[Comprehensive British and American] Flying around the sun

Audrey and Clark sat face to face in the cafe.

The location of this coffee shop is quite superior, with a wide view and a quiet environment. The most ingenious thing is that it happens to be on the opposite corner of the police station—this is where Clark waited for the end of the police interrogation.

Originally, Clark was assigned the task of "getting words out of Officer Justin's mouth", but when he saw Audrey walking out of the police station with a pale face, he changed his decision in an instant.

Whether out of his position as a reporter or out of his own character, Clark would not sit idly by the faltering look of this resolute and frail woman.

But what Clark didn't expect was that when he revealed his identity as a reporter, Audrey was not as defensive and repulsive as he imagined the victim of the incident, but instead showed a kind of precious friendliness and tenderness.

What's more unusual is that she quickly pulled herself together within a few words, as if the somewhat trance-like fragile posture just now was just Clark's hallucination.

"So, do you want to get information about the case from me, Mr. Kent?" Audrey tugged on the coat that was obviously ill-fitting, without any embarrassment for such attire, and calmly stretched out her hand to greet the waiter. "Black tea, thank you."

"The coffee is ready." Clark casually said to the waiter, and sat up straight when Audrey looked over.

"That's not true, Audrey...can I call you that?" He said, unconsciously a little nervous, and carefully looked at the expression of the lady opposite.But she just raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise, rolled her eyes, smiled at him, and acquiesced in his address.

Clark was encouraged, so he pushed his glasses and carefully chose his words: "I know you may not want to talk about it now, but maybe... if you want, we can do an interview with you, but not now."

"The timeliness of the news?" Audrey smiled at him again, holding up the black tea, "I guess you have something to say."

"I... well, I just thought you looked too tired and maybe you needed some help," Clark said dryly, almost embarrassed.What if she feels offended?Would he act like a meddling reporter, or some sympathetic bastard from above?

But Audrey just smiled, and replied in a gentle voice: "You are so considerate. I would also like to interview-to be honest, if you don't find me, I think I will do it next before I go home." The first thing to do is to find a newspaper and get the story out."

"You are so brave, Audrey." Clark said sincerely, "There are not many people who can stand up to the perpetrator as firmly as you."

"Thank you for your compliment." Audrey smiled again, but this time the smile was weak.She looked down at her teacup and said softly, "It's not enough just to stand up... If I can prove that what I say is true, then maybe it's not you who can help me, but Superman or the Justice League. "

The little reporter's eyelashes flicked slightly.He took a sip of the coffee that was brought up, and it took him a while to organize his answer.

He put down his glass and sat up straight again: "God, Audrey...do you want to send them to prison yourself?"

"They deserve to be punished." Audrey picked up the teacup and said word by word, "Justice should not be late."

Her words were very slow, and her enunciation was exceptionally clear. Clark seemed to see something burning in her eyes covered by eyelashes.

He suddenly felt touched... the lady's words moved him.He suddenly had some kind of impulse, which made him take another sip from the coffee cup, and then said in one breath: "You are right, Audrey... I support you. Although I am not a superhero, I am also I will help you as much as possible in my way. Next time we meet, tell me what happened, okay?"

Audrey held a black teacup and looked at him quietly.Then her eyes curved over the cup of black tea.The smile in the corner of her crooked eyes almost splashed out, making the reflection of her eyes blend with the black tea.She said, "Thank you. Good."

She raised her glass and smiled easily: "So, it's just a small talk today? Then can I consider us friends?"

Clark laughed too, and nodded.

"Okay, Clark." Audrey said, "I held back for a long time... But the first time I heard it, I really wanted to tell you that I really like your name."

The tips of Clark's ears turned a little red, even though he knew she wasn't meant to be flirtatious, just expressing her affection for a name.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes and asked, "Really? Why?"

Audrey replied solemnly: "The words of the name have corresponding meanings in linguistics. You don't look like 'Clark' at all."

"Oh..." Clark was a little puzzled, but he continued, "When I was young, some children would laugh at me for having a weird name... Then why do you like it?"

So I'm guessing it's an inherited name.Someone from your parents gave you the name of a significant other, and it shows that you must be loved by your loved ones. Audrey said with a smile, "So, I like the meaning of being loved revealed in your name." "

Clark put down the coffee cup, and couldn't help laughing while covering his forehead: "God, Audrey, you are not at all the same as the engineer in my concept...I mean, you are too good at talking."

Audrey winked at him: "You are also different from the reporter in my concept. Well, the stereotype...you are too considerate."

Clark laughed. At this moment, the confusion and resentment that had lingered in Audrey's heart since her rebirth disappeared so miraculously.

She also showed a smile, and the sunlight generously shone down from the window, projecting on their profiles, a kind of warm joy that seemed to be wrapped in warm water soaked Audrey's heart.

So they really started chatting... Audrey was a little worried about how the little reporter would handle the news after returning home.However, Clark seemed to be a master of journalists, and he showed no sign of trouble at all.

They hang out by the window of the coffee shop, chatting about each other's hobbies, favorite movies and books - how amazing they have similar types of preferences.

During the chat, they found that each other's personalities were astonishingly similar to each other's projections, which made the chatting time pass faster than they felt. They didn't stop the topic until the sun began to set, and at this time Clark was full of confidence. Deli is one of his new best friends.

After the last topic was over, Clark touched his nose, looked a little embarrassed, looked into Audrey's eyes and asked: "Well, excuse me, I'm very curious about your eyes, they look very special... …can you tell me why they are the way they are?"

Audrey's smile became lighter.She frowned, which made Clark's smile fade.Clark heard her ask softly, "My eyes turned red, it's weird, isn't it?"

This answer was obviously beyond Clark's expectations. His pure blue eyes were filled with worry, and his tone changed from relaxed to worried: "No, they are beautiful, Audrey. But...they are not like that of? I mean, you don't know...?"

Audrey also shrugged: "My eyes are green, just like my father's."

"But..." Clark said, "they've become..."

"Red, yes. When I woke up in that lab last night... the first thing I heard was 'God, you have red eyes'. But I didn't have time for him..." O Deli thoughtfully raised a hand and stroked her eyelids lightly.

"At the police station just now, two doctors did a simple check on all the people who escaped." She laughed again, and said in a relaxed tone, "I am healthy, at least for now. So... I think it might be some kind of unexplained loss of pigment."

Clark still looked worried.He pushed the glasses again, and at that moment the sunlight outside the window shone on the lenses, making Audrey feel as if she saw the glimmer of light in the depths of his eyes.

He looked into Audrey's eyes and hesitated for a moment.Then, Clark said: "Then what are you going to do next? Anyway, I think you should go to the hospital for a more detailed examination."

Audrey stirred the black tea and thought for a moment.

"I thought, I'll stay in the Metropolis for a while. I don't live here, I just came to the Metropolis for work to follow up on a recent collaboration project... Then, you know, there was a little accident."

Audrey frowned and smiled bitterly, before her expression became serious again: "I want to make sure those people—mainly Dr. Lawrence—are punished fairly. However, before that, I have to go home first .I'm so down and out now that I can't stand."

Clark's eyes lit up, probably because his helpful nature played a role again.He said cheerfully, "I can help you! Audrey. Can you exchange contact information with me?"

"It couldn't be better, thank you, Clark. You are so kind, you know, it's the first time we've met." Audrey smiled and stretched out a hand towards him, which was covered in the wide sleeve Looking a little slender and lonely, "But my mobile phone has been destroyed in the research institute, so can you leave me a note?"

Clark immediately took out the notepad he carried with him, wrote down the number in a hurry, and did not forget to reply, "That's because you are fine, Audrey."

Audrey smiled again, this time her cheeks flushed a little.It made the already bright and attractive girl look even more lovely, and Clark found that she seemed to really laugh.

She smiled and said, "Will you really help me, Clark?"

Clark tore off the note, pushed it in front of Audrey, his eyes were firm: "I will help you. Definitely."

Audrey's smile grew wider. She carefully folded the note and put it in her pocket, then tapped the table with her slender fingers, and said, "In that case, I have to trouble you to pay the bill, Mr. Clark. The money on my body Not much--or rather I have only a few coins left."

Clark's ears turned red again, and he hurriedly got up to pay the bill.The two walked out of the cafe side by side. Clark looked around, touched his nose and said, "You want to go home, right? Where is your home? I can take you...uh, I can drive."

Audrey shook her head with the back of her hand behind her, and said with a smile: "I live in Dawn City. It's very close, isn't it? I also have a car. Fortunately, the car keys were found by the police. So don't worry about it, Clark!"

Clark wanted to say something more, but a buzzing interrupted his train of thought.He picked up something and looked at it, frowning.Then, he turned his head to Audrey and said distressedly: "Sorry, I have something suddenly... er, it's my editor-in-chief. I have to report back to the agency. You know what I'm trying to say."

Audrey smiled and blinked: "Go get busy. I'll contact you when I get back, don't worry."

Clark sighed and turned around.He took a few steps backwards and said to Audrey: "Then...be careful. Be sure to contact me!"

Audrey stood on the spot and waved, watching Clark trot away, and the figure disappeared after turning the corner of the street.She listened carefully, letting the breeze convey the nearby information to her side.

The aroma of bread, the dust raised by the traffic, the rustling of the leaves in the breeze... Then, she heard a few people in the distance shouting in surprise: "It's Superman!"

Audrey chuckled softly.She turned into a deserted alley and closed her eyes.

She is going home.Of course it was a lie that the car keys were recovered: all her belongings were confiscated by the research institute, and the car keys were of course no exception.

But she knew the power in this body.The powers, of course, came from an accident that gave her brain a boost.

In reality, it was only a few days since Audrey Lewis had an accident, but in another memory of Audrey, she had spent 16 years with this ability.

During that long period of time, she was repeatedly tested, trained, and stimulated by simulations in the laboratory. In the midst of pain, this ability had already become a part of her, and she had already used it like a finger.

The airflow stirred and circled around her, and Audrey flew up.The air is compressed and propelled, and she accelerates through the air until she flies into the clouds.

She swims freely like a fish in the sea, freely shuttles among the clouds.The air rolled up the fine ice crystals in the clouds, and swirled intimately around her fingertips.Behind her, a flight trail streaked across the sky, like a plane flying by.

She can feel those gas molecules moving randomly, and her spirit can extend to their surface, manipulate the gas to do many things.

The air is her armor and her sword.Audrey flew in the direction of Dawn City, and couldn't help letting out a series of laughter.It was the first time in her life that she was free to fly, and she really, really loved going up to the clouds.

Fields and roads began to connect dots of buildings, and at the end of them was a city with its back against the hills.Audrey gathered her coat like a bird folded its wings, and landed quietly on the clock tower on the edge of the city.

She is going home.

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