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

Randall had a long vacation, one reason was that he was suspended by the police station, and the other reason was that the old professor of their major was not in good health recently, so the school had to temporarily ask another graduate student to teach them. Busy with papers and laboratories, after discovering that everyone has a good sense of self-management, I often throw them a topic a week to solve by themselves, and I don’t even take a few online classes.

Randall has worked in the police station for two years, and has a deep understanding of all kinds of human nature. He finished his homework within half a day, and continued to monitor whether his boyfriend had a good rest.

Although Dick said he was still busy, but under Randall's strict control, finally, rarely, he had a stable sleep of 5 hours a day-the kind that he could sleep with his boyfriend in his arms.

When they were about to leave Gotham and return to Bludhaven, Ai Qian told them that the research on the antidote had come to an end, and it could be put into clinical use as long as the stability and side effects were confirmed.

For a while, everyone became more confident in the face of various senior officials who put pressure on them. The Wayne Group announced with great fanfare that it invested in the Research Office, which can be regarded as the first major shareholder of this secret research—of course, Youge The handwriting of Director Deng and Director Robert - when attending frequent social occasions, they also occasionally raised their approval for the idea of ​​​​reviving the death penalty in Gotham.

Everything seems to be moving forward in an orderly manner.

When he brought Lula back to Bludhaven again, it was a sunny day, like the day he first met Officer Grayson.

Dick was called to the police station to hand over, and Randall returned to his apartment. Although he hadn't lived in it for a month, the landlady's mother-in-law would help them clean up every week, probably because she liked Lula's preferential treatment.

Lula was extremely sleepy due to the long drive, and fell asleep under the covers when she got home.

Not long ago, angels and demons came to visit. Of course, they drove to Wayne Manor in a dignified way and rang the doorbell—although it just scared everyone.

Randall still remembered Bruce's vigilant and slightly fidgeting look, but Crowley and the others didn't come here to exchange pleasantries. Seriously, the devil's work is also very busy, isn't it?

They just took the fragments of 'Luna' taken from Selene's body. After all, they don't belong to the same system, and the gods of the other system basically fell into a deep sleep 800 years ago, not in other galaxies Even in other dimensions, even hell can't decide how to deal with this thing properly.

Lucifer, the hands-off shopkeeper, pondered for half a second, then waved his hand, saying that things made by humans should be digested by themselves, so Crowley had to be ordered to bring the fragments to find Lula.

"She is the only person in the world who can accept Luna's power, and giving it to her is the best choice," Crowley said.

"Heaven thinks so too, ah, this is delicious!" Aziraphale squinted and enjoyed Afu's cookies, "Because it's a different system, it's not convenient for us to come forward."

Lula sat next to Randall, and the little girl stared at Crowley with half-understanding eyes.

The devil ticked down the sunglasses, and the golden vertical snake eyes stared at her closely, as if catching prey. After a few seconds, Crowley said slowly: "Luna likes her very much, the relationship between them The fusion is more perfect than that woman."

"Will it be affected by...?" Randall asked hesitantly.

"What? Are you worried that Luna will replace her?" Crowley shook his head, "No, the gods are not so narrow-minded, they just provide a shelter. He is still sleeping, and maybe one day he will be reborn because of his faith. Rebirth, but at that time, the consciousness of the universe will also create a new body for him."

"Would you like to?" Crowley looked at Lula.

The little girl stared at him calmly and calmly, and then nodded slowly after a while, "... yes."

Her voice was soft and thin, as if she hadn't passed the voice change period yet, but it made Randall's hand tremble and almost broke the teacup—this was the first time he heard Lula speak during non-singing time!

"Good boy."

Crowley smiled with satisfaction, and handed the biscuit in his hand to Lula. The little girl paused, then reached out to take it, like a little hamster, lowered her head and crunched the biscuit with both hands as if no one was there. up.

"So how do I give it to Lula?" Since the little girl herself agreed, Randall couldn't say anything more.Thinking about it, Crowley would not lie to himself in this regard. Although he is a devil, the devil is also very honest.

"Ah...this," Crowley's eyes flickered for a moment, "I gave it to her just now, and she ate it up... Well, the fusion is very good, He really likes you."

Randall suddenly lowered his head and saw that the little girl had just finished eating the biscuits, licked her fingertips, and looked up at him innocently.

"……belch."

"..." It looked like he was full.

After staying at home for a while, Randall changed into a set of clothes and went out.

He stood on the side of the road to hail a taxi, and he was relieved when he opened the door and felt the cool air conditioner.Spring has passed, the air has become dull, and the cry of cicadas can be heard faintly among the trees.

Randall told the driver the location of a nearby cemetery, and when he noticed the driver's veiled gaze through the rearview mirror, he just smiled kindly, "Let's go to the flower shop first, I remember the corner is just around the corner. There is a flower shop."

The driver smoked half a cigarette while waiting, and the smoke drifted out from the wide open window, watching Randall standing in the flower shop waiting for the lady clerk to wrap the bouquet.

When the clerk handed over the bouquet, she looked at Randall's face and couldn't help but blushed slightly, "This is just blooming..."

She explained, smiling coyly, "It's Iris Alice season and this bouquet is the first of the month, you're in luck."

Randall rolled his eyes and smiled, "Thank you."

He returned to the taxi with the flowers, and the driver silently pressed out the cigarette butt and restarted the car.

Brudhaven visited countless people in the cemetery throughout the year, and three or four of the ten hitchhikers in a day went to the cemetery with sad faces, and they had long been used to it.

It's just that Randall's face is too bright, and he doesn't wear a mask and glasses, so the driver always has a sense of déjà vu, and can't help but look at him from the rearview mirror from time to time.

Randall has long been used to such gazes, just holding the purple bouquet and staring out of the car window in a daze, his eyes falling on one tree after another.

He remembered when he first came to this city a few years ago.

It seemed that the weather was so sultry that day, which made people breathless.

These memories should have gradually faded away, after all, the human brain automatically filters out uncomfortable memories.

Sadness, pain... these emotions will only become more and more pale and blurred in the mind.

But he unexpectedly found that he still remembered very clearly.

He remembered the feeling of the white shirt clinging to his body due to sweat, the white wildflowers blooming in the flower bed at the entrance of the police station, the sympathetic gaze from the police lady who led him in, and the comfort of Professor Charles pressing his palm on his shoulder , I also remember my sudden dizziness and tinnitus... These memories are so real, as if they happened yesterday.

The cemetery is behind a park, where many trees are planted. At this time, the location of the cemetery is backlit and very shady.

Death and sorrow float in this air, dying and being born again with the breath.

It is said that human beings are also the children of the stars. When a star is torn apart, it will blast all the elements created during its life into the air, and new stars will be reborn from the remnants of dead stars. In this cycle of death and rebirth In it, life is born.

The neatly arranged white tombstones are like a piece of dominoes, each of which hides a memory belonging to the past.

It's just a memory, their bodies have already merged with this universe again.

But human beings can only cling to that point of the past to comfort their souls.

Randall turned to a white tombstone with ease, and put down the iris Alice in his hand.

The name was engraved on the tombstone, the name of his brother, followed by the date of death, nothing more, as simple as a piece of letter paper that was too late to write.

"Brother, long time no see."

Randall lowered his eyes, and after a while simply sat down on the grass in front of him.

"It seems that I haven't seen you for a long time. I haven't been here since I told you last time that I adopted a little mute named Lula. I'm sorry, sorry, forgive me."

He sat cross-legged on the grass, with his back slightly arched, one hand resting on his leg and resting his cheek, and the other hand was idly circling the tip of the sprouting grass.

"I bought flowers for you. I heard that this is the first bouquet of this month. The freshly bloomed flowers are so beautiful. I don't know if you like them. Iris Alice. This is the national flower of France. I remember you said it before. I want to go to France."

"...By the way, Lula is willing to speak recently. Although she just jumped out word by word, it's already very good. She even called me and Dick's names yesterday—"

He was talking about bits and pieces, wandering around on the grass with his eyes downcast, and only occasionally raised his eyes to look at the tombstone.

"Ah, haven't I mentioned Dick to you yet? He is my current boyfriend... I don't know if we will break up in the future, but he is the person I love the most now. Your position is a bit dangerous. If you want A little bit lower than Lula!"

"He is a very good person. It seems a bit general to say so. I don't know how to describe it... He is like my thread, which can hold me and prevent me from drifting away."

"When you were young, you said that I was like a kite, that I wanted to drift and wander, as if I would disappear at any time... I don't think it should be the case now, can you rest assured?"

Of course the stele will not answer, the wind is rustling, blowing the dense leaves, and there is a cry of cicadas in the distance.

Summer is coming.

He sat for a moment with half-closed eyes, as if hearing an answer.

"Wilder," Randall said, "I've got your revenge, so I'm going to move on."

The mobile phone in the trouser pocket vibrated, it was a message from Dick.

【Landa, where are you?I got off work and Lula just woke up and I gave her some cake. 】

Randall looked at the time and found that he seemed to have been in the cemetery for more than an hour.

【Shopping, eating at home tonight, and don't let Lula eat too much cake! 】

【Want to pick you up? 】

【Need not!You rest, I'll be right back. 】

Randall stood up from the grass, patted on his jeans, with a relaxed expression on his face.

"Before you always said that the future will get better."

"I seem to have found that future now."

When I returned to the apartment with the fruit and vegetable bag, it was a bit noisy inside.

Lula is watching a movie with potato chips in her arms, and Dick is on the other side of the sofa on a video call... The opposite should be Tim and Jason. They have a good relationship recently, mainly because of Ah Fu's soft-hearted policy?And Randall gave Bruce a trick to solve Jason's rebellious period that has continued until now.

After all, Randall replaced Dick on the night watch for a while, and the probability of meeting Jason is not low. Every time, he enthusiastically goes to talk to him, as if he regards Jason as an NPC that refreshes from time to time, training his psychology major , to prepare for the final subject.

This also caused Jason to be overwhelmed, turned to Tim to complain, was half-coaxed and half-deceived by the little red bird and captured back to Wayne Manor, reluctantly had a meal with Bruce, and was happily greeted by Dick He stopped and talked for half the night.

He sneaked out of the manor the next day as if he had escaped, but during the routine night patrol time, it seemed that he had reached some unknown agreement with Bruce, and occasionally helped him cooperate.

Randall put down his things, went over and rubbed Lula's little head, then greeted the person on the video call, turned around and touched Dick's cheek affectionately, "I'm going to cook."

"Need help?" Dick looked up and asked him, "I can still help wash and chop vegetables for the time being."

"Well, I'll be alone soon, you guys continue talking," Randall said, "Aren't you talking about Bruce having an illegitimate child? I've been living in your safe house for the next few days, and I haven't seen him yet." .”

"It's better not to see each other," Tim rolled his eyes on the other end of the video call. He also left Wayne Manor and returned to Titan Tower, looking quite annoyed, "You're a little bastard."

"I agree with that," Jason continued, "he is only 1.3 meters but can see people with his nostrils."

"What—you've all seen it?" Dick, who was busy in the police station and missed Bruce's son perfectly, was a little crazy.

"By the way, Cassandra will be back tomorrow, and she will visit him with Stephanie."

"...Wait, so I'm the only one who can't see it?"

Jason sneered, "Yeah, only the mother bird can't see the new cub at home."

Randall chose not to join the fight and quietly walked to the kitchen to make dinner.

At dinner time, Randall took out a bottle of whiskey and shook it in front of Dick, "Drink something good today."

He had steak and salmon, which was a great accompaniment to whiskey.

"Is it a little too strong..." Dick asked, "When did you buy it? Didn't check your ID? Randa...you're not an adult yet."

"I bought a lot of things, they may have forgotten." Randall thought of this, shrugged, and compared the distance with his fingers, "It doesn't matter if you only drink a little."

Dick sighed and compromised: "...just drink a little."

Naturally, Lula couldn't taste alcohol. Randall gave her a can of juice, and she was very happy. After eating, she dangled her legs and ran back to the sofa to watch TV.

Randall and Dick chatted and ate, and half a bottle of whiskey was drained.

Probably when Lula was so sleepy that he fell asleep on the sofa, Dick carried the little girl back to the room. When he came out, he saw Randall squatting in front of the shopping bag and looking through things. His movements were a little slow, as if he was affected by alcohol. .

"Looking for something?" Dick asked him.

Such a little alcohol is nothing to Dick, so his sanity is still very clear now.

"This..." Randall picked up a small box of things and raised his hand and shook it in front of Dick's eyes, "Do you want to use it?"

"..." Dick's expression froze for a moment, and he grabbed his hand, "Wait a minute, what did you buy at the supermarket?"

"I bought a lot," Randall opened the plastic bag to show him, "Because I don't know what model it is, so I bought them all. Now, I am very rich!"

rich in what?Condoms?

Dick was silent again.

Randall looked at him with his head tilted, and said seriously: "It will expire if you don't use it."

Yes, it will expire, but not at all.Dick glanced into the plastic bag, shocked by the number of small boxes.

"Will it run out?" Randall asked him.

"..." Dick cannot be questioned in this regard, "Use it up!"

"Then it's time to teach me, too?" Randall leaned over, his cat-like blue eyes approaching him.

"what?"

"What's behind the kiss?" Randall smiled. "The third step, teach me, Mr. Dick."

……

early morning.

Dick pinched his fingers and calculated.

"You don't come of age for three weeks."

The young man wrapped in the quilt turned over and muttered nonchalantly, "What's the matter? Dicky, please, let me sleep. I only slept for an hour because of you..."

Dick babbled, "But I'm a policeman."

Randall was lying on his back with a hoarse voice, "I'm a policeman too... I'm going to sleep soon, and you'll be up and going to work in four hours."

Dick: "Fuck."

The author has something to say: Iris Alice's flower language is: good news, messenger, miss you

Finished writing!Thank you bosses for your support!See you next time!

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