[Comprehensive British and American] The villain is beaten daily

Clark Kent is a strong man.

Not only because he is Kryptonian, Superman, but also because he has an unusually strong and kind heart.

At this moment, the most powerful superman in the world was wearing an apron and standing in the kitchen. With a flick of his wrist, the golden fried egg flew up in the frying pan, turned over gracefully, and landed in the center of the frying pan again.

His movements are unhurried, and it can be said that he is a bit leisurely.The frying pan was put back on the fire to heat up, and the toaster on the side screamed a reminder, and the man smoothly transferred the toast slices to the plate, and then fried the eggs without delay.

Meanwhile, Lydia is sitting at the dining table, hugging a pillow, earnestly waiting to be fed.

It's morning, just after seven o'clock, New Year's Eve, Christmas.

Lilith went online yesterday, earned a small amount of points in New York, and got Clark's "reward" promise.So she came to the door early in the morning.

Mr. Edric gave Lydia a holiday and gave her a suit of clothes.

The little girl has fair skin, and Christmas red is very suitable for her. The high-end women's clothing from Kingsman is tailor-made for her by Edric, a complete set.

From handmade cowhide boots to a British-style skirt, the coat is a half-length hood with fluffy white lambswool on the edge, a hood on the back of the cloak, and a warm grass-green fur ball on the pointed cap. Other embellishments, seemingly messy, are actually very harmonious.

When Lydia was trying it on, she asked Mr. Edrick very seriously if he planned to dress her up as a Christmas tree.

The old-fashioned gentleman smiled and said nothing.

Dressing up juniors is a lot of fun. Edric didn't plan to dress Lydia up as a Christmas tree, but he gave Lydia a Christmas tree with a forearm length.

Then, after being carried home by Superman in the early morning, Lydia came to Clark's house with this miniature Christmas tree at seven in the morning and knocked on the door.

Superman's home is in the North Pole, the Crystal Fortress; but Clark Kent lives in the Metropolis and currently rents a house.The single apartment is not big, but it is well furnished, and there is a balcony that is convenient for him to go back and forth.

The temperature in the room was much higher than the cold winter outside the window, but the red-haired girl didn't bother to take off her coat, she was still wearing her little cloak, a slight blush appeared on her fair cheeks.

She was holding the warm cup of sweet milk and was sucking one mouthful at a time. The Christmas red dress made her even more lovely.

She waited for breakfast.

It stands to reason that Superman is so powerful that he doesn't need to sleep.However, he is still used to the work and rest life of the people on Earth. If Lydia hadn't come over early in the morning, he would probably be able to sleep in again.

But now, he can only choose to feed the little girl.

Alas, I picked it up by myself, so I have to take care of the stomachache.

Lydia is serious when she eats.

She has been hungry before, and although her quality of life has become somewhat "luxury", she still cherishes food very much.

Green eyes narrowed in satisfaction, cheeks puffed up, enjoying breakfast immersed in the smell of catnip.

She likes the smell.

Then she emptied Clark's stock, licking the corners of her mouth mercifully, and let go of the last glass of cornmeal that lay in front of Clark.

Again, not only does Superman not need sleep, he doesn't even need food, it's just that he's used to it.Looking at Lydia's reluctant eyes, Clark couldn't laugh or cry: "So hungry?"

Nod, nod.

She was getting hungry all the time.

Her body seemed to be gradually changing and perfecting, her only source of energy was food, and Lydia spent more than half of her meager salary on food.

"Let's go to the supermarket." The man stood up and took the coat that was on the chair and hung it on his arm. "It should be open."

Lydia nodded and obediently followed behind Clark, her eyes tinged with anticipation.

The little girl is really easy to coax, but at this time she is like a soft and obedient bunny girl, as if the fierce Lilith wearing a mask is her second personality.

No, it's all her.

It's always snowing at Christmas.

When Lydia came here early in the morning, it hadn't yet fallen, but now there were a little snowflakes.The snow and ice are cold, and when they touch the skin, they are ironed by the body temperature until they melt away.Lydia didn't feel cold, she put the hood on anyway.

Lydia didn't know when her birthday was, but it was almost winter when she was picked up, so she should be over 16 now.

She is like an ordinary 16-year-old girl, with brisk steps, and from time to time, she catches a snowflake or two with her palm, claps her hands again, and flicks the pompom on the hat with small movements.

This is a sun and snow.

It had only been snowing for a few minutes, and before the ground had had time to leave traces of snow, the sun had the upper hand again.

The sun hit the tall man in front, leaving a shadow behind him.Lydia turned behind him again, stretched out her hand to pull the tail of his coat, and then stepped on his shadow to the rhythm of a Christmas carol from nowhere.

Clark walked ahead, leaving the little girl to play alone.

The pace of life in a big city is fast, and it is already busy at eight o'clock.The city is full of festive joy.

This is a flat road and alley. Looking up, you can see the quiet neon lights at the moment, and you can see the giant billboards playing advertisements. Compared with looking down from the Rex Tower, it is a completely different angle and the world. .

Compared with Lydia who used to look up from the bottom up, it was definitely different.

Lydia saw Clark greet several people, and the simple and warm atmosphere seemed to have become his instinct.

When being greeted with Merry Christmas for the sixth time, Lydia got out from behind him and finally let his shadow go: "You all know them?"

The man pushed the mirror frame: "Yes."

"You keep a secret really well," Lydia thought thoughtfully, "Clark, you or him... which one is you?"

He stopped.

Lydia didn't wait for an answer, but the hood was pushed down, and Clark took the opportunity to pinch the fluffy ball: "Why do you have to distinguish it so clearly?"

"Turning the corner, Lydia," he said. "An apple pie?"

Lydia hastily freed herself from the hood, blowing even a little with her neatly combed hair.

"I want to eat!" In order to prevent herself from being rubbed on the head again, she directly grabbed his arm, "By the way, aren't you going to work today?"

"asked for leave."

"Huh? When?"

"Before you knock."

"……Oh."

"How about potato soup?"

"I don't want onions!"

They went to the largest supermarket around here, and it took three quarters of an hour to walk there from Clark's apartment. Anyway, neither of these two guys would get tired.

This is Lydia's first visit to such a big supermarket.

The little girl had completely relaxed by Clark's side, acted like a baby unconsciously, tugged at his sleeve, swayed him, and pushed a shopping cart over.

Her voice was clear and crisp, a series of words jumped out, her dark green eyes were shining, and she couldn't hide her excitement on her face: "I want to buy potato chips, I also want to buy some sausage, I want fruit cereal for cereal, and I want hash browns too." Ask for a little. Clark Clark, we have a roast at noon! Over there!"

"Okay," he pulled his hood, and pulled back Lydia, who was about to have a good time, "Slow down, it would be embarrassing to wrestle here."

Lydia: "..."

"Humph."

The supermarket is big enough, Lydia not only thinks about today's lunch and dinner, but also thinks about her own inventory.A shopping cart was filled up quickly, and the little girl squatted beside it, comparing the six kinds of biscuits which tasted better.

Clark let the little girl he picked up push the cart and waited.

When Lydia looked at the second sign, she frowned slightly.He glanced at the monitor, quickly dodged to a blind spot, and then disappeared in place in an instant.About ten minutes later, Clark pushed another empty car and walked back to the previous corner.

Lydia is still working on it.

Six bags of biscuits were piled up in the previous shopping cart, and Lydia had already turned her attention to the puffs, holding a bag of dried blueberries in her hand.

She conveniently put the crumbling biscuits into the new trolley, along with a few bags of dried fruit: "Do you want the puffs to be yogurt or vanilla?"

"You suggest you choose the strawberry one below."

"Okay," Lydia bent down to grab it, "where did it come from? I smell burnt."

Clark, who just took a trip to the fire, raised his eyebrows: "Is there?"

Lydia threw the strawberry puffs into the shopping cart, crossed her arms, and raised her chin proudly: "Guess?"

Clark refused to guess, and took the chive-flavored cookies out of the cart and back on the shelf.

Lydia: "Huh."

***

Lydia is dreaming.

In the dream, there are large scattered spots of color, a piece of darkness, and a flickering fire, an untouchable back and a faint halo.

She seemed to be walking beside a clear river, as if she heard someone whispering, and seemed to hear selfish crying.

Who is apologizing, who is swearing, and who is setting off a thunderstorm.

Someone said... Lydia, wake up, the phone is ringing.

She opened her eyes.

The curtains were drawn in the room to block the sunlight from the outside, but there was a gap on the balcony, and the curtains were blown by the wind, making a whirring noise.

Lydia sat up in bed.

The inconspicuous fragments of the dream receded like a tide, and she blinked, waking up from the daze.

She was originally enjoying the warm breath of Superman, and she curled up on the sofa and fell asleep after eating and drinking.Then, the girl who was not vigilant was carried to the bed by the cheap tutor. Instead of waking up, she wrapped herself in someone else's quilt like a caterpillar, and continued to sleep until the evening.

There are many bags piled up in the dark room, full of her "trophies", the Christmas tree she brought is hung with a string of miniature lights, and even a miniature Santa hat is worn on the tip, which is funny and cute.

The mobile phone was still shaking, and the electronic tone of the system sounded soft twice: [Merry Christmas, Lydia.Your phone is ringing. 】

【Merry Christmas. 】 Lydia hummed.

I haven't touched my phone much today, and the battery is almost full.A reminder, set a few days ago, flashed on the screen, asking Lydia to send Lex a blessing.

She did.

That text message stood alone on the screen, and after a long time, it didn't show as read.

"He's a bastard," Lydia whispered.

The system hastily diverted attention to calm Lydia: [My male god left you a note on the refrigerator. 】

"……Um."

The note on the refrigerator briefly explained that he had something to do and he might not be back when he would be back. The snacks were all on the floor if he was hungry, he could eat them. If he was not in a hurry, he would wait for him.

His font is not the cursive font that Lydia tried to learn, but one letter at a time, regular and clear, a bit like Clark, with a feeling of simplicity and stubbornness.

After thinking about it, she turned out the strawberry puffs, took a bite, and squinted her eyes.

What Lydia can perceive is only the breath of the soul.But now she is obviously alone, she still feels warm.

[System,] she said, [he is so nice. 】

The system proudly puffed out its small chest: [My god! 】

Lydia didn't answer.

When the puffs were finished, she walked to the door.Under the mini Christmas tree is a small box, neatly wrapped and tied with a ribbon, which contains a whole box of chocolates.

"Really, I'm not a child..."

But she still squatted at the door, took apart a round chocolate ball, and stuffed it into her mouth impatiently.

"……It is too sweet."

She curled her lips and whispered to herself.