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"Maybe I can find an excuse to say it's...Wakanda's new technology?" Farr also tried to bargain with the world consciousness that was rejecting him, "Anyway, sonic weapons won't kill me anyway, you just need a reasonable Use an excuse to cover up for me."

World awareness: "This is not a problem with the sonic weapon. You secretly adjusted your time flow while taking advantage of the blue light to attract people's attention, and then snatched Shuli out and stuffed it into T'Challa's arms—Shuli didn't Death is a matter of the parallel universe next door. You have caused me a lot of trouble, Father Law, and I can only let you go."

"You're saying that Shuli should have died in this incident? But her soul is still alive," Farr said. "Otherwise I would have found out."

"You should ask your sister about this." Then Farr was thrown out very decisively.

The blond boy took off his helmet, and confirmed to Brono and Qiuqiu: "This world consciousness told me to ask my sister? Hela? Is this my sister's favor to me? For, for the first time we met She drew her sword and threatened me or something?"

"Maybe it's because after so many years, no one went to chat with her anymore, so I made a sense of presence in front of you." Qiuqiu made an irresponsible guess, "After all, you are the only one of her three younger brothers. Can, and likes, run to Earth."

Farr nodded: "Brono, remind me to go to Norway to see her after arriving on Earth. Anyway, I am very grateful that she is willing to protect Shuli's soul fire. T'Challa must not lose me and her at the same time. Shuri. Although I don't know how she found me in so many parallel universes, Loki had to go through the spaceship Badr in the first place."

Brono: "Okay, I've joined the memorandum of the Earth Travel Plan. Do you want to play some other games to slow down?"

"Seriously? Brono, you have always strictly controlled the time I play games." The blond boy took two deep breaths, "I'm actually used to accepting this fact, in fact, for any of my ex-boyfriends, I It's been 'dead' for many, many years, right?"

The ball jumped slightly as if arching his hand: "It's okay Farr, at the current speed of cosmic fusion, you will be able to see them again soon."

Farr: "...I'm not sure what you said, Qiuqiu, is really trying to comfort me."

Brono: "He's reminding you to face the harsh reality, Farr."

Qiuqiu: "That's right, you don't want them to find out that you're not dead, but forget about them, right?"

Farr had to put his helmet back on.

Although he no longer has his boyfriend, at least he still has the memory.

……

The thin boy with blond hair and blue eyes looked around the environment and felt that today's dream was too real.

He could even clearly know that he was dreaming.

He was on a certain street in Brooklyn, he had some impression, was it the third or fourth left turn at the school?There was a stack of newspapers tied up with rope at his feet, and he was also holding a copy in his hand. It seemed that he should be a newsboy.

Couldn't he even be a young man in his dream who doesn't have to worry about making a living?

The boy also looked at his own image in the dream through the shop window, and found that he was still the familiar self who was much shorter, thinner and smaller than his peers.He sighed slightly, thinking he could experience what it was like to be as tall as Bucky.

Bucky was his, Steve Rogers, only friend.

Sometimes, Steve would envy Bucky's good figure.

Steve waved the newspaper in his hand and started to sell it. Pedestrians hurried past, and occasionally someone would stop and buy a copy.

Suddenly, a girl's scream came from the alley closest to him—to be honest, this was the Brooklyn he was familiar with.Steve rushed into the alley with the newspaper in his arms: "Stop!"

There were four tall men trying to touch a red-haired girl. Steve squeezed the thinnest one out of the way. Of course, he was still much stronger than him, and he managed to catch the girl. Block her in front of her.

The strange thing is that the faces of these five people are very vague.

Steve attributes it to the fact that he was dreaming.

A certain one yelled at him to mind his own business and sell his newspaper.

"Come on, boy. Since the pretty lady says she doesn't want to, you shouldn't go any further."

A young boy's clear voice came from the alley, and Steve subconsciously looked over.

The visitor has slightly curly blond hair, the sun shines on his blond hair and eyelashes, his eyes are cold because of seeing such a thing, and his blue eyes are like frozen glaciers.

The girl behind him seemed to shout something, but Steve didn't hear it, he seemed to be nailed in place by those blue eyes, just seeing this boy, his heart beat violently, and tears flowed from his eyes Come out in control.

He knew the boy's name.

Steve opened his mouth, the name should be on his lips, he could blurt it out.

He didn't remember.

His dream awoke.

Steve opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, the boy's exquisite facial features could still emerge in front of his eyes, a beauty Steve had never seen before.Moreover, the background of this dream was brilliant and bright, and he didn't encounter any bad things. On the contrary, being able to dream of such a young man should be regarded as a beautiful dream no matter how you look at it.

But he reached out and touched his face was cold, and even the pillow was soaked with tears.

It's like, it's like he hasn't owned this boy for even a second, and he has lost him thousands of times.

It's so weird.

Steve jumped out of bed with bare feet, ran to the desk, opened his beloved sketchbook and drew the blond boy in a somewhat rude manner.

He must bring it to Bucky to see.

Two teenagers walk down the streets of Brooklyn side by side.

"This is so weird," Bucky said. "I can't think of anything in this dream of yours that would make you cry. The last time you cried was years ago when Aunt Sarah..."

Ever since he'd known Steve, his buddy had always shed more blood than tears.

"Maybe it's because I'll never see him again?" Steve looked gloomy, his throat tightened to reveal the fact, and his voice was muffled. "I was very happy and very sad when I saw his face."

"You've probably been drawing too many portraits lately, Steve, and you've dreamed of someone who's perfect in every way." Bucky patted his friend on the back, "Cheer up, bro. He's just a dreamer in your dreams." It is impossible for someone to grow up like this."

Steve's fingers clasped the edge of his sketchbook: "You're right, Bucky. He's not real."

He is just mine.

……

"Hey, Steve!" The brown-haired young man walked quickly towards his friend, "How is today?"

He noticed the familiar sketchbook in the blond young man's arms: "Isn't it? You dreamed of that person again?" He was a little worried, "Have you noticed? You have dreamed of him more and more frequently recently, How about I accompany you to the hospital for a check-up?"

Steve reassures, "I'm fine, Bucky. I'm just having those dreams over and over again."

"We have passed that alley more than 100 times, and the street basketball court. You have actually sold newspapers for a while. The sketchbook that drew him is already the eighth?" Bucky messed up his friend Golden Retriever, "You shouldn't keep thinking about him."

Steve slaps Bucky's hand off: "I can't help it. I think he's real, I'm dreaming of his life, and it's maybe, you know, fate that made him so special to me .After all, the faces of other people in the dream are blurred, I can only see him....I just want to see him too."

Bucky sighed: "If he really exists, you will meet one day. After all, with such a face, he can't be anonymous forever. Let's go, take you to the ballroom, you should talk about a girlfriend .”

That leaves no time to think about the man of your dreams.

Steve was completely pulled forward by his friends.

"No girl wants to be in a relationship with me, Bucky, they'll never think I'm good everywhere like you are." Steve was not keen on dancing, and he cast his eyes on both sides of the street, trying to temporarily Find out where to go - better than a ballroom anyway.

A young man was standing at a fork in the road, and he didn't seem to know which direction to go. Steve patted Bucky's arm: "Bucky, I'll go see if he's lost."

The brown-haired young man let go and put one hand in his pocket: "Go, I'll wait for you here."

In fact, the reason why the young man stopped in place as if he had taken root under his feet was: "It reminds me of the days when James was still by my side."

"You don't have any memories of falling in love with James at that time." Qiuqiu reminded, "For you at that time, it was your first time to come to Brooklyn, and you were quite interested in strolling around."

"Well, I can take it as a revisiting old place." Farr said so, but still didn't move.

"Hello?" Steve said hesitantly, "I noticed you've been here for a few minutes, are you lost?"

Familiar voice.

Val turned to look at him.

It's Steve.

Steve's pupils dilated, he opened his mouth and found that he still couldn't pronounce his name.

He stammered and introduced himself: "Steve, Steve Rogers."

He wiped the sweat from his palms nervously on his clothes, then stretched out his hand in front of Farr, "May I know your name?"

It's Steve from the parallel universe, not his friend back then.

This fact made Val's eyelashes tremble violently, but he finally took Steve's hand, just smiled and said softly, "Fal, Val Warlock."

Whenever he is in pain, he can always display excellent acting skills and smile gently.

Farr.

Steve read it silently.

Yes, that was the name of the blond youth in his dream.

Steve stares intently at Farr.

For Farr, they met for the first time, but for him, Farr was his long-lost reunion and also his lost and found.

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