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Farr is tall and thin. Although he is indeed a young man, he still looks very young.The muscles on his body are only a thin layer, so he took the letter and hugged his boyfriend back to the house and nestled on the sofa, then squeezed Steve's muscles, and stretched out his hands to compare their current heights: "This should be Military secret, right? Why would you appear in the newspaper and let people know?"

"I was able to pass the medical examination because a researcher overwhelmed all objections and chose me. But just yesterday, he was shot by the enemy. Some people took pictures of me while chasing the murderer." Steve Husband hugged Farr's waist tightly, and said in a heavy tone, "He is a very respectable person, and he is also very friendly to me. We also made an appointment to drink together after the experiment is successful..."

The experiment was the part Steve couldn't talk about, he pursed his lips and buried his face in his boyfriend's shoulder.

"But you still caught the murderer, right? You also saved a little boy." Farr comforted him softly, patted him on the back, "I know you probably can't go into details, but I really care about it This 'experiment'. I will drink with you tonight, how long can you stay at home?"

"I have to go back early tomorrow morning, Farr." Originally, today was not his holiday, but Dr. Erskine, who led the experiment yesterday, was assassinated, and his officers were concerned about how to use him, the only successful experimental product. There were still huge differences, so he was given a little time to move freely.

Farr messed up his boyfriend's hair: "No wonder you came back early in the morning, then we have to cherish the remaining ten hours. I baked bread and fried eggs, but I may have to give them another You make a sandwich? Eat well first, Steve, no matter what happens, I'm here for you."

"If you don't often steal snacks, I will trust you more, Farr." Steve looked at the refrigerator, and the snacks he just bought for his boyfriend before he left have been used up, "It seems that you have Finished eating, shall I accompany you to buy snacks in the afternoon?"

When he and Farr were together, there was actually nothing special about them, it was just the two of them living an ordinary life.But because the people around him are his sweethearts, everything Farr does shines in his eyes.

It also made him feel that he was loving life and life more than ever.

After the two had breakfast, Farr wrote the number and date on the envelope as usual, and cut out the section of the newspaper that mentioned Steve and put it in the drawer: "When the war is over, one day we will be in front of the orphanage. When we are basking in the sun on the grass, there may be a few children around us, chirping and asking us what the army or the battlefield is like. I probably have to read these letters again to answer."

Steve thought for a while: "But shouldn't I be sitting next to you at that time? You can ask me directly."

"I'm afraid you can't remember it yourself." Farr gave him a coat of his own. "You just remember to say you love me. Come on, you can't wear your old clothes anymore. Let's go shopping in the street. You buy some new clothes. You can eat out at a restaurant at noon, go to a movie in the afternoon or do you prefer to go to the ballroom? All the girls in Brooklyn will want to dance with you, but no, they can only look at you Dance with me. Finally we'll come home and have a drink, and I'll take you back to camp tomorrow morning."

Steve thinks Farr's words are right: "Yeah, I just remember loving you."

"I agreed that I'm here to buy you new clothes today, Steve." Pushed by her boyfriend to try on the clothes, after changing the clothes, he found that Steve had three more sets for him to try on. Farr was a little bit have no choice.

Steve blinked innocently: "But I imagined it, you must look good in it."

"I look good in anything, dear." The blond young man raised his chin.

"You're right, then just wrap it up." Steve nodded in agreement, "And that tie over there, well, this belt looks pretty good too..."

"Steve." Farr stopped, took a set and stuffed it into his boyfriend's arms, and whispered before Steve refused, "I'm going to take this set off you with my own hands tonight."

Steve, who now has quadruple hearing, felt that Farr was just talking to his heart, and he could only hear his heart beating for a while: "One set is not enough, I think I should buy a few more sets."

Farr pinched his earlobe: "That's for your next vacation, soldier."

……

This is completely different from what Steve imagined.

He is now in Chicago, in a simple but not so shabby room, lying on the table writing letters to his boyfriend.

In his last letter, he cheerfully told Farr that a well-meaning MP told him that "you should serve your country on the most important battlefield", and he very much agreed with this sentence.

He thought he could finally go to the front line to fight, instead of staying in the laboratory and being used as a blood bank.

Of course, he didn't write the sentence about the laboratory in the letter. Anyway, with his current recovery ability, the pinholes after the blood draw will heal quickly, and when he returns to his boyfriend, there will be no trace left on his body.

So there are some things that I don't worry about Farr after knowing about him.

Steve wrote in the letter that he immediately agreed to the congressman without hesitation and told the other party that he was always ready.

——It turned out that the congressman actually pushed him onto the stage to perform with a team of cheerleading girls.

The blond soldier bit his pen, thinking that it would be unwise to tell his boyfriend that he now had to act with a group of standard "America's Sweetheart" girls with blond hair and blue eyes.

The congressman provided some newspapers with his photos, repeatedly publicized that he had rescued a boy, and then asked him to knock down "Hitler" with a punch on the stage, in an effort to persuade people to buy national debt.

Steve clenched the pen holder in his hand, couldn't help frowning and sighing.

He glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and there was only half an hour left before the evening performance, and he could write for another ten minutes, and then he had to post the letter immediately after the performance.

"Steve Rogers!" A girl knocked on his door, and Steve remembered the voice as Lydia, his co-star.

Steve folded the letter before opening the door: "What's the matter, Lydia?"

The girl's cheeks were flushed, and she stuffed a note into his hand: "A blond young man asked me to pass it on to you. Is he your friend? Or do you want to take a photo with you? Can I be with you?"

Lydia couldn't help turning her eyes around Steve's chest muscles and powerful arms wrapped in tights. She actually liked Steve's figure very much, but who made Steve treat them so beautifully? The girls are all normal, and it is said that he already has a lover and writes letters to his lover every day.

So she rarely talks to Steve.

But thinking of the young man who handed the note to her, she still looked up at Steve's blue eyes waiting for an answer.

If she could have such a boyfriend, how many little sisters would envy her.

Steve unknowingly took the note and unfolded it.

It's Farr's word!

He read softly to the light: "Me and Hot Coco, waiting for you in the audience."

"That blond guy, he's very good-looking, isn't he?" Steve carefully refolded the note, leaving no room for the tights, and tucked it into the straps that fastened the shield to his arm. up.

Sure enough, I know each other!

Lydia's eyes lit up.

"He's more than just my friend," Steve said. "Thanks for your help, Lydia, I have to prepare a bit more."

Steve closed the door while Lydia hesitated to speak, rewashed his face and combed his hair again. Considering that he will wear a mask for a while, he rarely put on some hairspray, hoping to remove the mask. Can not be too messy.

Standing backstage waiting to go onstage, Steve worried that he might not be able to find his boyfriend in the crowd.

When he really walked in front of everyone step by step, under the light, he still found Farr at a glance.

His blond young man sat in the front row and looked up at him slightly, his eyes were extremely focused and his expression was gentle.Clearly on a wide stage, surrounded by voices, Steve vaguely recalled the quiet alley where he first dreamed of Farr.

Farr has captured him since then.

They're not in a relationship, they're in it.

The blond-haired young man followed the crowd to cheer and applaud Steve's performance, bowed together with the girls, and after the curtain call, Steve immediately took off his hood and walked towards him: "Fare!"

"Maybe it's not too hot." Farr handed Steve another cup of hot cocoa, explaining to his boyfriend why he came over suddenly, "Before I got your letter, I read the 'U.S. The relevant reports about the captain', I think this must be different from the days you expected after joining the army. Then I saw your letter, my little boyfriend was so naive as to believe what the congressman said, and he was full of expectations-the gap is not small, Right?"

Steve took Farr back to his room in silence. As soon as Farr came in, he locked the door and hugged Farr against the door, lowering his head and resting his chin on Farr's shoulder.

"You need me, so I came to you." Farr said, "Even if I can only give you a hug, it's worth the [-]-hour train journey."

"I always need you." Steve closed his eyes, his voice was very soft, as if he was exhausted, he repeated, "I always need you, Farr."

"But you don't really just want a hug, do you?" The blond young man touched his boyfriend's hair, and then he said with a smile, "You still put on hairspray? To see me? You don't have to, Steve, the little wings on your hood, I think it's pleasing to the eye because of you."

"Fall!" Steve bit his boyfriend's lip to stop more words, "I knew from the first day I got the hood that you would be very unhappy with the design."

Farr nodded: "Yes, I think that design is very inconsistent. But what can I do, you are cute."

The author has something to say: Cough, I think I’ve always been super secretive in my driving, please understand 23333 hahahaha, so you all like to watch the US team being publicly executed 23333 (it’s just as bad as me, love you mua~)