The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Dick Grayson wasn't so jumpy as to pass a pretty little girl who looked like Bruce on the street that he wanted to know everything about her in three seconds.

There are always all kinds of coincidences and conspiracies in the world.

But in heaven, that girl looks so much like Bruce... Dick complained silently in his heart, staring at the other's slender back in the crowd, stunned for three seconds.

Look at those blue eyes with the same lines and lines as Bruce, and then look at the straight and beautiful nose like Bruce.Even on a cloudy day without the sun, her black hair hanging behind her was still as thick and shiny as satin.

Admit it, Dick, he told himself, this strange girl has perfectly inherited the beauty genes of Bruce's family, not only the facial features are similar to Bruce's, but also the aura, which makes him feel familiar.

Wow.

Dick Grayson raised an eyebrow.

He might actually have bumped into Bruce's love interest in New York.

—someone is staring at you.

It doesn't matter.A lot of people like to stare at me.

Sisley's eyes were blank, she felt a great degree of unhappiness, the food she ate was stuffed in her stomach, which made her feel a burst of physical nausea from time to time.

No nutrient solution?The kind of thing that is obviously tasteless but will fill you up if you drink it?Superheroes have appeared, and it is not too much to dream of the common settings of interstellar novels in a dream, right?

Ken stopped talking.He walked back into the conscious space with an aura of silence, expressing his disapproval in a gentle way.

Ken.Sisley poked at him like trying to keep a wind in her hand.Ken, she whispered, are you mad at me?Ken?

It is impossible for a person to grasp the wind, but Ken's consciousness finally stayed in her palm.

The tall trees swayed slightly, the moonlight above Sisley's head was bright, and the sound of water was ringing in her ears.

— Sisley.

Ken's silence was dragged on for an extraordinarily long time. He didn't seem to know how to persuade her, and he couldn't touch those wounds that wouldn't heal. In the end, there was nothing he could do.

...you can't keep doing this.

How have you been?

This was said lightly, but Sisley still felt stung.

At that moment, Sisley almost wanted to fight back with words, until she realized that Ken was another her.Ken knew everything about her.

He didn't understand, he wasn't pointing fingers, he would truly empathize.

Ken, I can't eat it.

Sisley said softly, the sweet tone of being coquettish to Ken disappeared.

At the same time, she walked up the steps of the square with a light posture, and the wind wrapped around her skirt with nostalgia, but her face was expressionless, and others could only see her long eyelashes hanging down.

She is like a melancholy white bird, doing her own thing, walking her own way, as if she is a bit of warmth with a stingy smile, and she is never willing to choose to stay for anyone.

I can't eat, and this low-grade fever that will never go away and can't be detected makes me feel weak.And you know what?It reminds me of my last four days, every moment.

I died of this lonely fever.

The dress that Ken chose for her must have been expensive, otherwise the clerk in the luxury store would not have welcomed her so actively and showed her a friendly smile.

Sisley quickly settled on another pair of stiletto heels, kicking aside her velvet Mary Janes, which were just a drop of mud.

Black and gold thin straps replaced the starry blue, but the skirt didn't match the style of the shoes.

--purchase.

Ken, who hadn't appeared for a long time, suddenly came online at this time. It was obviously the same Sisley, and Ken was obviously more calm and bold.

ok.

With Ken pinching the nape of fate, Sisley obediently gave up thinking.

Is it different when you pinch people?

Where did Ken get her assets? Should it be said that it was her own dream, or that she was the sub-personality?

But Ken is also real.

...

Sisley obediently listened to Ken's taste, but in fact, she was thinking wildly while hiding in the dressing room to change her skirt.

As long as Sisley is not called to stop within 10 minutes, Ken sees her train of thought and is in the same mood as a scumbag in high school when he looks up and sees the math teacher's blackboard.

——Like this one?

Very beautiful skirt, I like its texture and color, but I am not used to wearing hollow design.

--You are beautiful.

Ken told her calmly.

The lighting in the fitting room was bright and warm. Ken chose a dark green silk dress for Sisley. The neckline was only open to the collarbone, but the back was hollowed out with gauze fabric, and sporadic white patterns were embroidered on the skirt corners. Camellia.

She held up the skirt and spun it around, and was set off by such a deep and gorgeous color, her waist was even more slender, and her complexion was like snow everywhere.

Sisley did it herself, and smoothly coiled her long hair, which was a little in the way.When she walked out of the fitting room, the clerk who greeted her repeatedly praised her beauty and temperament, but Sisley just took out her wallet and paid quickly.

A low-grade fever tortured her delicate nerves, and this dress had made her so tired that she was impatient with meaningless conversations.

The thin girl happened to be standing under a small spotlight, she didn't talk to the attentive shop assistant very much, her slender eyebrows and loose eyes revealed her melancholy and nervousness; however, these did not detract from her beauty , only white added to her charm.

Anyone who sees her will want to smooth her eyebrows. What is she worrying about?What made her show such a fragile expression?Such a girl should obviously be raised more generously and more romantically.

Ten minutes later, Sisley left the store with a gift bag filled with old clothes.

The new dress and clean shoes lifted her mood, and being blown by the cold wind outside the store, even if it was harmful, calmed down her hot cheeks a little.

A strand of black hair was unconsciously held by her full lips, and she carelessly brushed it away.

In the square, the crowd dispersed in twos and threes.The cumulus clouds rolled in the sky, and the strong, bulging wind brought dust and a damp smell, making Sisley squint her eyes.

She didn't need to remind her aloud, she had already seen the approaching black cloud.

It's going to rain soon in New York.

——Go find a place to hide from the rain, you can't catch the cold.

The moment Ken's consciousness emerged, Sisley suddenly felt a strange impetus appearing in her weak body.Go straight, turn left, turn right... Sisley herself doesn't know where she's going, it's as if Ken has taken over her.

Sisley, who was hiding in the consciousness space, felt sincerely happy.She "looked" at herself, saying that she didn't want to go out anymore.

Ken, you are so kind.Sisley smiled sweetly, and she was not stingy with coquettishness and compliments for Ken.

Ken's silent but gentle interconsciousness responded to her.The night wind in the mountains and forests is faintly blowing, and the night is quiet, it only stays for Sisley.

——Sisley, you can go to that coffee shop to hide from the rain after you go through this corner.

Ken only recuperated for less than a day, and Sisley deeply understood and was deeply saddened by this.She felt the feeling of caring to take over and slowly subsided, and she relaxed her nerves for three to two minutes, but she had to endure the low-grade fever that seemed like a blunt knife cutting flesh.

Deep in his consciousness, Ken only had time to impress her with the sound of the stream.Fortunately, the pleasant, soothing white noise cheered Sisley barely, and she walked around the corner according to Ken's instructions.

Almost collided with the tall man walking towards him.

The man reacted quickly and perfectly, and immediately moved away. However, Sisley was wearing high-heeled shoes. She was startled by this man, and she couldn't stand still. She was about to fall straight away. Sisley's heartbeat soared at this second. Accompanied by intense dizziness, it was like a broken snowflake screen in front of my eyes.

She only had time to let out a short cry of surprise.

——The man's arms caught her powerfully, he supported her waist, and saved her from falling down.But with such a stop, the girl's long hair, which was casually arranged like a waterfall, was instantly pulled away by gravity.

Pretty thrilling.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

His voice was low and gentle.

Sisley slowed down in this embarrassing posture for a while before the snow screen disappeared from her eyes.During this process, she has been supported steadily.

Physical strength is very good.Even if Sisley was a bit too light, it was still a person's weight.

Sisley had a guess.

She looked up, and from this angle of looking up, the man's handsome and upright face could be seen at a glance.

He was looking at her with concern.

The brim of his hat couldn't hold back his blond hair at the temples, his eyes were blue and wide, and his lips were the color of rose petals.But this handsomeness is not frivolous, he is more like a mature man who is considerate, reliable, and gentle to the weak.

No one would fail to recognize his face.

Just watch the superhero franchise and it's impossible for someone not to know his face.

Captain America.