prince and his shield

"Leave?" Royston asked back in astonishment.

"Yes." Rose took a box of salad bought from the supermarket and used the key to enter the door, and was slightly surprised to see Royston fully dressed.

"Why?" Royston's face darkened.

Such a big man, so stingy?

"It is said that there is an important date." Rose put down the green salad, "Your meal."

Royston loosened his brows, thoughtful.

After he figured it out, he relaxed, and then saw Sarah's disgusted face: "I don't want to eat. I don't want to go to film."

Rose turned her head: "Really? You don't plan on filming anymore."

"I won't shoot this anymore." Royston looked at her with a frown, as if he thought she was unreasonable.

Rose..."I really want to say that you are happy."

"No, you can't go back on your word." Rose felt that it was too difficult for Royston to break into the showbiz.

But that is his ideal after all, and he still needs to cooperate with it.Otherwise, it's time to make a fuss.

Royston's eyes darkened.

"You lost favor in the circle at the beginning of the article, and you are still counting on who will invite you in the future? There will be no guest roles." Rose didn't realize that something was wrong, and said lightly.

Royston was silent for a while, then laughed a bit: "Then, let's go. I'm still looking forward to participating in that director's play, it's very interesting."

Rose is used to his 'double standard': "Let's go then."

Although I don't like it, I really hope that Steve can return as soon as possible.

……

Steve tugged at his suit.

From before to now, a well-fitting black formal suit can never go wrong.

He was holding a Corolla in his hand, the purest red rose, so beautiful.

"A date?" asked the driver sitting right in front of him.

"Correct."

The driver parked the car at the gate of the cemetery, dumbfounded.Get the money and sneak away.

The weather in the UK is always foggy, and today is particularly gloomy.

He looked at the cemetery shrouded in mist in front of him, pursed his lips, rolled his Adam's apple, and stepped in.

Fury gave him the exact location of the cemetery, and finding it was inevitable.

He was still terrified when he suddenly saw that name appearing on the heavily wind-eroded stele.

After gathering his mind, he lifted his foot forward again.

The writing on the stele has become very weathered, and the names and dates of birth and death can only be barely read.

There are no epitaphs.

Roy is lying here.

The person who feels that he can't live alone has been lying here for more than 70 years, no one cares about him.

He stood in front of the stele, his thoughts empty.

After a while, he turned the rose in his hand, squatted down, and placed it in front of the monument.

"...Hi." After a long time, he spoke.

There are only names on the monument, but no photos. r and s have been weathered with only shallow traces left.

With all my heart and soul, I wanted to say a lot, but I couldn't pick out a single word.

He squatted for a long time. After a while, he changed his center of gravity and continued to squat.

"Strange? I'll give you roses." After speaking, he exhaled slowly, "I've always wanted to do this, and finally I got it."

Time seems to be longer and slower.

The air is too cold and the vegetation is heavy.

"Maybe only roses, you will be unhappy." He reached into his pocket, took out a small bag and put it next to the roses, "I didn't bring too much."

"I'll bring you some next time."

After putting it away, Steve looked at it for a while and sat down cross-legged.

"Roy, I met your great-grandson." Steve hissed after finishing speaking, "It's weirder to say than to be true."

"He looks exactly like you, it really scares me. Well," pauses, he laughs, "Of course, he's a model. Livelier, fitter, and... well, a lot more than you." thing."

Once the conversation is open, the next step is much easier.

Steve looked at the tombstone gently, and slowly said what he had said and what he hadn't said.

"When the relationship was at its worst, I wanted to throw you out of my house," Steve sighed. "You know how annoying you are?"

He lowered his head and pulled his trousers: "It's a pity that I didn't know that I would so much hope that you would stay by my side forever."

"Now, I think it's an extravagant wish to see you again. Of course, it's not difficult to talk about your face." Steve laughed twice, his voice dry.

"I'm sorry, I called you a cold-blooded animal. I'm also sorry that I didn't keep it in time. Maybe, after you get the news that I disappeared during the war, you will jump."

He fell silent again, for a long time, and spoke again.

"I can't imagine how you felt when you heard the news." Steve looked at the tombstone, reached out to wipe the dust on the name, and stroked it, "Maybe, like me now?"

"I hope it feels better than mine." Otherwise, it would be too uncomfortable, and I would cry again.

Words stuck in his throat again.

He stared at the tombstone and smiled: "I miss you a little."

Steve, who was immersed in his own emotions, didn't notice a hidden camera on the tree behind him, and pointed it straight at him.

"Still there?" The standard old British man with a precarious hairline sat behind the desk, looking at his assistant.

"Yes." The black-haired, brown-skinned female assistant shrugged.

The man put his hand up like a tower, and poked his chin: "What kind of young man in his early 20s would deliberately mourn a person who has been dead for more than 70 years?"

"Maybe it's the juniors who know the news. He is from the United States." The assistant lowered his head and concentrated on pressing a BlackBerry mobile phone, speculating casually.

"741 doesn't have any relatives," the man leaned back on his seat, "what's the name on this person's passport?"

"Steve White."

"Well, Steve." The man put his hands on his knees, "What a coincidence."

"Half a year ago, how many transport planes went to the Arctic Research Station?" The man narrowed his eyes.

"Three."

"Escort formation." The man hummed softly.

"How is our 741 developing in the United States?" The man changed the subject.

"Very good." The assistant kept up with the boss's thinking without any difficulty.

"Really?" The man smiled half a smile, "It seems that they are not taken seriously."

The assistant finally looked up at him from his busy schedule.

"I think I'm being too hard on them." The man raised an eyebrow.

"No." The assistant bowed his head again.

"You shouldn't just see their surface, you know how scary they are." The man reminded her.

"Yes." The assistant's voice was not very respectful.

The man was not surprised that she silently disagreed, but just turned the chair: "Send me the photo of the man in the cemetery, I have something to confirm."

"Yes."

……

S.H.I.E.L.D. is a highly autonomous and very secretive organization, and few people know the inside story.

However, there is a certain degree of cross-cooperation with organizations such as the FBI and the CIA, so it was not too surprising for Fury to receive the contact from the CIA.

"It's so strange that you would contact me?" Fury looked at the person across the computer.

"Is this your person?" The person opposite directly dragged out a photo.

Fury looked at the extremely familiar figure above: "...Yes."

How did the captain get rid of the people following him and run to England? ?Didn't you say you don't plan to go there for now?

"Any questions?" Fury rubbed his temples calmly.

"It's just a matter of identity." The person in charge of CIA looked at him dissatisfied, "You should tell us in advance."

"My people went abroad for personal reasons." Fury said calmly, "You cannot restrict the personal freedom of American citizens."

"Can criminals also cross borders at will?"

Fury leaned back. "Who are you implying?"

The person in charge of cia moved the photo: "I didn't target anyone."

"I hope so." Fury bared his teeth.

Steve didn't know that he just wanted to meet Roy alone, and he provoked the three organizations to conduct a small cross-border negotiation. He stayed in the cemetery until dark before getting up and leaving.

The old British man who received a vague reply from the US looked at the people in the surveillance and laughed: "This is interesting."