how long it took, when Ingrid was drowsy from the rain, a shadow enveloped her.

it is as expected.

Ingrid smiled knowingly.

The last little black cat, after Ingrid put down the food plate every day and then left, became familiar with her day by day, and then when she put down the food plate one day, she did not hide far away, but "meowed" With a cry, she leaned over with her tail wagging, and rubbed against Ingrid.

Ingrid looked at the man leaning beside her with an umbrella in his expressionless face, and laughed.