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

At 6 a.m., Alec George, a good citizen of the Metropolitan, was awakened by the doorbell.

Sleepy opened the door, and there was a tall man with glasses standing at the door, with sculptural muscles, directly stretching the takeaway uniform into tight long sleeves.

He was still holding a pizza box in his hand, and said with averted eyes, "Sir, your pizza."

George: "...??? I never ordered pizza?"

The pizza boy was very determined: "No, you called. This pizza is yours."

George: "...??? I really didn't call, show me your takeaway list."

The pizza guy lowered his head to look for the takeaway order, his movements were dawdling, and his eyes glanced towards the bedroom from time to time.

George was called up early in the morning, and after waiting for a long time to get the order, he was immediately annoyed:

"What's the matter with you?! You said that I didn't call you. If you can't find the order, send it back to the restaurant. I still want to sleep!"

He was about to slam the door.

With a bang, the door panel cracked on the pizza boy.

George: "...?!?!"

George hugged his door with question marks all over his head, but the pizza boy said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I will lose money."

George: "...??? What did you pay for??"

Early in the morning, it was like Mercury retrograde, bad luck happened one after another, George scratched his hair irritably, raised his hand to take the pizza box: "Come on, give it to me, you hurry up, I'm going to bed."

Pizza boy: "Wait..."

As soon as George turned his head, he saw a figure shaking in his bedroom, and suddenly raised his voice: "Who?! Who's there?!"

He was about to rush to the bedroom, but the pizza boy grabbed his wrist.

... He is a 1.8-meter-tall adult male, but he was caught running in place!

George: "?????"

The pizza guy silently handed over a piece of paper: "Hey, please sign here."

George: "You, you are just messing around! Don't you guys commit crimes in a gang?! Don't you know where this is?! This is a metropolis!!"

He only carefully looked at the pizza boy now, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong:

This man's figure is too strong, his chest muscles seem to split his neckline;

Wearing a pair of glasses on his face, his facial features can't be seen clearly, but his hands are abruptly wearing cleaning gloves;

There is even a handcuff-like protrusion on the left wrist——

... Could this be a fugitive? !

Could it be that he was going to kill people early today? !

George was shocked: "If you don't let go, I'll call Superman!"

The pizza boy struggled: "...I just want you to sign it."

George: "Superman!!! Superman!!!"

Pizza boy: "..."

After calling for a long time, the red cloak did not come.

George was even more frightened!

Use your free hand to reach into your pocket and secretly press the emergency call button!

Ever since he read the self-rescue strategy on the Internet, he has set the 29-1 paging station as an emergency number according to everyone's saying, just to ask for help when Superman is busy with other things;

But after secretly dialing, the legendary sharpshooter did not appear.

... There was also a ping bang sound from the bedroom, as if someone had fallen on their buttocks.

Knowing that his time was approaching, George let out a long sigh and burst into tears!

George cried: "Great Heavenly Father, my Lord! Take your people away! I am willing to obey your call. Whether I will be led to heaven or hell, I will sincerely pray to you..."

Pizza Boy: "...I, I'm sorry. It's really just a sign..."

George: "Sign it and you'll let me go?"

The pizza boy nodded silently.

George wiped his tears and signed on the door panel that was split in half.

After he finished signing, when he turned around, there was no one at the door.

I rushed into the bedroom again, and there was no one in the bedroom.

There was also a smell of detergent and wall paint.

George: "...what the hell?!?!"

He ran back to the door, and there was a pizza box and a pile of pencil shavings on the ground, and a newly bought pencil on the coffee table was gone.

There is also a note that reads "Sorry for disturbing your lucid dreams and breaking your door. This is my compensation."

Peeling away the debris, a few very small bright crystals were found inside. George held it in his hand and looked at it for a long time, his mouth slowly opened.

...Why, why does it look like a diamond? ? ?

He chased to the firefighting corridor, without reading glasses, only in time to see the man in the pizza uniform, holding a ladder in one hand, and hugging a blond boy in the other.

In the boy's hand, he was also carrying a bucket, rag and plaster batch.

In a flash, it disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

In the corridor, only the low voice of the young man chattered all the way: "...Fortunately, that position is the floor!! If someone's head happens to be placed there, what are you going to do?! Make a big news?! No, I say you It wasn't so fast before?! You didn't prepare at all! Look at you @#%..."

The man's voice sounded aggrieved: "Stop scolding, stop scolding."

He quickly explained again: "I, I'm not happy."

On the downstairs neighbor's ceiling, Sasha had only a thin layer of camouflage in time.

When they entered the house, they turned up the bed board with a hole in it, and they had to face a round hole under the bed that went straight through the 20-centimeter floor deck.

The two stood at one end of the bedroom, staring at the hole, the scene was very embarrassing.

stare stare.

I don't know who started it first.

They couldn't help laughing at the same time.

Sasha immediately suppressed his smile again, and fiercely pushed him out of the bedroom.

Clark closed the bedroom door softly.

They all know that the upstairs and downstairs bedrooms are now connected directly, and talking in the bedroom can be clearly heard downstairs.

Clark said softly, "Sasha, let me wipe your face."

Sasha snorted, subconsciously raised her head and closed her eyes.

Just now, Sasha used the teleportation card to go downstairs to appraise the ceiling for others. The whole process was terrified, and he didn't know how many pieces of wall dust fell on his face.

Clark held his painted face and gently wiped it with a wet towel. While wiping, he couldn't help laughing: "Little cat."

Sasha yelled at him angrily: "How dare you say it, it's not because you are fast!"

Clark can rely on him for anything, but this is the only point that must be argued for:

"...It's just this time! It's because I haven't... for too long, cough... There is absolutely no problem with this!"

Sasha said angrily: "They are all men, why are you pretending to me? How could you not even hit a hand punch, how long has it been in between!"

Just after saying this, Sasha felt his movements slowly stop.

When he opened his eyes, he fell into those deep blue pupils.

"It's been a long time." The god on earth rubbed his face with deep eyes, "For me, it's been a long time. If I don't look at the calendar, I always think that the earth has passed tens of thousands of years ago."

Sasha panicked and turned his face away.

He caught a glimpse of the rising sun of the metropolis leaking in through the gap in the curtains, as if he had woken up, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice calmed down:

"It's dawn. I should—"

Clark said first: "—I should make you breakfast."

Sasha looked up at him, and Clark immediately looked away and lowered his head.

He is 1.9 meters tall, with low eyebrows and looks like a big dog trying to keep his owner:

"I bought ingredients, all of which you like to eat. It won't taste good after a long time..."

Sasha didn't speak.

Clark said courteously again, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you. Is it a bacon and ham sandwich, or a cheese pasta, or a milk cider?"

Sasha still didn't speak.

Clark saw that he didn't speak, and his eyes were almost sad: "...or jam bread?"

Sasha: "...bread."

...I just used [Fixed Teleportation] just now, and I have to wait for 20 minutes to cool down anyway.

He found a perfect reason for himself and sat down slowly at the table.

Clark immediately went happily to bake bread.

Wearing a little apron and not even kitchen gloves, he takes a hot metal tray straight from the oven.

The tray was taken out and the bread was still hot.

Fearing that Sasha would be hungry, he would run away without saying hello.The man hastily blew on the bottom of the tray with his freezing breath, allowing the bread to cool down evenly.

Clark: "Okay, Sasha, come and try."

Sasha was outside the kitchen smelling the smell. In fact, he had been drooling for quite a while. When the bread was served, he put his head up to look indifferently.

The slender small meal bag, the mouth of the little golden retriever, just enough to eat piece by piece.

Brushed with a layer of burnt egg liquid on the surface, sprinkled with black sesame seeds, it is so warm and fragrant that the children next door are crying.

He took a bite.

The dough kneaded at super speed is different. It has a soft texture and can be drawn in the mouth.The cherry sauce stuffed inside flowed out, dripping into the mouth of the little golden retriever.

Clark wiped the corner of his mouth gently: "Is it delicious?"

Sasha swallowed three in one go, rolled his eyes for a while, and then pretended to be calm and said: "It's delicious."

Clark just slightly bent his eyes and smiled, as if super satisfied.

Sasha didn't remember until he was full. Clark's superb cooking skills are actually inseparable from him...

The god on earth is also a Kansas boy, and he lived alone as an adult, and he still has basic cooking skills.When I first fed Sasha, it was a few homely things, baked mashed potatoes, boiled pasta, and some grilled ribs, which was almost a meal.

Later they fell in love, and Sasha turned over once, and was no longer a licking dog, and always liked to get pleasure from manipulating men.

Xiao Zuojing held up the Michelin menu and rolled all over the floor coquettishly:

"I want to eat this! I want to eat that! Hurry up and make it for me! If you don't do it, I won't @￥%￥ today..."

The god on earth quickly picked him up from the floor, "I'll do it for you, I'll do it for you."

When not out to fight, the men are in house clothes, holding recipe books in their small apartments and studying them.

The plug-in of the super brain is used to learn the recipes, it is simply an overkill.

Finished the recipe in 2 minutes, and started cooking practice.

Sasha didn't have to do anything anyway, just sat on someone's lap and waited for food with his mouth open.

What he couldn't finish and what didn't suit his taste was thrown aside, and Clark ate the leftovers in silence.

As he ate and ate, the happy little Zuo Jing in his arms came over with his greasy mouth, and slyly sucked one of his fingers:

"Have you finished eating? Do you still have a stomach to eat me? Forget it if you don't—oh!"

This was all before the crash.

The past is like a wave and smoke, surging towards him amidst the warm aroma of bread.

Sasha swallowed the last bite of bread and slowly drank the freshly squeezed juice on hand.

Clark looked at him and stopped talking.

The originally shining blue eyes dimmed a little bit again.

At this moment, Sasha made a decision.

Sasha: [Sweep him. 】

The system was too lazy to watch the two of them get bored and fished again, so it didn't react for a while: 【Huh?Who to sweep? 】

Sasha lowered his eyes: [Who else can there be.See what's going on with his hand, why it's still rotten after so long. 】

The system is a little bit reluctant: 【...Switch to the vital signs mode. 】

System: [Super... Kryptonian, vital signs 327%, increased to 328%, increased to 330%, increased to 334%——]

Sasha saw this sign report for the first time: [How could this be?The blood bars have exploded? 】

System: [The cells in Kryptonian human body are undergoing ultra-high-speed transformation, the cell death rate is 84%, and the cell repair rate is 57%.The dog host, he is not without self-healing ability, but due to unknown reasons, the absorption rate of Kryptonian cells to the yellow sun has been permanently changed.The consumption rate of all the cells in his body has far exceeded the self-healing rate of Kryptonians, so the wounds he received cannot heal.According to the speed of energy accumulation, in about three to five years, the Kryptonians will—]

Sasha: [What will it be? 】

Objective analysis of the system: [In the final stage of cell combustion, after a burst of intense light and heat, it cools down and collapses rapidly, becoming—a dog system has never seen a precedent, and it is not sure what a Kryptonian will become.Possibly into a stone or powder or something? 】

Sasha suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the man across the table.

This look is too fierce.

As soon as Clark spit out a few syllables, he was abruptly frightened back.

Did he know about it himself?

Sasha stared at the faint golden crack on the man's neck.

Every time these things appeared, pain would flash across Clark's handsome eyebrows, but seeing Sasha looking at him, a trace of tension flashed in his eyes, and he quickly covered it up.

……damn it.How could he not know?

Those Kryptonian technologies in the Fortress of Solitude are not decorations, and Zhenglian consultants must have noticed and reminded him of this when he returned to Earth.

It has been a long time since Clark returned from outer space to the present, but he still let him sweep out this sign report.

This shows that this is already an unsolvable problem within the capabilities of humans and Kryptonians.

Who else on this planet can do this level of permanent damage to Superman?

And he is still the superman of the second week who has the memory of the supreme leader and his combat skills are so sophisticated?

... More than 90.00% of the possibility is that he caused it to himself.

Sasha couldn't say anything for a moment.

Sasha: [He is in the state of exploding health bar... Those healing cards whose function is set to restore full health, are all of them useless? 】

System: [Yes.However, the SR card [Great Healing Technique] can still be given a try.Because its function is that after using the card, it can gradually return to the full blood state within 10 days, and it has a bonus effect: the user's body will return to its peak period.Its main body function is no longer effective for Kryptonians, but the buff effect has the meaning of going back in time, so it should still have some effect. 】

Sasha: [……try it. 】

This SR treatment card was given to Batman for the first time and Clark for the second time.

Sasha didn't have a chance to experience it himself, but he guessed that the target should feel it at the moment of activation.

Because of Clark's expression, he froze suddenly.

He sat there, looking at Sasha.

Like a sculpture covered with wind and snow.

The system is still scanning his body: [It does work, the rate of cell loss is slowing down.If there is no accidental injury, it is estimated that after 10 days, the absorption rate of the Kryptonian cells to the yellow sun will return to the original level. 】

Sasha opened the chair and stood up.

Seeing him get up, Clark immediately stood up too.

Sasha: "I don't know what you used to make yourself like this. For at least 10 days, you can no longer use that kind of thing, and you can't get injured again. If you dare to waste a good card of mine...—— But I thought about it, and there is nothing on earth that can hurt you."

He babbled for a while before he felt that he was talking too much.

Said: "That's it."

Clark followed behind him, chasing after him and said, "Your clothes were dirty yesterday. I washed them and hung them out. I shouldn't be able to dry them today, so wait... next time, I'll bring them to you. If you If we have time, can we...can we sit down somewhere and talk? I'll wear my glasses as a disguise. Or maybe you'd rather see some otherworldly scenery? Have you heard of Diamond Planet? It is a white dwarf star named 'Lucy', the whole star is in the state of crystal clear diamond, when viewed from a close distance—”

Seeing that Sasha didn't speak, he asked again, "Should I send it to my home or school?"

Sasha just went downstairs to patch up the ceiling. She was wearing a man's T-shirt and shorts. The little golden retriever wore a white T-shirt into a low-cut dress, and tied a knot at the bottom. keep it.

With his back turned to Clark, he thought for a moment.

Take off your T-shirt.

Clark's voice also stopped abruptly.

Sasha: "Give back your clothes. I'll take the wet clothes back to dry. Where are they? I'll collect them."

He waited for a while, but did not hear the other party's reply.

I asked again: "Where is it? I'll collect it."

He knew that he could never turn back now.

Because he knew that he absolutely couldn't bear the eyes of the god on earth—he had seen Clark's sad eyes when he had to force Clark to kill himself in order to get the chance to read the file and continue the mission.

He can't stand that.

He even felt that even if he was hanged in the Fortress of Solitude by Karl in the future, when he was about to bear the other party's anger and punishment, the first thought in his heart was still guilt - because at that time, he accidentally saw Clark's eyes.

Clark's voice was trembling: "...I can understand. You should really hate me."

Sasha: "...No, I didn't actually hate you. Not once. Not at all."

Since rebirth, no matter how many people he met, how many friends he made, and how many battles he experienced.

The thorn deeply hidden in his soul could not be pulled out no matter what.

Now the thorn finally showed its head.

He couldn't stop talking.

Sasha: "I never hated you. Not once. Not for a second."

Sasha: "You used the Infinity Stones to trade me for everything I am today. I am very grateful to you. My memory, my home...they are too important to me. They are really too important. Before the restart Nothing that I've been through can compare to this. So in a sense, if you say you want me as repayment, I will definitely give you back myself."

Clark: "That's not what I meant. Sasha. You know, I didn't mean that at all."

Sasha: "It's because I understand that I'm standing here and saying this to you."

"Up to now, I'm no longer afraid of being laughed at by you."

"I've always loved you hopelessly."

"Even when you didn't know you were going to collect gems. Even when you said you wanted to kill me. Even when you pressed the brain control button with your own hands."

"I've always loved you too."

"...Clark, I've never tried to hate myself like this because I love someone. I hate it so much that I can't control myself, and do stupid things like mistakenly thinking that Louise is your fiancee, so I go to drink to get rid of my worries. Also I hate myself for having a fast heartbeat and fidgeting because of your words, I really want to wake myself up, but I will do it next time."

"what should I do?"

"How can a human being bear such painful feelings? When I think of those who love you, every second is painful. I struggle like a trapped animal. God knows how much I want to free myself from this. But I I can't. I find that I can't bring myself to escape unless there are two outcomes: either death or I forget you completely."

"Before the restart, I could only choose death; after the restart, I wanted to choose the latter, but you appeared again. So these two things have become things I can't do."

"What am I going to do, Clark?"

"If you want to ask me if I still love you, I will say yes, I still love you. But if you ask me, do you still want to try and be with you again—"

"...I don't dare to think about it at all. I don't dare to think about it for a second. I don't dare to think about it in this life."

"Can you understand, Clark?"

"Where are my clothes?"

silence.

long silence.

He felt a light wind sweep behind him.

The dry T-shirt he took off by himself put it on Sasha again.

"Go back in my clothes. Wet clothes are too cold."

Clark said.

His voice sounded less like a human voice.

"...Okay. I'll see you off."

This time Sasha didn't refuse.

Clark changed his battle suit and cape, and he was the majestic Sun God of War again.

He picked up his little prince lightly, supported the young man's waist with his arms, followed a floating cloud, and began to fly smoothly.

From a straight-line distance, his small apartment is actually not far from Sasha's home, because the metropolis borders Lower Manhattan.

But in order not to be photographed by the crowd, the god of the world rose very high.

The clouds moved closer and further away from them.

Migratory birds migrated under their feet, their wings fanning up clouds like white smoke.

Both the city and the human voice became far away from them.Above the clouds, the whole world seemed to be the only two of them left.

Sasha's soft and beautiful blond hair floated in the cold wind high above, gently brushing against the man's cheek.

So, Clark instinctively hugged Sasha tightly, and asked in a low voice, "Is it cold, Sasha?"

Sasha looked up at him.

Perhaps the gods on earth will never understand how he has eyebrows and eyes suitable for being kissed by the sun.When those baby-blue eyes, soaked in sunlight, looked tenderly at someone—

It is impossible for anyone on earth to escape such a gaze.

And he won't forget.

This is the beginning of the whole story.

Sasha said softly, "I'm not cold."

Clark put him on the roof of the Atwells' apartment building.

When Sasha opened the roof door, he paused slightly.

Sasha: "Goodbye, Clark."

Open the door and go.

Clark: "Again..."

Subconsciously, he wanted to say goodbye, Sasha.

But when the words reached his throat, the mind of the god on earth was crushed by the uncontrollable pain.

He loved Sasha so much.But if Sasha loves him, it will bring him only pain.

Then, even if the other party personally said that he wanted to be strangers from now on.

He also only said "okay".

...but he really didn't want to say goodbye.

So in the end, Clark just rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty, his eyes shone with perspective, and watched Sasha go all the way down the stairs, open the door to enter the house, pass through the living room, and return to the small bedroom.

Now that Sasha has been sent home, he should go too.

However, when the god in the world stood on the roof, skillfully mobilizing his own force field, he wanted to fly himself into the sky.

But he found that he couldn't fly no matter what.

Clark looked down at the toes of his boots for a moment.

Go to the most hidden corner of the roof and sit down slowly.

He thought, maybe he could rest here for a while before flying away.

The sky light poured down, covering that nearly perfect dazzling face.

The red cloak that has been chased and touched by tens of millions of people, together with the pale hair on the man's sideburns, is gently rolled by the breeze blowing across the roof.

After a while, he covered his eyes with his palms.

The palms were completely wet.

"—I'll see you off."

But he never had the energy to go home.