[Zhongyingmei] Did Dachao confess today?

Joshua has always felt that someone has been staring at him for the past two days, but every time he looks back, he finds nothing.He stood where he was on the crowded street, and pedestrians in the metropolis hurried past him one after another, and no one looked at him. This made Joshua think that he had some kind of illness for a while, but When asking other colleagues, everyone would only worry about asking him if he was too tired.

Joshua: ...but I'm not tired at all.

Joshua thinks he could even run five laps around the Children's Hospital if he could!

In the end, Joshua could only comfort himself that maybe he really thought too much.

After work today, Joshua was thinking about the empty refrigerator at home while changing clothes.

Maybe it's time to get some food for myself.

Joshua thought so, and after leaving the hospital, he started walking towards his destination, a small store selling vegetables and fruits.

When he buys vegetables and fruits, he usually seldom goes to that kind of large shopping malls, and the expensive ones are the second best, because Joshua is not short of money, and he buys things here purely after he returned to China and lived a good life for a few years. a law of life.

For example, he found that the quality of the fruit and vegetable store on the street was similar to that of the supermarket, but the price was [-]/[-] lower. Of course, the most important point was that it was very close to where he lived.

The owner of Hans Fruit Shop is an old man with a beer belly and gray hair. Although he looks strong, he has a very kind personality. When he saw the regular customers coming in, he stood behind the cashier and greeted Joshua with a smile.

"Hey, Joshua, there are fresh red apples today." He pointed to the ruddy and plump apples placed not far away, and blinked mischievously, "I already tasted them when I bought them, Crunchy and sweet! One bite and the juice almost flowed out of my mouth."

The apples he described were so delicious that Joshua got an idea, went to the place where the apples were placed and started picking them up.It didn't take too long, Joshua took seven or eight apples, picked out the dishes to be made tonight, and walked to Uncle Hans' cashier to pay.

After giving the money, when Joshua got the receipt, another man wrapped up all over his body walked into Hans Fruit Shop. It is not right to wear such thick clothes in this weather.

Sure enough, the man walked towards Hans' cash register without even looking at the things beside him. Under his dirty and messy hair were two cloudy red eyes and thick dark circles. There was very little flesh, and thin skin covered his high and protruding cheekbones, and his complexion was dark and yellow.

Joshua secretly thought something was wrong, this person didn't look right, according to the medical books that Joshua had read, this kind of appearance usually appeared on addicts.

The man pushed Joshua away with his hand, and the heavy push caused Joshua to hit the iron shelf with vegetables behind him, and the fruits and vegetables in his hand fell to the ground with a gurgle as soon as they loosened.

Before Joshua could feel sorry for his belongings, he was forced to cry by the pain in his waist. It was not a light blow, and Joshua thought that his waist was probably swollen.

The man didn't look at Joshua who was pushed aside by him, took out a black gun from his dirty coat, pointed at the forehead of Uncle Hans at the cash register and said in a stern tone: "Old man, don't talk! Obediently give me all the money in your wallet!"

Uncle Hans raised his hand not daring to resist, and slowly stretched his hand towards his cash register to enter the password. Joshua stood aside and quietly put his hand into his pocket to call the police, but the man was sensitive to his movements , the muzzle of the black hole pointed at him again, and said viciously.

"Don't move!"

The man didn't look well, and couldn't help but suck his nose. Joshua guessed that he wanted to, but the gun was not a joke. Joshua didn't move, and stood obediently with his hands up. side.

The man looked at Joshua sullenly for two seconds, then turned his head and began to urge the uncle to get the money quickly. He was probably a little scared. After all, this is a metropolis, but it is Superman's territory. As long as the people in this store send out a little help No matter where you are in the world, the Son of Light in Metropolis can hear it and come quickly.

But probably because Uncle Hans was getting old, he kept shaking his hands when entering the password, and just when the expression on the man's face became more and more irritable, and he seemed about to get angry, there was another knock at the door of the store, Joshua turned his head anxiously, hoping that people who came in would find a thug with a gun, but the moment his eyes fell on the door, Joshua stood there in a daze .

The blue tights wrapped a perfect body that even Michelangelo could not carve, a big red and yellow "" was printed on the chest, and the red cape hanging down behind him, the combination of these features made The identity of the person standing at the door of the store is ready to be revealed.

"Super, Superman!"

Looking back at Superman, the man yelled in horror. He pointed the gun at Uncle Hans at Superman. He trembled in fear, but he still held his breath, "Don't! Don't come here!"

But before he could finish speaking, Uncle Hans behind the cashier had already raised the wooden stick behind the counter and hit him hard on the head. The aggressive man just rolled his eyes and passed out on the ground.

"Stinky boy!" The uncle touched his nose and snorted.

And our Superman, Mr. Clark Kent, he just flew in the sky today and happened to use his clairvoyance and just took a look at Joshua's movements, but he found that Joshua, who has always been safe and happy, was in a little danger.

Clark, who was flying in the sky, panicked to death. He accidentally ran into a wild goose when he was flying down. He carefully dodged and rushed down, and quickly landed at the door of Hans Fruit Store.Ignoring the surprised eyes of passers-by on the street, Clark hurriedly opened the door and walked in, but before he could make a move, the heroic Uncle Hans knocked the villain down with a stick.

"Eh..." Clark didn't know what to do for a moment. He glanced at Joshua who stood aside and looked at him stupidly, and then glanced at the uncle behind the cashier, spreading his hands said laughingly.

"Maybe, what's wrong with me?"

Uncle Hans straightened his chubby belly, and waved his big hand with pride.

"Yes, it's nothing to you Superman, just take this bad guy away."

Superman: "...ah, is this... so?"

Clark was a little at a loss. He actually didn't want to leave. He thought he could take this opportunity to have a good talk with Joshua, but now it seems impossible.

And Joshua was quietly raising his eyes to look at Superman, when he heard what Uncle Hans said, he immediately said in frustration, "Huh?"

Joshua hadn’t seen Superman since he came back from the battlefield five years ago. Metropolis is a big city, and Superman flies in the sky so many times a day, but Joshua saw his red cape only a handful of times. Countable, and if you want to see Superman's face clearly, you can only watch it on the daily news station.Now that he can finally meet Superman and is about to say goodbye, why doesn't Joshua feel disappointed?

Joshua's eyes fell on Clark, and Clark couldn't help but tense his muscles and stood up straighter.

The red apples on the ground rolled to Joshua’s feet and hit his shoes. He squatted down and began to pick up things in a panic as if he had just woken up from a dream. There were not many things, but Joshua picked them up very quickly, right in front of his idol. He was a little restrained, he didn't dare to make a sound, and even his movements became much stiffer.

After putting everything in the paper bag and standing up, Joshua handed another red apple in front of him, and it was Superman who was holding the apple.

Superman, whom he had always thought of, stood in front of him and smiled at him.

"Your apple."

Joshua looked up blankly. He knew that Superman was tall, but he didn't expect that he was a full head taller than him, and Superman's body, which was even more perfect than David's, was less than one meter away from him. The strong smell of male hormones almost made Joshua dizzy.

If this was a funny cartoon, Joshua’s ears might already be emitting puffs of white smoke like a steam train. His body was shaking—excited—and subconsciously said, “You take it!”

The smile froze on Clark's face.

Clark thought, does Joshua hate himself?This shouldn't be, how could the little doctor hate himself? According to the information that Bruce found, he should obviously worship himself. You must know that when Clark was lying in front of the supercomputer in the watchtower and knew about it, he was looking out. The tower flew several times.

He even said to his good brother Batman in a show-off tone: "Look! Bruce! His favorite superhero is me!"

However, in the eyes of Batman, who has always been mature and serious, this point of showing off is naive. The brain of the Justice League looked at the soul of the Justice League, whose tail seemed to be up to the sky, and said "oh" coldly. .

No response.

The joy in Clark's heart was extinguished like a flame being doused by water, and a little blue smoke rose.

Behind his back, though, he murmured that Batman might be jealous of him.

But now, looking at the little doctor's appearance, Clark feels empty, because Joshua's appearance is really not like the reaction of fans seeing idols.

The little curly hair on Clark's forehead no longer stood upright, lying on his smooth forehead.

But in the next second, Joshua's words pulled his heart back from hell to heaven. The blond young man stretched out his hand and carefully pushed the apple in Clark's palm to him, showing him a smile full of joy and flattery.

"Please take it." Joshua stammered nervously, "Thank you, Superman."

"I...I am your fan!" Probably because he was afraid that the word "fan" would not be enough to express his love, Joshua added a sentence at the end: "I like you very much, especially like you."

The little curly hair on Clark's forehead stood up energetically again.

"Thank you."

Clark didn't refuse, and clenched the red and round apple in his hand, showing eight shiny white teeth to his little fans.

Joshua was so excited that he was about to faint.

While he's well aware that this could just be Superman's response to fans who love him, what if?

He still wanted to say something to Superman, but a large number of people had gathered outside the store with their mobile phones to take pictures of the store, and the villain on the ground who was knocked out with a stick by the store manager began to wake up again. No matter how reluctant he was, he resisted the dizzy villain on the ground and walked out the door. He took a last look at Joshua, said goodbye softly, and pushed open the door to fly into the sky.

Joshua ran to the door with a paper bag full of things and looked up to see where Superman had disappeared. He obediently ran back to his home, ignoring the inquiries of the people around him.

When Joshua arrived at the hospital the next day, he was immediately surrounded by excited colleagues. Without exception, everyone was asking if the person Superman rescued yesterday was Joshua.

Joshua had no choice but to answer one by one, yes, that's right.

But no matter how much, Joshua didn't want to talk about it.

The experience of meeting Superman this time is like a beautiful gem that Joshua treasured in his heart. He is stingy and doesn’t want to share it with others. He just wants to take it out and have a look at it in his free time.

The head nurse clapped her hands and asked everyone to do their own work quickly, then walked up to Joshua and spoke softly to comfort him.

"Joshua, leave them alone and do your job well."

Joshua nodded as a response.

He took his medical records and walked towards the small cubicle of the hospital, and opened the curtain. On the hospital bed inside lay a little boy with black hair and blue eyes who looked only in his early teens.

The little boy was clutching his arms and howling dryly on the hospital bed, shouting pain to the man in suit and tie sitting beside him.

"Bruce—" Dick whimpered, clutching his arm, "I think my arm is broken."

Sitting next to him, a surprisingly handsome mature man—the famous little prince of Gotham, Bruce Wayne patted his adopted son on the back and said softly: "Hold on, buddy, you are a strong boy .”

The sound of the curtain opening was not loud, but it was enough to attract the attention of the two people. Bruce looked at Joshua who walked in. His steel blue eyes scanned his whole body like a scanner for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth curled up. He showed a frivolous smile together, and said something meaningful.

"Oh, here comes the doctor."