Dressed in a superhero shell to save the world [Comprehensive British and American]

It's summer time in Kansas.The ridges of the fields are turned ginger yellow by the sun, and the breeze brings heat waves between the corn stalks. The sky is high and vast, with almost no clouds, and dots of houses are scattered on the ground.

A middle-aged man who was feeding a horse heard the movement behind him, and the little guy under his hand pawed his hooves and snorted uneasily, and stretched out his head with a flick of his tail.Both the man and the horse looked blankly at the sudden rise of smoke and dust at the end of the road. Immediately afterwards, a medium-sized white dog rushed forward in a joyous manner with its tongue out.

Behind the white dog, a blue-eyed boy with curly hair is holding a rope in his hand, and the back of his sweatshirt is already wet with sweat.This made him look a bit embarrassed, but it also neutralized the sense of distance that his outstanding appearance brought to others, making people feel that he was not much different from those children rolling in the fields.

"good afternoon!"

The man took off his hat and waved at him.

"Need help? Whose family are you from?"

"Thank you, good afternoon!" the dark-haired boy replied hastily, "I can handle it myself. Well, I don't usually live here, I just come here...to walk the dog."

Rao bless, at least Krypton didn't suddenly fly up at this time.

The horses on the farm stamped their feet anxiously, watching the boy and his dog like an enemy, not even eating the food that was fed to their mouths.The owner of the horse caressed its mane inexplicably, and comforted him softly: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, they're just passing by."

After this wonderful and interesting combination was too far away to be seen, the man commented: "Although that dog is not small in size, its strength is quite average, and even a child can easily hold it." He turned his head and asked My partner, "Don't you think so? You are much wilder than a puppy when you are disobedient."

His horse stopped trembling after the dog left, and only gave his master a contemptuous glance at this.

**

Never before had Superman run so seriously and as hard as he could.

Speed ​​was not the point, after all he could easily travel faster than any vehicle on Earth.People who have slipped past large dogs may be more experienced. He is now the kind of person who walks forward normally in the eyes of onlookers, but actually spends all his energy in stopping himself from moving forward. The rope in his hand is stretched in a straight line, every moment They are all in a state of wrestling with the dog.

If it weren't for the fact that there happened to be a thin metal rope in the Fortress of Solitude that he brought back from the universe during his last trip, which was said to be used to pull planets, the difficulty of walking the dog today would have skyrocketed to an impossible point.

"Where are you going?"

After being almost thrown into the pond in a fight with a dog again, he could not help but question angrily with superhuman self-restraint: "Isn't enough exercise after running so far? Otherwise, let's just fly into the universe."

Others walk their dogs from the door of the house to the door of the community.

He walked his dog from the earth to the moon.

The white dog turned his head, glanced at him with the wet eyes unique to canine animals, barked twice, and then turned back and tugged at the rope.

"... Forget it, walk slowly, don't fly, I will follow you."

Moses began to give up on himself. He always paid attention to the surrounding environment, floated up when no one was around, and was pulled forward by Krypton like a kite.

As the evening approached, the sun was no longer so intense, and it shone warmly on the face, like the gentle palm of nature.He closed his eyes against the steamy and swampy wind, imagining himself sleeping on the corncobs piled up in a hillock.Robin chirps and cicadas sang around him, and Krypton chased the mole's tail to the end of the horizon.

Dorothy, the protagonist of the fairy tale "The Wizard of Oz", also lives in Kansas.Her family has a farm and a puppy named Toto.This fairy tale work is very well-known. Moses had read it a long time ago. As a text worker, Clark also read many miscellaneous literary works in his spare time, including revisiting fairy tales.

This makes Superman always have the illusion of entering another world when he lands on this land.

He thought of Martha again.Martha Kent, a hardworking woman who lived among the dirt and plants, and her husband, Jonathan Kent, were taken away by a hurricane a few years ago.

Is this the truth?

Will he be like the heroine in "The Wizard of Oz", who was taken to the country of Oz by the tornado, and met the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and the Lion?Of course, the Scarecrow will never be the one from Gotham.

Unfortunately, Clark didn't have time to share his thoughts with Martha on the day of the accident a few years ago.

He loves her, and is willing to share the pain and burden, and give each other comfort as much as possible, but they have never even met.

——Just like Thomas Wayne in the parallel universe only talked to Bruce for a few words, and the Flash only said "goodbye" to his mother across thousands of rivers and mountains at the end. No one can spend the rest of his life with another person, no matter How thick is that feeling.

The parents of Batman, Iron Man and The Flash all died when they were young. The lover of Captain America is getting old, and there is an insurmountable gap drawn by the years. The greatness of human nature always seems to be accompanied by pain.Clark once saw a sentence on social media: Every unrelieved ending you see may be the best ending they can usher in.Out of witness to this fate and some practical considerations, even though he knew that he and Martha would get along well, Clark still didn't really set out to meet the woman.

Even when Xiao Krypton was running and jumping in the fields, he would carefully drag the rope to avoid the location of the farm.

Now that the conflict between superheroes and ordinary people is so intense, Superman is still the most controversial one. How can he guarantee not to cause trouble for the other party?

That being said, dog walking routes can sometimes be tricky to be precise.

Often the direction you are going in depends not on yourself, but on the dog.

He was floating in the air when he suddenly heard the familiar heartbeat.

Superman: "!"

Moses finally couldn't hold back and complained to the system: "I'm not a real human, but it's a real dog. It might be easier to raise a child than a Kryptonian dog."

System: "True knowledge comes from practice, you can compare it later."

"I'm not married, what do you mean?" Moses suddenly realized something, "Is the information Batman got true? No, Luthor really plans to create a Kryptonian?!"

System: "Hmm, you don't know anything."

Gan.

Wait a minute.

Moses: "Will he cultivate his fruit into a healthy, positive and useful person to society?"

"You think Luther is such a person?"

Isn't the bald man a neurotic, delusional person who endangers society!

"...It's also possible that they complement each other."

If the system had an expression, it would probably be mocking and affectionate.

Moses himself did not believe this.

The boy's shoulders slumped, and the hand that was holding the dog's leash was hanging by his side. He said with a half-truth and half-truth in a pun, depressed: "I don't want to be Superman anymore."

System: "Really? I've been looking for an opportunity to persuade you to take a third job, why don't you think about it now."

"..." You go away, big capitalist.

Feeling his depression, Xiao Krypton yelled back and flew back to rub against his leg.

Superman knelt down and ruffled the dog's hair, then picked it up and flew silently to the roof of the house on the farm ahead.

When the minor sat down with his knees hugged, it was about the same height as a dog squatting on the ground. The difference was that Clark put his head on his knees, while Little Krypton held his head up high, sticking out his tongue, and looked around with vigor. The son of Krypton stretched out his hand again Rubbed it on the back.

Little Krypton was rubbed comfortably by him, so he lay down leisurely, his hot and humid breath sprayed on his master's ankles, his ears trembled, and brushed against Superman's calf from time to time.

At this time, it looked like a well-behaved and cute dog again, but unfortunately, its true colors were exposed too thoroughly before, and Clark refused to stretch out his hand to stroke his fur.

From the room below came the sound of the TV broadcasting the news, as well as the chatter of two or three women.

The content of recent news reports, Mr. reporters can guess [-]% to [-]% with their ears plugged.

The topics are nothing more than diverging around Superman, the proposal of the Hero Registration Act, conspiracy theories, and violence in certain regions, etc.

The personal opinions of the local TV hosts in the United States are often so clear that they are offensive.

The guy on TV right now just happens to be the Superman kind.She impassionedly expressed her support for superheroes, and confronted a few male guests who mocked her for looking at superhuman flesh|body, which almost turned into a gang fight scene of waving microphones and chairs—Clark could even hear the voice coming from inside The sound of the mic cord slapping the air — and the host sat back down to recover, claiming to have tracked down the parents of the boy who had fallen badly after a Superman imitation.

While waiting for the special guest to appear, there was the sound of tea flowing in the room.

It's Martha.

She picked up the cup to moisten her throat, then sighed, and said to her same-sex friend beside her, "I'm really worried about him."

Superman's heart skipped a beat before realizing exactly who she was referring to.He held his breath, ignoring the dust on his hair before, and hugged Xiao Krypton in his arms.

"You mean your masked friend? The one who had to take care of you before but suddenly disappeared?"

"Of course I'm worried about him or her, but I just said Superman. The last time your son taught me how to use Twitter, I found that people's speculations are very reasonable."

"Vincent is always doing useless things!" Martha's friend said angrily, "I told him not to say that in front of you."

"No, I really want to know. I remember Superman bringing back a lost lamb to Old Tom's."

"Yeah. We all saw Superman that day, and you were the only one in town. Old Tom has been a Superman fan since then, more than his daughter. The town's youngsters on the road say Superman is sometimes like a fool." , Tom almost raised his gun to quarrel with the group of people."

They laughed together, not knowing whether it was because of the immature words of the children or the slovenliness of the elders.

In fact, as long as you live long enough, you will find that those who always do good things are indeed 'fools'.They know how to survive better, but still choose to do more difficult and unhelpful things.

Perhaps the reason why humans are humans rather than beasts is that the former can spend their entire lives fighting against desires.

"Those kids just haven't stumbled," said Martha's friend, waving a teaspoon. "Whether it's an Internet brawler or Superman, they're young, and young people are always inexperienced and goofy."

"But they're also brave enough to not be afraid to fall, unlike people our age who are used to looking forward and backward."

"Superman is really young," Martha said, "but the papers mentioned his upbringing, and he's had enough of it, and that's what makes me sad—certain things about him that make me think he's Pushing oneself too hard, though that quality is celebrated."

"That's right! Our family was relatively poor when I was a child, but my dad always wanted me to be a kind person. I used to hate him very much. There was nothing I could do. At the beginning, I thought how could I go through all this and then How about loving the people and things around me? I have spent more than thirty years reconciling with my past self. Whenever I was hurt in the past, I couldn’t help but want to vent or escape by complaining.”

The woman shrugged and added, "Then I saw someone on the Internet saying that Superman may have shortened the process. You know, if he can see the development of parallel universes and realize that he stamped his feet and the world is destroyed, then What can a good person do? It can only cover up his immature side as soon as possible."

"As the saying goes, 'Suffering grows,' that's what it is."

After a while of tidying up the clothes, she stood up and said to Martha, "I have to go back. I have to collect the clothes after dinner. See you tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Goodbye!" Martha sent her friend to the door.

Back in the room, the TV was playing the interview with the special guest.

She was about to go to the kitchen to prepare dinner, but remembered the host's attitude towards Superman, and looked down for a short paragraph.

The mother among the guests held up the microphone and said: "...Yes, we didn't hate Superman at all. What does this have to do with him? He has the right to choose what he wants to do within the scope of the law and morality. Our children are injured. Superman did nothing wrong due to his mistakes and lack of management, and I think the previous media evaluations and malicious speculations were unfair."

"Our kid's attitude? Of course he likes Superman more! Because he finally realized that ordinary people can't fly!"

"Would we keep him as a hobby? Of course, he's studying hard for his idol, hoping to build a suit like Iron Man when he grows up—but in red and blue, so he can be Superman's sidekick." .I think this ideal is worthy of encouragement, although Stark may sue him for infringement..."

Martha turned off the TV.

Because she suddenly heard a burst of cheerful dog barking outside the window.

People who live near farms know each other and are usually not in danger.Martha went to the window and opened the curtains, but the first thing she saw was not a puppy, but a boy with black hair and blue eyes in messy clothes.

He didn't know how long he had been squatting in front of the door, and his collar, which was stained with sweat or night dew, was about to dry. The white dog that barked before only sat beside him and wagged its tail.

The sun had set, and the sky had turned dark blue.Under the fine eyelashes, the boy's eyes looking at the sky also looked deep and calm, like the surface of a lake in midsummer, as if we could still see the wet sparks swaying in it.

It was so quiet that there was not even the sound of the wind blowing.

Martha suddenly remembered that many years ago, the day before her husband Jonathan Kent left was such a hot and sunny night.

The world takes away a lot of things around people, and maybe sometimes brings something.

Just like Dorothy in a fairy tale, she went round and round, and finally landed in front of the house again.