[Zhongyingmei] Did Dachao confess today?

For ordinary people, dreams always have a beautiful and dreamy feeling, but there are good dreams and bad dreams. Bad dreams make people physically and mentally exhausted after waking up, while good dreams always make people addicted and unwilling to wake up. Come.

Although Wagley said: "Dreams are the opposite of reality."

Smallville, Kansas is the place where Clark Kent grew up. There are golden corns everywhere, full-grained wheat, and herds of cattle and sheep walk on this land. Whenever the wind blows, planting In the farmland covered with wheat and corn, there will always be waves of wheat, and the air is full of the fragrance of wheat and the sweet taste of corn.

The small town of Smallville is calm and stable, romantic and gentle.

Summer is a harvest season, and it is also the busiest time in the whole town.

And this summer is also the first time that Clark returns to the Kent Farm in Kansas with his lover to help Martha and Jonathan who live here farm together.

"Come and help, Clark!" Jonathan in the wheat field waved to his son and shouted.

The wheat in the wheat field has matured, and the full-grained ears of wheat weigh heavily on the stalks. Jonathan caresses the wheat he has planted with his rough palm, his eyes full of joy for this year's harvest.

He is a kind and honest farmer, and he firmly believes that the best thing is to get something by working with his own hands. If he hadn't been influenced by him, Clark would never have cultivated such a brave and resolute character.

Clark walked towards Jonathan. He was still wearing a straw hat woven by Martha on his head, and he was holding a hat for Jonathan in his hand. The sun in Kansas is very good, but if you don’t pay attention to sun protection, you will get sunburned, but this is right for Clark Rather, it is insignificant.

He brushed aside the wheat beside him, and walked along the path towards Jonathan who was squatting in the wheat field looking at the wheat. He was tall, half a head taller than his adoptive father, and when he walked in front of Jonathan, the shadow fell Like a solid calf.

Clark put the straw hat on Jonathan's head.

"Dad, take it with you, the sun is a little bit hot today."

Jonathan accepted his son's kindness, pressed the hat on his head, and then Jonathan asked Clark to squat down and show him the ears of wheat that had just matured this year.

"Look, what about the ears of wheat?" Jonathan asked.

"It looks really good." Clark took a closer look, then twisted a grain of wheat, peeled off the outer shell, put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully, and the sweet aroma flowed from his mouth to his nose.

"This year's wheat is growing really well."

"is very good."

Jonathan looked at the wheat field as if he was looking at his own child. He looked at Clark again, raised his hand and patted Clark on the shoulder in relief. Jonathan couldn't help feeling proud to see the child he raised so strong and handsome. , he stopped talking about wheat, and began to understand his son's life in the metropolis.

"Clark, how are you doing in Metropolis?"

"I'm fine, Dad." Clark smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth. He was handsome, and he didn't need to wear Kryptonian glasses to cover his eyes on his own farm, so when he was smiling against the sunset, the expression on his face was also the same. More relaxed and pleasant.

"Me and Joshua are both fine."

Compared with the god on earth that everyone praises in the news, he is more like a farm boy with a sunny heart.

In fact, it does.

Now Clark has become the deputy editor-in-chief of the Planet Daily. Strictly speaking, he is a successful person at a young age. The matter of editor-in-chief is that he successfully pursued his beloved, and was able to return to Kansas to live with his parents.

"That's good, Clark." Jonathan was very relieved. He was old and couldn't grow food for long. Now his only thought was to see his children live a healthy and happy life. A hundred acres of fertile land will make him happy.

Jonathan put his hands on the ground, did not accept Clark's support, and slowly stood up from the wheat field. He glanced at the endless wheat field, smiled and said to Clark: "These wheat should be harvested, and you will have to work hard tomorrow." gone."

"That's my job."

Clark and Jonathan were walking on the path outside the wheat field. It was almost dinner time, and they had to go home quickly.

The father and son couldn't finish talking. Clark talked about work, and Jonathan asked Clark if he was tired of being Superman. The two walked slowly all the way, but they still walked home quickly.

Joshua and Martha were sitting on the sofa outside the house talking. The orange sunset seemed to cast a halo on the two of them. It was probably because Joshua said something interesting that made Martha amused. Can't stop laughing.

Jonathan and Martha were not surprised when they first heard Clark say that the person they liked was a boy, but when they saw the happy smile on Clark and Joshua's face together, they quickly accepted it. This unexpected "daughter-in-law".

"In this world, it is already difficult for two people to love each other, Clark." Martha said, "Why do you have to restrict gender?"

Of course, Martha and Jonathan accepted their affection not so much because their beloved child liked Joshua. Not to mention enlightened parents like Sha and Jonathan.

Originally, they were worried about whether their mild-tempered children would not be able to take care of themselves in a fast-paced city like the metropolis, but now that Joshua is here, they are also relieved.

Seeing her lover come back, Martha opened her arms and gave Jonathan a warm hug and kissed him on the cheek. Although Joshua was a little shy, Clark couldn't suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth when he saw him open his arms Pounced on.

Clark was much taller than Joshua. When he held Joshua in his arms, he rubbed his chin against the top of Joshua's head, and smelled the corn and spices in Joshua's hair with his nose. fragrance.

It appears that Joshua and Martha boiled corn together and made kebabs.

After the family of four had enough wine and food, it was already dark. In order to allow Martha and Jonathan to have a good rest, Joshua and Clark volunteered to wash the dishes by themselves, urging the two parents to go to bed first. .

In the small kitchen, Joshua rinsed the dishes that had already been washed with clean water. He was wearing an apron that Martha knitted one by one. Two thin threads wrapped around his waist, revealing a Cut off the white loin.

Clark approached Joshua quietly. He stretched out his arms to wrap around Joshua's waist, restraining his own strength. The little doctor's waist in his arms was so thin that it seemed like it could be broken if he tried hard. Clark's strength was too strong. As he grew up, although he believed in his self-control, he found that his self-control didn't seem to work very well with Joshua.

As colleagues, Hal and Barry always laughed at Clark, saying that he was always timid in the face of Joshua, as if he was afraid of hurting Joshua. Although Clark refuted it, he silently agreed with Hal and Barry if.

Clark was indeed afraid of hurting Joshua. He knew that he was so strong that he could crush a mountain with one punch, but he was more willing to bow his head and kiss the end of his lover's hair.

That gave him a greater sense of accomplishment than crushing a mountain with his fists.

Clark's eyes glanced down, and Joshua's fair neck and ears began to be dyed pink. The pink was like a spark in a dry forest. A little spark ignited the two of them, from head to toe, in a prairie fire.

Joshua turned around and wanted to give Clark a hard look, but with the blush in his eyes, he lost his momentum. It was more like flirting than a warning. Clark held Joshua's cheeks and kissed Joshua hungrily At the beginning, he didn't dare to use too much force, just lightly pecked the kiss, and it passed by like a superficial kiss, but this light kiss could not satisfy the prairie fire in Clark's heart. He kissed Joshua's. The lips swept wantonly in Joshua's mouth, like a king who plundered a city.

Joshua was so breathless from the kiss, he pressed his hand against Clark's chest and gently pushed him away, and it took him a long time to barely catch his breath.

"Joshua, I'm sorry, I just..." Clark kept kissing Joshua, from the corners of his eyes to the corners of his lips, densely and densely, denser than spring rain, and almost brittle Joshua's bones.

If possible, Clark really wanted to hold Joshua like this and kiss his sweet lips all the time.

The phone in the living room rang a familiar ring, Clark didn't care about it, but Joshua had sharp ears.

"Wait." Joshua was a little out of breath from Clark's kiss. He pushed Clark's chest and said, "Tony called me."

Clark really wanted to tell Joshua to leave that scoundrel Tony alone, but he knew that if he really did that, Tony, the titular uncle, might not let him go easily.

Although Clark wants to keep holding Joshua and doing bad things, he doesn't want to wake up the next morning to a pile of Mark's armor surrounding his bed with Tony's special kryptonite palm cannons aimed at his chest. Scenes.

Probably because Clark's sullen expression was too obvious, Joshua couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and kiss Clark on the mouth several times, which was regarded as comfort.

"How about compensating you later?"

How could Clark not accept such a beautiful condition?

After thinking about it, Clark still asked Joshua to answer Tony's video call.

It's a pity that the pleasing elder brother didn't like him because he didn't like him. Clark wanted to say hello to Tony, but Tony ignored him.

"Tony, you are so impolite." Joshua spoke to his brother earnestly: "Clark is my lover, you have to respect him."

"I respect him a lot." Tony on the other end of the phone snorted coldly, with a look of bitterness and hatred, "If I didn't respect him, he would have gone to see Satan by now."

Clark: ...

Clark told himself in his heart that if he were Tony, he would probably be even more ruthless than Tony.

The two brothers who were separated by thousands of miles chatted for a long time. The long-term Clark ended the conversation when he was a little drowsy. After Tony hung up the phone, Clark regained his energy and pressed Joshua on the bed to eat and clean himself. .

The next day Clark was refreshed and woke up early. He originally wanted to go to the wheat field with Jonathan to harvest wheat, but before he left, he received a message from Bruce from the Justice League.

The Joker escaped from Arkham again, this time he didn't stay in Gotham, and went to Metropolis uncharacteristically.

"We need your help right now, Superman." Batman said hoarsely on the phone.

"The clown has come out?" Joshua heard what Batman said on the phone. Although he didn't know much about the clown, he knew clearly the craziness and cruelty of the clown from the scarred wounds on Batman's body. Needless to say to Clark, Joshua has already started urging Clark to return to Metropolis to catch the clown.

Today is a fine weather, the bright sunshine of Kansas falls on this fertile land, and the smell of grains floats in the air. In order to help his good brother Bruce, Clark has faced the clown countless times, and every time he successfully put the lunatic in prison. Into Arkham, so it will be the same result this time.

It's just that Clark suddenly panicked.

He put on the uniform that he represented hope when he was Kal-El. He flew in the air, with the red cloak fluttering behind him. He lowered his head and stared at his parents and lover standing on the ground. The direction is gone.

Tomorrow, Clark thought, he and Jonathan could cut the wheat, but he'd be back in Kansas soon.

Joshua and Martha Jonathan returned home. Because she was worried about Clark's situation, Martha deliberately turned on the TV and switched to the news channel of Metropolis. Not long after, there was a brisk knock on the door outside the house.

"Ding dong——" a sweet voice sounded from outside the door: "Your courier has arrived."

The process of catching the clown is unusually cumbersome. This crazy criminal is like a snake that will slip away if you don't pay attention. He said that he has dozens of bombs buried in every corner of the metropolis. Detonate, and other bombs will explode one after another like dominoes.

The Flash and Green Lantern were sent to find the bomb hidden in the Metropolis, while Clark and Bruce set out to find news about the Joker.

"Let's play a game—guess where the bomb is?"

"I hid many, many bombs, guess where I hid them?"

"If those bombs go off, the whole city will be like fireworks in the sky—" The clown in a purple tuxedo on the screen waved the remote control in his hand and let out a shrill laugh: "Boom, turn into ashes!"

"Let me guess how long it will take the Patronus of the Metropolis and my dear little bat to find me?"

The clown was just a down-and-out clown actor at the beginning, living in the bottom of Gotham, but since he fell into the chemical pool and was rescued by Batman, he was reborn as a loser and became a brother. Tan's crime lord.

He is even more slippery than loach, but after the Justice League's carpet search, no matter how slippery the loach is, he will leave clues. After finding out where the clown is hiding, he seems to have expected his own result, and did not Trying to escape, instead sitting swaggeringly on the couch waiting for Superman to break in.

Clark was already in a rage, just like Batman loves Gotham, he also loves the metropolis, so he will never let the metropolis be in danger, so as soon as he broke into the door, he yanked it hard with his hands. He grabbed the clown by the collar, lifted him to the high altitude of the metropolis and asked him where the remote control to control the metropolis bomb was.

The news from Barry and the others is not optimistic, because the number of bombs they found is far from what the clown said.

"Clown, where's the remote?" Clark pressed.

"Oh, don't be so fierce, Superman." The clown laughed, "You don't look like those funny titles of yours."

If the Joker doesn't want to say it, no one can pry it out of his mouth, and in the end it's up to Wonder Woman's truth lasso.

"Where's the remote for the Met Bomb?" Clark asked again.

The clown giggled and said, "There is no remote control to control the Metropolis bomb."

The rest of the Justice League breathed a sigh of relief, but Batman frowned, feeling that things would never be that simple.

"Wait, Clark, the clown still has something to hide from us." Bruce said.

Clark nodded solemnly.

Even though the clown who was held in the air by Clark was strangled by his collar, he looked excited, without the slightest fear that his life was at stake. He looked at his deadly enemy, just smiled, and even hummed leisurely under Clark's hands. Come out and sing.

"What are you singing, clown." Clark frowned, seeing the razor-drawn smile on the clown's face and suddenly felt chills all over his body.

A head of dark green half-long hair was messily attached to both sides of the clown's cheeks. His face was covered with white powder, and the corners of his mouth were cut out with razor blades. The bright red lipstick was painted on it, making his smile ferocious. And horror.

"Who Killed the Mockingbird... It's a popular nursery rhyme, haven't you heard it? Superman?"

"Oh... I remember, you had a sweet lover."

The clown grinned loudly, "Superman, who killed the mockingbird?"

The demon laughed out loud, full of sarcasm.

"It's you, it's you, Superman!"

"you are too slow!"

Clark opened his eyes and sat up on the bed.

The glare of the sun fell on his eyes through the screen window, and he was sweating, soaking his white vest.

Clark stepped on the floor with his bare feet, stumbled to the living room, picked up the phone and dialed the number that he had recited in his heart countless times. After two beeps, the phone was connected.

"Hello? Clark?" A familiar voice came from the receiver.

Clark, whose heart was in his throat, was relieved, and fell to the ground with a sigh of relief.

"Joshua."

Clark's voice was dry, his voice was like rubbing sandpaper, "What are you doing?"

Joshua was a little strange, he was at work, and there was going to be an operation soon, but he was also a little worried when he heard that Clark's voice on the phone was not right.

"I'm at work, what's the matter with you, Clark?"

Clark wiped the cold sweat off his head with his hand, and shook his head even though Joshua couldn't see it.

"It's okay, I just had a nightmare."

"I dreamed that something happened to you."

"Oh, how pitiful." Joshua comforted softly, "Don't be afraid, it's all fake, Clark. Thank you for worrying about me."

"I still have an operation. I'll be off work after I'm done. I'll go to your place to see you later. How about it?"

Clark closed his eyes wearily, and said softly, "Yes."