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"I'll ask Bucky to look after you for a while after you fall asleep." Farr said, "Then I'll go to the hotel to pick up things and return the room by the way."

Originally Farr said he was traveling in Brooklyn, but later he met Steve and stayed in the hotel for several months.From the beginning, I did go shopping with Steve, and gradually the two of them just stayed together like any ordinary couple and didn't care about where they went. The two young people were very happy when they made an appointment to go shopping. Make a day.

Steve was an art student. When choosing clothes and accessories for Farr, he always looked at the whole set. Therefore, Farr’s things gradually became more and more, and most of them were placed directly at Steve’s house. Will use, still have a part in the hotel room.

"Don't look for Bucky." Steve said immediately, "He probably won't be staying at home at this time, Farr, you haven't met him a few times, do you know where to find him?"

His last sentence seemed to be testing something, and Farr felt a little out of place again, but he still replied, "I really don't know."

It's strange to think about it, he and Steve have to meet every day, but they can't run into Bucky, it seems that Farr and Bucky avoid each other deliberately.

But he didn't want to meet James who reminded him of himself. If he went to make friends with Bucky with such emotions, he felt that it would be unfair to James and Bucky in this universe.

So why Bucky?

Hearing what Farr said, Steve breathed a sigh of relief and moved inside, motioning Farr to sit by the bed: "Can I see you when I wake up? If I don't, I won't sleep."

He has always been inexplicably wary of Farr meeting Bucky in his heart, as if as long as Bucky wants to, he will definitely get his Farr easily.Seriously, that's pretty normal, after all, who doesn't like Bucky?

But when it was just Val and him, he could be very confident that Val would like him.

Farr never cared that he looked small and sickly, Farr was looking at his soul.Steve firmly believed so.

So he deliberately staggered the time of the two of them. After a few times, Bucky laughed that he wanted to get along with Farr too much, and at the same time, Bucky himself took the initiative to create conditions for the two of them to be alone.

"I have a purpose, Steve." Val put a hand over his eyes, "I'll come back to you."

Steve's eyelashes swept across his palm a few times before they closed obediently: "I try to sleep as long as possible, so that I can see you again when I wake up, like you never left me."

Farr took that as a sign that Steve was sick and vulnerable.

After Steve's heavy breathing became steady, Fall retracted his hands and got up and walked out: "Ball, I always feel that there is something wrong with this universe."

Qiuqiu coughed a little guilty: "You will know when you see Steve's sketchbook later. I thought you would have found out a long time ago."

"His sketchbook?" Farr raised his eyebrows, "Because he hasn't drawn much since I met him. Only once did I accompany him to sketch on the street, and in the end I leaned on the street lamp to act as a model for him."

Qiuqiu complained: "Okay, okay, I know you are the only scenery in his eyes. You have to look at his paintings first so I can explain it more intuitively."

Farr nodded.

……

Before Steve even opened his eyes, he heard the sound of pages being turned, and he knew it was Farr sitting next to his bed.I couldn't help laughing: since his mother passed away, no one has been watching him when he is sick.

What's more, this person is Farr, the one who wants to get the love of the other party at all costs.

"Drink some water?" Seeing that Steve woke up, Farr put down the book in his hand, and felt the temperature on Steve's forehead with the back of his hand. It was much lower than before going to bed, and the fever should have subsided.He went to pour him a cup of hot water again, and brought a bowl of porridge to the bed. Steve looked at the bowl and then at him. Farr smiled: "Want me to feed you? Didn't you say that you are not a child anymore?" ?"

Steve thought that he had already asked for a kiss today, so he sighed and sat up to drink porridge.

"Can I have a look at your paintings?" Farr pointed his finger at the cover of the book, "I'm a little tired after reading the book for a long time."

"It's on the table." Steve was a little embarrassed, "I can't draw well."

Farr went to the table and picked up a book to read: "I think the landscapes you draw are very life-like, and the characters have their own characteristics..." In fact, there are only a few pages that depict the streets and alleys of Brooklyn, or draw them in a hurry. Pedestrians passing by.

Everything else is just him.

Smiling with crooked brows and eyes, looking down at flowers, looking up at the stars...

As long as you see one picture, you can easily see how passionate Steve is for the person in the painting, but he is holding a thick book in his hand.

Farr's fingers slightly curled up, as if scalded by the ardent enthusiasm.

Although Farr confirmed from Qiuqiu on the first day in this parallel universe that he had indeed fallen in love with Steve here, but because he was different from the self who had no memory back then, he remembered the relationship with James Yes, so the step-by-step pursuit of Steve was just silent and did not refuse, and walked over according to the fixed plot, but actually did not give much actual response in his heart.

But doesn't Steve deserve total affection?

Farr had to admit to himself that if it wasn't for James, he would definitely fall in love with Steve's courtship.

"Fare?" After a while, there was no sound of paper flipping, Steve frowned and tried to remember what he had drawn, but because his fever had just subsided and his thinking was slow, he couldn't think of anything, so he asked bluntly, "What's wrong? "

Farr pinched his palms with his nails, deliberately made a joke to cover up his ecstasy just now: "I shouldn't say that you draw well, you always draw me, as if I am boasting that I look good .”

"You are good-looking." Putting the bowl back on the bed, Steve discussed the issue with him with a serious face, "You are the prettiest. But I don't just like your face, I like your whole person .”

"I know." Farr repeated softly, "I know."

Love is harder to hide than felony murder.

He knew it from the first day we met.

Then he lowered his head and continued to roll back, thinking about what Qiuqiu wanted him to see.

The blond young man picked up the lower right corner of a page with his index finger, and paused when his eyes glanced at the date of signature.

This portrait of him that Steve drew two months before he met him?

"Have you seen me somewhere before?" Farr turned the page again, only looking at the date, only to find that the whole book was drawn before meeting him, and the last page was also the week when the two met. "Is this what you imagined me to be? You want to see me with short hair? Ah, and a plaid shirt? I remember you had one of those shirts, Steve."

"I saw it in my dream." Steve finally recovered from his fever, and blushed again, "I thought, what would you look like outside of my dream, what kind of hairstyle would you change? What style would you like to wear? Clothes? What do you like to do? As for that plaid shirt..." he said vaguely, "I just drew it randomly."

Dream?

Farr raised his eyebrows: "Draw it casually? You really don't want to see me wearing your clothes?"

Blushing even more, Steve lay back on the bed and pulled the covers over his head.

Farr went over and pulled it down, but didn't pull it down: "I'm going to kiss you through the quilt."

Steve hesitated for a few seconds, still reluctant to miss the kiss, and revealed his face and said, "Then you should kiss me directly."

Val leans over him, blond hair sliding over Steve's face. "You're so cute, Steve."

He straightened up after kissing Steve's forehead.

Then he took another book from the desk and opened it, looking at the date and even the paintings from many years ago. It was still him, standing on the street shaking the newspaper and talking to someone.

Steve didn't draw it, he just sketched it out.

But Farr knew who that man was.

It's his James.

"What dream, Steve?" Farr closed the sketchbook and refused to read any more. "In what kind of dream did you see me?"

Just as Steve was about to speak, Farr said, "You'll tell me when you're better. Go to sleep."

When Steve fell asleep again, Farr immediately asked Qiuqiu: "What's going on?"

"Cosmic fusion." Qiuqiu answered very simply this time, "Cosmic fusion is not something that can be completed in a day or two. It is from this parallel universe that you find that some universes are merging, and you have been to other universes but have no experience." No memory, I realized that my memory had a problem."

"...Is this universe only dreamed by Steve?"

Qiuqiu knew what he actually wanted to ask: "In this memory of yours, yes. You don't have to think so much, in fact, you haven't met Bucky a few times in this parallel universe. You know, in the end You must have done something to be thrown out by this world consciousness, so you should cherish the days with Steve even more, because..."

"Because every passing day is the countdown to his loss of me." Farr took the words, he rubbed his temples, "I just don't know if he likes me or my former friend Steve likes me." I."

Brono answered his question: "Fare, you never only need to look someone in the eye to know how much the other person loves you. He loves you."

Farr was silent for a moment: "Ball, I want to temporarily remove my memory of James. If I don't think of James when I take off the helmet, then you let me find it again."

"I think this is a knot." Qiuqiu said, "When the time comes, you will have to think of Steve again and again in front of James."

"So the best result is that after I retrieve this memory, I can rely on the rules I set up to directly remember James." Farr pointed his index finger on his temple, "If I don't do this, I'm afraid Couldn't really fall in love with Steve until I got kicked out of the world consciousness. But I wanted to give it to him, and he wanted my love, and I wanted to give it to him."

The author has something to say: ah, it will take a month to see comments from the front desk qwq please little angels don't abandon me (crying)