i spent the summer in gotham

434.

If one of the scariest things in the world is when you're having a good time, you turn around and find your parents giving you unintelligible glances.

Then the scariest thing is that when you and your friends are shoulder to shoulder and singing loudly, you turn your head and find that your parents and your friends' parents are standing in a row, throwing their hands at you and your friends. Come with an indescribable look.

I'm going through this kind of social death right now.

My father, my mother, Barbara, Alfred, the Kent couple and Connor stood at the other end of the bridge, and our brothers and sisters stood at the other end of the bridge, plus a Connen who was hanging shoulder to shoulder with Stephanie, we The two groups of people looked at each other quietly at both ends of the bridge.

The trembling of Tim's lips was imperceptible, "Now, it's time to use your social talent."

"Where does the social talent come from?" I kept my lips still and talked to Tim, "how can it compare to the socialite Drake, Mr. Shao, it's up to you, President!"

Jason turned his footsteps, sideways to avoid behind Dick, "There is no need to quarrel, whoever is the big brother will play." He said to Dick in a voice full of emotions, "Deadly eldest son never dies second son."

"You're right." Stephanie strongly agreed. "Clark is across the street. You can handle this situation. We trust you, Dick."

Cassandra put a finger on Dick's shoulder and pushed him out with a gentle prod.

Dick, whom we had high hopes for, stood awkwardly between the two groups of people, looked left and right, shrunk his neck, and waved to my father, "Hi, Bruce."

At this moment, the eldest man's originally not tall figure gradually became tall and majestic in our eyes, like a high wall between us and the disapproving gaze.

Raise brother for a thousand days, use brother for a while.Thank you, Dick.

435.

My father decided that the whole family will celebrate the New Year in China. Although I don't really understand why these foreigners want to celebrate the New Year in China, but this does not prevent me from being happy.

Kong Kenan's scalp went numb when he saw my father, and he said hello to me before my father opened his mouth to him, and flew away quietly.

Considering the current number of people, the hotel has been unable to meet our needs.My mother took us back to my house.

I haven't been back for several years. After all, my mother is away all year round. Even if she comes back during the Chinese New Year, she will stay with me on Mount Shu to watch the new year.

My mother opened the door of the villa, took off her shoes and stepped on the floor in socks, and explained to me, "I have the cleaning staff come to the house regularly, so it's okay to stay for a few days."

She opened the refrigerator and frowned at the empty freezer, "There are no New Year's goods."

I put a blank face on my face, "If you said it one day earlier, I wouldn't let the Batplane take my annual cargo back."

"Don't worry about this, Miss Ci Zhang." Alfred showed that omnipotent expression again, "We brought over the things you put on the Batplane when we came over, I think we should be able to send Useful."

"Ah Fu," I looked at the old housekeeper adoringly, "You are an eternal god!"

Alfred raised an eyebrow at me.

436.

I gave him the down jacket I bought for my dad, "Try it on."

My father stared blankly at the bloated gray jacket in front of him, and took it with his hand.

After a summer vacation and a winter vacation, I have successfully practiced the magical skills of reading daddy, and I will interpret the mood of sweetheart pig daddy for you anytime and anywhere.

I read emotion and disgust on his face at the same time.

What do you dislike? You don't have to wear down jackets because you are handsome.Can it automatically heat up if it looks good?

Do you want Ah Fu to tell you to wear long johns every day in private?

My father picked up the down jacket and looked at it over and over, with a bit of reluctance in his tone, "Thank you, I am very..." He held back for a long time, "I like it."

I grabbed the sleeve of the down jacket, "You don't have to force yourself if you don't like it, I'll change it for you."

My father grabbed the other sleeve, "No, I just need a down jacket."

I looked at him, "You don't wear down jackets, do you?" We all know that the Wayne family only wears trench coats and padded trench coats, and if they can't do it, they wear a warm uniform underneath. Down jackets are against their fashion.

My father remained silent, obliquely avoiding my sight.

A faint voice came from around the corner, "Why don't I have a New Year's gift, my boy."

My mother squatted in the corner of the stairs, looking at me with bright eyes, "Did you forget to buy a comb?"

Me: "Let me remind you, you already have dozens of combs."

My mother plausibly said, "Which person with a tail would dislike his own comb?"

"I really don't know," I said rationally, "I don't have a tail after all."

My mother looked at my father, "Maybe, I don't choose down jackets either—"

She didn't finish her sentence, my father quickly took the clothes and went back to the room, all in one go.Only my mother and I were left staring at each other in front of the closed door.

I gave my mom a thumbs up.

My mother also gave me a thumbs up.

"But you still have to buy a comb."

"no problem."

437.

Dick's eyes widened, Jason's cell phone fell to the ground, Tim spit out water, Damian's pupils trembled and grabbed Xiao Qiao's sleeve.

Barbara, Stephanie, Kassan, and Louise were sitting around the island of the open kitchen and chatting. They nodded meaningfully when they saw my father, who was intentionally or unintentionally rushing into the crowd.

Instead, Clark showed a happy expression, "Bruce, your down jacket looks good."

My father, dressed in a big tux, nodded reservedly, like a bloated penguin, "It's not bad, it's very warm."

Clark looked at the fine stitching of the down jacket, "The workmanship is good."

The corners of my father's mouth turned up in a tiny arc, "High cost performance."

"My God," Connor poked Tim, "Is Wayne Enterprises about to go bankrupt, and Batman is starting to pay attention to cost-effective clothes?"

Tim narrowed his eyes sharply. "I see."

Dick turned his head, "What do you understand?"

Tim just showed a mysterious smile, "It's nothing." He stretched his waist, "Being a gray polar bear also has the joy of being a polar bear."

438.

To be honest, although my father has broad shoulders, narrow waist, tall legs and long legs, my down jacket was bought a little too big, so that he looked like a spoiled brushed hot dog stick.

My mom and I whispered, "Should I just tell him to take his clothes off so I can change them?"

"No need," my mother whispered, "Anyway, this dress is only for this one time."

439.

My family can't compare to Wayne Manor. We can't have one room for each person. We can only divide them into five rooms according to gender and family.

My dad and Alfred, Dick and Damian, Jason and Tim, Connor and Joe.The Kents share a room, the girls share a room, and my mom and I share a room.

Everyone packed up their own rooms and began to decorate the entire villa.

Spring Festival couplets and blessings are pasted on the door, and red lanterns are hung on both sides of the door.Window grilles were taped to every window—I must say, every one of Connor's was upside down, really.

I didn't buy a door god painting, I looked at the empty door panel and thought in two places.

"What should I do?" My mother stood next to me and thought with me.

I clapped my fists together, "I see."

A few minutes later, Jason came back from wandering outside with a bowl of spiked potatoes. He was about to ring the doorbell when he looked up and almost spilled the whole bowl of potatoes on himself.

On the gate of Li's villa, there is a painting on the left, which is a poster of Superman, and a painting on the right, which is a poster of Batman.

The two gods stand side by side, exorcising evil and avoiding evil, making them invincible in the world.

440.

The reunion dinner on New Year’s Eve was very sumptuous. Ah Fu dispatched the conductor, and Barbara, Louise and I were in charge of a few main courses, and the others were responsible for helping us. Even Xiao Qiao was arranged to wash the vegetables.

It was just my dad and my mom sitting in the living room, watching "The Bears" on TV.

Alone, lonely and deserted.

My mother let out a long sigh, "Xiao Li won't let me in the kitchen since I burned the bottom of the pot last time."

My dad didn't change his face, "I fried the oven."

My mother said flatly, "I broke the microwave."

My father was very calm, "I embedded the lid of the pressure cooker into the ceiling."

Not to be outdone, my mother said, "The air fryer exploded in my hand."

My dad looked straight at me, "I burned the backup kitchen."

I walked by with a fruit plate, and one of them stuffed a fragrant pear in his mouth, "You are still proud, aren't you?"

441.

The reunion dinner that night ended successfully on the premise that my father and my mother did not enter the kitchen.

After the meal, it is the first day of the New Year, saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new.

The adults chatted in the living room, and we juniors played wildly in the backyard.

In the backyard of my house, there is a place similar to a rural hearth, which can be used to warm up and chat.

This kind of design is very Chinese New Year, but also very troublesome. We have to chop wood and light the fire by ourselves.

We piled up the firewood and blew it under the ground for a long time, but we didn't wait for a small flame that burned strongly.

Connor pushed away Jason and Dick who were squatting in front of the firewood pile, and supported Xiao Qiao's shoulders, "Little Joe, bright!"

The eyes of the little Kryptonian boy burned with scarlet hot eyes, and the burning firewood creaked and black smoke rose.

A small fire flickered among the logs.

I was disappointed and said, "This is not authentic at all. I didn't even use the detonating talisman. Firewood that doesn't use charcoal is not old-fashioned!"

"Really?" Connor said.

Half an hour later, I pulled out the sweet potatoes wrapped in tin foil from the pile of firewood lit by Xiao Qiao, tore open the thin tin, and the house was full of fragrance.

Kashan used chopsticks to pick out the potatoes in the ashes, pierced them in with one chopstick, and it was soft, "It's ripe, it's ready to eat!"

Tim searched over and over inside, "Where's my corn, who took my corn?"

Jason quietly held the tinfoil bag and walked behind Tim.

Connor pushed my shoulder, "Is it delicious?"

I happily took a bite of the sweet potato, "It's so delicious!"

442.

It doesn't matter who lights the fire, as long as the sweet potatoes are delicious.

Kryptonians, that's great!