i spent the summer in gotham

534.

Facts have proved that the uncle's decision is correct.

Kong Kenan and I flew all night, from the elementary school chicken quarrel at the beginning to the later playing idiom solitaire while flying.

Me: "Obviously."

Kong Kenan: "See you, do what is right."

Because, I thought for a while, "Do whatever you want."

"Why," Kong Kenan actually thought seriously for a while before he realized, "You lost!"

"I didn't lose," I said seriously, "We never said at the beginning that idioms with the same first and last words cannot be followed."

Kong Kenan: ...

He said sincerely, "You are really a teacher of logic."

535.

The idiom Solitaire started again, and this time Kong Kenan started, "It is impossible to enumerate."

Me: "Infer other cases from one instance."

Kong Kenan: "Three out of three out of nine."

Me: "Nine nine 81."

Kong Kenan: "One gets one."

Me: "One gets one."

We looked at each other in the sky with wooden barrels full of snow on our backs, the clouds were quiet and lonely, only two idiots who hadn’t played Solitaire for a long time.

This idiom solitaire is unacceptable.

536.

But that was who we were then, and who we are now is no longer what we used to be.

Instead of playing idiom Solitaire, we sang "The King of Love Songs" in the sky.

A song lasts [-] minutes, and after singing three songs, you can fly from China to the United States.

"The King of Love Songs" sang blindly when we got tired of singing, from "Ba La La Little Demon Fairy" to "Super Beast Armed Forces", in the end we turned enemies into friends because of the very consistent aesthetics of cartoons.

The friendship of Chinese people is as simple as that.

537.

"Smuggling is illegal in China," Kong Kenan said, pointing to the snakeskin bag on my back. "If you are willing to treat me to your stewed elbow again, the Chinese Superman can barely turn a blind eye to your evil deeds."

"Damn," I bit my strawberry candied haws, "who smuggled old godmothers, it's not that Chinese supermarkets don't sell them."

"That's right, it's not that Chinese supermarkets have nothing to sell." Kong Kenan said, "Just to save a few dollars, fly around in the sky, do you want to pick?"

You are finished, you dare to say that Jason is stingy, you will be found by the red hood tonight.

"You just carried a snakeskin bag, Laoganma?" Kong Kenan asked.

I replied calmly, "No, there are also quick-frozen wontons, quick-frozen dumplings and finger pie crust."

Kong Kenan looked at me with complicated eyes, "Is the food in the United States so bad? If it doesn't work, you can fly back to China for dinner."

Forgive Dick, not everyone can fly.

Why do you buy so many frozen foods? You should ask Dick that question.I get it, he doesn't like cereal circles, he likes all convenience foods.

Social animals are really difficult.

538.

While we were talking, we happened to fly over Hebei, and Kong Kenan went down to buy some donkey meat to burn, and we ate while flying.

It may be because my act of carrying a snakeskin bag of convenience food shocked him. He thought that I could not even have enough to eat in the United States, and felt deep sympathy for me.

"Are you going on a mission across the country now?" He bit the donkey meat and asked.

"No, I'm spending the summer vacation with my dad." I said, the donkey meat is so delicious, I plan to find some time to pick up the recipe.

Kong Kenan's eyes widened, "Your dad, wait, didn't your dad become a star in the sky?"

At this time, there is no need for players to teach me. Combined with the reality, the situation of my father and Jiaguang is a bit frighteningly similar.

Could it be that one day my father will tell me that he is an outside consultant of a mysterious organization?

……hiss.

539.

"Which city are you in?" Kong Kenan asked, "I will find you for dinner when I have no mission."

Alright, then don't I have a few more meals to spend whoring for nothing?

I happily replied, "I'm in Gotham, are you coming over?"

Kong Kenan's face changed suddenly, "Gotham, Gotham where Batman is? Tsk, pretend I didn't say it."

?

You have a big opinion on Batman, and he didn't say you are fat.

540.

Saying goodbye to Kong Kenan, I carried a snakeskin bag and a small bag of donkey meat that Kong Kenan fed me out of sympathy and flew back to Gotham.

I stepped on the window sill, and looked at Red Robin downstairs who was stepping on the window sill of my bedroom.

My expression changed, and I quickly calmed down, "What a coincidence, your spy is back?"

Even the mask couldn't stop Tim's speechless expression, "It's been so long, why don't you recognize the reality, it's not like I haven't ridden on your deadly flying sword before."

Whose wife is going to die, who to say?

"Is that a flying sword?" I looked at him disapprovingly. "This is a magnetic levitation aircraft. Young people must believe in science."

Tim's tone was complicated, "What is your obsession with this non-existing dual identity?"

"The donkey meat is on fire, and you will lose your memory." I picked up the bag and shook it, "It's still hot."

Tim pushed open the window immediately, "I didn't see anything just now."

A few minutes later, I was in the kitchen, and everyone who stayed at night, including my dad, was neatly seated at the kitchen table.

I looked around, "Where's Jason?"

Dick tapped the knife and fork on the table excitedly with the handle of the knife and fork, "give him five minutes, he came on a motorcycle."

I:……

Isn't it good for our whole family to squeeze Kong Kenan's wool alone?

He bought too little, not enough for the seven of us, Ah Fu wants to try it too.

541.

Since we found out that Damian would secretly start serials on the Internet, Barbara helped us open countless trumpets, IP addresses jumped from Australia to Singapore to the North Pole, and turned countless circles.So we can safely squat Damien's updates every day.

We didn't want to, but Damian's drawing of the beautiful girl stickers is too cute.He is serializing the short comic about the extraordinary twins teaming up to beat QB violently. Every three days, an episode will be updated at six o'clock in the evening.

Today is the update day, and when the time comes, I turn on my phone excitedly, looking for today's happiness.

A head poked over my shoulder, "What are you looking at?"

I was so excited that I almost called Duer to come out and chop off the head.

Tim rubbed his chin and thought, "It's pretty cute." He narrowed his eyes, "Stephen also paid attention to this person, and Kashan is the same. The three of you have the same aesthetics."

Humans have a common appreciation for cute things!

Having said that, Tim must not discover the true identity of his wife.

In the unlikely event that this hurtful person picks up the horse in person, Damian may kill his whole family and then commit suicide, leaving only his Damian Zoo in Wayne House after the baptism of the massacre.

So I covered my phone vigilantly, "Isn't it normal for the three of us to share wives, don't worry about pretty girls."

Tim raised his chin, as if he didn't intend to mention it, "Ms. Querrell updated today."

Two wives have updated today, good job!

……How did you know? ?

Tim looked at my horrified expression, and shrugged innocently, "I thought Jason secretly wrote Babbat fans to get revenge on Bruce, and everyone except Dick and Damie knew about it."

It's normal for Damian not to know, otherwise Jason wouldn't be still sleeping peacefully in Gotham.

Why doesn't Dick know what you know?

What did Dick do wrong to be kicked out of the clique!

"If Dick knew, Jason would have killed him first, and then committed suicide directly, leaving a note on the table telling us not to be next to Dick in the cemetery."

This behavior pattern doesn't have to be so similar to Damian's, brother's tacit understanding should not be reflected in such useless places!

Tim narrowed his eyes a little, and said firmly, "You have something to hide from me."

I was so nervous that I almost ate my hands, and Tim sat down next to me, "But—" he drew his voice, "If you are willing to tell me what happened the day you put on Connor's hairspray, I will not pursue it."

I:……

What a drunken man doesn't mean to drink.

The hairspray incident, I didn't tell others the specifics, only that I went to another timeline.

I looked at Tim, he looked at me, and I sighed, "I thought you were going to collect information sneakily, sneak into my phone and computer quietly, and do a spy mission."

"It's really necessary to do this to other people," Tim confessed honestly, "but after I thought about it, I can just ask you directly. At most, I can treat you to a meal."

Are you implying that I'm an idiot, I can hear it!

Tim calmly changed the subject, "Don't worry, I've already met the future Timothy."

I was shocked.

"Several people in the family have fought with him. To be honest, it's pretty cool to see my future self be able to pick up Batman Nightwing Red Hood Robin."

"So you don't have to worry," Tim said, "I already know what will happen in the future, and I also know that Timothy disappeared in the timeline in the end..."

"Big mistake," I caught his sinking tone, "you don't know anything, Tim."

My heart was full of pain, "This must have hit you hard."

"I……"

"Do you know that you will become a duck and be stewed by Jason in the future?"

Tim: ...

He suddenly went dumb, like a duck being strangled.

I patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, the pot size Jason picked is quite suitable for you."

Tim: "...I thank him for his kindness."

At this time, Tim's expression gradually overlapped with that of the future Timothy Duck, and only one Jason rushed to throw him into the pot.

Well, who gave your surname Drake, Mr. Rabbit Grass Drake.

542.

At this moment, Jason swaggered open the door and walked in, holding a lump of white and fat balls in his hand.

"Damian has started raising ducks again," he complained while holding the duck's wings, and the big white duck was as quiet as a chicken in his hands. "Sooner or later he will turn the manor into a zoo."

Hearing this sentence, Yaya was very unhappy and quacked roughly.

Jason said impatiently, "Don't yell, I'll throw you to cook the soup again. Ah Fuxin bought a pressure cooker, and it just happens to cook you, a fat man, in one pot."

Great White Duck's protest stuck in his throat.It fell into an eerie silence.

And Tim and I looked at the duck in Jason's hand in horror.

Is that the duck we thought it was?

We shivered.

The big white duck's black bean eyes turned to this side, and when it saw the stiff Tim, the whole duck was out of breath for some reason.

It flapped its powerful wings to break away from Jason's hand, swayed and rushed towards Tim's face with a sharp jump.

Tim: "Ow!"

Me: "Ahhhh!"

Jason: "Ahhhh!"