A person will have a lot of ideas in this life. From a certain toy that I longed for in my childhood, to the heroic dream of my youth. In the guidance of youth, the country was inspired to write words, and when he entered the society, he smoothed out the edges and corners, and began to pursue real materials such as money and power.

How many people have abandoned their dreams? How many people have been crushed by reality and given up the dreams of their youth. Those times when you wake up in the middle of the night and feel like you're alive like a shell.

Do you regret that you have given up some of your ideas, such as putting down your brush, leaving the text, putting on the formal clothes that you once hated, combing your big oily hair, and dressing yourself up like a social elite?

You begin to care about the political conferences that you once hated, and you go to see certain conclusions from those meetings and the changes in the people in power. Whether it's related to you or not, maybe it's a job need, or maybe it's just a group of [social people] talking at the wine table.

Some people may think that this is a sign of maturity, but not everyone thinks so. People are different, sometimes they wash their faces in the morning and look at themselves in the mirror so strange. The thoughts in my head are so alienated and alien to the people in the mirror in front of me.

Driving an ordinary SUV in the city and slowly enduring the speed of twenty or thirty kilometers per hour, looking at myself in the rearview mirror, the person in the car seems so ordinary and ordinary, is this really me? There is no difference between the drivers of the cars stuck in the road, where do you feel about your existence as a "person"? Are you an "independent] lifeform? Or is it just an ordinary ant?

There may be a group of young people riding a large-displacement motorcycle, and the 800cc engine bursts into an earth-shattering roar. So conspicuous and unsociable in the city.

In this era when [successful people] all drive cars, spending no less money than a car to buy a motorcycle? I'm afraid that many people will think it's stupid.

Some people may complain about the "unsociable and unruly" knights and honk their horns. But some people will also wake up suddenly, and the same is true of a certain era in their own lives.

I used to be so unsociable, riding a motorcycle through the city at midnight chasing wind and freedom. I used to wear self-spray paint in the middle of the night to graffiti on parks and buildings, and put my own street art.

Or a three-on-three bullfight on a public basketball court, where maybe the ball turns into a fight, and the fight turns into a friend. Maybe you skipped an important class, even if the professor may fail your subject at the end of the semester, but you also have to find a computer to watch a life-and-death match of the Barcelona team (European football giants), just to fulfill a Barcelona dream.

Life, these deviant lives. Those who once cherished the ideal of naivety. Some people may be gone forever and mature forever. Of course, there is nothing wrong with maturity, and most people live in the city with maturity.

However, there are also some people who suddenly realize something special at a certain age. They don't want to live like this mature anymore, maybe it's nature, maybe it's not willing to be ordinary.

Some people want to live out of the way again.

He quit his job as a police officer and started training to prepare for fights, and he is a professional boxer.

She quit her job as a teacher and took a paintbrush with her, she is a painter.

After quitting the management of a big business and starting to wear a fall suit and study cycling techniques, he was a future conqueror of the Isle of Man. (Note: The Isle of Man TT World Motorcycle Racing Championship is also the most dangerous race.) And there is only honor and no prize money (only the champion has a prize money, and it is a mere 1,500 pounds), and the finisher is the hero)

"So what are they for?" Donald, who was in his sixties, whispered these words to Professor Rogers. Captain Rogers listened patiently, as if he didn't care that the president's important aides were wasting their time.

Although Captain Brendan Rodgers is very, very busy right now, there is a lot to do. But he still responded to Donald with a smile: "Why?"

Donald sighed, "Maybe it's just because he wants to prove that he exists." There are so many people in the world, it's terrifying. It's like a drop of water on the sea, and no one cares about an ordinary drop of seawater. ”

"There will always be people who are unwilling to live such an ordinary life. Ordinary beings are like all beings, they are trying their best to exude all the light and heat in their lives. There are even people who do all this in a way that burns themselves. No matter the dangers ahead, until the end of the burning day. They are still shouting and singing loudly, just to attract the whole world to prove themselves. Prove yourself worth as a person. ”

"As an individual life that exists alone, the affirmation and realization of the values of independence, freedom, self, existence, etc. Donald said with some emotion: "For some people, life is more than just living. ”

Captain Rogers nodded. In fact, today's meeting with Donald was not accidental, but carefully arranged. Even the incumbent president is unaware of the meeting of his closest aides and the most prestigious hero of American folklore with political figure Steve Rogers.

And this meeting was secretly brokered by Tony Stark, and Li Jie led the night watchman as an external detective, blocking all possible accidents and preventing anyone from prying eyes on this meeting. Because maybe this meeting is a very sensitive issue. None of this is to be known to outsiders.

This is likely to be related to the subsequent transformation of the Illuminati to the entire planet, and even the subsequent process of mutant policy and social reform in general.

Captain Rogers picked up the paper cup in front of him, and the paper cup contained coffee. He took a sip and then spoke, "So, Mr. Donald, you and I are not just here to talk about this. ”

Donald clenched his fists: "Naturally not, Captain. I say all this today just to show my attitude. ”

Rogers: "What's the attitude?"

Donald: "Attitude to life! Attitude to life!"

"When I was younger, I listened to your story and was inspired, and I aspired to be as great as you. But life has smoothed my edges. As I said in my previous story, I'm mature. I thought I was going to live on forever. ”

"Until one day, I got up in the morning and brushed my teeth. I glanced in the mirror in front of me, and I suddenly realized that I was so old. Look at the wrinkles and gray hair on my face. And the old hand. I also felt lower back pain when I woke up. It's not because I did some heavy labor the day before, it's just because my body is aging. Donald said lightly.

"I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, 'Oh my God, what the hell is going through this guy's going through?' What was it that made him the ghost he is today? And then I suddenly realized that the person in the mirror was me. ”

"In the best days of my life, I devoted all my energy to the struggle for power. It was only at this age that it dawned on me, was this really what I wanted? I found a letter in my old belongings. I wrote it when I was in college, and the recipient was me forty years later. None of the ambitions I had set at that age were realized. Donald looked at Captain Rogers and said seriously.

"Captain, I don't lack anything material at my age. I have no shortage of power or money, and my possessions are sufficient for me to live a very rich and even luxurious life. Donald is outspoken about all this, and as the most important staff member in the White House, and even a think tank that can influence the president's decisions, he has received political donations, and he has the qualifications to do so.

Rogers was noncommittal to Donald's words: "So what? Mr. Donald, you don't ask for money now, what do you want?"

Donald smiled, "Maybe I'm a little greedy, Captain. My life has been smoother and more successful than 99% of the people in this world. Originally, when I was in my position, I should know how to be restrained at this age. But I'm still a little greedy, not for anything material, this time. What I am seeking now is to fulfill the ideals of my youth: to build a better society!"

"This naïve vision of the fiery age of my youth. Originally, I thought I would keep it in my heart all along. But when Steve Rogers comes back and I know my dream is going to happen!

Rogers took a deep breath, "I'm just the director of the Spear Bureau. And this department is an international organization, so it may not be able to help you, Mr. Donald. ”

"No, no, no. Donald shook his head: "This is only your beginning, not your end, Captain! Not those pot-bellied politicians, but a real leader!"

"It can break through the darkness and light the way forward. Take us to find glory and pursue the leader of our dreams!" Donald said excitedly, "There is no one more suitable than you, Captain Rogers!"

"I'll tell you the truth. The current president's term ends this year. The general election has already begun to build momentum, but everyone is waiting to see what happens. Because everyone is afraid that a heavyweight will jump down and stir up the scene at this time. I think you know who they're waiting for?" Donald looked at Rogers, the meaning of which was self-explanatory.

Captain Rodgers was silent, not saying anything. Donald, on the other hand, stared at Rogers in the eye: "The world needs heroes like never before. This is a heroic age. Our country also needs a great leader more than ever. ”

"I'll be blunt, if Captain Brendan you believe in me and you have the will to do more for the world. Then please leave these trivia to me. I am well aware of how the regime in the White House has changed. We need you, and the people need you, President Steve Rogers!" Donald finally said what he was thinking.

Captain Rogers subconsciously shook the silver cross on his chest, which Peggy Carter had given to Rogers before he died.

Rogers held it gently. Peggy, this time I will set sail again with your glory and dreams. I don't know how many hardships and dangers lie ahead, whether it's the sunny road or the abyss.

Please bless me, my dearest love. For our glory and dreams!

ps: Ask for a ticket, this chapter has been written for a long time, ask for a ticket