Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 51
The old people inside the house chatted enthusiastically, and the young people outside the house also shared the same interests.

To Lin En's surprise, Da Chao, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, is actually a very talkative person, which does not fit Lynn's stereotype of the serious and unsmiling Da Chao.

Maybe, the Dachao who wears glasses and cape is not the same person?

Lynn raised his hand, wanting to stroke his hair, the whole hairspray hand or something, but he held back.

"My father said that you bought the farm next door, and that you almost fell off the small plane spraying pesticides in order to inspect the farm... sorry."

Dachao smiled apologetically, and after a short pause, he continued to ask: "Why, can I ask this."

Lin En's height is 183, standing next to Dachao is like a malnourished hemp stick. The main reason is that Dachao not only has a body, but also has muscles that can directly participate in bodybuilding competitions.When such a superstar suddenly put his hands in his pockets and frowned, it should be said or not, the sense of oppression is still very strong.

Lynn was a little distracted: "Why? What why?"

Clark Kent smiled, and his temperament became simple and kind again: "You are very rich, and you can easily buy a farm in a foreign land with millions of cash when you are in your twenties.

I'm sorry I don't mean anything else, but, in my impression, people like you, at your age, should prefer those... those..."

Clark didn't come out anymore, Lynn smiled and took the initiative to catch his words: "Those feasting, those resplendent, those flattery, those flattery, begging, presumptuous...

Is that what you said, Clark. "

"Ah."

Clark nodded and looked at Lynn with a smile: "But you don't like these, you like farming."

"Not only that, I'm also good at flying a plane and spraying pesticides."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

The two laughed loudly, feeling that the polite atmosphere had diminished a bit.

Walking to the door of the warehouse, Clark rolled out an old motorcycle. Lynn could tell that Kent and his son liked this motorcycle very much, and it was well maintained.

Old, but also full of vitality.

"This is the..."

"Ha, yes, it's that motorcycle."

Lynn joked, and Clark couldn't help laughing, too. As a kid, he'd wanted to be a mechanic.Because these nearby farms are some distance away from the city, the maintenance of agricultural machinery on each farm is done by the old Kent on a voluntary basis.

Old Kent was happy whenever a farm machine was saved, and so were the people around him.Clark knew that his father was a very useful and useful person. He could help others, gain praise and respect, and at the same time, his father was also very happy.

This is simply perfect work!What could be better than this? !

The young Clark naturally wanted to be like his father, so there was a story about him secretly using his father's motorcycle repairing tools to "repair" the tractor.

"At that time, I was carrying a tool bag full of oil stains, and I went to repair my tractor with my chest high and my head held high.

I removed its tires because I couldn't reach the hood and the doors couldn't be opened without the key. "

Tapping the gas tank of his motorcycle, Clark recalled his unreliable childhood: "My dad just said I was fixing a tractor, but in fact I just took the tires off and they couldn't fit them.

However, my father didn't blame me, he moved a small stool and helped me repair the tractor for an afternoon, heh..."

Clark couldn't help laughing suddenly: "The tractor was used well at first, but it didn't work so well after we father and son repaired it all afternoon."

Lynn couldn't help laughing too: "Haha, no wonder you father and son remember this incident so clearly.

Clark. "

"Ok?"

"It's a good thing you didn't become a repairman..."

"Ahahahaha!"

The two laughed for a while. Lynn walked closer, knocked on the fuel tank of the motorcycle, and asked casually, "Clark, do you still want to be a mechanic now?"

Clark looked up at the night sky, with a little confusion in his eyes: "I... I don't know."

Lin En didn't continue to ask, but sat down on the ground next to the motorcycle, half-lyed down, turned his head to look at his own farm not far away, and said softly: "Actually, everyone is the same, don't Seeing that I am rich, you don’t know that I actually borrow all my money from friends. The old man in your house is the rich man.

For a young man like me, it is actually very difficult to give you any useful and reliable life advice. I myself have been in a mess.

You know the truth yourself, and I believe that with such a great father teaching you, you will not need other people's guidance and help.

If I had to say it, I could only borrow the words of another wise little old man and give it to you. "

"what."

Clark also sat on the ground, with an old but dynamic motorcycle between them.One lay and looked at the farm beside him.One sits, looking at the starry sky above.

"With great power comes great responsibility."

Lynn's voice sounded softly: "This sentence was given to his adopted son by an old man named Ben Parker.

His adopted son was once very confused, didn't know how to use his own power, and even used his own power to do some wrong things, but he finally came to his senses.

Hmm... Speaking of which, Ben Parker's adopted son is also a reporter. "

"……yes."

Clark's voice was a bit ethereal, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, Lin En got up and sat up straight, supported the dirt behind him with his hands, and looked up at the night sky: "If you think of anything, just do it boldly, there is no reason why you want to be a repairman, but the car doesn't like you to repair it. "

Clark shook his head slightly on the other side of the motorcycle: "I just think that maybe the person who drives the car doesn't like me as a mechanic, and the person who crashes the car doesn't like me as a mechanic, and the other mechanic doesn't like me either... "

"Won't you hit them?"

Lynn lifted his head from above the gas tank of the car, held up a hand, and held a wrench in his hand.

"what?"

Clark seemed a little confused.

"You have a wrench in your hand, and you fix whoever is upset."

"Ha, Lynn, this is really..."

Clark was amused by Lynn: "Then there will be no more business."

"Are you a repairman just to make money?"

Lynn's voice gradually increased: "Fix the bad things, isn't that why you want to be a repairman?"

dang dang-

Lynn also grabbed a wrench in that hand, knocking each other back and forth there.

"I love farming just because I'm not happy to see it go to waste."

"But if you don't plant it, someone else will plant it. Even if no one plants it, the land itself will grow weeds and flowers. Although they may not be valuable, but sometimes... things are like that, the rules are like that, It's always been done that way."

"so……"

Lynn tapped the wrench in his hand and said: "I bought a farm just to grow whatever I want!
Since weeds affect the growth of crops, of course they must be pulled out.

On my farm, I call the shots! "

(End of this chapter)