[Zhongyingmei] Did Dachao confess today?

Halloween is a day of joy, so Clark didn't want to let inexplicable things disturb Joshua and Martha who were enjoying the festival outside the house.

Just like the other Clark Kent in front of him holding the woolen sweater Martha knitted for him, eating the apple candy that Joshua bought for him, occupying the magpie's nest but looking at him indifferently through the glass.

If Clark was in a desolate open space now, he would definitely have swung his fist and slammed hard on the face of this other self who suddenly appeared here.

He not only wanted to break his ribs and break his arm, but also grabbed the man's throat and forced him to ask what his purpose was. However, after waking up from the bottom of the sea, Clark flew back to Metropolis desperately before he could contact Bruce. Superman, who looks exactly like him, would do something to Joshua and Martha, and even resisted the violent impulse that spread from the bottom of his heart, and waited patiently for that Superman to return to the bedroom.

He didn't want to ruin Joshua and Martha's Halloween, so he stood on the balcony of the bedroom and met the Superman's eyes.

The bedroom was quiet because neither of them made a sound, but Clark could hear the laughter of the children outside the house. They knocked on the door and shouted happily after Joshua opened the door: "Trick or Treat!"

Then Joshua gave each child who knocked on the door with the candy he had prepared earlier.

The contented children waved goodbye to Joshua and Martha with sweets in childish and lovely voices.

"Happy Halloween!"

Halloween is not happy at all for Clark.

It's really lively outside, everyone is very happy, the hot atmosphere makes this somewhat cold season warm, but in this small bedroom, the atmosphere is as cold as the Antarctic that is covered with ice and snow all year round.

The two leaves are obviously identical in appearance and even have similar life experiences, but with their eyes facing each other, the two Clarks can't wait to tear each other to pieces.

Interesting, isn't it?

The balcony was opened by Clara, and the corner of the red robe swirled in the cold wind before falling lightly to the ground.

The Kryptonian uniform on Clark's body is insulated from heat and water, but his hair is not. Because he came out of the sea, Clark's hair is still damp and smells like sea water.

"What's your purpose?" Clark looked at the Superman in front of him vigilantly. If he didn't know that the Superman in front of him was another living self, Clark even had the illusion that he was looking in a mirror.

The white and soft woolen sweater was gently placed on the sofa by Superman, Superman did not speak, his broad palm brushed the woolen sweater on the sofa, his blue eyes swept over every decoration in the bedroom, and finally Stagnated on Clark, who squeezed his hands and suppressed his anger.

"You're lucky." Superman answered irrelevantly, his blue eyes were unpredictable, and he smiled at Clark's stoic and angry face.

Superman thought, why is this Clark the luckiest among the thousands of universes?

In this universe, Martha is still on the farm in Kansas. When Clark sees her, she will smile and give him a warm hug. She will take out the clothes she wove by herself and tell Clark to wear them. She will prepare a bowl of warm soup to dispel Clark's anger. It is cold, and he will travel thousands of miles from Kansas to the metropolis to celebrate with Clark during the festival.

And Clark's lover - Joshua will wake up from the warm bed with Clark hugging every day, Joshua will also give him a sweet good morning kiss, and will prepare delicious food for Clark after work, and even sometimes Clark finished his work early, and the two would walk home together hand in hand.

These were the days that Superman once had. In the magnificent heroic life, he also has such warm and plain memories.

It's just that he lost.

After the loss, every time Superman indulged himself to float in a daze in the universe, recalling those memories repeatedly in his mind, he felt how precious such a happy and ordinary life was.

He even hated his own brain with exceptionally superior memory due to Kryptonian genes, the more he didn't want to recall, the clearer his memory became.

True forgetting, on the contrary, does not need to be intentional.

After Martha died of a sudden illness, he lost his companion Joshua in a war with aliens.

He closed Joshua's slack pupils with his own hands, put Joshua's cold and pale body into the coffin with his own hands, and sprinkled the first handful of soil on Joshua's cemetery with his own hands.After losing two of his favorites, the leader of the Justice League looks like a walking dead.

After knowing that there is a parallel universe, Superman worked hard and went through untold hardships. The reason for coming to this universe even if he was stopped by Batman was just to see the still warm and lively faces of Martha and Joshua.

Fortunately, Superman saw it.

In just two hours, Superman had the illusion countless times that Martha and Joshua did not leave him, they were still by his side as before, calling his name in gentle and helpless voices.

It's like dreaming, but now, it's time to wake up from the dream.

Superman just shook his head at Clark's question, still glaring at him.

"I have no purpose." He said, "I just want to see Martha and Joshua."

But how could Clark believe it so easily, he looked at Superman coldly, and Superman looked at him indifferently.

"I really envy you." Superman didn't care about Clark's cold and vigilant eyes at all, and even tasted a little bit of fun from it. He looked at Clark in this universe with interest, and then said softly.

"I really hate you too."

I hate him for being so happy, which further highlights my own desolation and loneliness.

But Superman thought and thought, maybe his unreasonable hatred for Clark was actually a hatred for himself.

What's the use of running over?

The Joshua and Martha of this universe, not his Joshua and Martha.

Bright blue light spots appeared from the toes of Superman, and then became denser at a speed visible to the naked eye. In this way, Superman began to slowly disappear in front of Clark, gradually dissipating like smoke, and seeing Clark's astonished eyes, he even had Interested in joking.

"Are you worried about me?" Superman said, "I'm just going back to where I should be."

The gradually dissipating blue light spot has reached Superman's waist, Clark's eyes are heavy, and the ice-like blue eyes are covered with a layer of shadow.

Although the Superman who appeared here didn't say anything, Clark still guessed a possibility from his few words that he didn't want to think about.

"What's wrong with them?" Clark opened his mouth, his voice dry.

He didn't name them, but Superman knew who Clark was talking about.

Breathing stagnantly, Superman thought he would feel extremely painful because of Clark's words, but strangely, he just felt a little sore and painful in his heart, which was within the range he could bear.

Now, he can actually mention Martha and Joshua naturally without feeling like a knife is piercing his heart.

So he said: "In my universe, they have passed away."

Light and floating, as calm as talking about today's weather.

The disappearing part of Superman has gradually reached his shoulders. Clark still has many doubts in his heart, but time is short, so he has no choice but to seize the last chance.

The figure he saw in the universe during the last New York battle has still left Clark in his heart, and his brows were slightly frowned. Clark asked again without hope: "Have you been here before?"

It's just that Superman's expression was a little surprised, breaking Clark's expectations.

"What?" He said, "I've only been here once."

As soon as the words fell, Superman from another universe disappeared into Clark's bedroom without leaving a trace, only the wind-blown curtains on the open balcony brought a bit of cold wind, blowing those bright blue The spot of light blows away, disappearing into the air like this.

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and Clark woke up from the frustration just now. He stiffened his body and subconsciously wanted to say something to prevent people from outside the house from coming in, but it was still a step too late, and Joshua opened the door.

With the tempting aroma of butter biscuits, Joshua stood at the door and his eyes fell on Clark who was still wearing his uniform.

There was surprise in his eyes, but also some understanding, and he was a little relieved after seeing Clark standing in front of him intact.

"Has he left?" Joshua closed the door and walked in front of Clark.

He saw the cardigan that Superman had put on the sofa, and bent down to pick it up.

Joshua knew that the Superman just now was not me!

Clark thought of this because of Joshua's words. He was a little surprised and aggrieved, but it was more sweet.

See, even if two identical people stood in front of Joshua, Joshua could still recognize him.

Because of this sentence, the expression on Clark's face softened, but he still remembered the candy apple that Joshua fed Superman, and his heart was sour and unhappy.

It was obviously intended for him to eat.

"You know..." Clark said aggrievedly, "You know he's not me."

Joshua picked up his clothes and looked up to see Clark's tight lips. He didn't understand at first, but Clark's words made him quickly understand the meaning of his words.

So Joshua was a little helpless: "I just found out."

When Clark didn't know where the soup bowl with the moon was placed, Joshua already realized that the Clark in front of him was not the Clark he knew.

Just looking at that Superman's distraught expression, Joshua couldn't bear to expose it.

He had planned to contact Bruce quietly and ask him to find out where the real Clark was, but Joshua couldn't ignore the bedroom where he said he had changed clothes but there was no movement, so he knocked on the door.

Then saw his Clark.

"Is he gone?" Joshua asked.

He actually had a lot of questions to ask that Superman, he wanted to know if that Superman knew him, if something happened to him, why there was no warmth in Clark's eyes, only tiredness.

Even if he knew that the Superman in front of him was not the Clark he knew, but looking at that identical face, Joshua couldn't help but soften his heart.

Clark nodded.

Joshua breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and hugged Clark gently.

"I'm really worried about you, Clark." Joshua grabbed the cloak behind Clark tightly, he rubbed Clark's chest, and sighed contentedly.

"I'm really worried that you will have the same eyes as him in the future."

When Clark and Joshua came out, they had already changed into woolen sweaters knitted by Martha.

Like Martha said, the cardigan is really warm and cozy.

Martha looked at her handsome and tall son with a smile, and kept clapping her hands and said, "It's really good, I knew it, you must look good in it."

In order for Martha to intuitively feel how good the woolen sweater is on him, Clark spun around a few times.

Joshua also had a small gift from Martha, but instead of a woolen sweater, it was a light gray cashmere scarf with fine stitching. When you put it together with Clark's woolen sweater, you can tell that it is from the same person hand.

Joshua liked it very much, and told Martha that he would wear it to work every day. The two coaxed Martha into elation and laughed from ear to ear.

It's just that Martha is a bit old after all, and after ten o'clock, Martha becomes a little sleepy.

Joshua and Clark let Martha go to bed first, and the two of them sat next to each other in the living room and watched TV. A family movie was playing on the TV, but Clark and Joshua were not paying attention to it.

"Joshua, do you like that Superman?" Clark asked suddenly.He still had the candy apple stuffed into his mouth by Joshua, and his voice was a little muffled.

Joshua didn't hide anything from him, and nodded naturally: "Of course, he is a superman."

Clark thought he was probably getting sour gas from his mouth.

Even though he knew that Superman was just an insignificant stranger to Joshua, Clark couldn't help himself.

"Oh." Clark said slowly, "Really."

Obviously today is Halloween, a festival full of candies and pumpkin pies, but Joshua felt that he smelled a big sour smell.

He sighed in his heart, Clark Kent, what a jealous superman.

So Joshua didn't watch the movie on TV, but turned his head to look deeply at Clark, then while he was stunned, he stretched out his arms to hug his head and kissed Clark's face twice.

He's also not biased, one on the right, one on the left, fair enough.

"Clark, don't think too much." Joshua patiently explained that he didn't want Clark to become distraught because of the appearance of that Superman.

A superman from another universe appears today, who knows if another superman will appear tomorrow, the day after tomorrow or next month?

"I said I like him because he is Clark just like you."

"I think the reason for his appearance must not be an accident. Maybe, I will meet many, many Clarks in the future, and those Clarks may all be the same as you, but to me, you are different."

Joshua spoke word by word, because of this confession, Joshua's face involuntarily began to turn pink, and his palms were sweating nervously, but he still insisted on finishing the sentence.

"I look at him and feel sorry for him the same way I feel sad watching a tragic movie, but I would never want to kiss him, or be with him - I want to kiss, want to There's only one Clark Kent together."

"that is you."

As he spoke, Joshua laughed involuntarily.

He thought that the Superman who only existed for a short time might have the same thoughts in his heart.

No matter how similar they are, they are not alone.

In these thousands of universes, maybe there is a similar or the same person in every universe.

But they are still unique to those who love them.

The author has something to say: I hope everyone can meet their own uniqueness.