After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

——When he rubbed his eyes, he froze suddenly.

Louise didn't look back, and raised an index finger in his direction: "You wait first."

Driver: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Clark's voice sounded helpless: "Louise."

Louise pried the information out and jumped off the hood in two steps.

She tied up her messy long hair, pinched her waist, and stood in front of Superman.

Louise: "You want me dead."

Clark: "Uh, no. I didn't notice..."

Louise was determined: "You want me to die. Really, Superman? Just because I wrote "Why the World Doesn't Need a Superman" and won a Pulitzer? As a man with bigger breasts than me , is the mind so small?"

Clark sighed, and changed the subject skillfully: "I'm glad to see you are still alive and well, Louise. But if you can pay more attention to personal safety..."

Louise: "Oh, come on, great hero. There are not many professions that humans need to spend their lives pursuing the truth, and investigative journalists are just one of them. Even if you are an alien and don't know how to do it, you should respect my professionalism anyway."

Clark said softly, "Of course I respect you, Louise."

They stared at each other for a moment, then smiled.

Louise opened her arms, hugged the opponent's strong arms, and whispered:

"Seriously, Superman. Nice to see you again."

As long as they are not blind, they can definitely see the familiarity and tacit understanding between them beyond ordinary people.

People immediately forgot about the teenager whose trouser legs were rolled up before, and took pictures of the woman:

"Wait, I recognized it! This is the star female reporter of "Daily Planet", Louise Lane!"

"Oh—I know her, I know her, super amazing Pulitzer boss, and a female investigative reporter, I remember she led several marches..."

"Isn't there a very famous title in the past, 'the woman favored by God'? That's her, every time there is danger, Superman will appear..."

"Oh! I said, no wonder Superman will appear this time!"

"Shhhh, don't let her hear it. She said publicly that she hates being called that..."

Clark exchanged greetings with Louise for a short time, and his beating heart slowly calmed down at this moment.

If he remembers correctly—

No, he will never remember wrongly.

…The few words just now were the first communication between them since the world was restarted and Sasha was reborn.

His heart, which has been roasted on the blade and the fire for too long, can't help gurgling and bubbling sugar bubbles just by recalling the way the boy looked at him with his lips pouted.

From the very beginning when Sasha saw him, the state of severe anxiety attack that was almost on the verge of death, to gradually being willing to be on the same battlefield with him, to being able to stand close to him, to taking the initiative to make eye contact with him Communication, and today, they even exchanged a few words, and Sasha even had a smile in his eyes——

Is he, bit by bit, accepting his own existence?

The pain in the body and heart disappeared at this moment.

The dead place that was thought to be a desolate life suddenly faltered, and the flame of hope was ignited again.

His eyes stared blankly at the back of the blond boy, watching him return to his friends.

Then the boy stood still and turned around.

Raising his eyes, his gaze calmly passed over him and Louise.

...His expression was not as soft as it had just been.

No tantalizing shyness.

She didn't feel overwhelmed when he grabbed her ankle.

Only indifference.

The indifference in those green pupils is like ice frozen on the surface of a lake, and no emotion can be seen anymore.

It's no different than looking at two strangers on the street.

…There is no one on earth like Sasha, who can send a god from heaven to hell with just one look.

...was that his hallucination?

Is it the passionate love that he suppressed so hard that he had the delusion that Sasha actually cared about him?

In fact, nothing has changed between them?

Clark was momentarily distraught.

I only heard Louise's voice buzzing in my ears, as if separated by a curtain:

"Oh, who are you peeking at? Which one? Tell me~~ I will never use him as news material, I swear by my professionalism."

Clark took a step back and murmured, "No, Louise—I should go. I should have..."

He no longer dared to look at the young man's indifferent eyes.

Almost fled, drifting to the blue sky of Manhattan.

……

For a short while the eager boys gathered around the car as Louise waited for the police and her friends to arrive.

After she made the phone call, she looked around at the ribbon candles in their hands, and said with a smile:

"Thank you for saving me. Are you going to a birthday party? Leave me alone and go play. Look, I chased away Superman."

Although she spoke lightly and her eyes were always calm, her face was still bruised, her skirt was torn, and her arms were tightly hugged in the night wind, she still looked quite embarrassed.

Sasha said: "I'll wait with you for a while."

Ned immediately responded: "Yes, we will stay too, at least until your friend comes to pick you up. How can you be left alone on the side of the road?"

The boys joined in one after another.

Louise's heart warmed, and she glanced at them with a smile.

Of course she remembered who was the first to run to the car just now. The blond boy was handsome and flamboyant, with a pair of very bright peach blossom eyes, which could be picked out from the crowd at a glance.

Standing in front of him was a little curly brown hair with a pair of clear and innocent dog eyes, looking very cute.

While waiting with the woman, the boys pushed me and pushed you, and finally someone mustered up the courage to speak up:

"One, one...can I ask you for a contact information?"

This kind of beautiful and sassy Yujie-type woman is actually very lethal to the green-headed boy in college.

Louise raised her eyebrows: "Of course."

She pulled out her phone and casually showed the boys her engagement ring.

The ring is a very small rose.

The rose turned out to be made of small grains of a rare blue-violet mineral—the color of her eyes—and surrounded by tiny diamonds.

Then she smiled and said, "If you want to work in Metropolis after graduation, you must remember to contact me. I will definitely do my best to help you."

The boy who struck up a conversation failed.In order to ease the embarrassment, he touched his head embarrassingly:

"I, I believe that your husband must be as good as Superman..."

Louise was silent for a moment.

She gently lifted the hair beside her ears, and her eyes were a little complicated in the night wind.

"Yeah." She murmured softly, "Superman... is indeed the kind of guy who is easy to fall in love with."

But soon, she laughed again, with a trace of relief in her smile: "But the one in my family is not that type. He is just a super boring man with glasses and a war correspondent. He spends three times more time on business trips than we spend together It’s more than double. At the beginning of last year, he said that he would go to East Africa to interview refugees, but he turned himself into a missing person. He came back alive this year—what a fool! If it wasn’t for the ring he brought back to me—but Still an idiot."

When talking about her fiancé, the previously heroic female reporter obviously couldn't stop talking.

In the end, she realized something by herself, looked at them shyly, and quickly shut her mouth.

Not long after, a small car rushed over, creaked, and braked beside the woman.

A young man with orange-red hair and a camera on his shoulder ran over out of breath.

He arrived before anyone could hear: "Sister Lu! I beg you, please don't be so reckless, Sister Lu!"

Louise threw the recording pen over: "Tomorrow's headlines are mine again. Hurry up and get everyone up and start working."

The young man with the camera was almost dizzy: "How many lives do you have to fight headlines?!"

Louise curled her lips: "Two hundred, and they will be refreshed when they are used up. Anyway, my mother said that I was born to be a lucky girl."

She was about to leave, thinking of something, she turned her head to look at the unusually silent blond boy standing in the crowd.

Take the initiative to walk over, hand him a business card, and shake hands to say goodbye.

"Hi pretty boy. Haven't had time to introduce myself just now. My name is Louise Lane."

Louise said with a smile.

"Thank you very much today. This is my business card. If you need to use me in the future, please contact me. I will definitely do my best."

do not know why.

When she held the hand of the blond boy, she always felt that the boy's hand was very cold.

Like holding a ball of soft ice.

She thought that the other party had stood with her for a long time in the night breeze, and felt inexplicably guilty and pity in her heart, so she subconsciously used the other hand to cover this cold paw.

Sasha looked down at her left hand covering the back of his hand.

"The ring is beautiful." He praised.

Louise smiled, and looked at the engagement ring on her left hand, her eyes softened:

"Thanks. The guy said he'd traveled a lot to find stones of that color, and honestly, it wasn't necessary, and we've had quite a few fights about it. Well, men. Oh sure, no It’s mean to say that a man is bad.”

The boy said: "...you are indeed."

Louise didn't hear clearly: "What?"

The boy smiled and said, "You are indeed a lucky girl."

The boys were quite happy after parting from Lois Lane.

Especially Ned, the protagonist of the party.

"Not everyone has the chance to save a beautiful big sister on her 21st birthday!" He proudly showed off.

Peter had something on his mind.

…Sasha just met Superman.

Is he... all right?

He learned about the Infinity Stones from Steve.

Very shocking.But if you think about it carefully, it makes sense.

Superman and Sasha's entanglement before the restart, he didn't actually have the opportunity to know too much.

What Superman did before the restart, he himself is not qualified to talk about forgiveness or non-forgiveness.Since Sasha was reborn, he actually has only one wish - as long as Sasha can live happily.

For this, he would do anything.

Peter clutched the soda bottle tightly in his hand.

Stand up and look around in the surging crowd.

Sasha wasn't too hard to find.

Just look at the busiest places.

The first time I found Sasha, Sasha gnawed on the cake crookedly on the sofa.

After finding him again after a while, Sasha kicked away the boy who was playing table football well, and rolled up his sleeves to go into battle.

Sasha: "Peter, a hand?"

Peter hurriedly said, "I'll just take a look, and Ned still needs help."

Sasha: "Oh."

After a while, he saw the little golden retriever scurrying to the barbecue area again, grilling a bunch of black and sticky meat skewers, and then threw it aside in disgust.

It seemed that no matter when anyone saw him, he would always be smiling, and he seemed to be having a really good time.

Only then did Peter slowly relax.

Ned: "Where's my friend! Where's my old friend!!"

Peter turned his head: "Here we come!"

……

A grown-up party, from sunset to midnight.

The sofa is full of students with cakes on their faces, staggering around.

Seeing that it should be coming to an end, Peter carried a bottle of soda and found a familiar blond boy in front of the bar.

The little golden retriever, who has been crazy all night, is probably finally tired from dancing. He sat quietly on the high stool by himself, with his two calves hanging down empty.

There is still something in the sleeve.

Peter went over to pull him: "Sasha, Sasha, it's time for us to go back to school."

Sasha held the stool, staggered and chanted the magic spell: "Chili Gulu..."

Peter: "???"

He stepped in front of Sasha in two steps, staggered by the strong smell of alcohol on his body.

Peter: "You, have you been drinking?!"

He pulled up Sasha's sleeve to look, and took out a small bottle of liquid from the cuff.

Take a look at the body of the bottle.

vodka.

The glaring 40% Vol alcohol content on the bottle will burn your throat and lungs in one sip. Not Russians from small ton to large, it is difficult for ordinary people to bear it.

There is no way the bar sells alcohol to students under the age of 21, and it is not known how Sasha got it from someone else.

Peter was in a daze, and turned the small bottle the size of his palm over.

There is not a drop left in it.

Peter panicked: "Sasha, how can you drink so much at once?! It will perforate your stomach! How do you feel now, does your stomach hurt?!"

Seeing that there was something wrong with the movement, the bartender at the bar walked over suspiciously:

"Hey, don't all of you partygoers seem to be 21 years old? Show me your IDs?"

New York State has fairly strict laws against alcohol under the age of 21.Although both of them know very well that strictly counting, they are already over 21 years old; but after the restart, of course, they can only be based on the apparent age.

As an individual under the age of 21, if caught drinking in public, once found, will be severely punished.Not only do you need to pay a fine, the school will issue a warning, and the law enforcement agency will even record this as a personal stain.

Peter quickly hugged Sasha up: "...it's okay, he's just a little sleepy."

When Sasha was drunk, he was surprisingly good.

Peter said he was sleepy, and he really squinted and was dragged away.

He was helped to the booth in the corner, and he tidied up the hood and coat on his body.

Then he put his hands on his knees and sat on the deck stupidly.

Almost like a child waiting to be taken home.

Seeing that the bartender had been watching this side, Peter finally entered the back kitchen, wondering if he had gone to the manager.

Knowing that he was not good, he immediately called Ned to discuss how to cooperate and take him away.

But the music in the bar was deafening, and no one answered the phone after three calls.

He looked back, and the little golden retriever was eating his sleeves in a daze, as if he would jump up and run away suddenly.

He immediately pushed aside the crowd and went to find Ned, who was in the circle.

Peter: "Ned, Sasha's drunk..."

Ned was surprised: "What?! But I remember he was only 18 years old??? It's a crime... a crime..."

Peter quickly covered his mouth.

Peter: "We're both over 21, now we're going to buy some wine and smell like wine, and then we'll find a smaller hotel nearby, and I'll go in with Sasha on my back. With luck, there won't be a problem." What a big deal."

Ned nodded: "Okay, you buy wine, I will find the place. I will give you the address in 10 minutes."

Now that it was agreed, they split up immediately.

It's just that when Peter returned to the corner, he found that there was no one on the deck.

——The little spider's head buzzed!

He immediately grabbed the boys around him and asked them one by one.

Someone said that a man in a red dress whom he didn't know just came over to talk to Sasha, and then took him away.

The boy was also confused: "What happened? I saw Sasha obediently followed, thinking they knew each other, so I didn't stop... You, you also know Sasha's usual personality. If someone dares to force him Blow you up—hey, hey, Parker!"

Peter ran for the back door!

The back door of the bar leads to a secluded alley, and it is almost early morning, and the alley is dark and silent.

He made a phone call to Sasha.

There was a ring and was hung up.

Dial after that, also can't get through.

Peter: "—Sasha!"

Jumping up the alley wall, he began to crawl along the wall quickly, looking for Sasha's trace.

Peter: "Sasha!!"

……

The boy fell on his back in a daze on the lid of the trash can.

Glowing blond hair in the night, spilling from the edge of the box lid.A pair of blurred green eyes seemed to be unable to open, staring blankly at the night sky above the alley.

The man in red who pulled him out was panting, while ripping his sweater into a mess:

"Oh, pretty baby, I've been paying attention to you since you entered the bar, why are you so fragrant? Let me taste it and see if it's so fragrant everywhere——"

The cell phone in the boy's pocket suddenly rang.

The man in red immediately hung up and took the card away.

A shout came from the other side of the alley, and the man in red who was just about to attack again straightened up and cursed bad luck.

He began to look around for a more secluded place.

The blond boy lying on the lid of the box didn't know what he was about to encounter, and only looked at him silently with peach blossom eyes that were reddened by alcohol.

Between the soft lips, mumbled an unfamiliar name vaguely.

The man in red was furious at the young man's eyes, he couldn't care less about anything else, and pressed on him suddenly:

"That's right! I'm Clark, I'm Clark, what do you want me to do? Would you like to give me a taste of your—"

His voice stopped abruptly.

... From the back of the neck, there was a terrible pain.

Someone was right behind him, clasped the back of his neck with one hand, and lifted him up from the boy.

The terrifying oppressive feeling was like a building about to fall, rushing towards him from behind.

The man in red kicked his legs helplessly in the air, his eyes popped out, and after a few meaningless "ah...ah" sounds, he heard the man's calm voice.

"He called me." The man behind him said softly, his voice filled with anger, "What are you?"

For a moment, the man in red really thought that his head would be crushed alive——

But the boy lying on the lid of the trash can, with his belly rolled up, let out an uncomfortable grunt.

The man in red was thrown down from mid-air immediately.

At the last moment when he passed out of a coma, he only saw the back of the red cloak that rushed over quickly, and the golden "S" logo on the cloak——

...Superman?

With the oppressive feeling just now, how could it be a superman?

……

Clark rushed over and grabbed Sasha's limp body that almost fell over:

"Sasha, what's wrong with you? Why are you doing this? Did he drug you?"

Sasha closed his eyes, his pale golden brows were tightly frowned, and his mouth was murmuring, not knowing what mantra he was chanting again.

When Clark saw his frown, he couldn't bear it at all, his heart felt like being stabbed by the point of a knife, and blood spurted out in pain.

He followed the other's hand in a panic, covered the little golden retriever's stomach, and asked softly and eagerly:

"Tummy ache? Is it a stomach ache? Sasha? What did he give you?"

He never only listened to Sasha's heartbeat, high-frequency screams and specific nouns. Since he fled from Sasha's side, Sasha's heartbeat has been very stable, and the surrounding environment can't hear any danger.

Therefore, he never expected that when he heard Sasha whisper his name and rushed over to take a look, he would see this scene!

The man's hands trembled, and he touched the person up, down, left, and right in a circle, and the super sense of smell finally came online.

The strong smell of alcohol rushed into the nostrils.

His blue eyes glowed with perspective light, and when he saw the position of his stomach, he couldn't believe it:

"Why do you drink so much alcohol?"

Sasha's mouth was bubbling: "Gulu Gulu..."

After grunting for a while, he pushed the man away.

He spit it out with a wow.

He vomited so heart-piercingly that he coughed violently as he vomited.Veins appeared on his forehead, and his face turned pale. It was simply too horrible to look at.

Clark hugged him tightly, trying to give him even a little comfort, but even the palm of his back was numb.

The back of his hand was covered with Sasha's physical tears.

The tears were hot and almost killed the most powerful man on earth.

He can do anything for Sasha, he can go anywhere, and he can even give up his life;

But he just has no choice but to suffer this kind of crime on behalf of the person he loves deeply.

—Including all the sufferings he has experienced in the past.

Peter finally found it: "Sasha!! You're—"

He climbed to the top of the alley, and saw the bright blond hair in the night at a glance.

However, in the next second, he saw the god on earth hugging the young man tightly.

The two stared at each other in the darkness, both startled.

Peter looked at Sasha's messy body, and his pale little face, which was held in the palm of the man's hand, was still breathing hard.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Superman, I, I will..."

Clark cut him off quickly: "—I'll take care of him, Peter."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't care about anything else. He wrapped himself in a huge red cloak and flew straight into the sky.