Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

Rogers once again came to the gallery that he had walked through many times but never entered.When he asked Hill to help him look up the gallery, he accidentally discovered that the owner was Tony.

After asking, he also found out that this place was actually built as a gallery at the request of Lowes.

Tony said that he was very thoughtful, knowing that all his apparent properties would be sealed, and he put them under his name.

"What's in there?"

"Nothing. I'm going to redecorate and set up an experience store or something." When Tony said this, he was very casual.

"He wants to have an exhibition," Tony added later, "but I can't find any of his paintings. Sometimes, those, seem to be more important than us real people."

Rogers still remembers his helpless expression when he said this.

So, why bring yourself here?Rogers took out the admission ticket from his pocket and flipped through it.

"In, or not." The alarm was triggered, and Lowes looked at Rogers curiously through the monitor, "In, not in, in, not in...ah, it's in."

He turned off his phone, sat where he was, and looked at the paintings on the wall.There was the sound of light footsteps behind him.

Rogers sat next to him and was silent for a while: "Are you so sure that I will definitely come?"

"No." Louas stretched his hands to his sides and leaned back slightly, "I just come here every day to wait for a while."

"...Every day?" Rogers picked his finger.

"If you believe it." Lowes turned his head to look at him.

Rogers knew that he was here to confront him today, but he still softened his heart: "...I believe it."

"That, every day." Lowes swayed, shoulder bumping into his.

Rogers looked up at the painting in front of him.Banners, a slightly transparent Grim Reaper floats in front of the colorful city lights.He frowned subconsciously, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

He felt that the god of death in the painting was looking at him very seriously.It's not the scary kind, it's more like... cherishing?

Why do you feel this way?

"Why draw the Grim Reaper?" Rogers raised his hand and pressed his forehead, asking.

"Strange?" Lowes asked back.

"I heard from Tony that you can hardly draw what you can't see with your eyes." Rogers couldn't take his eyes off the painting, "Comics, abstract paintings and so on."

"That's true." Lowes folded his hands on his chest.

"Is this background in your apartment?" Rogers confirmed without waiting for his answer, "Did you draw a Grim Reaper in your own home?"

Lowes grinned. "Everybody lives with their own death."

Rogers' temples swelled: "You..."

"If you want to know, I have no intention of committing suicide. I hope I live to be three hundred years old." Lowes laughed when he realized what had happened.

"..." Rogers breathed a sigh of relief.He closed his eyes and pinched his thigh.

Lowes watched his movements and then his face: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Rogers took a deep breath, "You will live a long, long life, and the scourge will last for thousands of years."

Lowes hummed, "That's not necessary."

Rogers feels better: "Are we going to sit here today looking at this painting and pretend nothing happened?"

"Look at me for what?" Rogers turned slightly sideways, "You want to say that what is happening now is not what you planned? Isn't that deputy minister who obviously has a problem with his mind an accomplice?

Take us savvy criminals.If they couldn't argue, they simply dragged them into the water. "

Lowes' eyes were sad and disappointed for a moment.Rogers froze.

He turned his head quickly and stared at the painting.Rogers looked at his side face, clenched his hands slowly, feeling at a loss for a moment.

"There's something else here, do you want to see it?" After a while, Lowes looked at him again.

Rogers was inexplicably confused: "Okay."

Lowes got up and walked ahead. Roger paused, then reached out and took his hand.

Erce looked down at his hands, and then at Rogers, who was half a step behind him: "Why, are you worried that I will get lost here?"

In response to this, Rogers just kept on doing nothing, squeezed his hand tightly, and dragged him forward.

After passing the outermost wall, one enters a winding corridor. Once designed, only one painting can be seen in one direction.

The recent ones should have the same theme as the outside ones, all of which are death and the city.The boundary line between reality and unreality is very blurred, Rogers squeezed Lowes' hand tightly.

The more he watched, the stronger the feeling he felt when he saw the first picture.Although the Grim Reaper in the painting didn't draw any obvious face and facial features, Rogers felt for no reason that he was looking at him seriously.

It's very restrained, but what's hidden is very warm.

He seemed to know what that feeling was.But the resonance caused by these paintings made him uncomfortable.

He's been a little dizzy the entire time, and is starting to suspect that Erth is drugging him again.But what was it this time, and how did it happen?

After walking a certain distance, his footsteps became slow, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the expression of Lowes looking at the painting, and suddenly became sober.

The 'Grim Reaper' in the painting wasn't looking at himself at all, he was looking at the person who wrote the pen, the person who painted these paintings, Lowes.

He stared blankly at Lowes with loving and nostalgic eyes, and slowly let go of his hands.

Lowes retracted his gaze from the painting and turned to him.Rogers' Adam's apple rolled: "Who is this?"

no the same.He thought he had seen Lowes at his most emotional, but he still hadn't seen it all.

Lowes put his hands back in his pockets: "You know who it is."

"He's the... the one you loved before." Rogers said dryly.Not some grim reaper.

"No." Lowes sighed, "I still love him now."

"Then, what have these turned me into?" The dizziness was getting heavier, and Rogers forced himself to open his eyes.

Lowes looked back at the painting, his eyes were gentle: "You reminded me."

"What reminded you?" Rogers leaned half against the side of the wall.He was sure that Lowes must have drugged him again, this person, this person...

"Two steps forward, there's a piano." Lowes smiled. "I'm only going to Alice. I haven't been able to pass the test yet, because some people think I'm just a button machine."

Rogers felt that he was about to fall asleep, and he barely kept up with Erth's pace: "You still haven't told me, what did I remind you?"

Lowes had already sat on the piano bench, opened the piano cover, and put his hands on the black and white keys.

Rogers let out a foul breath, leaned halfway to one side, and looked down at his hands: "I was right. Your hands look good on this."

"Really good pianists don't have good-looking hands." Ess closed his eyes, very solemnly.

Rogers could barely keep his eyes open, he stood up straight.

Lowes played the piece not a thousand times, but certainly nine hundred times.He is familiar with every note, but today, those familiar notes seem to have changed.

Familiar to unfamiliar, he seemed to be standing on the other side watching another person who looked like himself sitting on the piano bench playing this piece.

That was a completely different experience.More expressive, more gentle, more real.

Lowes thought, now, Strange can no longer say that he can't play it.

"Did I remind you, do you love that 'Reaper'?" After listening to the song, Rogers asked while holding the piano.

Lowes laughed and nodded heavily.

"Is this good news or bad news?" Rogers bit the tip of his tongue.

Lowes stood up, walked in front of him, put his arms around his waist, and pressed his face to his chest.

Rogers became more energetic, and raised his hand to caress his back: "...What's going on now? Did you just remember acting like a baby?"

Lowes rubbed against each other: "Is it useful?"

Rogers held him in his arms, bowed his head and kissed his forehead: "Sorry."

Lowes closed his eyes and hit him with the head.

"You don't even need to act like a baby." Rogers laughed, feeling helpless, "Here with me, you can do whatever you want. But, I can't ask others to be like me.

They need to sign off, but the contract is too harsh. "

Lowes looked up: "This means, you are going to elope with me?"

"Oh. Finally, you admit it." Rogers pinched his waist. "You just planned it. Build us up, challenge us, push us to the top of the wave, and tear us apart.

You really, are an asshole.I'm still mad at you. "

Lowes raised his face and kissed him: "Is this useful?"

Rogers held him by the waist without speaking, and after a while: "You know, if you just want me to be like you, you can tell me directly.

I may not be a qualified bad guy, but I still know how to annoy agencies and systems, and get exiled. "

"You've said it all, I can do whatever I want." Lowes pursed his lips.

"...say you love me." Rogers looked into his eyes, "and then, you can take me anywhere."

Lowes blinked.

Rogers looked serious: "Now, or..."

"Stop it forever?" Lowes added.

Rogers took a deep breath: "Or, all the time we have left, choose the one you like. Tell me, you love me."

Lowes pursed his lips and smiled, raising his hand to rub his chin.

"I don't know why you like this so much." Rogers raised his face slightly.

"I like touching Shane's chin." Lowes withdrew his hand and smiled.

"..."

"I will not join Hydra. This is my last dignity. I will still stop some of your actions, but not on behalf of the government or the country." Rogers hummed, "And, you can no longer drug me."

Lowes raised his eyebrows: "I didn't."

Rogers frowned: "Then..." He couldn't feel his tongue anymore, "Don't panic. I'll be fine, did you bring your medicine?"

Lowes let go of him: "What's wrong with you?"

Rogers was trying to stay awake, but he was already seeing things in double vision.In a flash, he fell down.

Lowes hurriedly caught him: "Steve!"

"I... will be fine." Rogers squeezed his arm tightly, "I won't leave you. Absolutely not this time."

Lowes slapped him across the face, "Steve!!"

Looking at the man with his eyes closed, Lowes instantly remembered that silent morning.He got up, opened his eyes, and lost everything.

"Take a deep breath, kid." Someone reminded him.

Lowes took a deep breath subconsciously, imagining that there was a candle in front of him, breathe, but don't blow it out...

Adjustment paused, he raised his head abruptly.

Rogers, who was in the state of death, was standing not far away with a scythe as tall as a man in his hand.

Lowes was confused.He looked at Rogers who had passed out on the ground, and then at the translucent Grim Reaper he was familiar with.

"...Steve?" Lowes put the man on his lap and spoke with difficulty.

'Rodgers' nodded: "Yes, it's me."

The author has something to say: No.20 for three days.

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When I was coding today, I suddenly realized that this part of the content is already the end of my outline.

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