[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

The dean of the orphanage is an elderly woman. Her hair is tied up behind her head and no strands of hair are missing. a feeling of.

Clark stepped forward to communicate with her, and then the woman motioned for Clark to follow her to the office, while Brody was left outside.

The orphanage building does not look dilapidated without the outer gate, but that's all.

This open space probably belongs to the children's activities in the orphanage. Brody can see entertainment toys like seesaws and baseballs.

Although the places on both sides of the seesaw where there should be cushions are empty, exposing the rusty base, the baseball bat has been painted off, but the surface is still relatively clean.

There are also some small toys scattered around, but most of them show signs of damage, and it can be seen that they have been used for a long time if they are not damaged.

"Clang—clang—"

As Brody was watching, he heard the bell ring, and before long, a group of children appeared in his sight.

While seeing them, Brody's pupils narrowed slightly, and he vaguely understood what the special reason Clark said was.

Almost all of these children were deformed. Even if some of them seemed to have healthy limbs, Brody could tell that they should have something like congenital heart disease.

These children naturally also noticed Brody, which made their eyes curious, but more alienated and vigilant.

Brody didn't rush forward to communicate with them. He walked to the wall, took off a leaf from a branch that had penetrated into the wall, wiped off some dust stuck on it with his fingertips, and pasted it horizontally. between the lips.

The crisp and melodious voice sounded in the next moment, with a simple but beautiful melody.

Most of the children's eyes were wide open, and they stared at Brody with novel eyes. For them, it was really unbelievable for them to be able to blow out a tune with just a single leaf.

Gradually, children began to approach Brody.

Especially when they found that Brody was looking at them with bent eyes, and there was no malice in his smile, more children approached him.

director's office.

"Actually, some newspapers reported on us, but it didn't make much difference."

The dean sat behind the desk and said these words slowly. Since the meeting, her expression has not changed much, especially when she straightened the corners of her lips, the obvious nasolabial folds made her so rigid. A feeling of indifference.

Clark was not shaken by her words. He spread out a notebook on his lap, and some content had already been recorded on it.

"But I think that your acceptance of our interview proposal should mean that you have not given up, right?"

The dean was silent for a few seconds.

"I just want to get a sponsorship if I can," she said, "Only relying on me, I can at most maintain the basic necessities of life, but the money for their medical treatment can't be used. "

Just as she finished speaking, there was a burst of music from outside the open window, crisp and melodious, making people feel like a spring breeze was blowing across their cheeks.

But soon, this kind of voice became more and more, but it was not like the first one. The latter voices were intermittent, and even a little too sharp, obviously not as beautiful as the first voice.

At the same time, the laughter is mixed in and becomes more and more obvious.

The dean's expression finally changed a bit. She stood up, walked around the desk, walked quickly to the window, and looked outside. After seeing the situation below, her expression froze for a moment.

Clark also stood by the window, also looking down through the glass.

Outside the window, the young man was sitting on the ground with weeds, surrounded by a circle of children, and holding a blond child in his arms. The young man lowered his head, wrapping the child's hand with his slender white hands.

Some children were unable to pick up the leaves due to physical reasons, and played with their companions around this somewhat novel toy, but there was no depressed expression on their faces, and they even had bright smiles on their faces.

This joke probably came from those companions who pouted and blushed, but could only make a dull and drawn-out 'poof' sound.

The reporter's eyes softened.

Compared with the dean, his feelings are more obvious, because he can clearly hear the chirping discussions of the children, as well as the patient and gentle guidance of the young people, and chuckle from time to time, which is completely different from the state in the morning.

"I thought it was the sponsor you brought." The dean said suddenly.

Clark shook his head, "He's my friend."

"Those kids liked him."

The dean said that the brows that had been frowning all this time were finally relaxed a little. Although they still looked serious, their tone was much gentler, "I haven't seen them smile like this for a long time."

Not all the children in the orphanage are congenitally handicapped, some are brought about by these experiences the day after tomorrow, which makes them have more or less problems in their hearts, such as low self-esteem or withdrawn.

After they were taken in by the orphanage, probably because they were surrounded by similar people, their personalities improved slightly, but they also vaguely sensed the financial pressure on the orphanage, so most of the time they suppressed the children's love to play Playful by nature, even spontaneously takes care of younger children.

That's why the dean said that.

Clark pushed his eyes and raised the notepad in his hand, "I will finish the manuscript and submit it to the newspaper."

"Then, let's continue." The dean seemed a little lacking in interest, but as she said, although she didn't have much hope, she still didn't reject the reporter.

She just wished the press release would have had a small space in the newspaper instead of being sent back and discarded.

As for the reason-

"I heard that there were mutants in this orphanage."

The dean sighed, with a trace of exhaustion on his stern face, "That's right."

Moreover, in fact, this mutant is still the murderer of a serial murder case, and he has not been caught yet, and is on the run. The dean only knows that the last time he appeared was in Gotham, a city full of crime.

It was also because of this incident that the original sponsors had a different view of the orphanage, and gradually stopped sponsoring it.

"However, it's been better recently than before, probably because of the appearance of Superman," the dean said with complicated eyes, "They think that Superman is also a mutant, but he has saved many people, so not all mutants are murderers. .”

Clark recorded it.

The dean continued, "The one held by your friend is called—"

"I have an older brother named Adam."

Brody heard the child in his arms speak suddenly, just when he had finished teaching a child who was still not good at blowing. When he looked back and looked down, he noticed that the leaf the child was holding was slightly deformed.

"I have a brother too."

The child jerked his head up, his blue eyes fixed on Brody.

The child has blond hair as bright as the sun and a pair of sky blue eyes. Except that his face is paler than ordinary people and his lips are purple, he is as beautiful as a little angel, and his name is also very coincidentally called Angel.

"He's a lot better than me," Brody said.

"... Adam too." Angel whispered, still staring at Brody, as if expecting him to continue.

Brody smiled, put his hand on top of the child's head, and rubbed it lightly.

Just like what Bruce did to him.

"He cared about me," he said.

"Adam, Adam is also very concerned about me," the child said in a childish and soft tone, "Then... will you quarrel?"

Brody paused for a while before saying, "No, but there will be conflicts."

Be as loud as you want, Brody thought.

Because Bruce can only speak out his decision in an irrefutable tone, no matter how irritable the other party is, just like that time, it makes people feel suffocated, and there is a feeling that he is making trouble for no reason.

Brody briefly talked about Bruce's character with the child, but he didn't expect the child to come over.

The child's palm was pressed against Brody's cheek, and he looked at him with wide eyes.

"Adam would reprimand me too."

He wrinkled his little nose, and suddenly laughed again, revealing two shallow dimples, "But it's okay, I can call him a fool in my heart, and then forgive him."

Brody laughed at his words.

Angel tilted his head, he asked

"Am I right?"

"No, you're right." Brody coughed, but couldn't hold back the smile in his eyes, "I learned a great method from you."

When Brody and Clark left the orphanage, those children stood at the door to watch them, and as long as they turned their heads, they could see the reluctance in their eyes.

Especially the little angel Angel who stood at the first place, after noticing Brody looking over, he would raise his hand and wave it desperately, a blush appeared on his pale cheeks.

"They like you very much." Clark said, telling the truth.

After hesitating, he said

"That kid—"

"Are you talking about Angel?" Brody had an obvious smile on his face, and his tone was brisk, "Probably because we all have brothers, and we get along in a similar way."

Clark "He told you he had a brother?"

"Well," Brody nodded, but soon he said with some doubts, "but his elder brother didn't seem to come out, and he wasn't one of the children in the circle."

After all, those children could hear what he was talking to Angel at that time. If Adam was among them, it was impossible for him not to say anything.

Clark looked at the smile on his face, and finally swallowed what he wanted to say. He didn't want Brody's finally better mood to be affected by the news.

Because of this trip to the orphanage, Brody once again had the idea of ​​going home, and he was no longer as reluctant as he was in the morning.

Clark, who had already achieved his goal, found no reason to stop him.

Alfred smiled sincerely when he saw Brody appearing at the door.

The old butler didn't agree with Brody to go for a walk, so he went to a friend's house and stayed for one night. What to talk about, anyway, it must be the master's fault, so Alfred just said, "Do you need some dessert, master?" ?”

On the contrary, Brody was a little embarrassed because of this, he stepped forward and hugged his old butler, then said with a smile, "Okay."

It was at this time that Bruce came down from the stairs. He stood at the top of the stairs, looking at Brody.

Unexpectedly, Brody smiled at him as well.

Just like every time they get along together.

Bruce's eyes flickered, but soon, he pursed his lips and his eyes softened.