Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

"Clark!"

"Clark, this way!"

Clark suddenly turned around and saw his colleague and friend, Jimmy Olsen, waving at him excitedly.

"Uh..." Clark looked back again. Over there, there was a cafe that was not very popular, but the decoration, style, and ingredients were all very good.

He turned his head and said to Jimmy hesitantly, "I think we should stop doing this..."

"Why?" Jimmy was puzzled for a second, then suddenly realized, and rushed over to grab Clark's strong arm hidden under the fat clothes, "Hey, small town boy, don't think about moral issues. We didn't hurt anyone Alone, no? And, you gotta figure it out, it's been ages since you've lived in a permanent residence - man, I can't believe you got a job in a metropolis and can't rent a house , and then let yourself live on the street, with no place to live, until now?"

Clark blushed in embarrassment.

"It's not living on the street... I went to a hotel to stay..." He stammered, trying to explain himself.

Jimmy's eyes widened exaggeratedly: "You call that a hotel?? Oh Clark, come with me, don't think about what's there or what's not."

"But...Jimmy..." Clark leaned back, exuding hesitation and entanglement all over his body, "It's really not good to live in someone else's house at will..."

Jimmy turned his head and raised his fingers seriously: "First of all, it's not 'casual'. My informant told me that this is a dilapidated house that has been unoccupied for a long time. I'm 90.00% sure, This house is now in a state of unoccupied, maybe even the actual owner is gone. Secondly, you have to consider your actual situation, brother. Isn’t this also a helpless move? Jesus will forgive you when he hears it Yes, trust me."

But the main god I believe in is named Rao.

Clark thought to himself in frustration.

Moreover, why does the scenery along the way to that hut look so familiar?

Soon, the question in his mind was answered.

On the side of the coffee shop, there is a small alley, passing through the alley, a small and exquisite wooden house stands in front of you.

"How is it? Isn't it nice?" Jimmy turned his head and showed off to his big stupid friend, "You can't see any damage without looking carefully, right? It's strange, why did the owner want to move out of this house? Obviously only The damage at the door and in the living room is relatively serious."

——Because Captain America and Hydra had an earth-shattering fight here, and then attracted Superman.The owner of the house is a newly resurrected actress who needs to avoid attention and gossip, and does not want to have anything to do with superheroes.

Clark looked at the extremely familiar hut, and his heart fell into extreme shock.

It is luck, this is probably the so-called fate.

Bad luck.In other words, evil fate.

The little reporter thought sadly.

"Jimmy..." he called to his friend in a heavy and drawl tone, "I think it's fine, I can't live here..."

Jimmy turned to look at him in surprise: "Why?"

"Uh...because..."

The little reporter struggled to find a suitable reason.

"—Because there are already people living here."

A female voice sounded impressively.

Clark, who hadn't used superpowers, and Jimmy, an ordinary person, were taken aback. They turned around quickly, looked up, and saw a woman with platinum hair standing in the window on the second floor of the wooden house.

The woman crossed her arms and looked towards them while talking: "To be honest, I just came back to get something, and I didn't expect to meet you by chance. This is a kind of luck. Has anyone told you that, no Living in a house does not mean that there is no owner, and you know that I can actually... Mr. Kent?"

She opened her eyes wide, looking at Clark...the pair of glasses on the bridge of Clark's nose.

"Clark Kent? Is that you? Little reporter?"

Clark covered his face.

"Yes, it's me... I'm sorry, Cynthia..." he said, flushing.

"Cynthia...?" Jimmy was puzzled for half a second, then his eyes widened suddenly.

"Oh shit! I mean! Oh my god! You're Cynthia?? Moon moon moon moon—"

He stuttered and screamed as if he saw the moon explode.

"—the goddess of moonlight."

Cynthia kindly helped him finish what he wanted to say.

"Nice to meet you, too, sir."

After finishing speaking, she turned her head neatly and looked at Clark who wanted to fly away immediately: "May I ask, what are you doing here? Are you reporting on this house under my name?"

"No, no, no..." Clark shook his head frantically, "We're not...we're not here as a reporter this time. We...I..."

He couldn't go on.

Jimmy tugged on his sleeve.

"I'm really sorry Goddess! We're leaving Goddess now! Goodbye, have a nice day!" he shouted, as if slipping away with oil on his feet.

Then he stumbled.

The reason is that he didn't pull Clark.

Clark seemed to have grown over there, being pulled by Jimmy, an adult man, but he didn't move a little.

"Cynthia, I can explain..." He was still trying to recover.

"Oh God, Clark," Jimmy yelled at him in a small voice.

Cynthia smiled.

"Okay, you explain." She said, leaning against the window frame leisurely.

Clark's face flushed red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I...I..." He groaned twice, and finally decided to confess, "I have been unable to rent a house in the metropolis, and Jimmy wants to help me. He is good friends with a black intermediary, and that intermediary is his The informant who reported last time, he...he..."

"Oh God, Clark," Jimmy said again, almost tucking his face into his collar.

"Oh--"

Cynthia drew out her voice.

"I see," she said. "You want my house."

"I didn't..." Clark tried to argue in a low voice, and then he was defeated by Cynthia's narrow gaze, "Well, I did think about living in this house...but that doesn't mean I want to Hard grab! I just didn't know there was an owner in this house! Now I know, I'm leaving!"

He tried to increase his boldness and the credibility of his words by raising his voice.

Cynthia couldn't help raising her hand.

"Well, well," she said, "I'm kidding you, I'm not mad."

Then, he paused, thought for a while, and then continued: "If you really want to live here, then live here."

Jimmy: "?!"

Clark: "?!"

Jimmy exclaimed in disbelief, "What—???"

"You know I don't live here, right?" Cynthia spread her hands innocently, as if there was no reason for the extremely shocked expressions of the two people in front of her, "I bought this house so that I don't have to stay in a hotel when I'm filming. It’s just taking things, if someone wants to rent it out and help me share the property expenses, why not do it?”

"But...but we didn't go through formal channels..."

Clark stumbled in the middle of his speech, but was interrupted by Jimmy's elbow on the stomach.

Cynthia laughed lowly twice.

"It's okay, I know you." She looked at him tenderly. "I've remembered you since the last time you interviewed me. You're an interesting reporter, Clark. If it were you, I'd love to hand over the house go out."

Jimmy stiffened.Like a revived mummy, he turned his spine one by one, turned his head away, and stared at Clark with an expression that "shocked my whole newspaper".

Clark blushed again.

"I...uh...thank you." He was at war with heaven and man, and finally fell under the oppression of capitalism, "Can I ask... that... how much is the rent..."

His voice is getting smaller and smaller.

Cynthia could almost hear the little reporter sobbing while holding the wallet.

She raised a haloed smile.

"No rent, just pay your own water and electricity bills, plus help me take care of this house, don't let it fall into dust."

Clark's eyes widened.

Jimmy gasped from the sidelines.

"But...but..." Clark was about to cry, but he still struggled to maintain his solid morality, and stammered, "Is this going to cost you too much..."

"It's okay." Cynthia was as compassionate as Mary in the Bible, "We are friends."

Jimmy looked at her, then turned his head to look at Clark, and sighed in a very low voice: "Damn. Brother. I didn't expect you to have such a trick."

Pure and simple Clark: "Ah? What means?"

"Don't pretend to be confused." Jimmy was heartbroken, "'Moon Goddess' Cynthia can be coaxed by you, just by one interview, that's what you relied on at the time? That's it? That's it??"

Clark: "Huh???"

Jimmy ignored him, turned his head and showed a bright smile to Cynthia: "Goddess, you talk to him, talk slowly, talk together, and talk in the room. I still have work to be done in the company, so I'm leaving now , goodbye! Have a nice day!"

After speaking, he disappeared before the two of them at a speed that even Superman couldn't catch.

Clark's outstretched arm froze in the air: "..."

Cynthia looked at the direction where Jimmy disappeared for a while in amazement, then turned her head, pointed to that side, and asked, "He won't report what happened just now?"

Clark: "..."

Clark wiped his face: "Sorry, I don't know...Jimmy is also in charge of the entertainment section sometimes, so..."

"Oh, it's okay." Cynthia shrugged, "Actually, I don't really care."

But I care.

Clark sobbed, his heart fluttering in the autumn wind, feeling cold for the first time.

Cynthia didn't seem to feel the slightest sense of depression from the little reporter, she turned around on her own, and raised her voice as she went downstairs: "Don't you want to come in and look at the house? Come in, I'll open the door for you."

Clark walked forward tremblingly.

On the side he couldn't see, Cynthia held the doorknob, a flash of light flashed in her eyes.

【This is a good opportunity, I can figure out what is wrong with him. 】 She murmured in her heart.

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