[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

The next day was Christmas Eve, and it was afternoon when Clark drove home. The fields and roads in remote towns were covered with snow, and the main roads of towns and farms were sprinkled with salt, Clark He drove the car and drove steadily into his own farm.

Clark parked the car, turned his head and glanced back, his precious daughter was lying on the side of the child's chair with both hands slumped, her head tilted against the pillow of the child's chair, and a drooping little fleshy hand was holding onto the chair. Bruce's fingers while he was asleep.

Clark got out of the car, opened the door of the back seat, and patted his boyfriend twice, Bruce's head moved, his eyes opened, and his voice was hoarse when he woke up, and he asked, "Are you there? "

Clark replied in a low voice, "Here we are." Bruce rubbed his eyes sleepily. He glanced at the little princess who was lying on her back in sleep and still holding on to his fingers. Bruce lightly rubbed Mazanina's hand Little meaty paw, Mazanina let go of her hand.

Clark watched Bruce loosen the safety belt of the child seat, get out of the car and go around to the other side, Bruce picked up the little princess from the chair, Mazanina slammed onto Bruce's shoulder, and said There was a stream of saliva, and the saliva flowed onto Bruce's black down jacket. Clark took a napkin from the storage compartment of the driver's seat and gently touched the corner of Mazanina's shiny mouth.

"Where are the uncles and aunts?" Bruce asked. The pickup truck on the farm was gone, and Clark's parents must have gone out.

Clark looked in the direction of his parents' heartbeats, and replied, "Buy us a present." Bruce yawned again before he could say anything when he heard that.

"Okay," Clark said, nudging his boyfriend, "Go upstairs and take a shower and catch up on sleep. I don't want you to die from lack of sleep one day."

It has been sixteen days since the demon-like invasion. Bruce attended various activities during the day to ensure that the money he paid would really fall on the organization of rescue and medical charity. The criminals who were still greedy for money were sent to the police station. In the last week, Batman, who stayed up for three days and nights, sent the criminals who escaped from prison back to the prison.

To be honest, Clark now feels like Bruce is shaking when he walks.

The two adults and one child walked to the door of the farm hut. Clark took out the key and opened the door. Clark held the door with his hands. Bruce walked in holding the little princess who was crying out from sleep. Clark knelt down and gave his boyfriend the Putting on the cotton slippers, Bruce kicked off his shoes, stuffed his feet into the slippers, Bruce yawned and went upstairs while bouncing his cubs.

Clark, who drove the plane and car all the way to pick up his boyfriend and child home, saw Bruce disappearing in the corridor. Clark heard Bruce and the cub went upstairs and entered the bedroom. There was the sound of water coming from the bathroom in the bedroom.Only then did Clark walk to the trunk of the car and took out two large suitcases. The suitcases were carried to the living room, and Clark planned to clean them up later.

Clark changed his shoes, walked to the middle of the living room, and began to inspect the house at home with his perspective eyes. Ever since Clark made friends with Bruce, the concept of being prepared for danger in times of peace has been instilled into his brain by his good friend inside.

The old Kent couple lived in a detached cottage on a remote farm in the small town of Smallville, Kansas, and Superman didn't worry about his parents in the rear when he was fighting the soldiers in appearance. There was only one reason-this one looked shabby It was an ordinary hut, transformed by Bruce and Clark into a safe place protected by Kryptonian technology over the years.

My house is still covered with snow, and the roof wall outside the house has grooves and holes smashed by the attacking monsters. Old Kent has also hired someone to repair it, but the structure and decoration of the house do not show any damage at all. sign.

Clark checked and nodded in satisfaction. He walked to the sofa seat with his slippers on, sat down on the couch lazily, stretched his legs, and then tilted his head and looked at the coffee table on the coffee table. On the photo frame, there is a photo of the Justice League in the photo frame - to be precise, a clipping from the Metropolitan Daily News, which was taken when the Justice League accepted the White House award.

The people inside are well-behaved and stand upright.

Clark stretched out his hand and scratched his chin. He walked to the suitcase in a few steps, scanned the two suitcases, and saw the photo album in the inner corner of the left suitcase. He opened the suitcase and took out Mazanina's milk bottle, Milk powder, small snacks, small toys, and finally took out the photo album.

Clark turned directly to the last page, and the last one was a group photo of the Justice League after the award ceremony. This photo was captured by a Fox reporter. Cyborg squatted at the front of the photo with an honest face, because he and Batman were standing side by side behind him.In the photo, Clark himself tilted his head and looked at the laughing Flash who hugged his shoulders. Shazam was next to Flash and was pulling the lively and troubled Flash from his body. Green Lantern was standing beside Batman. , was talking about something, but Batman disapproved.

Wonder Woman, Green Arrow, and Aquaman are standing in the last row, and the half-Atlantean is farting rainbow farts at Wonder Woman, while Green Lantern's head is pressed by Wonder Woman's raised hand He lowered his head, but his face still looked at the woman, and the two men who admired Wonder Woman still did not give up expressing their love for the beautiful lady of the alliance.

The photo was not published at Batman's request, because Batman believed that the League was still in its infancy and needed to impress the public with a stable image.

But Superman got this photo from a Fox reporter, and it's a much more lively photo than the Metropolitan newspaper clipping.

Clark pushed aside the photo frame on the coffee table, and put the photo in. He put the photo frame on the coffee table, poked it from left to right, and adjusted it to a neat position. Clark sat back on the sofa and opened the photo. After watching the TV, his super hearing was immediately focused on his parents.

Jonathan and Martha were already on their way home. Old Kent was driving the car, and Martha was sitting in the co-pilot. The old couple who had returned with a full load were chatting, "...Joe," Martha put her hands in her hands, and said, "This year Bruce also came, and he brought his daughter, as I said earlier, he...sooner or later he will have a child, but I don't understand, Clark said to bring our child back."

"That's not easy," Jonathan said without hesitation, "You didn't listen to your son's tone. He has already lived in Bruce's house to be the godfather of that little girl... These two children have no parents. Give that child a whole family."

Clark covered his face—he knew his parents would think so.

"It's just," old Kent held the steering wheel with one hand, pulled at his stubble, and said, "I'm more worried about the 'big thing you want to tell us' on the phone last night. The big thing about the alien attack, my God, what else do you say?"

Clark heard his mother take a breath.

Clark glanced in the direction of the couple. The couple had already driven on a country road. The snowy road was slippery, but they would be back in an hour and a half at most. There were footsteps in the stairwell, and they changed into pajamas wrapped in down jackets. Bruce walked down the stairs slowly, and Master Bruce, whose neck was tucked into the plush, walked to the air conditioner with his hands in his hands, and turned on the heater.

Clark sat crookedly on the sofa, and stretched out his hand to Bruce who was wrapped in a down jacket. Bruce walked to the sofa, next to the Kryptonian who was not afraid of the cold at all. Clark held Bruce's hand. Master Bruce's hand was cold, and Clark asked : "What's the matter, aren't you going to sleep?"

"I've been sleeping all the way, and I can't sleep anymore." Bruce was lazy, and the temperature in the room slowly rose. He leaned on the sofa and asked, "How are you going to tell your uncle and aunt about us?"

"I," Clark couldn't help scratching his head, he said very honestly, "I don't know."

Against Clark's expectant gaze, Bruce said slowly, "Leave it to me."

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The Kent couple returned home, Martha was busy in the kitchen, and Jonathan hid in the room alone and began to wrap gifts. The gifts for Clark were all wrapped in lead paper to prevent his Kryptonian son's see-through eyes.

The four-year-old girl's sleep quality is quite good, and she is still sleeping soundly. The couple didn't know how to deal with this little girl, so they just glanced at the bedroom entrance, waiting for dinner Wake up Mazanina again.

Contrary to Jonathan's expectation, Clark didn't linger at his door this year trying to find out what the gift was in advance. Instead, he hid in the bedroom as soon as they got home and said hello.Bruce, who was always calm and steady, showed a little bit of embarrassment and anxiety, wandering in the living room on the first floor.

It took a long time to grind to the entrance of the kitchen.

Martha called out: "Stop." Martha had seen Bruce's lethality in the kitchen, and she was a little excited: "Don't come into my kitchen."

Martha glanced at Bruce. The peasant woman in Kansas felt inexplicably funny. Although she watched the tall young man in front of her grow up, this young man also held hands with her son and had fun in the rice fields when he was young, but calm down, Bruce. Always a calm and calm appearance.

Everything is under control, everything is under arrangement.

But today is different.

Bruce took out his mobile phone to check the text messages on the mobile phone from time to time. Martha looked blank, and she didn't know what Bruce was going to talk to her here. Martha, who was busy with dinner alone, pushed Bruce who was in the way, she said : "If you have anything to say, what trouble did that stinky boy cause?"

"Clark is fine," Bruce said slowly, "he's not causing trouble." Bruce shifted his steps and walked around Martha, avoiding Martha's path, but was troubled not knowing where to start.

Martha glanced at Bruce from the corner of her eye. She was at a loss but found it very interesting. It was the first time she saw Bruce struggling and struggling to organize his words. Her son was even more interesting, and he dared not hide. Seeing her send a text message to ask about the situation.

Martha held the spatula in her hand and twisted the black pepper pipe to sprinkle pepper into it. She asked, "What's the matter?"

Bruce raised his hand, clenched it into a fist, and put it in front of his mouth. He cleared his throat, coughed twice, and finally said, "Aunt Martha..."

"Ok?"

Martha put the spatula aside, picked up the salt shaker with her left hand, and added salt to the dishes. She heard Bruce say, "I'm with Clark."

Martha looked back suspiciously and asked, "What?"

Bruce put his hand on the door and said, "Clark and I are in a relationship, in a relationship, and we are together."

Only hearing the sound of "clang", Martha let go of her hand, and the salt jar "bang" fell into the pot. Bruce quickly held the handle of the pot, but white salt was sprinkled on the pot, and Martha pointed Shouted: "Oh, my fried meat!"