Not Crazy yet [Comprehensive British and American]

Jonathan could see that Eric was very uncomfortable.

But he is really not a master at enlivening the atmosphere, and even his son has no hobbies to share with his peers... In the end, it was Martha who brought out a plate of freshly baked biscuits to save the atmosphere on the dinner table.

Clark hunched over the biscuit and added more milk to the glass.He listened to Martha ask Eric softly why he was wearing such a big coat and whether the cut on his hand still hurt.

This made Eric stiffen.

But the boy still answered one by one in a low voice, without leaving Mrs. Kent alone.

Clark ate the biscuits intently, and poured another glass of milk for Eric.

"Clark?" Martha called her son half helplessly and half complaining.Eric breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't be dazed, okay?"

He heard what his mother meant.

Clark stopped hearing about Derry.The obedient raised his head, and asked the question he had always wanted to ask but was too embarrassed to ask:

"Are you going to skip a grade for high school, Eric?" Clark managed to create a good topic. "I would also like to go to Met for high school. But honestly, I'm not sure I can leave my parents this early."

These words made both Martha and Jonathan feel a little uncomfortable.Although they may be overly cautious... Eric is a child who lost his parents early on.The attachment Clark showed to them at this time made the Kents fear that Eric would be stabbed.

But obviously not.The boy even showed some understanding.

He didn't have the nerve to say that the Kents were indeed good people to rely on.Eric just told Clark that if he wanted to go to a metropolitan high school, the classmates he would face might not be very friendly to him, a boy from a small town.But most of these are down to luck.There's nothing wrong with being independent earlier, and he doesn't look weak, so there's basically nothing to worry about.

The trend of the conversation that followed was that the Kents lamented how smart and mature Eric was.The husband and wife blew Eric so red that Clark could tell.

This made the two boys finally relax their tense nerves.In the end Martha smiled and declined their request to help with the dishes.Clark dragged Eric upstairs.

"You're taller than me."

If it was the past, Eric really hated Clark Kent's endless talk.But today is indeed very different.This feeling of being comforted all the time should have disdain him.But the kindness of the Kent family was indeed conveyed.He was indeed touched.

"I was not as tall as you last year."

Clark froze for a moment.Eric wasn't the unkindest kid he'd ever met, but he was the coldest.Hearing this sentence, which can be said to be comforting, he couldn't help laughing.

"I guess Jonathan would like to keep in touch with everyone." He heard Kent whisper. "Our family doesn't qualify for foster care. But I guess my parents couldn't put their minds at ease."

"Hope this doesn't bother everyone." Kent opened the door to the guest room.The room had obviously been decorated, and Mrs. Kent probably came back to tidy it up as soon as she learned that he would be staying there temporarily. "I will supervise them not to care too much."

Eric was a little confused again.

He stared at the white boy's hand clutching his sleeve.Listening to the other party's tone as if promising something.

He whispered something in a daze

Clark heard the boy whisper, "I don't know."

Eric doesn't know himself but doesn't worry about being cared about too much.He didn't even know why he had earned this attention...it was so different from anything he'd experienced before...he didn't know, he didn't figure it out.

He didn't know how things turned around so easily.

………………

Kal-El opened his eyes.

He didn't sleep tonight, and he didn't plan to sleep tonight.

The Son of Krypton floated up from the bed. He took out a gray sports coat that he rarely wore from the closet, and put on a pair of dark jeans.

He was silently preparing.He "looked" towards the guest room, and saw Eric frowning, but sleeping soundly.In contrast, his parents are probably both light sleepers.He knew that they were far less calm and stable than they had shown today.

The nicest guy he's ever met.The gentlest person.They don't want to bring extra burdens to him and Eric... They hope that this matter will be exposed as much as possible, and avoid secondary harm as much as possible...

Is this the only way good people can do it?Silently pray that bad things don't happen.Then faced with the bad things that have happened...you can only make up for it that may not work...?

Carl remembered his dream.

The Krypton boy reached out and scratched his hair fiercely, then shook his head annoyed.

They are different.It doesn't matter.they will be different...

Kal-El consoled himself.Finally calmed down smoothly.Whenever night fell, it was always difficult for him to control his emotions... Those dreams were too disturbing and brought him endless confusion and pain.It made him even more unable to find his own position...

Stop thinking about it.Don't get lost.

Carl gently opened the window, and flew out deftly sideways.He 'looked' away, he saw... he saw Ed Derry's downcast face.

Carl knew what was coming to him.He had been listening to the moaning of the police officers all day long.Derry was a damn pedophile, but he wasn't a sadist.The kids can't provide any proof that he hurt them other than Celia's wounds...Derry has a lot to lose but he can't go to jail.He won't get the punishment he deserves.

This reminded Carl of Celia's long blonde hair.

Talk to him softly

'Don't do that. '

The Son of Krypton just calmly asked:

'why not? '

………………

He cut the power to the police station and took Derry away.He knocked Derry unconscious and stripped him naked.Karl throws naked Delhi to Russia.Only one note was left.

The note reads:

"You made everyone angry."

Carl burned Derry's laundry.He'd thought he'd feel better after all this was done...but when the whole thing turned into a pathetic pile of ashes, he just felt more down.

Carl flew to the edge of his field and landed with his head bowed.He was sure he was Clark Kent again at this moment...he could be sure.

Clark took off his coat and held it in his arms.The boy walked silently into his cornfield.Let the sharp leaves scratch his face and arms.The corn in their family has been planted more densely than others, because he has been in charge of harvesting for the past few years...

Clark smelled the earth.Try to dispel the haze in your heart.

But the more he tried to do it, the more uncontrollably sad and depressed he became.He found it all so angry, so hopeless... so scared.He just 'heard' it all... Celia went through it all... and Clauria, and Lauren.Eric even went to steal a knife...

...It turned out to be such a pain.

Clark walked in the cornfield in a daze.He looked up at the moon... He could hear those whines all the time, he could only choose not to hear them.He has always used the excuse that he is not ready to bear all this... But only yesterday, he realized so clearly... It turns out that sometimes, desperate people don't necessarily express their pain...

He thought that sooner or later he would be able to face all this.

But that's not even 'everything'.

...Is this world so painful...

Clark thought he was going to cry about it.

But he didn't.

The small town boy finally crosses his cornfield.

He was stunned.

Jonathan Kent sat in a chaise longue by the door of his house, watching him silently.The old farmer, who had quit smoking for a long time, turned his pipe out of nowhere.But it seemed he hadn't been able to find the tobacco.

Clark was really at a loss at this moment.He was always doing wrong things, but today was different—today was extraordinarily different.

Seeing his son's panicked expression, old Kent just waved silently.

In the end, Clark could only walk over hesitantly.He was speechless, he wanted to apologize - but he couldn't bring himself to actually apologize for it.

He doesn't feel like he's really done anything wrong.

But I'm afraid he must have done something wrong.

Jonathan watched his son's panicked determination.For a moment proud and sad.His children are not good at lying, his son is so gentle...

Yet so harsh.

"...I don't know how to speak." Old Kent lowered his head, hunched in the chair, looking a lot older.He covered his face with one hand and took little Kent with the other.

"I'm really, really sorry son...I've known him for decades..."

Clark heard a sob from his father.

His mind was blank.But this blankness made his brain jump wildly, making him dizzy.

"I found nothing...and I made you face all this..."

Clark stiffly let his father hold him.

"I can't do anything about him..."

Old Kent's sobs made the mighty Kryptonian tremble uncontrollably.

His god, his protector, his mentor...his father.

Clark thought he had lost the ability to cry.He thought that this despair would not really knock him down.

The despair of the world did not knock him down.But the tenderness of this world has accomplished the impossible.

Clark hugged his father's bowed head tightly, weeping.

the last time.

he said to himself.

"It's okay, Dad...everything will be fine."