Win Wayne

Connor gently landed on the valley with Wen in his arms.

The fluffy grass is not comfortable to the touch after approaching. I don’t know if it’s an illusion. Wen always feels that there is a lingering moisture under her feet—like stepping on water with a plastic bag on her bare feet, which makes her feel chilly. and damp.

She leaned into Connor's arms and said, "Is this the 'more dangerous place' you said?"

"Don't underestimate this place," Connor threatened her. "There is no one for several miles around, and the signal is very poor. If I leave you here, you will be frozen into a human popsicle in a few hours."

"Then will you taste me?"

"Of course you taste better alive and warm," Connor said.

Wen laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha, yes, I'm sorry, I really thought you would take me to a precipitous place, such as on a cliff - watching the aurora on the cliff, how romantic it is."

The sky is already filled with brilliance.

The aurora and the rainbow are really two completely different things. They are like giant whales in the sea, so wide that they occupy the entire field of vision—but at the same time, they appear small and subtle against the backdrop of the vast sky.

beautiful colors.Grass-like bright green, gorgeous and changeable blush, blue and purple mixed and intertwined... like thick yarn, as if the people in the sky are showing off the skirt.

They tower like a tower, which is a pure three-dimensional feeling.This beam of aurora attracted Wen's attention, and she focused on it, and the tower made of light collapsed in an instant, turning into countless scattered streamers, like a firework embers burning in the sky.

This aurora fell like a meteorite, followed by a colorful long tail like a meteor.

For a few moments, Aurora's meteorite even landed beside Wen.

But they didn't fall by her side in the end, because Wendy, who was not far away, walked towards the location of the aurora.

Wendy's translucent body is almost integrated with Aurora. In Aurora, her white dress is like water falling into a watercolor box. Every time it spreads forward a little, it will change into a new hue.

No matter what the color is so beautiful, no matter what the color is so sad.

Like an ink painting wet with water, everything becomes blurred, and all details are soaked and expanded. This hazy artistic conception cannot be described as beautiful.Sometimes a coincidence can produce a more beautiful effect than the original, but those who have witnessed the original appearance of this ink painting will inevitably feel sad after seeing the process of it blurring.

"You don't look very happy." Connor whispered, afraid of disturbing anything.

"It's not me who is unhappy." Wen replied, "I will always be happy, and being happy is the meaning of my existence."

"It's a very bright sentence, but it looks strange when you say it." Connor said, "May I know what's the story behind it?"

"You're starting to be curious about my story? Honey, that doesn't seem right to you."

"I have liked you since the first time I saw you, and the more I like you, the more I like you," Connor said lightly, "What does it matter if I like you a little more? It won't be to the point where I can't live without you, I have a strong heart."

"..."

"Can't say it? Don't want to say it? Well, I can accept it." Connor's voice was still brisk, "Unknown secrets will make you more attractive."

"I don't want to break this atmosphere and get along with it a little bit," Wen said. "Although most of the time, I do like to see the surprised expressions of the audience and gloat over the emotions expressed by my words, but that Before I knew the details."

"Sounds like a long story."

"Yes, it's very long, and full of details and conflicts, all people are driven by their personalities to think and respond in line with their identities, and all people jointly create tragedy. To be fair, no one in the whole thing Something is really wrong, but no one seems to be really doing anything right."

"Now I don't really want to hear your story."

Even that kind of reaction was exactly what I wanted, Wen thought.

She may still be more accepting of Connor's way of expression. Among all the people he met before, he likes Peter the most, but Peter's feelings are full of enthusiasm and consideration.

It's not that she doesn't like this kind of enthusiasm and thoughtfulness.

It's just that when a person has more important things in his heart, and pays more attention to justice and peace, and the other person is really capable of fighting for these great things... It's just that when you realize that you can never be against greatness career, and you yourself agree that you are not as good as the "beloved" of the other party...

Not everyone will accept and endure calmly and tolerantly.

She knew with certainty that she couldn't.

Of course, she also knows for sure that she likes everyone she has tried to contact, but she is not the type who is desperate for love, and she cherishes herself far more than anything else.

Selfishly speaking, if she had to choose between her own life and the lives of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even all strangers on the planet, she would undoubtedly choose herself.

And there will be no hesitation and psychological burden.

She is not indifferent either.It is equally painful for her to make multiple choice questions in her friends' lives and her own life, so she never asks about the work of those superheroes and tries her best to avoid similar choices.

"I really thought you were going to take me to some cliff," Wen said.

"Because I can fly, do you think I am used to staying in steep heights like a bird?" Connor said funny, "I am not the same as a bird. I can stay in midair as if I have no gravity. Roughness doesn't make much difference to me."

"I understand." Wen sighed, "You shouldn't use the thinking of a person who can't fly to speculate on the perspective of a person who can fly. You really taught me a lesson."

"Want to see the aurora?" Connor said. "It doesn't make much difference to me, but I think you will like it."

Wen readily agreed.

Connor picked her up and flew lightly into the sky, hovering in the aurora belt.

A huge curtain of light enveloped her, and Wen reached out to caress the aurora around her, but all she touched was air.Only at this time will she feel that she is just an ordinary person, which is too boring, but fortunately, this kind of flaw is still within the acceptable range.

Connor took her outstretched hand.

"I'm the only entity you can touch right now." Connor winked at her. "How about treating me like Aurora? You can touch it all you want, and it's hand-warming."

Wen turned and kissed him.

Connor was obviously taken aback by this development too, but he was quick to kiss back.

She's sweet and distant, Connor thinks, kissable the same way she feels to him as a person.He had never met someone like Wen, no lie, no compliment, it was a fact.

Connor is doing superhero work.He was born like a superhero, without a mother, and in a way, without a father.

When he was born as a clone, he was given the definition of "tool". Later, he left Luthor, who created him, and stepped into the Superman camp with no expectations but with hope.His nickname is Superboy.

Superman briefly used the moniker as a teenager, and it wasn't so much Connor's choice of the moniker as it was his only outlet.

He doesn't reject this title and positioning, but he doesn't seem to love it very much.He has saved many people, and most of the time he doesn't think about the subsequent impact of this behavior, and he doesn't care much about the people he saved.

Doesn't sound like a qualified superhero speech.

Maybe he really doesn't want to be a superhero. He looks forward to the life of ordinary people of the same age. He doesn't need to be in a bustling city, and a small remote town is also good. He doesn't mind taking care of the farmland—for him, anyway. Physical work is not difficult.And if he wanted to, he could always go to the Metropolis or New York and do something else in between ordinary lives.

Superman and his family are friendly to him. He likes Superman's parents very much. They are kind and kind old people. Superman also gave him a choice. He can stay with the old people.

Coming to Iceland this time was also out of hesitation.

He kind of wanted to stay, and was worried about what Luthor might do in retaliation, even though Superman said not to worry.

Wen was the one who impressed Connor the most among all the people she saved. When she sank to the bottom of the water, her long black hair fluttered, like a corpse that had been frozen in sleep for a long time, waiting to be awakened by kisses.

When she opened her eyes, the first expression on her face was laughing.

Her smile was bright without haze.

Oddly happy, oddly sweet and alienated.

Wen took the initiative to start the kiss, and also took the initiative to end it.She was a bit distracted and silent, staring at the aurora around her, until Connor asked, "You don't like it?"

He was a little apprehensive.Please don't say that his kissing skills are too bad, that would be too embarrassing, although he did look clumsy and green in Wen's teasing, God, she is too good at it.

"No, very good, very pleasant." Wen said with a strange look, "I just don't know..."

Damn, do I still have so many tricks!

She had no doubts that she could tie a cherry stem with her tongue!

Most of the techniques from Wendy are very useful, but this kind of technique really makes her not know whether it is joy or sorrow.

"Don't know what?" Connor asked her nervously.

"I didn't know your reaction would be so cute." Wen said with a smile.

She did feel a new kind of happiness subtly, because it was too unfamiliar, so she savored it for a long time, she didn't know if it was the feeling of "being in love", and she had never talked with anyone before.

This feeling also doesn't fit her own experience. According to her understanding from various fictional works and Wendy's experience, "love" is never purely sweet and happy, but...painful and happy.

Pain and pleasure, squeezing pleasure out of pain—including when she was hanging out with everyone before, she felt that way.This is her understanding of love, and perhaps this is also her understanding of the whole world.

But being with Connor was too easy and happy, leaving no room for pain at all. Damn it, she even felt the confusion and dullness that she had produced in this painless "pleasure".

If that's not what it feels like to be in love, if true "love" is pain and pleasure.

Then she will not fall in love.

She definitely prefers this new feeling.

Connor pouted: "I feel underestimated by you."

"Want to wash away the shame?" Wen asked with a smile.

Connor comprehended Wen's words without hindrance this time. He raised a bright smile and bowed his head to kiss her.

Let’s break my perception of love, Wen Xiang.

Take me away and forget the pain.