Clark came to the door of Lex's bedroom, but saw that the bedroom door was open, and Lex was not inside. He looked down and saw a drop of blood on the floor.Clark frowned, listening to Lex's heartbeat, looking for where Lex didn't sleep at night.
Clark came to the door of a study room. He had never been here before. This is not Lex's study room, but the door of this study room is open, and Lex's heartbeat can be heard inside.
Clark pushed the study door a little further and walked into the study. He saw the painting hanging in the center of the wall. The devil came from the sky, and the angel and the devil each held a halberd, tearing apart the dark confrontation.
Clark shifted his gaze and saw Lex sitting in the corner of the study, with his head bowed, his curly brown hair half covering his face, "Lex?"
Clark called out, but saw that Lex did not respond to his voice, only a trace of night projected into the dark study room, Clark could see that Lex's eyes were half-opened, his eyes were unfocused, his knee was broken a little, Beads of blood ooze out.And Lex didn't seem to notice it at all, his fingers knocked down on the floor in an orderly manner.
"Are you sleepwalking, Lex." Clark asked, he didn't want to use perspective to detect Lex's cerebral cortex to get the answer, and tried not to violate Lex's privacy.Questions can also be answered.
Clark walked to Lex's side, but Lex couldn't hear his own voice, which indicated that he was indeed sleepwalking, which also explained why he would not fall asleep on the bed at night when he was sick, but ran to this study and sat in the corner , I didn't even notice that I broke my knee.
Clark knelt in front of Lex's knee, checking his wound, he was running a fever, if the abrasion was more likely to become infected, Clark's movements were gentle.
And the moment Clark's hand touched Lex's wound, Lex was awakened from his sleepwalking, and his eyes focused on Clark.
Lex saw Clark crouching in front of him, he didn't ask what Clark was doing, he quickly understood his situation.
"This is my father's study." Lex whispered.
"I know." Clark checked Lex's wound, heard that Lex had woken up from sleepwalking, and said without looking up.
"It's all the damn doctor's fault. I asked him to prescribe some special medicine, which will be fine tomorrow morning. It must be a side effect of that medicine." Lex cursed softly, stroked his forehead, looked Is there a lower point in the burn.
"I don't think it's the doctor's fault." Clark said, but it was indeed related to Lex's fever. Lex had never had sleepwalking before, so we know he didn't have such symptoms.The appearance of sleepwalking is related to many situations. Fever, worry and taking medicine can indeed lead to sleepwalking.
Lex didn't speak again for a moment, maybe a second, but the silence seemed long in the close quarters, and the breath in the dead of night seemed lengthy.
"It hurts," Lex said.
"I'm going to get the OK bag." Clark said, making a gesture to get up.
But Lex grabbed Clark's collar, which made Clark lean closer to him. Clark looked at Lex without saying a word.
"Did you see that painting?" Lex pulled Clark's collar and said close up, "I kept my father's study intact, an orphan's ridiculous fantasy."
"I see." Clark said.
"Except for that painting, you see, I hung that painting upside down, because this is the truth." Lex tilted his head with grinning lips, and looked at Clark from another angle.
"What do you want to explain?" Clark asked.
Lex looked around the study room in the dark night, and answered Clarke's question: "When I was young, my father scolded me here, and I looked at that painting. Myths are arguments to lie to children. From here No god, no god ever saved me from my father's scourging."
"I wished, I really wished, that some god, god, or whatever, even the devil, could save me from my father's savagery. I read a lot of books and classics, who hasn't been childish? The truth is, There is nothing in this world, except for rights, abilities, and power," Lex said, "People will not be protected by anyone, gods and ghosts except for protecting themselves."
"Your brows do look a bit like a god," Lex pointed his middle finger at Clark's brows and said, "You want to be a god? Gods can't have weaknesses."
"I don't want to be a god, I protect this world, because this is also my world." Clark said.
Lex laughed, but he didn't directly laugh at Clark's statement.
"I'm sorry to hear that, it's a ridiculous fantasy," Clark continued, "but it has nothing to do with who your father was or what you've been through. It's just your nature , you don’t trust any human gods. People have beliefs, not because they really believe that those things really exist, but beliefs guide people to live better and move forward.”
Lex just smiled frankly, met Clark's righteous gaze, and said, "You don't know anything."
Lex pulled the hand on Clark's collar and exerted force on Clark. With one hand propped on the wall, he stood up and walked towards the desk.
Clark decided to get the family first aid kit, which would contain sanitizer and OK bandages.
Lex opened the desk drawer, took out a box, and took out a ring from the box. The faint green light glowed in the dark study room at night, and Lex put the ring on his little finger.
Without him making any further noises, Clark also stopped his steps, turned around and looked at Lex.
Because of the isolation box, Clark could not sense the presence of kryptonite in this study.
Clark met Lex's gaze and knew what Lex was going to say.
Lex shrugged, put his kryptonite-ringed hand on the desk, and pulled his trademark smile.
"Be my angel, or become nothing!" Lex said calmly in front of the famous painting of gods and demons fighting.
"Now your fantasy is getting bigger and bigger." Clark said, even if Lex had a kryptonite ring, he didn't think Lex could kill himself, taking advantage of the rare night when Connor was away.
"Fantasy?" Lex twirled his fingers around his head and said, "Do you think I'm talking like blowing bubbles again? When I swear to my father in this study, one day, I will would kill him. Guess what happened?"
Clark watched Lex's gaze change for a moment, but stopped responding to Lex's crazy words and walked straight out of the study unless he would be wearing his kryptonite ring to stop himself.
Lex looked at the back of Clark leaving the study, and did not take a step forward, but whispered: "This is an ultimatum to you."
morning.
Lex woke up from the bed and saw that the windows were open and the curtains were fluttering due to the morning breeze. He felt a trace of cool air in his breath. He touched his forehead, and the fever had subsided.Lex felt that his body was no longer uncomfortable, but restored to complete health, and the air circulation in the bedroom and the morning breeze blowing in made him feel comfortable.
Lex saw Clark lying prone on his bed.He thought of the sleepwalking last night. It must be that Clark was afraid that his sleepwalking would continue, so he moved a chair and slept next to his bed, with his hands pressed on his feet.
Otherwise, if he sleepwalked and jumped the Golden Gate Bridge, how should I explain to Connor's son?Clark's exaggerated voice appeared in Lex's heart.
Lex was amused by Clark's voice in his heart, pulled his feet out of the quilt, and saw that the OK bandage had been pasted on his knees.
There was a knock on the bedroom door.
Connor opened the door and came in, "Hey, Papa, I just made breakfast for you, do you want to have a taste? It must be very delicious, please wake up Daddy, good morning! Fathers."
Lex looked at Connor with a chuckle, and he could almost imagine who taught Connor this as an apology for his late night, and it wouldn't be Connor himself anyway.
Lex got out of bed and slapped Clark awake, "Get up, Cowboy."
Clark came to the door of a study room. He had never been here before. This is not Lex's study room, but the door of this study room is open, and Lex's heartbeat can be heard inside.
Clark pushed the study door a little further and walked into the study. He saw the painting hanging in the center of the wall. The devil came from the sky, and the angel and the devil each held a halberd, tearing apart the dark confrontation.
Clark shifted his gaze and saw Lex sitting in the corner of the study, with his head bowed, his curly brown hair half covering his face, "Lex?"
Clark called out, but saw that Lex did not respond to his voice, only a trace of night projected into the dark study room, Clark could see that Lex's eyes were half-opened, his eyes were unfocused, his knee was broken a little, Beads of blood ooze out.And Lex didn't seem to notice it at all, his fingers knocked down on the floor in an orderly manner.
"Are you sleepwalking, Lex." Clark asked, he didn't want to use perspective to detect Lex's cerebral cortex to get the answer, and tried not to violate Lex's privacy.Questions can also be answered.
Clark walked to Lex's side, but Lex couldn't hear his own voice, which indicated that he was indeed sleepwalking, which also explained why he would not fall asleep on the bed at night when he was sick, but ran to this study and sat in the corner , I didn't even notice that I broke my knee.
Clark knelt in front of Lex's knee, checking his wound, he was running a fever, if the abrasion was more likely to become infected, Clark's movements were gentle.
And the moment Clark's hand touched Lex's wound, Lex was awakened from his sleepwalking, and his eyes focused on Clark.
Lex saw Clark crouching in front of him, he didn't ask what Clark was doing, he quickly understood his situation.
"This is my father's study." Lex whispered.
"I know." Clark checked Lex's wound, heard that Lex had woken up from sleepwalking, and said without looking up.
"It's all the damn doctor's fault. I asked him to prescribe some special medicine, which will be fine tomorrow morning. It must be a side effect of that medicine." Lex cursed softly, stroked his forehead, looked Is there a lower point in the burn.
"I don't think it's the doctor's fault." Clark said, but it was indeed related to Lex's fever. Lex had never had sleepwalking before, so we know he didn't have such symptoms.The appearance of sleepwalking is related to many situations. Fever, worry and taking medicine can indeed lead to sleepwalking.
Lex didn't speak again for a moment, maybe a second, but the silence seemed long in the close quarters, and the breath in the dead of night seemed lengthy.
"It hurts," Lex said.
"I'm going to get the OK bag." Clark said, making a gesture to get up.
But Lex grabbed Clark's collar, which made Clark lean closer to him. Clark looked at Lex without saying a word.
"Did you see that painting?" Lex pulled Clark's collar and said close up, "I kept my father's study intact, an orphan's ridiculous fantasy."
"I see." Clark said.
"Except for that painting, you see, I hung that painting upside down, because this is the truth." Lex tilted his head with grinning lips, and looked at Clark from another angle.
"What do you want to explain?" Clark asked.
Lex looked around the study room in the dark night, and answered Clarke's question: "When I was young, my father scolded me here, and I looked at that painting. Myths are arguments to lie to children. From here No god, no god ever saved me from my father's scourging."
"I wished, I really wished, that some god, god, or whatever, even the devil, could save me from my father's savagery. I read a lot of books and classics, who hasn't been childish? The truth is, There is nothing in this world, except for rights, abilities, and power," Lex said, "People will not be protected by anyone, gods and ghosts except for protecting themselves."
"Your brows do look a bit like a god," Lex pointed his middle finger at Clark's brows and said, "You want to be a god? Gods can't have weaknesses."
"I don't want to be a god, I protect this world, because this is also my world." Clark said.
Lex laughed, but he didn't directly laugh at Clark's statement.
"I'm sorry to hear that, it's a ridiculous fantasy," Clark continued, "but it has nothing to do with who your father was or what you've been through. It's just your nature , you don’t trust any human gods. People have beliefs, not because they really believe that those things really exist, but beliefs guide people to live better and move forward.”
Lex just smiled frankly, met Clark's righteous gaze, and said, "You don't know anything."
Lex pulled the hand on Clark's collar and exerted force on Clark. With one hand propped on the wall, he stood up and walked towards the desk.
Clark decided to get the family first aid kit, which would contain sanitizer and OK bandages.
Lex opened the desk drawer, took out a box, and took out a ring from the box. The faint green light glowed in the dark study room at night, and Lex put the ring on his little finger.
Without him making any further noises, Clark also stopped his steps, turned around and looked at Lex.
Because of the isolation box, Clark could not sense the presence of kryptonite in this study.
Clark met Lex's gaze and knew what Lex was going to say.
Lex shrugged, put his kryptonite-ringed hand on the desk, and pulled his trademark smile.
"Be my angel, or become nothing!" Lex said calmly in front of the famous painting of gods and demons fighting.
"Now your fantasy is getting bigger and bigger." Clark said, even if Lex had a kryptonite ring, he didn't think Lex could kill himself, taking advantage of the rare night when Connor was away.
"Fantasy?" Lex twirled his fingers around his head and said, "Do you think I'm talking like blowing bubbles again? When I swear to my father in this study, one day, I will would kill him. Guess what happened?"
Clark watched Lex's gaze change for a moment, but stopped responding to Lex's crazy words and walked straight out of the study unless he would be wearing his kryptonite ring to stop himself.
Lex looked at the back of Clark leaving the study, and did not take a step forward, but whispered: "This is an ultimatum to you."
morning.
Lex woke up from the bed and saw that the windows were open and the curtains were fluttering due to the morning breeze. He felt a trace of cool air in his breath. He touched his forehead, and the fever had subsided.Lex felt that his body was no longer uncomfortable, but restored to complete health, and the air circulation in the bedroom and the morning breeze blowing in made him feel comfortable.
Lex saw Clark lying prone on his bed.He thought of the sleepwalking last night. It must be that Clark was afraid that his sleepwalking would continue, so he moved a chair and slept next to his bed, with his hands pressed on his feet.
Otherwise, if he sleepwalked and jumped the Golden Gate Bridge, how should I explain to Connor's son?Clark's exaggerated voice appeared in Lex's heart.
Lex was amused by Clark's voice in his heart, pulled his feet out of the quilt, and saw that the OK bandage had been pasted on his knees.
There was a knock on the bedroom door.
Connor opened the door and came in, "Hey, Papa, I just made breakfast for you, do you want to have a taste? It must be very delicious, please wake up Daddy, good morning! Fathers."
Lex looked at Connor with a chuckle, and he could almost imagine who taught Connor this as an apology for his late night, and it wouldn't be Connor himself anyway.
Lex got out of bed and slapped Clark awake, "Get up, Cowboy."
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