Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

In the end, Lowes still failed to play, not because of Rogers' disapproval, but after stepping in, he glanced at it, and backed out by himself.

Rogers' mood was ups and downs, "Why don't you go in again?"

Lowes closed the car door, glanced outside, and put on his seat belt, "I don't dress well enough, I guess I'm not competitive."

Rogers looked like what the hell are you talking about.

"Didn't you see?" Lowes raised his chin.

Rogers followed his line of sight and saw a thin man in leather pants in the alley, quite white.Then when he turned around, Whiter's buttocks were squeezed there by the belt, almost about to pop out.Back alleys were empty.

He took a deep breath, "Is this what you said you didn't dress well enough??"

"So I'm not competitive." Lowes looked calm, "That kind of clothes are uncomfortable."

"You can't wear it even if it's comfortable!!" Rogers became irritable.

"There are too many monks. I am not qualified." Lowes started the car and sighed slightly.

Rogers felt his blood go straight to his forehead, "You can't be serious about this!!"

Lowes snorted.

After the car left the bar for a long time, Rogers calmed down, "Erth, even if you want to try it, you have to find someone reliable. Sleeping in the name of love is no different from playing hooligans."

"Then Tony is an old hooligan." Lowes deftly shifted his focus.

"It's not good for him." Rogers denounced and warned, "You have to be responsible for your emotions and your body."

Lowes smacked his lips, but didn't throw the pot out...Even if Rogers lost all his memories, he was still serious.

"You seem to accept my sexuality well." Lowes waited for him to finish talking before opening his mouth.

"..." Rogers raised his hand and pinched his nose, "Didn't I already know that?"

"Knowing and seeing are two different things." Lowes was in a good mood.

Rogers glanced at him and looked away, "I... don't reject it."

Lowes hummed and continued driving.

"Actually, if you really feel awkward, my needs are not very strong." Lowes thought for a while and said.

"...Really?" Rogers smiled, then turned his head to look at him, "Could it be that if I don't let go, you will be single forever?"

"I'll be single forever." Lowes turned the steering wheel into the garage.

Rogers frowned, "What? I thought you..."

"It's just a physical need." Lowes said calmly, "I can't live with others."

"Erth, being alone makes you comfortable," Rogers raised his hand and rubbed his head, "but the feeling of being in love with someone is more addictive than the comfort you're enjoying now. I swear."

Lowes said nothing.

"Trust me." Rogers withdrew his hand and smiled, "So, don't say such stupid things next time."

After a moment of silence, Lowes said, "You haven't loved, have you?" At least not yet.

Rogers' Adam's apple rolled, "...I just know."

Lowes got off the car and closed the door, looking at the translucent person floating in mid-air.Is it a memory from his previous life?

Rogers accepted his scrutiny with a straight face, trying to hide his nervousness.

Lowes withdrew his gaze, tapped the roof of the car, "OK."

Rogers breathed a sigh of relief.

Lowes didn't want to argue with him because there was no way to argue.Only time will tell.

When he saw Rogers get married, he didn't think marriage or lovers were necessary.Even, he didn't want Rogers to get married, so he didn't stop him in the end.But... apparently, being single, that wasn't enough for Rodgers.

Are you married?

Lowes recalled the day when women in white wedding dresses and men in suits embraced and danced on the dance floor in the hotel lobby.It looks like it should be very happy.

He frowned slowly, feeling some discomfort in his chest.

"Earth!" Rogers yelled suddenly.

Lowes' body was jerked backwards, and he staggered, narrowly dodging the car that turned into the garage at a high speed.

"Have you lost your mind?" Strange's angry voice sounded from behind.

Rogers was still in shock, "Erth, are you okay?"

"I am fine."

"Can you still talk about something??" Strange was aggressive.

Lowes paused, "Thank you."

Strange looked at him, "What are you in a daze for? You can't even see the car."

"It's nothing." Lowes frowned more and more.

Strange snorted, "I think I'm going to start my internship tomorrow, isn't it a bit late to start getting nervous now?"

Lowes leaned down and forced himself to loosen his eyebrows, "Are you so late today?"

"Have you thought about pleasing your boss now?" Strange raised one corner of his mouth, and his slightly tired face relaxed a little.

Lowes... He just asked a casual question.Is this just to please? "Is it late?"

"It's not too late." Strange raised his foot, motioning him to follow him, "I had a major surgery today, and I stood for more than seven hours. What about you? Going to have fun with your classmates again?"

"Let's go GAY."

Strange stopped, "Where are you going?"

"Let's be gay." Lowes walked forward.Strange raised his hand to grab his arm and pulled him back, "What are you doing there?"

Lowes gave him a strange look, "Look for someone to sleep with."

"Looking for someone to sleep with?" Strange repeated in a raised voice, full of disbelief.

"Yes." Lowes looked at him holding his hand, "let go."

Strange clenched his hands even tighter.

Lowes raised his eyes, "Strange, relax."

Strange snorted, let go quickly, and strode towards the elevator.

Lowes rubbed his wrist, "Normal men's menopause must be 40 at the earliest..."

Rogers held his forehead, "Slow down your voice!"

Lowes pursed his lips and walked towards the elevator.Strange pushed the door shut.Lowes was about to go in, but paused for a long time in consideration of the work, so the irascible 'boss' didn't go in.

Just the moment the door closed, Strange's face seemed to become even more stinky.

Lowes looked at the smooth metal door and thought for a long time without a clue, "Could it be that he hates me so much? Then why did he let me go to him for an internship?"

Rogers didn't know what mood he should be in now, "Don't think too much casually."

Lowes watched as the elevator climbed up to the top floor, and then descended to the second basement floor.When the door opened, he saw Strange still standing inside.

"Um……"

"Get in." Strange whispered.

Lowes didn't really want to go up, "You look like you want to hurt me."

Strange twitched his face, "If you don't come in, I will."

Lowes turned around, "I'd better go to another elevator."

"you dare!"

"Go up." Rogers couldn't laugh or cry.

Lowes finally stood up.The other elevator is at the other end of the parking lot.

"Do you often go to bars?" Strange said hoarsely as the door closed.

Lowes shook his head, "Today is the first time."

Strange's face relaxed a little, "What do you mean by finding someone to sleep with?"

"Literally." Lowes recalled the thoughts he had deliberately put aside just now, and his eyebrows twitched into a knot.

Strange raised his voice, "Are you short of a man??"

Lowes twitched his tongue in his mouth, "I just want to try it." After thinking for a few seconds, he looked ahead, quite puzzled, "Just thinking about it, I can't accept that. I don't know why."

Strange looked at his side face and was silent for a while. He didn't know what to think, and calmed down.Folding his arms, he returned to his invincible look, and snorted from the end of his nose.

Lowes didn't know why.

The elevator passed Lowes' floor and went straight up, only to realize that Strange hadn't pressed the floor for himself.

Lowes suddenly realized something, "You seem to be really careful." He never noticed it, and every time the two of them met in the elevator, he didn't press it.

The elevator stopped on the upper two floors, and a person came in.Strange didn't understand Lowes' sudden exclamation, swallowed back what he wanted to say, and remained silent.

Rogers understood Lowes' sudden sigh, "I said... this person is actually..."

Lowes turned his eyes slightly towards him, quietly waiting for the second half of his words.

Rogers was stuck, resentful and feeling stupid, and sternly said, "It's nothing." Even if he was prepared, it would be too difficult for him to say good things for others.

Not making trouble is the last respect.

Go up one level, and stop again.

"I'll go down the stairs." Lowes lifted his foot and walked out, but Strange took his arm and pulled him back.

Lowes missed the door opening, and the people around him gave them strange looks as they went out.At that glance, Strange's more abnormal behavior and Rogers' hesitation made Lowes realize something.

Lowes fell silent, and began to have question marks in his mind.

When the elevator reached the top floor, Rogers remained in the elevator while Strange dragged Lowes out.

Lowes glanced back, then faced Strange, "What do you want?"

"To Alice, can you play it?" Strange's eyes dimmed.

Lowes snorted, "You pulled me up to play the piano?"

"Correct."

"But I don't want to play today."

"I am your teacher." Strange emphasized.

Lowes frowned, "Do you have to play?"

"must."

Strange entered the password in front of Lowes.

Lowes reminded, "You should hide."

Strange snorted, pushed open the door, and raised his chin to beckon him to go in.

Lowes walked in.He came to this apartment quite frequently, and he was quite familiar with the outside and inside.Strange lived a delicate life, had high demands on himself, was willing to spend money, and lived a decent life.

The richest flower in the world is him.

It's hard to imagine that he will become the hard-working and simple supreme mage in the future.Or, just simply being forced to be helpless.

Lowes went to the piano and sat down.His painting of Strange hangs directly opposite the piano, the one that accentuates the almost psychedelic colors of the eyes.

There is also a place that can be seen from the entrance.

Narcissistic people are common, and Tony also hangs his own portrait of him in a prominent place.Lowes didn't appreciate the courage they had to confront their own narcissistic natures, but it felt okay to have their paintings liked.

Strange poured himself a glass of wine as usual, leaned against the piano, and looked down at him.

Lowes' fingers landed on the keys, and as soon as the first familiar note was played, Strange called out to stop.

"how?"

"What are you doing in the garage?"

Lowes looked back at the keys, "I remembered something."

Strange put the wine glass on the corner, pushed him away, sat on the side, put his hands on the keys, started the key, and signaled him to join with his eyes.

Lowes was not used to such a close distance, listening to him play, put his hands on it.

It takes a little tacit understanding to play with both hands, but this tacit understanding can be replaced by reaction speed and proficiency.

Strange is a qualified teacher, even if he is venomous, patient and harsh.But his qin does not match the person very much, it is a very comfortable and gentle voice.

This is also the reason why he still hasn't changed his teacher even though he has been stuck by Alice for several years. He doesn't understand why the same song sounds better under Strange than himself.

When Lowes joins in, the song becomes weird.It was like a thriving grass stalk was entangled on a machine, and the roots of the grass were soaked in engine oil, as if they were going to die at any moment.

With that weird image in his mind, Lous couldn't hold down his hand anymore, like a piano key was hot.

After the end of the song, Lowes sat on the piano bench without saying a word.

This is the first time he has faced his own shortcomings so directly.

Strange got up, grabbed the wine glass next to him, "If you can't play it, don't think about finding someone to sleep with. You don't have the qualifications."

Lowes seemed to understand why Strange stuck with a piece of music for so long, but he still asked, "Why not?"

"Because of you..." Strange shook his glass, relaxed and seemed to be in a good mood, "It's not complete yet."

Lowes pursed his lips, "I'm healthy."

"Oh?"

Lowes didn't want to talk anymore, "I'm leaving.

"Yeah." Strange didn't stop him, with a half-smile.

Lowes knew that he was angered by him, but his face remained calm.

Rogers floated near the door, motionless, as Lowes went out.

"He asked me to practice the piano." Lowes raised his glasses.

"Just practicing the piano??"

"Hmm." Lowes didn't say much.Rogers realized he didn't seem to be in a good mood.

Back downstairs, Rogers asked little by little what happened after they entered the house. He was silent for a while, and then smiled wryly, "He is sober and patient."

Lowes was even more unhappy when he heard the words, "Do you think he's right?"

Rogers didn't speak, and the answer was written on his face.Lowes tosses the pillow and goes into the bathroom.

Lowes was in a knot in his heart, frowning in his sleep.

Rogers floated out of the Dodge after he fell asleep, looked at his sleeping face, his hands floated between his frowning brows, but he couldn't press the real thing after all.

He retracted his hand and squatted down beside the bed.

Sometimes, being content with the status quo is just because of the inability to change.It's better to bear it alone than two people.

As Lowes got older, his face became more and more like the only person he remembered.

He didn't know the man's name, but he was dressed the same as himself.The man's scythe was surprisingly big, and it rested on his neck.As for the owner of the sickle, he was pale and slender, and his facial features all looked huge on that overly thin face.

Especially those eyes, as if that person had only one pair of eyes left.

It was obviously a life-threatening gesture, but the man was kissing himself.The pious gesture blurred all the coldness, leaving only the illusion that makes the heart beat violently.

Maybe it was God's own arrangement that he would stay by Erth's side in such a posture.

He stared at Lowes' sleeping face for a long time.Leaning over, there was a pause in the air, the kiss on the forehead changed direction, and the kiss that shouldn't have existed covered the other pair of lips without a trace.

If I didn't exist, wouldn't I need to force myself to bury everything, pretend nothing happened and smile and watch him leave step by step?

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