[Zhongyingmei] Did Dachao confess today?

The barbecue made by Joshua is obviously inspired by the old lady he met in Texas. Even if his tongue was scalded by the hot barbecue and his tongue hurt and screamed, Barry would still stuff the barbecue into his mouth without hesitation.

Satisfied with wine and food, Barry sighed comfortably while lying on the sofa.

Bliss on earth, but that's all.

The night sky of the metropolis has darkened slightly, and there are already a few stars flickering in the sky. It was supposed to be time to go home, but under Barry's strong suggestion, they decided to sit together and drink again.After all, it's rare for three people to meet each other, so it's a pity to separate like this, and drinking is obviously a good way to get in touch.

Alcohol is a man's best friend.

The small supermarket that sells alcohol is not far from the downstairs of Clark's apartment. The three discussed it and decided that Barry and Clark would go buy alcohol, and Joshua would clean up the table at home. There was no problem, and everyone happily agreed.

The shelves of the small supermarket are full of wines. Clark thought about picking out a few common ones, but Barry was faster than him. He walked to the shelves and started to sweep them—he still took wine with strong stamina.

Clark stared dumbfounded at Barry's actions.

"Barry, what are you doing with so much?"

The handsome little police officer raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "It's hard to have a drink, of course I have to have a good time."

"And we can't get drunk."

Before Clark realized what Barry meant, the little blond police officer rushed to the counter to pay the bill in high spirits.

It wasn't until the two of them were walking upstairs with beers in their hands that the innocent Clark finally realized why Barry bought so many strong drinks.

Clark couldn't help covering his hot cheeks with his hands, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Barry...I didn't mean that." Clark said softly, but the only listener didn't hear him, and he had already run upstairs in three steps and two steps.

The doorbell rang, and Joshua opened the door, blocking his eyes with a bottle of beer, making it impossible for him to see who was behind.

Joshua: ...?

"Hey! Joshua, it's me and Clark!"

Barry poked his head out from behind, with two beers in his arms, it was obvious who was in front of him.

Joshua was startled by the huge amount of beer at first, and then reached out to lift the top piece of beer. After the beer was taken off, Clark showed a somewhat embarrassed smile.

"Why did you buy so much?" Joshua was a little worried, "We can't drink it."

"And it's troublesome when you're drunk."

Joshua didn't know that it was difficult for the two anonymous superheroes in front of him to get drunk on something like alcohol. Needless to say, for Superman, alcohol was no different to him than drinking water.As for Barry as the Flash—because of his own super speed, the alcohol will be consumed in an instant when he enters his body, so it is difficult for Barry to get drunk after becoming the Flash.

"Don't worry, with me and Clark here, there's no problem!"

Barry patted his chest, and his thin chest was forced to show a King Kong-like majesty.

But he was very confident.

"I hope so."

Joshua smiled, and turned sideways to let Clark and Barry into the room. The room had been cleaned up, and there was still some smell of the food that he had just cooked, and Barry couldn't help sniffing.

"I think I can still eat two catties of roast beef made by Joshua." Barry muttered, "That roast meat is so delicious!"

Thinking about it now, Barry felt like his mouth was about to water again.

"It's okay, I can still make it for you in the future." Joshua was quite happy, because Barry liked to eat his barbecue.However, the old lady who quietly told him the secret recipe of the barbecue repeatedly forbade him to tell others the secret recipe, so Joshua couldn't let Barry learn how to do it by himself.

Where Barry would refuse, he happily accepted.

Putting a pile of beer on the coffee table in the living room, Joshua tied the garbage bag containing the kitchen waste and put it neatly aside.

"When I go home later, I can take the garbage away by the way." Joshua said.

Clark looked at the garbage bag at the door, and when Joshua was not paying attention, he ran downstairs with the garbage bag and threw it away.

Joshua saw Clark running downstairs quickly, and was puzzled for a while.

"Is Clark in such a hurry to take out the trash?" Joshua asked Barry.

Barry put his hands on Joshua's shoulders and giggled. The two blond-haired and blue-eyed young men looked like a pair of brothers together.

"Never mind, let's have a drink first." After speaking, Barry opened a can of beer and handed it to Joshua.

Joshua took the beer and gulped it down. The cold beer flowed down his throat to his stomach, driving away the heat of the summer night. Joshua sighed comfortably.

The popular American dramas are playing on TV. The handsome men and beautiful women are happy with BMW Xiangche, but the attention of the three people is not on it. Barry is talking about the interesting things he encountered in the central city. As an ordinary little police officer, he sees There are more prisoners of all kinds.

He was not drunk, even though the beer cans he drank on the ground had piled up into a hill, but he was still full of energy, but Joshua, who was one of the audience, looked slightly drunk and his eyes were already a little distracted.

"Hi-yes, is it?" Joshua stammered, he was a little drunk, and his usual sober brain was a little confused now, but knowing that his friend was telling him something, Joshua still opened his eyes wide Listen carefully.

When Barry talked about something exciting, he clapped his hands together like a baby seal.

The cute look made Clark couldn't help lowering his head and covering his face.

He was afraid that Joshua would see his flushed face.

"Joshua, you're drunk." Clark took down the beer in Joshua's hand. It was only the third can, and Joshua seemed to be unable to drink any more.

"Have you?" Joshua was confused. On the one hand, he felt that he was drunk, but on the other hand, he felt that he was not.

"I'm fine."

Clark and Barry looked at each other, and sighed in unison when they saw the confused little doctor.

Barry thought that Joshua might not be able to drink too much wine, but he didn't expect Joshua to be drunk after only three cans.

Thinking of the way the little doctor patted his chest and swore frankly before buying the wine, Barry felt a little guilty.

"Yeah, Joshua, you look a little drunk."

"Joshua, don't drink now, drinking too much is bad for your health?" Clark coaxed softly, "Are you still going to work tomorrow?"

Joshua sat upright on the sofa and thought for a while.

"Tomorrow, don't go to work!"

These words seemed to liberate some shackles. Joshua took half a can of wine from Clark's hand and drank it down. Clark didn't react, and Joshua succeeded.

Clark: ...

Clark was stupid, what Joshua was holding was his beer can!

He anxiously wanted to take the beer can from Joshua's hand, but accidentally touched the remote control on the sofa, and the TV screen turned to the news channel.

Against the background of the night sky, Stark's factory was ignited with raging flames, and the interviewing reporter was seriously reporting an explosion that just happened not long ago.

"It is reported that eyewitnesses saw two men in armor fighting on the roof of the Stark factory. The fighting scene was quite fierce and triggered a big explosion in the reactor of the Stark factory..."

"...We still don't know what this man in armor represents, and what danger this will bring us..."

The news was very long. The reporter was standing next to the Stark factory that was still burning and talking, but Joshua didn't listen. He realized that something might have happened to his factory again, but his brain paralyzed by alcohol But some can't react.

The reporter on the TV also showed a video captured by a passer-by. In the video, the person wearing a gold-and-red armor quickly fell from the sky. When he was about to hit the road, he turned around and flew into the sky, before disappearing in an instant.

Joshua was stunned, staring at the video on TV several times carefully, and then let out a soft "ah".

"This color scheme... is the style that my brother will like."

He smacked his lips and picked up the remote control to change the channel. Clark was still trying to persuade Joshua to sleep, but Joshua couldn't open his eyes, and stubbornly opened them and said, "I'm not sleepy."

Clark was having a headache about how to put Joshua to sleep, and there was another knock on the glass of the balcony. Clark looked up with a headache, and Hal, the Green Lantern, was floating in mid-air and waving at them outside the balcony.

"Hal?!!" Barry rushed to the balcony and opened the door, "Why are you here?"

Hal floated into Clark's house, glanced curiously at Joshua, who was leaning on Clark's shoulder in a daze, and said to Barry, "I'm here to see you." First ..@@@..

Barry didn't believe it.

"Okay, okay, I'm actually here to see who is the one who captured our big blue's heart."

Hal shrugged, he was scratching his head in the watchtower, but Barry dropped a blockbuster and kept silent, which made Hal very anxious.

After finishing speaking, Hal tilted his body and greeted Joshua: "Hi, how are you?"

Clark took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Joshua grabbed Clark's arm and forced himself to stand upright. He looked at Hal who was waving at him beside Barry, feeling a little dazed.

"Huh—you look like Green Lantern."

Before Hal said anything, Clark had already blocked Joshua's view.

"You read it wrong, Joshua." Clark coaxed, "The Green Lantern is in Seaside City, how could he come to Metropolis?"

Behind Clark, Barry was covering Hal's mouth, trying to signal him to be quiet.

Hal, whose mouth was covered, blinked.

Joshua, who was anesthetized by alcohol, nodded blankly, as if he believed this statement.

"Am I wrong?"

Clark said righteously: "You are wrong."

"Okay..." Joshua showed obvious disappointment on his face, "but... why didn't you see Superman?"

Clark's body froze suddenly, and he stammered, "What... what?"

"I want to see Superman." Joshua's eyes were slightly closed, and he leaned against Clark's chest, half asleep and half awake. His soft, fluffy blond hair was right under Clark's nose. Clark took a breath as if he could smell Joshua's hair The fresh scent of shampoo.

"But seeing Superman, it's so hard."

Clark took a deep breath, gently held Joshua's hands, and led him to the bedroom.

"It's not difficult, Joshua." Clark said softly, "It's not difficult. If you think about it, you will meet Superman."

Brought to bed by Clark, Joshua was wrapped into a white and fat "silkworm chrysalis" by Clark. He stared blankly at the ceiling, still confused.

"Really?" Joshua said softly, with the smell of beer on his breath: "But, I miss him every day."

"It started five years ago when I met him in Afghanistan."

After finally getting Joshua to lie down under the quilt, Clark heard Joshua's words before he could heave a sigh of relief. He half squatted beside the bed and murmured for a long time without saying a word, his face that rarely changed color gradually turned red.

The god on earth who obviously couldn't get drunk no matter how much he drank, now felt a little tipsy.

His heart was also sore and swollen. Clark wanted to say a lot, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.

"That's because Superman didn't know before." Clark tucked Joshua's quilt and whispered in Joshua's ear, "Now he knows."

Clark couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth that were desperately upturned.

"Superman said he was happy."

Joshua turned his head and gave Clark a sweet smile: "That would be great."

Joshua fell asleep.

Clark didn't dare to move, for fear of waking Joshua up with a noise, he floated up and slowly flew out of the bedroom, and then closed the door softly.

Hal and Barry in the living room had long since disappeared, along with a pile of beer and empty wine cans they had bought.

A note was placed on the table. Clark picked it up and looked at it. The scrawled handwriting was clearly from Barry's hand.

[Dear Clark:

Hal and I will go first!rest assured!I will teach him a lesson!In addition, I will also take away the leftover garbage for you, thank you :)]

Clark laughed dumbfounded.