[Super Bat][BVS]Under the Kansas sky

"Clark? Would you like some lemon tea?" Martha poked her head out of the barn door.

Accompanied by the noise of various items colliding, Clark got his head out of the pile of dusty things, his hair and face were dirty because of this, and the lamp hanging too low on his head The chandelier also shook crazily because of his movements.

"No, no mom for now. Oh—" Clark grinned at her before being hit on the head by an unsecured box.

"Then I'll put them here." Martha hooked a dilapidated table with her feet, and put the big jar of steaming things on it.

Clark just waved his hand at his mother, indicating that he already knew, and quickly got back among the pile of tattered things.Martha held her hands and looked at the door for a while, but in the end she just returned to the house in silence, leaving Clark alone to keep busy.

Before turning on the computer, Martha deliberately looked around, as if she was about to do something bad.Although there is nothing wrong with chatting with netizens or discussing with others how to help their children out of the predicament, Martha just couldn't explain the reason and didn't want Clark to know.Is it because he is afraid that he will be worried?sad?or something else?Martha couldn't figure it out.Perhaps, this should be the best?

As she thought about it, she clicked on her Skype.

When Alfred returned to his trailer cabin, it was not yet the appointed time.Compared with arriving on time and being late, he is more used to being a little earlier, which makes him feel more relaxed.Alfred hid himself in the darkness of the house, he couldn't remember when he got into the habit.No, compared to habits, this should be the main part of his life, hiding behind a dark curtain.

His correspondence with Mrs. M.K.—however she insisted on calling her Martha—did not discuss some substantive solutions in the past few days. They spent most of their time talking to each other.No, they're really just talking to each other.Those memories accumulated in the bottom of my heart, which gradually rotted with time, were unintentionally opened the pouring gate, so they could no longer be buried easily.He blamed himself more than once for just talking to himself blindly, but he couldn't resist the comfort of spitting it all out.

But what can he do?As long as he can do it, no matter how many times, he will spare no effort to complete it.But what about the result?Maybe M.K.—Martha was right, and maybe they couldn't do anything but a home, a hug, and a plate of fresh-baked apple pie.Those holes, those parts that cannot be filled, all remind them of their powerlessness.

Is a night light by the window enough?

Alfred remained silent in the deep darkness until the Skype notification sounded.

After the last part was installed, Clark finally stopped busy.Leaning on the repaired tractor, he let out a breath and patted his masterpiece with satisfaction.He stumbled across the abandoned tractor in the barn that day, maybe it was a whim, maybe he was just too bored, so he decided to fix it himself.Clark drank the drink prepared by his mother in one gulp, happily planning when to go for a test drive.

"Buzz—" the phone vibrated on the narrow folding table, and slowly slid towards the edge, and Clark reached out to catch the little thing before it slipped completely.As expected, it was from Bruce.

How is the repairman business going?Master Kent.

——B

It went really well and I can use it to pick you up next time you come to Kansas.

——S

No, I don't want to be knocked to pieces yet.

——B

Trust me, it's solid.

——S

Your judgment is open to question.

——B

But B, is your latest "new" business going well? :)

——S

Mind your own business, small town boy.I don't want to run that far with you again.

——B

Thank you B for your concern :)

——S

Hmph, bask in your sun.

——B

Clark couldn't help smiling at that sentence, and he could imagine the disgusted expression on Bruce's face at this moment.He hummed a song and stuffed his phone back into the pocket of his overalls, thinking about whether he should cook the dish he had just learned for his mother at night.

Superman is all sentient beings, and Clark just wants to enjoy the moment.