When the Super British Ruled the Earth[British and American]

The hometown of Superman is Smallville, Kansas. This small town is very close to the metropolis. It is a relatively standard American farming town. Most residents have their own land.And Superman was adopted by the farmer Kent and his wife, who gave him the name of Clark Kent.

The Kents taught Clark to be an upright and kind human being, but died in a turbulent situation decades ago, and that was when Superman was most confused about his identity and existence. The death of the Kents undoubtedly made his situation worse. To add insult to injury.

In the past few years, Superman has been guarding the earth in his own way.He suppressed the part of himself as a human being very small, so small that the only thing that could connect him with the human identity was the name given to him by the Kent couple, but apart from the name given to him by the human parents, he saw It looks like it has nothing to do with humans.

Human beings fear him and respect his power, but they also draw him out of the human camp invisibly, and Clark doesn't care at all. He just treats him as a superman, and he abandons his identity as Clark, as if Clark Kent has already The deaths of the Kents were buried.

He gradually understands the part of himself as a Kryptonian in the inheritance of his biological parents. His other hometown has been destroyed, and no amount of information can give him a better understanding of Krypton.

It's ridiculous.There were times when Clark thought he was neither human nor Kryptonian, that he had nowhere to go, that he didn't know who he really was.So he exists as a superman, which seems to be the most accurate identity he can find himself.

He used to fly over this area every day when he was very young, every inch of his hometown is in his heart, he knows it like the back of his hand, like Bruce knows Gotham.But now, after everything has changed, when he flies over the once familiar land again, the land, houses, crops, and even every ditch here seem to have become pieces of blades, a knife Cut Superman's cold and indifferent heart.

He must be crazy.

All these years later, Clark never imagined that one day he would come back here, back to Kansas.

However, this impulse lingered in his heart.He wanted to show Silia all this and let her know his past and experiences, even if the past was all scars, he also hoped that she could walk on the road he had walked.

This behavior and impulse seemed to have nothing to do with his relationship with Celia.He did have some affection for her, but so far, his feelings for Celia were more of a favorite than love.

It also doesn't seem to have anything to do with his and Celia's bloodlines.If Celia hadn't opened the door that only Kryptonian blood can open, if her identity was just a mistake made by the Superheroes, maybe a month later, Superman would still choose to bring her here.

When Superman took Celia to land in the deserted suburbs, when his feet stepped on the hard ground of the country again, Clark seemed to understand why he was so impulsive and why he brought hope. Leah, and no one else.

Because, he discovered that perhaps only Celia had experienced the same situation as his in the past.They grew up in different growth environments, but the things they encountered were so similar.

When he was squeezed out by his classmates in school because he couldn't control his own power when he was young, Xilia was also out of place on the spaceship because he was too weak;

The Kent couple raised him with sincerity and love, and Celia's bloodless sister, Gamora, also protected her from growing up just as she cared for her own people;

He ran away because of the death of his adoptive parents, and was disappointed with the world, just as Celia killed the first person for Gamora;

When he sat in the Fortress of Solitude, gazing at the never-ending whistling Arctic ice and snow outside the glass, and spent 15 years of isolation, Celia never left Thanos's giant starship, during the break Just staring at the endless vast universe outside the window.

Celia is thin-tempered by nature. She may not understand the loneliness and pain of the past, but Superman does.Maybe that's why the more Superman gets to know her, the more he can't help but break exception after exception for her.He looked at her as if he saw himself.He used to have no choice, but now he wants to treat Xilia better and protect her, just like protecting another self.

He wanted to show Celia everything about his past, and even though Celia might not understand what it meant, he still wanted her to know.

The two walked from the avenue into a small forest, where a robot stood by to bring a change of clothes.Clark wore back the plaid shirt and jeans he was used to familiar with. Except for the youthful expression on his brows and eyes, he still looked like the farm boy, but he had grown up and matured.

He almost forgot he was Clark Kent.

Clark waited for Celia outside the woods, his eyes swept over the land in front of him, everything was so familiar, even the wind that rolled up had the unique flavor of his hometown.Clark stared at the world, a little dazed.

At this moment, he heard a rustling sound. He turned his head and saw Celia walking over. She also changed into jeans and a plaid shirt.It's just that she seems to be dressed a little out of normal habits. Her two sleeves are draped over the back of her hands, but she insists on opening her collar and pulling it extremely low, exposing her collarbone.

Clark was a little helpless, he nodded his neck.

"Your collar is stretched too far."

"You don't understand, this is fashion." Celia said solemnly, "I see that when my sisters wear plain clothes, they all wear it like this."

"No," said Superman.He felt that he might be a bit tough, and added, "You have to do as the Romans do, and the earth girls have to button up all the buttons."

"Earth girl is really earthy." Silia muttered.

Clark rubbed his temples, and after Celia buttoned the buttons awkwardly, he moved his fingers to motion for Celia to come over.

Xilia walked in front of him, and pursed her lips because her aesthetics were denied, looking very displeased, but it really didn't have any lethality, on the contrary, it was like a child's anger.Superman squatted down on one knee, and he stretched out his hands and rolled up the sleeves on both sides of Celia until he exposed Celia's white forearm.

In this way, she looks a lot like a cowboy girl.It's just that her eyes are too sharp, her small face is more delicate, and her skin is pale in the aesthetics of earthlings, so she doesn't look like an ordinary American girl.

"Let's go." Superman stood up, he was very happy.

The two held hands habitually, and Clark led her slowly towards the small town of Smallville.

They were advancing on the dirt road, with two thick tire tracks on the ground, and the cars used in the countryside were more numerous than those in the city.Xilia lowered her head and stepped on the tire tracks step by step. She occasionally looked to both sides, and saw the endless wheat fields. The gentle sunlight coated the wheat fields with golden light. When the wind blew, the wheat fields were like golden. Rusting like the waves.

Everything here is so peaceful and peaceful, without the tension brought by the emptiness, but relaxing.

The longer she stayed on Earth, the more Celia gradually realized how different this world was from starships.It turns out that even on the same planet, people's lives will be completely different.Some people drink and sing in the ice and snow, some people enjoy the convenience of technology in the steel-framed cities, and some people work in the fields and can watch the sunset as soon as they look up.

Celia saw two bird-shaped detectors buzzing over their heads, as if there were fewer people living here, and fewer inspection robots than in the city.

The two walked for more than an hour, and finally, Clark stopped.

"That's where I used to be," he said softly.

Celia followed his gaze, and saw a house standing far away among the wheat fields, but it looked abandoned for a long time, the roof tiles were full of weeds, the walls of the house were mottled, everything They all look very shabby.

The two walked over, and as the distance got closer, Celia was keenly aware of the subtle changes in Superman's emotions.He seemed tense, regretful, frustrated, and self-irritated.It was as if that house brought up all his emotions, good and bad.

Clark let go of the hand between them because he felt his heart beating out of balance.

When he looked at the house, he would think of how the Kent couple died innocently involved in the dispute, but at that time he was being blamed by humans for wanting to peacefully stop the war between the two parties.Some people blame him for cutting into human life in the name of God, while others blame him for not saving his family in time.When he was bothered by these things, when he saved countless strangers with his hands, he ignored his adoptive parents and let them die.

Clark has created the current great and peaceful new world. Most people on this earth will not feel sad for losing their family members and parents. Even if some people hate his dictatorship and ruthlessness, he has no regrets.

He thought that what he did would heal the scars in his heart, he thought that 15 years had passed, he had matured and grown up, and all this would pass, but no, the scars and memories of the past are like a A piece of crumpled paper, no matter how smooth it is, the wrinkles and scars on the paper still exist, but they are buried in the bottom of my heart.

It has been 15 years since he lost his parents. It wasn't until he came back here again and had to face up to his own heart that Clark realized that he had never been happy for a day.

Superman's heart was turbulent, but he was used to not showing it on the surface, he pursed his lips lightly, his expression was still as indifferent and calm as before.

He watched, watched, as if the balance he had found over the years was gradually being broken, he breathed lightly, adjusted himself, and kept his emotions calm.

At this moment, a soft touch covered his palm.Clark was a little taken aback, his overwhelming emotions retracted like the ebb of the sea. He lowered his head and saw Celia looking at him too.

Her ice-blue light-colored eyes were crystal clear, reflecting his shadow.

"I don't have feelings, but I understand you," she said.

Clark's expression was slightly startled, a strange feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, dispelled the sadness, and poured into his internal organs.