[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

It was already evening when we drove back to the city from the pier. In Gotham, we don’t often see the sunset at dusk. It seems that the sky is always cloudy, and the bricks and stones on the ground are always half wet.

Randall finally felt cold, pulled the windbreaker that Dick brought and huddled in the co-pilot, rock music was playing in the car, as if he hadn’t changed the disc since last time, Randall often listened to Lula playing, most of them I can hum a few words, and sing along while swiping my phone with my head down.

He officially stated on Twitter that he has nothing to do with anyone who appeared in the videos that went viral on the Internet in the past two days. Tell the fans that they knocked the wrong cp, stop knocking him and the man with the red hood who didn't even show his face, his boyfriend is a super jealous, if this goes on, his boyfriend will ignore him.

The fans were comforted, and the behavior of pressing their heads and calling people to cp did not stop, and even derived various new versions of love triangle NTR Baixue, etc. The strange literature that Randall didn't want Dick to read so much.

But I have to say that the tabloid reporters in Gotham are full of romance when they shoot these rumors. Almost every photo they take has a story. When Randall flipped through the Gotham Daily, he saw a In the prom photo at the bottom, the protagonists of the photo are Randall and Dick. Perhaps because of the accident caused by the double-faced man, they were criticized by all parties, and Randall has too many scandals and accident dramas. As the curtain came to an end, almost no one cared what happened in the first half of the charity dinner.

Randall clicked on the picture. In the picture, Randall was dancing with Dick. His wide black hat was drooping low, the veil covered half of his fair face, and his curly long black hair hung over Behind him, he and Dick were looking at each other. The stage light flashed across the crowd and poured down from their heads. Everyone around them was hidden in the dimness and couldn't see clearly. Only their two pairs of blue eyes were full of light. The soft smile seemed to be the hidden but straightforward love among the guests.

He couldn't remember what he said to Dick at that time, but Dick's eyes were too... revealing, and there was a shining affection in those eyes, even if Randall was looking at the photo through the screen at the moment, he would still be caught by it The almost naked|naked love engulfed him, and his face turned red - no wonder this guy can make so many girls miss him.

But how could he feel nothing at that time?He didn't even notice that Dick was Ye Yi.

And what happened to his fans!This photo was taken so well, it was much more eye-catching than Jason's cold video, why didn't many people knock him and Dick's CP? !

Randall stammered and saved the photo as a backup, set it as a mobile phone screen saver, bit his lip and decided to stop the broadcast for a week, and sort out the cases at hand before looking for Hydra's fault.

The car drove past a park, and the singing of tambourines and fragments came from outside the car window. Randall turned his head and took a look, and saw a piece of bright colors that were somewhat out of place in this blue-gray city.

"Are they holding an event?" Randall asked. It was a park, but it didn't look like a park at all. Long truck containers of various colors were neatly stacked in it, forming an area similar to a warehouse. The side of the container was also marked with a serial number for easy identification. A dozen brightly colored tents were set up in front of the container, with small colorful flags on the top. The braided man sang while beating his tambourine. It was an obscure language that Randall didn't know, but the song contained a strong alien color, which made him feel very novel.

"This is a meeting of the Roma people, and they will hold various activities during these few days," Dick parked the car aside, "They have a lot of handmade trinkets, some of which are handmade copper ornaments are very beautiful, if You can also barter with them if you like."

Randall asked, "Have you come here often?"

"Hmm..." Dick rubbed his fingers against the side of his face, "I'm a Roma, and I used to prepare performances with my parents at this time when I was a child."

Randall blinked. For the first time he knew Dick was a Roma.

The Roma are the so-called Gypsies. This is a wandering nation. They can be found all over the world. They are enthusiastic, unrestrained, free and easy, wandering between cities and villages.

Now that I think about it, I can occasionally see a bit of Roma's nature in Dick's words and deeds.

"Would you like to go shopping?" Dick asked.

"Go and see!" Randall glanced at the sky. It wasn't raining yet, but the sky had already darkened, and the gray surroundings were illuminated by street lamps and lights in the assembly. He nodded and carried Open the car door with your own skirt and get out.

The exotic minor key became clearer and full of mysterious tones among the accordion and tambourine.

Walking through the container, one can clearly see that many of them have already lived in the container. The doors of those long and rectangular iron boxes are wide open, and the narrow space is full of carpets and cloth pieces. decoration.Some children were playing games and yelling because the hoop didn't catch the desired toy.

Dick walked in slowly with him, and the night wind blew his skirt slightly.Dick seemed to have felt all this for a long time, and a slight sadness and nostalgia spread bit by bit from the warm hands that Dick held with him.

Dick's face was printed with bright spots casted by the small light bulbs connected with the bunting above. Randall turned his head to look at him, and those bright and flickering colors finally turned into a touch of novelty in his eyes. It seems that he has broken away from the inherent impression of the past at this moment, and the sharpness and softness flashed in his eyes together, which is a kind of innocence and childlikeness that Randall has never seen in him.

"When I was very young, I always looked forward to this day." Dick whispered, he looked at the small shops on both sides, selling some crocheted patterns and felt products, his eyebrows raised , There is a happy look between the eyebrows and eyes.

"It is rare for people to come to the Roma fair. Only on this day will I meet many children and play with me." Dick said.

Randall glanced at him again. In fact, Dick said it lightly, but he could guess that most countries do not welcome Gypsies, because there are some beggars, thieves and even human traffickers among them, and few parents would like to My own children played with the gypsies' children.

Randall gripped Dick's hand a little more distressed, "We can come here every time from now on, I like the pattern of their carpet very much."

"..." Dick lowered his head and smiled, holding his hand and shaking it, "Then it's settled."

Randall picked out a few small and exquisite copper ornaments in the market. He wanted to set a doll and take it back for Lula to play with, but there were too many human cubs around there, so Randall turned around. head in the other direction.

There was a dark purple tent there, and a small wooden sign was hung beside the tent, which said 'divination'. Randall had only seen this thing in TV dramas before, and felt a little curious.

"Can I go in and have a look?" He turned to Dick.

"...Go, it may not be very accurate, just listen to the music."

Randall lifted the curtain of the tent, there are scented candles and faint lights inside, creating a strong mysterious atmosphere, there is only a small table in the middle, and a woman with a veil is sitting behind the table, she is a little bored at the moment Lie flat on the table and straightened up suddenly when he saw someone coming, "Are you here for divination?"

Randall nodded, and the woman immediately became excited, and stretched out her hand to ask him to enter, "Only one person can enter at a time, please wait a moment for the latter."

Dick stood outside and said to Randall, "There's a crepe shop over there, I'll go get one, and I'll be here later."

Randall sat down in front of the woman, and the Roma woman did not start divination with a crystal ball as he expected, but took out a stack of cards and placed them in front of Randall.

It's like tarot cards or something.

Randall frowned inexplicably, he had never played this thing before, and some of the little mutant students in the mutant academy even had psychics, which was much more exciting than divination, so they were very interested in these nagging Things are not as strong curiosity as other peers.

"Don't be nervous, beauty, divination is very simple," the woman said in a low voice, and a strong aroma of roses came from the incense burner beside her. "A divination only costs one dollar, and you can just give it to me after it's over."

She began to shuffle the deck of cards, asking Randall to draw a few cards after each shuffle, and finally arranged the cards that Randall picked out one by one on the table, and asked Randall to randomly choose one of them to turn over. open.

Randall didn't have any sense of reality in his heart, just like Dick said, just listen to the music, so he turned over a card casually.

In the dim purple light, he saw that the bottom of this battered tarot card read 'The Moon', which was the moon.

The fortune teller paused for a while, and then said slowly: "This is the major arcana moon card numbered 18, which represents confusion and anxiety, indicating that something disturbing will happen to you in your life. The moon is a A card representing dreams and imagination. Dreams are subconscious energy transformed into imagery. When this energy is too strong to be absorbed or understood, it can lead to wild dreams, nightmares, and even madness..."

The fortune teller carefully looked at the stunning guest in front of her, thinking that she might sound a little angry, but to her surprise, Randall's expression didn't change, and he could even be called focused , staring intently at the moon card on the table, as if there were some nice patterns on it.

"Emotionally...you may be caught in a triangle or a multi-angle relationship..." the fortune-teller continued, "but the moon symbolizes listening to your dreams to find peace in the inner world, suggesting that you have to face your fears, and you turn your back. This card is again a reversed Moon, which means that there are inner fears or unresolved issues starting to show up...it probably won't be long before they resolve."

"If you've ever experienced a major loss, or dreaded an impending change in your life, you've probably noticed that during the day you can usually cope with these things rationally. But at night, the fear and grief come back You. The sun illuminates the outer world, and the moon illuminates the inner world of feelings, imaginations, hopes and fears."

The fortune-teller changed his tone in a low voice, "The fortune-telling ends here, if you are still satisfied..."

Randall seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, raised his head and smiled at her, his facial features were more profound because of the dim candlelight in the room, and a kind of indistinguishable handsomeness was revealed on his face, " Thanks, I want to ask something else."

The fortune-teller looked at Randall carefully again in surprise because of his unchanging voice. It seemed that it took a few seconds to recognize that it was not a woman but a man. He swallowed nervously, "...Uh, uh, yes, you can ask."

Randall pointed at the moon card, "Is this pattern only found in Tarot cards?"

The fortune teller looked along his fingers, and Randall was pointing at the pattern of the 'moon'. In the Tarot card, the pattern of the moon is the profile of a woman, "It should be... the woman on the moon frowned Bowing your head represents anxiety and confusion, which is an image that only appears in Roma divination."

Randall pulled out his phone, "Can I take a picture?"

The fortune teller didn't understand why there was a sudden fanaticism in his eyes, but he nodded, "Please, please..."

Randall took a photo of the moon pattern, stood up and took out a $10 Hamilton from his pocket, and put it on the table, "Thank you, you helped me a lot."

The fortune teller looked at the paper money in a daze, and then at Randall, "It's only one dollar, please wait a moment, I want to give you some change..."

Randall waved his hand, turned to look at her when he lifted the curtain, and said with a smile: "The more is your reward, thank you for helping the police send clues."

His side face was reflected in a circle of soft light by the light outside, and the beauty beyond gender almost knocked the fortune teller down. She sat on the seat without saying a word for a long time, and it took a while before she blushed and looked down. When facing the moon card, I suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment - no wonder it is a reversed moon, so why is it that I am caught in a multi-angle relationship every day?

When Randall got out, Dick was already standing outside waiting for him with a crepe, "How is it?"

"I found something."

Randall said seriously, with a serious expression, which made Dick stop laughing, and he showed Dick the photos he took on his mobile phone, "I always feel that Sidra Winn makes me feel familiar, but I can't remember where I saw him, but now I suddenly remembered it when I saw this."

"This is the moon card?" Dick frowned and looked closer. He also knows how to read tarot cards. mean.

"Well, I've seen this pattern before, it was on the wrist of the man who killed my brother..." Randall said in a low voice, "I tried to draw it before and asked others, but they didn't pay attention to it I think, and you also know that my drawing skills... are really not very good."

Dick nodded, remembering the stunning contemporary Picasso-caliber portraits Randall had shown him.

"When I saw this, I remembered that Sidra Winn was that man, the man who killed my brother...they are the same person."

"Let's go back to the police station about this—"

Dick was only halfway through when a sharp alarm sounded. He frowned and looked into the distance. The mobile phone in Randall's hand and the mobile phone in Dick's pocket vibrated at the same time.

"What's the matter, so suddenly?" The siren sounded like it was ringing all over the city, and it was as loud as an explosion in his ears. Randall was taken aback, and took out his phone to see that it was a call from the police station. .

Dick frowned and said slowly: "Whenever there is a major attack, Gotham will issue a warning to let the residents evacuate as soon as possible-something happened, we have to go back quickly."

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