The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Clark was shocked, and hurriedly used his super strength to catch the perch that had flopped to the ground.

Bruce gasped and touched the side of his cheek. The face didn't hurt, but the wound on his neck began to ooze blood again.

Clark had no choice but to run to the service station in the market again, and asked for a first aid kit and bandages to help Bruce re-bandage the wound.

"Sorry, we have relatively limited medical conditions here. You should have that magical one-spray spray in your suitcase, right?" Clark said while wrapping the bandage.

"Isn't there a hospital in town?" Bruce asked.

"Yes, but there are too many people." Clark shook his head and said, "If we go now, it is conservatively estimated that we should be able to line up before September next year."

As soon as Bruce was about to speak, Clark guessed what he was going to say, so he said, "Private medical insurance is useless. There is only one general practitioner, one intern and one head nurse in the whole town. The big boss of the insurance company is here." , also have to line up."

Bruce didn't say anything, but just shook his head slightly. He was not so arrogant. From the perspective of a Gotham person or a rich man, he criticized the lack of medical resources here.

Kansas is originally an agricultural state, and most of the cities here are underdeveloped, not to mention compared with Gotham, one of the largest cities on the east coast, and even compared with cities in other central states, there is a certain gap.

Now, Bruce understands that everything has good and bad. Gotham is developed because it is developed, but it also brings an extremely fast-paced life. In a place where even gangsters need to be involved, how can there be any leisurely driving a tractor here? What about the market?

After bandaging his neck, Clark hurriedly wanted to go back and let Bruce use the magical bat spray he brought to heal the wound on his neck, but Bruce didn't appear to be in a hurry at all. The market turns.

Clark looked a little surprised, Bruce shook his head slightly and said: "Last night, the first night I just came here, Gordon called me and said that the Falcone family and Roy took the initiative to mediate the conflict Now, and both parties asked Gordon to convey their greetings, let me have a good rest, and don't leave any sequelae."

Bruce sighed and said, "Sometimes, what can prove your existence is not your existence, but your disappearance."

"When you exist, everyone doesn't realize that you exist, or because you exist, they are confident, and when you disappear or almost disappear, they wake up to how important your existence is."

Clark laughed and said, "Thank you, now I'm afraid to ask for leave from the newspaper office. I don't have so much psychological burden."

The two walked to the flea market together, and Clark continued: "My report did create a trend. Many metropolitan citizens are very curious about the mysterious city next door."

"I originally wanted to take this opportunity to add fuel to the fire and write more reports, but during the phone call, Jonathan and Martha disagreed. Jonathan hoped that I could take a long vacation and come back to spend time with my family."

Bruce turned his head to look at him, with some doubts in his eyes, Clark sighed, looked forward and said: "In my life, there are many moments like this, I want to forge ahead bravely and keep moving forward, but Jonathan and Martha persuaded me to come back."

"Later, I found out that they were right. The most difficult thing in this world is not to follow the tide, but to retreat bravely."

"Among the messy river of media, how to obtain more, newer, and more explosive news is actually not difficult. What is difficult is how to be worthy of one's conscience at all times, not to exaggerate for eyeballs, not to exaggerate for more Further and false reports."

"When a report is published, it attracts the attention of the public and attracts everyone's attention. Naturally, other people will dig deeper. Everyone digs deeper than others. When the facts have bottomed out , only false fabrications remain.”

"Will you fabricate it?" Bruce asked, but his tone was full of disbelief. From what he knew about Clark, he was a person who couldn't lie.

"I don't know." Clark shook his head and said, "But Jonathan and Martha have been avoiding this situation. They didn't regard me as an infallible and perfect god. They were afraid that I would go the wrong way. I hope that I can be the rein to rein in my horse from the precipice."

Bruce felt his heart beat, and he seemed to think of someone, and fell into deep thought.

Clark showed a smile, lowered his eyes and said, "I'm very glad that they are there for every critical choice, although it may seem to you that my life is too mediocre, and there is no time for any miracle to happen. , make a decisive choice, but at least avoid self-defeating and hurting others."

"...Here we are." Bruce looked up at the flea market sign engraved with sunflower patterns.

The two walked in, and Bruce found that it was very different from the flea market in Gotham. Most of the second-hand goods here were some farm tools and accessories of various farm machinery, and even some livestock. .

Clark pointed to a straw hat hanging on an old hanger in one of the stalls, and said a little excitedly: "Look, we don't have to take turns wearing hats when we go back. Hello, how much is this hat?"

"Buy something else and give it to you for free." The fat farmer with a cigarette in his mouth and red skin said, "Isn't this little Kent? Didn't your father scold you for not wearing a hat when you go out?"

Several farmers around began to laugh loudly. Clark waved his hand and said shyly, "Don't do that, I'm not a kid anymore, I'm already working."

"Yeah, we all know that you became a reporter for a big newspaper in a big city. That's an amazing job. When are you going to report on our small town?"

"Wait until another meteorite falls."

Clark took out a roll of money from the washed white wide-leg jeans, counted out a few and handed them to the stall owner in front of him, took two cigarette holders and the hanging straw hat from his stall, and then He waved to him.

Bruce was a little curious about everything, he pointed to the machine on one of the booths and asked, "What is this for?"

"The plow."

"What about this?"

"Sowed."

"this?"

"Harvested."

Bruce kept turning his head, staring at the huge tractor parts with some fascination.

The complex steel structure, sharp blade, and open and close metal shaft shone brightly under the sun, like the cold light flashed by the blade when humans killed the gods who bless the weather.

When he got back on the tractor again, Bruce still seemed a little absent-minded. Clark pushed him twice, and then Bruce turned his head, looked at him in a daze and said, "If I plant a seed in the ground, it will grow and become into food, right?"

"In theory, yes," Clark replied.

"Why theoretically?"

Clark pursed his lips, and Bruce saw on his face, the sad expression he rarely showed, the young man in the small town said:

"I used to think the same way. Land is the most reliable thing in the world. As long as you sow, you will reap."

"But later, I discovered that not every piece of land is so lucky. The process of planting seeds with full expectations, waiting for growth, harvesting food, and filling the stomach is actually a luxury."

"The vast plain of my hometown is one of the few lands in the world that can be harvested richly by planting food, and the land owned by most countries in the world does not have such good conditions, or even if there is good land Even with natural conditions, good seeds cannot be planted."

Bruce also fell silent, obviously both of them thought of the same thing, Bruce thought for a while, and then asked: "How is Oliver?"

Clark didn't have many friends named Oliver, so he knew Bruce was referring to Green Arrow, Clark nodded and said, "He's not bad, Guadalajara is actively fighting for autonomy, they actually control a large piece of land , and is now confronting the local government."

"Of course, domestic media call them the largest terrorist organization in Mexico so far. To the US and Mexican governments, they are indeed terrorist organizations. They have killed many people, but to the people of Guadalajara, they are Defenders of the land."

Bruce fell into deep thought again, so although the sun was still shining on the way back to the city, the atmosphere seemed a little silent.

The silence ended when Clark recounted to Jonathan and Martha in the living room how Bruce had been slapped by the bass.

Jonathan laughed. He patted the back of the sofa and said, "I told you, this is a mistake every young man makes. Your mother wouldn't believe it! When we went fishing in the Mississippi River, my cousin and I were caught by a huge The black bass caught in the water, I was laughed at by your mother for more than half a year."

Martha, who looked a little thin, chopped off the head of the fish with a sharp knife, and the three men in the living room all trembled instinctively with a "boom".

But this beautiful lady still said in such a gentle and gentle tone: "Before I set off, I told you not to take those big fish as targets. His face changed, and everyone clamored to be the king of fish today."

"Comparison is also a lesson that every young man must learn." Jonathan tried to make up for it.

About half an hour later, Martha's voice came from the kitchen: "Okay, let's serve the meal, you must be waiting in a hurry, right?"

Clark walked over first. He first brought the heaviest pot of pea soup and a large plate of fish pies to the table. Jonathan came to the table with fried fish steaks, baked chicken, and Caesar salad.

Bruce stood at the door of the kitchen, looking a little at a loss. He didn't know if he should go in. He was worried that the strength his arm now had was not enough for Birosk and the cinnamon rolls to reach the table smoothly.

In the end, it was Clark who helped him out. His tall figure squeezed into the kitchen, brought the last few dishes to the table, and pulled Bruce to sit down.

The dining atmosphere of the Kent family is very different from that of the Wayne Manor. Everyone in the Kent family likes to talk at the table and laugh from time to time.

It's true that Bruce is not used to talking during meals, but what bothers him even more is Martha's somewhat terrifying frequency of sharing dishes.

This lady, like every mother in this world, will always have one worry - will her children not have enough to eat?
Martha, on the other hand, was extra caring. She attached great importance to the first friend Clark brought home, for fear that he might not have enough to eat.

Bruce tried his best to stuff food into his mouth, but it didn't help.

Looking at the pile of vegetables as high as a hill on his dinner plate, Bruce finally knew why the bat cat was as fat as a ball after only coming for a few months.

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