[Zhongyingmei] Did Dachao confess today?

Joshua slept soundly this time, probably because Clark was by his side.

He turned over in the quilt, and subconsciously rubbed the soft pillow in his arms. Although the punctual biological clock in his body had begun to wake Joshua up, the unabated tiredness still pulled Joshua into the dreamland .

Clark, who sat aside and watched Joshua all night, had a panoramic view of the half-dream and half-awake appearance. He couldn't hold back his laughter, and he covered his mouth and laughed out loud. Although his voice was small, it was enough for Joshua to wake up.

Joshua, whose brain was still in a daze, sat up suddenly from the bed. His soft and soft blond hair had become messy overnight, and it was domineeringly curled up on top of Joshua's head. He was very sleepy, and there were a little red marks on the side of his face, which made him look a lot cuter.

Clark half leaned on the bed with a smile on his face, but looked at Joshua with dim eyes, and his protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times.

He suddenly felt a little thirsty.

Reaching out his hand to smooth Joshua's messy hair on top of his head, Clark whispered, "Did you sleep well?"

Joshua slept well, had no dreams all night, and slept until dawn, but he didn't know that Clark had a panoramic view of his sleeping face last night. Several times, Clark covered his mouth and laughed in a low voice.

Because it's too cute.

After touching his hair, Joshua remembered to ask when Clark would come back. He fell asleep unknowingly after waiting until late at night last night, and finally did not wait for Clark to come back.

When Joshua was washing up, Clark leaned against the bathroom door and watched. He seemed to never get tired of watching Joshua, even if he just brushed his teeth, he could figure out some interesting things. He also reached out to help Joshua wipe off the white foam on the side of his mouth.

It was a very careful and unusual day. Clark usually left early to go to the watchtower at this time two days ago, but today he stayed with Joshua uncharacteristically.

"Aren't you going to the watchtower today?" Joshua asked.

He waited for Clark to finish wiping his mouth meticulously. There were still some calluses on Clark's fingers, and it was rustling and itchy when they rubbed against Joshua's tender face.

Joshua couldn't bear the itch and couldn't help laughing.

Clark nodded: "I won't go for the time being. If there is anything, Bruce will notify me."

He smiled lowly and said, "Today I can accompany you well."

That's great, when Joshua heard Clark say that, a few fireworks swished into the sky in his heart, and then several brilliant flowers bloomed in his heart.But he was happy for a few minutes, and soon became a little worried again.

After all, Clark rarely does not go to the watchtower to be on duty. Although he promised to stay with Joshua and Martha on Christmas Eve and Christmas, the actual rest time is only two days. Heroes, then Clark and Batman must be at the top, because almost every day someone sees Superman flying around in the sky in his uniform, just like people in Gotham can see that giant bat projection in the night sky every night.

He never seemed to rest.

In the past, Clark and Joshua could spend very little time together quietly, but now Clark suddenly told Joshua that he wanted to spend time with him and Martha, but Joshua became worried.

"Did you quarrel with Bruce?" Joshua asked, "Or did you get into some trouble, so Bruce asked you to go home and reflect?"

Clark's smile froze on his face, and then a bit of depression and astonishment appeared on his face.

He didn't quite understand why Joshua would think he had caused trouble if he didn't go to the watchtower. In fact, during the past two years as a hero, he has always been recognized by the public as one of the most reliable superheroes.

"Of course not." Clark was dejected: "Bruce and I are fine, I just want to spend Christmas Eve with you."

The grievances on Clark almost materialized. Joshua knew that he had misunderstood, and felt guilty, so he repeatedly agreed to Clark's small requests that took this opportunity to make progress.

The two were whispering in their own room, and Martha, who woke up early and had already prepared breakfast for the three of them, shouted loudly in the kitchen: "Joshua, Clark is eating!"

Martha's voice was full of anger, and the two people who were still lying on the bed whispering in the room finally realized that it was almost nine o'clock, and this was no longer the time to stay in bed.

It's Clark's fault, otherwise Joshua would have gone out long ago.

Martha's breakfast is very simple, a bowl of vegetable salad and a cup of hot milk, bacon and fried eggs on the dinner plate, and a few slices of toast.

Although it was simple, it was delicious. Joshua finished the meal made by Martha, and then drank the hot milk in the cup.

It made Martha happy that Clark could stay, and what made her happiest was the white snowflakes falling outside the window.

It finally snowed today.

The weather forecast was finally accurate, and Martha was so happy that she stood outside the house to catch the snowflakes that fell from the sky with her hands, and watched those crystal clear flowers that were gifted by heaven fall on the ground. Within 2 minutes, the hard road was frozen by the weather. A thin layer of white has been laid, and the taupe mud floor is faintly visible in the snow.

This is good news, and good news for all the farmers living in Smallville, who can finally spend this Christmas without worrying about whether next year's wheat growth will be bad.

It was only because of the snow that the temperature in Smallville became even lower, and Martha's hands turned red from the cold after standing outside the house for only a while.After all, she is a bit older. When she was young, she just put on a coat and worked hard from morning to night under the heavy snow, but now she has a lot of clothes on her body, and Martha's nose is still red from the cold weather. .

But there are many things to do this morning, not only to milk the cows in the cow pen, but also to feed the chickens in the chicken coop, and then to check whether the fence of the sheep pen is still stable or not, and finally to put the manger full of chickens in the trough. Straw for the full flock.

"I'm going to work," Martha emphasized.

She couldn't be idle, and it was torture to keep her at home all day, so Martha went to see how her animals were doing, even in the cold wind.

Clark and Joshua knew that Martha was determined, but it was always dangerous when it snowed, and if Martha accidentally fell, it would be more harm than good.So the two discussed it and decided to go with Martha. The two of them helped Martha work, and Martha stood aside to supervise.

That's fine too, Martha happily agreed after thinking about it.

After tidying up the necessary things, Clark walked towards the barn with the big buckets and small buckets, and Martha followed behind him holding Joshua's arm.

Those who are able work harder, who makes Clark seem to have inexhaustible strength?

Martha disagreed at first, and kept saying that she could do it herself, but everyone could see that although there were complaints in her words, there was an unconcealable smile on her face.

Looking at Clark's tall back, Martha had a little nostalgia in her eyes.

When people get old, they always like to recall the past.

"When I went to the barn with Jonathan before, Clark would walk behind us." Martha said in a nostalgic tone: "But now, it's my turn to walk behind him."

Time makes people grow old, and Martha doesn't know why, time seems to slip away from her quietly.

Clark, who used to be able to play for half a day with a small plane carved out of wood from a clothes hanger by following behind them, has unknowingly grown into a taller and more reliable appearance than his father.

"Martha, you will live for a long time." Joshua comforted: "You are still young, and there are still many things you can do and enjoy life."

Martha just shook her head. Compared with her peers, she may live a long time, but compared with young people, she is already ahead of her time.

But she is not afraid of what aging brings, on the contrary, she enjoys every moment of life. When they were young, Martha and Jonathan did many daring and interesting things. Going to the deep mountains to spend the night, but now life is peaceful, living on the farm and feeding the cows and sheep every day is also a lot of fun.

"Don't I enjoy the joy of life if I live on the farm?" Martha asked with a smile.

Joshua shook his head subconsciously.

"of course not."

The barn has arrived.

The cattle and sheep in the huge warehouse screamed one after another, and the animals had very good hearing. They had already heard their master coming from Martha's footsteps, bleating and mooing happily.

Clark filled the trough in the cowshed with feed, and the two cows, whose bellies had been growling for a long time, walked to the trough and buried their heads in it as soon as they lowered their heads, eating happily.

The first sheep in the pen around heard that their neighbors were eating feed happily. They were so anxious that they sat in a group and huddled in the corner of the sheep pen, bleating continuously towards the place where the cows ate. There are two other people who want to stuff their heads into the gaps in the fence to grab food, but after a long time, they only stick their noses in, smelling the delicious feed.

Clark had to be milked, so it was up to Joshua to feed the sheep.

Fortunately, the large and small buckets seem to contain a lot of feed, but they are actually not very heavy. Joshua filled the trough, and when the flock of sheep were crowded around the trough, snoring and eating delicious food, he couldn’t help reaching out to touch it. Touched the heads of these lambs.

In September, Martha shaved the wool in the sheepfold. It has been more than two months now, and the wool on these sheep has grown again. Although the wool that grows is not very long, it is enough for these sheep. The bleating little guy has made it through the winter.

Among these sheep, an adult ram is the most powerful. It squeezes its companions who are thinner than it around, grabs the place with the most and best feed, and eats desperately. The sheep's ears are also shaken by its movements flick.

Joshua boldly stretched out his hand to touch its head, but the sheep didn’t hide, maybe it was not afraid, Joshua didn’t struggle when he touched it, and he licked Joshua’s palm unsatisfied after he was full.

Joshua was very novel and didn't feel dirty. Holding the sheep's neck was like plucking the wool. Not to mention, the short wool felt just as thick as Joshua's palm, and his whole hand sank in the soft In fleece, soft and comfortable.

Others are petting cats and dogs, Joshua experienced a new experience, petting sheep.

Joshua stopped the movements in his hands, and then walked towards Clark.

Clark's milk is almost squeezed out, the white milk in the two iron buckets is full, but there is still a little smell, but the smell will disappear after being sterilized and cooked, and this kind of milk can be used to make cakes and cheese.

On the way home, Clark carried two buckets of milk and whispered to Joshua, "The cheese made by Martha is very delicious."

Joshua swallowed.

Clark and his family spent Christmas Eve lively, and Bruce in Gotham was not idle. Christmas Eve was dispensable to him, and most of the time was spent on the clown and other criminals in Gotham.

He had observed the clown for several days, and his intuition told him that the clown was secretly planning something, but he found nothing on the surface.

And the clown, not only does not have the consciousness of a jailbreaker, but also goes to Gotham's underground bar every day to order a cocktail, leisurely as if on vacation.

Dick has been watching the Joker's face with Bruce for several days in a row, and if this continues, Dick will feel that he will cast a shadow on the Joker's face-although the Joker is indeed like a shadow to many Gotham people.

He hasn't slept more than four hours since yesterday, and now he is sitting here and yawning continuously.

"Bruce, you've been watching it for a long time." Dick complained, he also stayed up for a long time in order to accompany his old father.

How long did Bruce stay up at night, and how long did the loyal butler stay with him, and he didn't look very good when he handed a cup of espresso to Bruce: "I hope someone can realize that this is the eighth cup of coffee I handed today gone."

Bruce, who was leaning on the seat, pinched his eyebrows, took the coffee cup handed by Ah Fu, and lowered his head to take a sip of the bitter coffee. .

If Barry took a sip, he would definitely wrinkle his face from the bitterness of the coffee, but Bruce kept a calm face. He was used to this taste, and this taste stayed with him late at night until dawn.

So Ah Fu raised his voice: "Maybe I should say something—tonight is Christmas Eve."

The dozing Dick's ears perked up: "Ah Fu, will there be cookies?"

At this time, only the old butler's cookies could make Dick feel warm.

Facing the young master Ah Fu, he couldn't lose his temper, his eyes softened a little, and Ah Fu said softly: "Of course, Master Dick, maybe you can have a good sleep in the room after eating the cookies."

Dick immediately cheered and ran out of the Batcave, leaving only Alfred and Bruce.

It was another cup of espresso, and sometimes Ah Fu couldn't help but suspect that the child he saw growing up might not be a flesh and blood body under the clothes, but a machine covered and wrapped in human flesh and blood.

After all, machines can work continuously without sleep, but humans cannot.

In addition to staring at the clown, Bruce even picked up Penguin, Poison Ivy and other famous villains in Gotham. Although this is not good for the body, it is also useful.

At least it helped Batman thwart Poison Ivy's plan the night before, and caught Penguin's drug-trafficking evidence a week before and sent him to jail.

But only the Joker, calm and the exact opposite of how he swaggered out of Arkham.

"Master, you need to rest." A Fu said, he looked at the watch on his wrist: "It's already three o'clock in the afternoon."

But Bruce was silent for a moment, watching the clown who was shaking the light orange wine in the glass on the monitor and said silently: "I just want to wait."

He looked at the glass of orange wine, and suddenly asked, "Is that glass of wine a screwdriver?"

After he finished speaking, he saw the clown on the surveillance camera jumping off the seat with a wine glass and swaggering towards the door of the bar.

But after only taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, then raised his head and stared at the monitor hanging on the wall.

The clown cheerfully stood on tiptoe and waved his hand towards the monitor, then raised his wine glass to the monitor from a distance, as if toasting Bruce in the bat cave a few kilometers away, he took a sip of the wine in the glass Then, he raised the corners of his mouth with his fingers, showing a smile.

It was a ferocious and malicious smile.

Then, he slowly lowered his hand, took out a gun from behind him, and smashed the monitor with a bang.

The screen went completely black.

Bruce's face was cold and serious, with ice in his steel blue eyes.

He stood up abruptly from his seat, strode towards the place where the Batmobile was placed, the black cloak behind him curved sharply.

"Ah Fu, contact Superman."

Bruce said coldly: "He's about to start, with Luther."

Ah Fu immediately pressed the button to contact Superman, but he still didn't understand a little bit.

"Master, how do you know that the clown found Luther?" Ah Fu asked.

Bruce said calmly, "He drank wine."

"On the first day after leaving Arkham, he ordered a glass of Pinklady at five o'clock in the afternoon, a glass of tequila at four o'clock in the afternoon on the second day, and a matador at three o'clock in the afternoon on the third day..."

"Today is the sixth day, at three o'clock, this time it's the screwdriver."

"The combination of those letters is Luthor."

"He's telling me—he's teamed up with Luthor."

作者有话要说：如果有bug，怪我脑子不够用。感谢在2020-11-0823:31:37~2020-11-1122:57:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: I resigned from Chang'an to come to one;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of deicide;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!