Clark has something to say

Superman pulls off a classic rescue.

He saved a wrecked plane that looked like a bird with its wings cut off, with smoke rising from half the wing, everyone on board screaming at the same time, and he showed up as always.

When the plane with flames was gently placed in the open space by the Son of Tomorrow, people's reactions fit all the outside world's guesses about the rest of the life—except for Lucy.

She is not happy.

She was the last to leave the cabin, and when everyone was thanking the god who was wearing a red cloak, she stood at the outermost edge—not too far away from the crowd, she is not good at being the conspicuous person, and she is also afraid of being noticed, Even though she is extremely exhausted now, she still stands there, trying her best to squeeze out a smile.

She is living a terrible life. A series of problems such as academic anxiety, work pressure, and deteriorating physical condition weigh on her. Living makes her feel painful, but her problems are so insignificant to others, God Ah, with all the misery that happens every day, at least you don't go hungry, do you?

I don't know either, she thought.

So when the plane was falling, she felt relaxed for a long time. She was too cowardly to give up her life, but if such an accident happened, no one could blame her.

She tried her best to turn the corners of her mouth up, and then stretched out her hand high, trying to shout out the name of the Son of the Sun like everyone else—when the voice rolled on the back of her tongue, she closed her mouth at a loss, because she clearly saw Superman... the god in the world who seemed to be emitting radiance all over his body, his eyes seemed to fall on his side.

Lucy looked back, then sideways.

Superman should be looking at others, Lucy thought, she is such a poor and ordinary woman, and what Superman's blue eyes can pay attention to has infinitely more important meanings, he saves the world, saves mankind, he is walking in this era The Noah of the earth is the Moses who parted the Red Sea.

And she is nothing, not even a believer.

Lucy smiled self-deprecatingly.

She found a low-paying job in the metropolis as a temporary transition, and she didn't know what to think about the metropolis... No matter where she was, this city was called the city of hope, but she had no idea about this city. Emotionless, it's not like anywhere else in the small town she was born in.

Then she took a taxi, went back to her small apartment, washed and went to bed, put on her uniform to go to work the next day, and returned home with a paper bag from the convenience store at night, just like that, a week passed quickly, she No pain, no plane crash whatsoever—but tonight, the paper bag she was holding burst.

There was a big hole leaking from the bottom.

Maybe the quality of the paper bag is not good, or she packed too much stuff, it would be nice if she held the bottom with her arm on the way back - discounted chicken breasts and instant food fell all over the place, she picked carefully The tomato fell on the stairs and broke some of its skin.

She has always been calm, even when picking things up, only when she picked up the tomato, the slightly sticky juice stained her fingers and flowed down her wrist——she collapsed suddenly.

Just a tomato.

Lucy Wilson can deal with all kinds of unhappiness, whether it is school bullying or workplace bullying, she can endure her stiff shoulders and lumbar spine, and she can even laugh when facing a plane crash!

Just like a mature adult.

But in front of a rotten tomato, she couldn't help but clenched the end of her hair tightly, holding something in her chest that made her unable to breathe, and those things turned into tears, and "suddenly" fell down.

She squatted on the stairs, unable to control her tears at all. In the empty safe passage, she shook her shoulders, holding the tomato loosely in her hand, crying until she couldn't even breathe.

"Hello, ma'am."

Lucy stood up with a whoosh, and moved aside. She covered the lower half of her face with her sleeve, and rubbed her eyes with the other sleeve to make herself look less embarrassed, but it didn't help. She wasn't worried about her safety. Yes, there is Superman in Metropolis, but this situation makes her particularly embarrassed and nervous.

Is a big man.

The reason why I say big is because this man is too tall. She was a circle smaller than the champion of the sheep shearing festival in the small town before, and the rugby stars are not as broad as his shoulders.

Lucy put the sticker on the wall again, and she said incoherently and slightly brokenly: "Sorry, are you going up? I'm sorry I got in your way, no, sorry, it's my fault."

The man also became nervous for no reason.

"No, no, ma'am." The man whispered. It's hard to imagine that such a person could speak so softly. He should have a loud voice, but this man was indeed in front of her, leaning his body, looking smaller than her. more flustered.

The other party seems to be very bad at communicating with people.

"I just got off work too, and I passed by here to meet a friend for a beer or something." The man adjusted his glasses, and Lucy noticed that he was wearing a plaid shirt, which was plain and rustic, and his pants were also The material is not very good, a little wrinkled fabric, and the shoes he is wearing-Lucy's brother wore it in high school.

It is incompatible with the modern atmosphere of the metropolis.

But this kind of attire made her relax a bit. This was the small town attire she was most used to, and seeing even a little bit of familiar things in an unfamiliar environment made her feel comforted.

"Why don't you go up?" Lucy sniffled and said in a muffled voice.

There was a trace of embarrassment on the face of the tall man. He stood there, as if he felt that he should not appear in this place, so that he was uncomfortable all over. The big man moved his lips and stayed on her face again. look away.

"I'm fine." Lucy said. She guessed that the man might feel that he shouldn't walk away in front of a lady with red eyes. To emphasize that she was fine, she stood up straight and straightened her back.

"I noticed your tomato." He said, and then he clumsily took off the backpack on his back, pinched the small zipper with his fingers, and opened it clumsily.

The whole movement has a clumsy meaning, so that these movements are a bit funny on such a big guy, without any meaning of ridicule, as if seeing Antarctic penguins clumsily walking on the ice on the screen , Trembling like walking on thin ice.

The man searched earnestly. First, there were two toothbrushes, and then a small cake. He carried the odds and ends in his arms. Finally, he took out a tomato from his backpack.

Ruddy and soft, perfectly ripe and juicy.

"I bought it at noon today." The man said, "It's better if there are some small cracks on the top of the tomato, which proves that it has been exposed to enough sunlight, and it is usually sweeter. inside."

He looked quite familiar when he talked about tomatoes.

He looked at his own hand, then at Lucy's hand, and said shyly, "It's fine for you to hold it."

"Please accept it." The man said softly, "I bought five tomatoes, but four are enough."

Lucy pursed her lips slightly.

The man in front of her was looking at her expectantly, the blue eyes under the lens looked extremely sincere, he was standing at the bottom of a few stairs, keeping a distance just enough not to burden her, with his face slightly raised.

"Thanks, but I'm not used to taking things from other people."

As soon as the words fell, the other party's lips tightened suddenly, and the look of anticipation suddenly turned into panic, as if he was thinking about whether he had done something out of line. He withdrew his hand embarrassingly, his expression full of apology, thinking that he had offended others.

This fact frustrates him.

How could anyone care what a stranger said?Lucy thought.

"Four tomatoes... You bought a lot of things, and they are all good now. If you don't have time to eat them, they won't be fresh." She said uncomfortably.

Rarely, on exhausted nights every day, she usually doesn't even bother to drink her saliva, and just wants to lie on the bed and flick the screen of her mobile phone. Socializing is a burden to her, let alone actively chatting with a stranger.

"Yes." The man said, "But these ingredients are for two people. I only buy one day's worth every day, and there will be no leftovers."

There was a slight joy in his eyes, and although his tone was still tense, it was a little lighter than before.

"Would you like to go up and sit for a while?" Lucy said suddenly, "I mean...my house is up there, it's a bit messy, but maybe you'd like to go up and sit."

The man suddenly opened his eyes wide.

She must be crazy, Lucy bit her lower lip hard, but the way the big man spoke moved her, and she unconsciously became envious. Regarding the two people mentioned by the other party, there were two people eating face to face at the table—and she Every time I go home, there is an empty room, and the metropolis really makes her too lonely.

She has no friends, and Lucy is even more depressed.

She knew that her invitation was very abrupt and strange, but she really wanted someone to say a few words, just a few random words, just a chat, the simplest chat.

"Sorry." She apologized aloud, "I forgot you were going to meet your friend."

"Ma'am, of course I would." The man stammered: "My friend didn't know I was coming...Of course, I am totally willing, as long as it doesn't disturb your rest, you look tired."

Lucy smiled.

At the beginning, the tension disappeared long ago, and she would unknowingly relax in front of a more nervous and harmless person than you, so she took the initiative to ask the other person's name: "My name is Lucy, Lucy Wilson, I am What should I call you?"

"Clark." The man replied while stuffing the items in his arms back into his bag, "Clark Kent."

Lucy noticed that he didn't put the tomato in his hand, "Planet Daily, I work for Planet Daily."

"So you are a reporter." Lucy nodded: "You must really like your job."

Because when it comes to the Daily Planet, Clark smiled without knowing it himself, a very restrained smile, but very contagious.

"Yes, ma'am." Clark put his bag back on his back and nodded at her primly.

"But I don't like my job," she said.

She confided her feelings as she walked: "This job makes me very tired, no, no, no, not because of too long working hours or overtime, on the contrary, it is not busy."

As she spoke, Lucy quietly raised her eyelids to see Clark's reaction.

She has experienced it too many times. Whenever she wants to tell someone about these things, she will get incomprehensible and "you are squeamish" eyes from the other party. They won't say it directly, but she can still feel it, so She repeatedly convinced herself that you had to get used to it and it was no big deal.

But...it's really difficult.

“I just don’t have much to do,” Lucy said. “Whenever I’m done with work, I want to do something of my own, browse the web… not serious, but my co-workers will message me and they’ll chat with me. I talk, so I have to talk to them."

As she opened the door, there was a full-length mirror, so she could know that Clark was listening to her attentively. She hadn't made a sound yet, but Clark had already dug out two shoe covers from the bag, not disposable ones, so he I wiped it with toilet paper and put the dirty paper in my pocket.

In fact, it is not necessary at all. Lucy paused for a moment. She couldn't get excited about anything, so she hadn't cleaned this room for more than ten days. Clark just stepped in with his shoes on.

But she didn't say anything, and she had to admit that it was nice to have someone who cared about her so much.

"Can you understand?" Lucy smiled self-deprecatingly: "Other people will think why I am upset because of these problems. Isn't this a normal social interaction? It's just...just different from what I think."

"I understand, ma'am."

It's weird, obviously a very humble person, but he speaks with a natural convincing force, and he sounds so empathetic - like he has been through these things too.

Clark must understand her, Lucy somehow believed.

"Until now I'm not good at communicating with people." Clark said a little shyly: "But many times I have to do it. I know that they have no malicious intentions, but it makes me very embarrassed."

He rubbed the side of his cheek with his forefinger, very embarrassed, it seemed to him that it was a sin just to say that someone else made him feel bad, he was too good-natured.

"Then how did you end up?"

"I think..." Clark thought carefully, as if this problem was to him the same as those unsolvable problems in the mathematics world: "I don't think I have found a way yet."

He answered honestly: "When I am bored, I will escape for a while. That time belongs to me alone, and no one can disturb me."

Lucy laughed.

“I thought you were going to tell me to just get used to it,” she said. “You know what? I find that I have to deal with all the bad things in life. The bank made a double deduction twice and I had to sit down. A few 10 minutes drive to queue for an appointment to deal with it, my house tripped out, and when I opened the refrigerator, I accidentally knocked my finger on the edge and bruised it."

"It hurts." She murmured.

"I don't have any friends to call."

"I want to call and talk to someone. I call my parents and ask them what to do - my parents will tell me that there is nothing we can do, or ask me what to do, but I don't want to know. You can find out what to do online.”

"...I just want to talk to them, tell them what happened to me, I just want them to listen to me, that's all." She said sadly.

Clark looked even more distressed than she was.

The blue eyes, shaded by the lenses, widened a little, and he moved uncomfortably on the sofa, as if sorry for what he had heard, and Lucy even felt oddly that this man was feeling sorry for her, Even sadder than her, not a hypocritical expression, but genuine empathy.

He was genuinely sad.

"Hey, man." Lucy clenched her fist and lightly touched the big man's upper arm: "It's nothing, it's all over, and I have made an appointment with the bank. Although this money is very important to me for the time being, I miss them It will always be returned to me."

"I can lend it to you first, Lucy." Clark lowered his head hesitantly, his big hands covering the zipper of his backpack: "The bank's efficiency is not very high, and their mistakes will cause you to work very hard these days. "

"..."

"Wow." Lucy opened her mouth and sighed.

Clark looked at her bewilderedly.

"You are so kind," she said. "Are you so kind to everyone? Whenever someone needs help, you help him? We haven't met for more than 10 minutes. Before 10 minutes, we were strangers."

Clark shook his head seriously: "I have nothing to lose, and I know your name, now we know each other."

"I'm not that good either."

This man should live in a fairy tale, or a fable, but not in the real world. Lucy swallowed: "Aren't you worried that I'm a liar? You haven't met a bad person before?"

"But." Clark said softly, "...you need help."

"Even if they are not very good." He squeezed his fingers uneasily, showing some frustration on his expression: "They have a reason."

Lucy stared at him quietly for a moment, then averted her eyes as if she couldn't stand it.

Clark was the type of person who would give everything unconditionally, he wanted to help himself only on a whim, just because he happened to be there, and then she was seen, the good man couldn't leave a crying woman alone.

"I sometimes fantasize that I'm Superman," she reopened a topic.

Lucy joked: "Every time I encounter these things, I think, what if Superman would do it? Then I think he wouldn't have these things at all, and then I wonder why I am not as lucky as the people on the Internet. Can Superman help me—yes, I didn't call him for help, but some people are just late for work and Superman can take them for a while."

"But I've also seen Superman, and he saved me."

Clark fidgets even more, and now that his body language can convey his guilt, Lucy guesses he might want to put in a good word for Superman, after all every Metropolitan guards their Superman like a dragon guarding a treasure.

The rustic hunk blushed.

It was beyond her expectation.

"Perhaps you would." Clark awkwardly took out a small notepad from his bag, and unscrewed a pen from the inner pocket of his suit. His habits are similar to those of the protagonists in old movies of the last century, and he really wouldn't Are there bad people to mock him?You must know that people nowadays always laugh at everything that is not "popular".

With that old-fashioned politeness he asked, "Ma'am, I'd like to give you a call once in a while at your convenience."

Lucy felt she couldn't refuse.

She'd never met someone as harmless and comforting as Clark, the kind of person who just sits next to you and calms down unconsciously, and he doesn't need someone to call him— There are people who have dinner with him every day.

I am so poor.

"Of course." But what she said was completely different: "You can call me any time, and we can go out for dinner on the weekends or something."

"Oh." Clark shook his head shyly. "I'm more used to doing it myself. In fact, I'm very good at baking apple pie. My mother taught me how to bake it, starting with picking apples."

Listening, Lucy touched her empty stomach.

She is already very hungry, but she doesn't want to waste this time to eat. Someone can listen to her nagging. In this era where everyone's time is extremely precious and every minute can be measured by money, there is a person who does not ask for anything in return. Listening to you so intently.

She couldn't bear to interrupt, even to waste a second.

Clark hesitated for a few seconds.

"Today is Thursday, and it's almost nine o'clock in the evening." Clark rubbed his wrist watch with his sleeve: "Tomorrow... at this time tomorrow, can I still come over?"

"Of course." Lucy blurted out.

Clark smiled awkwardly.

"The semi-finished ingredients in the supermarket are always in the stale batch. I worked in a supermarket when I was in college. They won't affect health, but they don't taste very good."

Lucy shrugged. "I don't have much choice, maybe, but I can't quite taste it."

Then Lucy watched as Clark put a few more tomatoes on the table, three in total, and some fresh pasta in his bag, along with a large broccoli and a discounted pork chop.

"You took them all out." Lucy bit her finger anxiously: "You said earlier that this is the weight of two people, but you took them all out."

"You take them all out, what about the person who waits for you to go home and have dinner with?" Her tone was a little anxious.

Clark blinked.

"You misunderstood." Clark said, "I just bought ingredients for two people, and I was going to give away one of them."

"Is it for your friend who lives upstairs?" She leaned back bewildered.

"I still have one." Clark said, "I was going to find him for a beer. Before that, Louise...my colleague brought me Xiaolongbao."

"Please accept it." Clark begged gently, without making Lucy feel any discomfort: "I'm sure they must be delicious, and I have the recipe given to me by Martha - she is my mother."

He flipped the pamphlet back a little and showed it to Lucy: "You can cook like this, or I can make you a supper."

"No, no, no." Lucy waved her hands desperately: "No need, no need at all."

She was afraid to trouble anyone, not even Clark.

Clark nodded naturally, completely without the embarrassment of being rejected, but he gently tore off the few pages of handwritten recipes and placed them neatly on the table.

This recipe calls for fresh tomatoes.

She will be free to go to the supermarket tomorrow, and she only needs to set aside half an hour for her to lie in bed in a daze.

"See you tomorrow." Lucy said proactively. She is a smart girl who can sensitively perceive other people's intentions. She realized that Clark wanted her to fill her stomach quickly: "Thank you, Clark."

"See you tomorrow, Lucy." Clark said softly, standing in the stairwell with his bag in his arms.