[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Two men with a height of 1.9 meters walked side by side among the shelves of the supermarket. Clark was picking and picking on the shelves, and Bruce was pushing the shopping cart with one hand, but the atmosphere was exceptionally harmonious.

Clark finished picking the steak and threw it into the shopping cart, and Bruce followed Clark's footsteps to the vegetable aisle.

Bruce glanced at the amount of meat in the shopping cart, figuring out the amount of food for Stark who would eat and drink for several days. Bruce asked, "Are you planning to stay in New York for four more days?" The tone of interrogative sentence asks the feeling of affirmative sentence.

Clark looked at the two handfuls of parsley in his hand, the average price, turned the one in his right hand, and put the one in his left hand back on the shelf.

Clark threw the parsley in his hand into the shopping cart, and said, "Yes, we have negotiated with the professional manager, and it is estimated that the contract will be signed in these three days."

"Then you go to the metropolitan FBI station?" Bruce asked.

"The contract I signed will start on the [-]st of next month," Clark stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and said, "I called my father, and my father said that there is still more than half a month to go, and he said that the irrigation canal at home is not good enough. Knowing that I was pushed by some wicked person, I was asked to go home to dredge it, and then plant the seedlings by the way."

The boy in the small town sighed pretending to be vicissitudes - his parents called him, and he went home to farm honestly.

Clark's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Are you coming? Mom and Dad haven't seen you for a long time."

Bruce shook his head firmly, and said, "Joe Chill's parole meeting is about to be held, and I'm doing some work to make sure he can die of old age in prison."

Clark's eyes flickered for a moment. Of course he knew who Joe Chill was, the man who killed Bruce's parents when he was eight years old.Clark did not continue to ask, but continued: "This time I plan to renovate the warehouse at home, and move the emergency capsule in the warehouse to the North Pole Krypton spacecraft."

Clark watched Bruce speak, Bruce watched with interest, Bruce looked around the pile of tomatoes a few times, picked up a few plump tomatoes with no holes in them, and put them in the fresh-keeping bag, Clark didn't care, Bruce Asked: "Is that rescue capsule still in your warehouse?"

Although the tomato Bruce picked didn't have any pits, it wasn't soft at all, and the red mustard was still a little green.

"That can be regarded as my first turning point in fate, Bruce, why should I keep it so that I can recall my original intention?" Clark came back with a tomato with a price on it, and said, "I told you, I am here When I was six years old, I accidentally discovered the rescue capsule that took me to the earth in the warehouse, and activated the Kryptonian data kept in the rescue capsule, and those knowledge made me who I am today.”

"Who am I, what am I going to do, where am I going to go." Clark said: "From that time on, I started to like reading, learning, and science. My parents were just farmers, but books opened up the world. my vision."

Bruce pushed the shopping cart, and the two walked towards the cash register. He was a little curious and asked, "This is the first turning point of fate you mentioned, so what about the second one?"

"The second one?" Clark glanced at his friend, looked away, and said in a muffled voice, "It was probably that midsummer afternoon, I saw the advertisement for the National Talent Competition on Gotham TV, and The final $[-] prize."

That's why, after the Big Ten game, some strutting young boy walks into his lounge, reaches out to him and fires a fresh, otherworldly rainbow fart.

Bruce put his hand on Clark's shoulder and squeezed it lightly.

Clark took out his small wallet, took out the banknotes and handed them to the cashier, gestured that the rest was his tip, then took a few steps forward, Bruce pushed the shopping cart and walked out, Bruce lowered his head a little , his eyes darkened for a moment, and Na asked, "Where are the four?"

Bruce didn't ask Clark what the third turning point was, because he knew it—the tragic death of his parents.In his bedroom, after he wailed, Clark put his arms around him and said very firmly - in the future, he will use his power to help all ordinary people in need.

Clark took a deep look at him, and Bruce's eyes showed the usual deepness when he touched the topic, and he replied, "You know the fourth one too."

"The day you got the comics of Captain America?" Bruce joked, Alfred's British sneer, Bruce looked into Clark's blue eyes and said, "You don't like this World War II superhero the most. Well, what comics, battle suits, shields, figures... all collected."

Clark bared his teeth and said, "Captain America, sacrificed!" Don't make fun of my idol.

Bruce gave a light "tsk" and said, "So, Anderson Cavill?"

Clark said: "Yes, Anderson Cavill." Bruce pushed the shopping cart to a stop in the trunk of the SUV. Clark pressed Master Bruce's shoulder. Clark said, "I touched it when I went home to buy seeds last year. When it comes to him, Cavill doesn't look as stupid as he was when he was a kid, he looks like an ordinary farmer, although I don't believe he has changed for the better."

Bruce said: "But his campus bullying to his classmates will always be engraved in the memory of those classmates, and his parents' crimes, even if the couple is sent to the electric chair, will definitely not be washed away. .”

Clark's eyes sank. Cavill was a bastard who bullied young people. He and Bruce only discovered that the Cavill family's income was abnormal. They originally wanted to investigate this and cause some trouble for the bastard's family, but they didn't. Thinking of lifting the black cloth covering the big cross-state case.

This was the first case they independently investigated—and it was because of this case that Clark decided the direction of his future main business.

Bruce let go of the hand holding the push rod of the shopping cart, and signaled Clark to open the trunk with his eyes. Clark pressed the car key, and the trunk lid of the SUV slowly stretched out. Bruce took a step back and crossed his arms.

The attitude is very firm.

Clark glanced at Master Bruce who didn't intend to help at all, and silently carried the three big bags into the trunk.

Clark straightened up, suddenly turned his head to look in front of the car, and then his eyes lit up.

Bruce turned his head and looked forward along Clark's line of sight. A black car slowly drove towards the two of them. The driver was Alfred. Clark waved at Alfred and shouted loudly. Greeting: "Long time no see, Ah Fu!"

The black car stopped next to the two of them. Ah Fu opened the window of the driver's cab. The butler smiled and said, "Long time no see, Mr. Kent." Alfred looked at Clark with a smile on his eyes. On the cookie can in the passenger seat, Alfred picked up the handle on the cookie can with his right hand, opened the car door with his left hand, and stuffed the cookie can into Clark's arms.

"After work, I have to come to the manor often to play," Alfred said in a low voice, "Especially in the future, after a certain gentleman is injured in extreme sports." Master Bruce is cool Shrugging, he walked around the front of the car and sat in the co-pilot seat.

Clark made a "yes" gesture, and then said, "Then I would like to go less."

Alfred closed the driver's door and said, "See you next time, Mr. Kent."

Bruce raised his hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and touched Clark on the temple. Bruce said, "See you next time, Clark. Don't forget my Maserati. Clean it and send it to the manor." Bruce emphasized After a while to clean up this necessary link.

Superman Express, arrived by air.

Clark recalled the sour and sour smell, waved at Bruce lazily, and replied Alfred with a flamboyant and bright smile.Then, the big man slowly closed the trunk of the SUV and opened the door of the SUV - Tony's mental damage fee must be taken, must be taken!

Clark turned his head slightly and looked in the direction of his apartment. Tony was lying curled up on the sofa in the living room, his eyes were wide open, his eyes were red, his head was resting on his hands, he had already recovered, his eyes Stare straight at the TV.

"Sophie in Love"?That you love me, I love you, you don't love me, I don't love you, I know you don't love me, I don't know you love me soap opera?Well, Tony hasn't recovered yet, so he won't wait any longer.

Clark's thought flashed in his mind, and he started the car and drove towards his apartment. Maybe this is the time when his newly appointed friend can come in handy.

Maybe he could take Tony back to the farm to relax?Let the wind blow, plant a field, eat some organic vegetables?

After Clark proposed this invitation to Tony, Tony swallowed the tomato mixed with juice in his mouth, put the fork into his mouth, and bit off the tomato on the fork in one bite. Unlike the previous one, this one made him so sour, it was so easy Swallowing down, he said, "I should go home, Clark, the stock of Stark Industries is about to hit the limit."

Tony sighed with emotion in a tone that the stock of Stark Industries has not yet reached the limit.

Inexplicably, it makes people a little angry.

As soon as Clark's fork was put into his mouth, he took a bite, and it was so sour that it was a thrill.

"I cut two tomatoes, and one was not ripe, but I didn't expect it," Clark complained, "it would be so sour!" Ripe tomatoes seem to sour the teeth.

Clark heard the meaning of showing off from Stark's mouth, blue eyes glanced at Stark who was eating and drinking, and asked casually: "Any plans?"

"No plan," Tony cautiously took a small bite of the tomato, sipped it, put it in his mouth, and said vaguely, "Just sell two patents."

Clark bit off the tomato on the fork, trembling with sourness, he choked out a word: "Jesus!"——I can't let that old man pick vegetables, it's too scary.

The tomatoes that the master picked were round and lovely, and they were picked from an aesthetic point of view, but none of them were ripe.

"Stay here for another three days," Clark said hesitantly, picking up a tomato from his own plate, "Relax and relax, when the time comes, I'll go out with you, and I'll take you home."

Tony picked out the tomato with a fork in disgust. He raised his head and said, "I have three questions."

"Excuse me."

"First question, can you change a set of bedding with me? The smell is terrible." Clark nodded amusedly, Tony smiled, and little Stark was obviously relaxed, like a stone in his heart As if a few pieces had been removed, he paused, and said dryly, "When I'm free, I plan to hold a party to celebrate...our friendship. Come?"

"Of course!" Clark responded full of surprise, gestured "yes", lowered his head to pick and choose on the plate, and finally slapped the tomato to the side of the plate.

"Okay," Tony said, Clark looked up, and Tony said, "One last question, can you stop making tomatoes for the next few days?"

Clark said in a cool tone: "There is no choice, Tony, you can eat whatever I do, I will only cut soft tomatoes. Tomatoes can supplement carotene, lycopene, cellulose, and potassium, which are beneficial to the body." benefit."

Tony curled his lips and said, "You sound like my mother."

Clark joked: "Can't I be your dad?"

"Old man..." Tony lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "The old man doesn't care what I eat!"

Clark didn't say anything further. Losing a parent always heals, even if it bleeds and pus and hurts unbearably, given enough time, time heals everything, even if it leaves a deep or shallow scar.

Clark closed his eyes, stuffed the rest of the tomato into his mouth, chewed with his eyes closed, and swallowed the tomato. Tony looked at him with his big brown eyes in surprise. Clark imitated Alfred In a tone of voice, he said, "Don't be picky eaters, Tony!"

The tomato picked by Master Bruce himself was so sour that he had to finish it in tears—after all, it was barely considered an honor?

A farmer's son would never waste food. Clark looked at the soup on the plate in distaste, and spent [-] second thinking about where the remaining tomatoes should go.

Alfred's small refrigerator is a good choice.

The big man pretending to be vicious stared at Tony as he finished eating the vegetables on the plate. Finally, he said, "Take care of yourself and have a balanced nutrition!"

Tony's brown eyes blinked, bright, a little sour, but full of joy.

Friendship is a wonderful relationship. Some people get along day and night but just don't see each other right, but some people just meet for the first time and become the closest friends.