[Zhongyingmei] Did Dachao confess today?

This is not quite right.

This, Clark thought, was not quite right.

His consciousness is very clear, he knows that he is in a dream.

Because he knows he has never experienced these things.

His body, which could easily jump over tall buildings, is now so heavy that it is difficult to lift his hands. His whole body seems to be sunk in a sticky swamp, unable to see the sun.

His breathing was painful, his actions were painful, and even the ticking mechanical sound heard by his ears seemed to be pierced into his brain like sharp iron needles.

Clark forced himself to look carefully, and in his unclear vision, he could only see the cold steel railings standing upright. He was sitting in the cage, like a caged animal.

Clark wanted to move himself, but this thin body was as calm as stagnant water.

It was clearly in his dream, but Clark felt he was heavy and out of breath.

If you can't move, don't move.

Clark thought so in his heart, and then continued to secretly observe everything in the dream.

It's not just as simple as a dream, Clark felt that he might be watching someone's memories.

Perhaps, Clark thought, this was my memory.

In front of the iron cage, people in white coats were walking around outside the railings. Their faces had the same calmness and indifference, and they didn't look at Clark as if they were looking at humans with the same appearance as them. It is an animal that can be slaughtered at will.

The god of the world who has always loved human beings and the world slightly raised his head to look up at those researchers with cold faces, he suddenly felt a chill, that chill climbed up his toes, turned into a cold silk thread and ruthlessly tore holding his heart.

Clark couldn't help shivering.

In fact, he was really trembling. In the dream, he curled up his thin body in a small corner of the iron cage, looking at the people coming and going in panic.

He is afraid.

Clark was a little distracted in the dream. He had never experienced fear before, which felt a little novel.

Only his enemies have always feared him, feared his strength, and feared his majesty.

But in fact, Superman, who looks like a god, is actually an ordinary citizen in private. He will have a headache because of the soaring rent in the metropolis, and he will live on a budget for the salary that is often not enough.

Just when Clark was distracted, the researchers with cold expressions left one by one in a short time, and the heavy door slowly closed, ending the day's torment.

The researchers were all gone, and Clark found that he had become more relaxed in his dream. He tried to stand up from the cold ground, supported himself step by step towards the iron railing with his weak hands and feet, and then sat down slowly. Someone was waiting by the railing.

Who, Clark thought, was he waiting for?

The answer seemed imminent.

The answer was soon revealed, and the originally closed door was opened again, but this time it was not those researchers with indifferent faces.

As Clark expected, the little doctor with blond hair sneaked in quietly.He was wearing the same big white coat as those researchers. Wearing the white coat on him was as funny as a child stealing an adult's clothes, and the belly covered by the clothes was bulging like a pregnant woman.

He is carrying something.

Clark guessed it, and the dream self looked up at Joshua who walked in quietly, his heart was pounding.

He is no longer a doctor, but a researcher, but Clark still likes to call him Little Doctor.

That touch of gold lit up Clark's lifeless pupils in the dream, and he stretched out his hand from the gap in the railing like a puppy begging for food, looking longingly at the little doctor who appeared.

As if he had done it a thousand times, Joshua, holding a pile of food, trotted to the railing and took out all the edible things from his bulging arms.

Things were scattered all over the floor, warm sandwiches, Japanese rice balls wrapped in plastic, and a bottle of mineral water.

"Are you hungry?"

The blond-haired little doctor stared at Clark in his dream with sky blue eyes full of pity, and stuffed the food he brought into Clark's hands, urging him to eat quickly.

But Clark in the dream didn't want to eat at all. He greedily stared at the delicate face of the little doctor beyond the railing, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance into his mind.

"Jo... Joshua."

In the dream, Clark called the little doctor's name in a hoarse voice, time and time again.

Joshua outside the railing suddenly had red eyes. He wrinkled his nose and kept wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, saying sorry over and over again.

Clark looked at the tearful Joshua, feeling as sad as if he had been soaked in sour water. He wanted to say something to comfort the crying little doctor, but this body was out of his control. He looked at the dream Li stretched out his hand to gently wipe the little doctor's tears, and said over and over again in a jerky and weird tone: "Don't cry... Joshua, don't cry."

The little doctor held his thin hand like a chicken claw, and smiled at Clark, holding back tears: "Okay, I won't cry."

"Little Xingxing." Joshua comforted Clark in the cage, and a little bit of bitterness appeared on his beautiful face: "You don't have a name, and I don't want to call you an experimental product, so I named you this myself, do you like it?" ?"

Probably worried that Clark would not like it, he asked again.

"do you like it?"

Clark in the dream didn't know what Little Star was, but that didn't stop him from liking the name.

Clark likes it too.

Joshua's tenderness is hidden in this name.

Clark in the dream nodded and agreed to Joshua calling him Little Star.

Because other researchers would only call him an experimental product, a monster, and an alien, but no researcher would ever call him Little Star.

Except Joshua.

Clark in the dream felt that this was a very sweet name, as sweet as the dimples on Joshua's smile.

"When you fell, you looked like a shooting star. It's so beautiful." Joshua leaned against the railing and talked with Clark holding hands. Snacks were scattered all over the floor, but neither of them picked it up.

"You were a little star back then, and now you're a big star."

They leaned close to each other through the iron railing, as long as this was enough.

Joshua: "But I was not born at that time, and I didn't see it with my own eyes. I could only watch the meteor in the later video tape."

"Later when I came here, I realized that you were contained in that little star."

"...you were supposed to be a little star twinkling in the sky."

Joshua's voice was filled with tears again.

Clark didn't speak, he looked down and held the little doctor's hand carefully, as if he was holding a rare gem.

Perhaps sensing Clark's absent-mindedness, Joshua was a little distressed. He didn't stop Clark from kneading and kneading his hands, and began to tell Clark about the outside world.

There is a vast grassland outside, where fat cattle, sheep and horses will run on the grassland; there is an uninhabited desert, where camels carry goods to form a silk road; there is an unfathomable ocean, where huge and mysterious whales Traveling in the deep sea; there is a blue sky, and birds with wings are flying freely in the sky.

The scene described by the little doctor was too beautiful, but the only audience only showed blank eyes.

He has never been out of this narrow cage, so how can he imagine that wonderful world?

"Xing Xing, do you want to go out? It's just the two of us, get out of here."

Joshua asked softly, but Clark in the dream only noticed the second half of the sentence.

How wonderful to be with Joshua forever.

In the dream, Clark nodded happily. He didn't care about the grassland, desert, ocean, and sky that Joshua said.

He only has Joshua in his eyes who will treat him well.

But Clark understood, because he had seen all the wonderful scenes Joshua described.

Even if Joshua in the dream couldn't see it, Clark couldn't help nodding.

"I would." He said softly.

But Joshua in the dream couldn't hear it.

"You wait for me, I will find a way to take you out."

There was a relieved smile on his face, and Joshua held Clark's hand in the dream, as if making a promise, "I will definitely take you out."

Clark woke up.

When he opened his eyes, the sky was still black, dotted with sparse twinkling stars, he looked blankly at the dark sky outside the window, and then reached out his hand to touch the corner of his eyes.

He wept.

Everything in the dream was so real that it seemed too absurd.

The heart in his chest was pounding, and Clark couldn't sleep, so he rolled over from the bed.

As a Kryptonian, he will never get tired as long as he can always be exposed to the light of the yellow sun, and sleeping for humans is just following the laws of life that humans should have.

He couldn't fall asleep, so he poured himself a glass of water and drank it all, then sat in the cold and dark room and thought about everything in his dream.

Clark suddenly missed the little doctor who lived in an apartment in the metropolis.

He wants to see him.

I could go see him, Clark thought.

But what do you think?Visiting rashly will scare the ignorant Joshua, but sneaking around is really not Superman's style.

Clark was very distressed, and after careful consideration, he decided to sneak to see the little doctor.

Before he had time to change his clothes, he sneaked out of the window in his thin pajamas. The metropolis at night was quiet and beautiful, and the gentle night wind blew across Clark's cheeks with a hint of coolness. In the dark, he flew secretly to the high-end apartment where the little doctor lived.

In the transparent glass, the little doctor's fair and delicate face was sunk in the soft pillow, probably because he was afraid of the heat, he was only covered with a thin layer of towel quilt, and his smooth thighs were half covered under the towel quilt. The cheeks are a little red.

He knew what he was doing was wrong, and it didn't conform to Wei Guangzheng's image as a superman at all.

But he couldn't help it.

Through the transparent glass, he quietly looked at Joshua's peaceful sleeping face, at his slightly flushed ear tips and slightly parted red lips.

Clark's heart was so soft that he couldn't wait to share it with others, so he took out his mobile phone and desperately searched for the names in his mobile phone address book, but at this point in time, there was only one person who knew Joshua and was still awake.

His dear best friend, Batman, the nightmare of Gotham's criminals.

Clark was a little hesitant. If he called Bruce because of this incident, he would definitely see a piece of kryptonite shining green on the table in the watchtower tomorrow. In fact, almost everyone in the Justice League faced the expressionless bat When you are a hero, you will feel guilty.

Then Joshua in the bedroom turned over, he seemed to have had a good dream, and his mouth was muttering in his sleep.

Clark's super hearing came in handy at this time. Even through the tempered glass, he could easily hear the little doctor in his sleep chanting Superman.

Clark's mind went blank, and he rolled several times in mid-air. When he regained consciousness, the slightly irritable hoarse voice of his good brother Bruce could already be heard in his ears.

"Superman, what's the matter with you?"

Clark guessed that Bruce might be looking down on Gotham from the top of the Gotham Building, because he heard the whistling wind from the receiver.

Clark, who had regained consciousness, was already a little guilty, and he fingered the smooth case on the back of the phone without saying a word.

Bruce's voice grew colder.

"Did you sneak off to see that little doctor again?"

God knows how long it took Superman to suppress the tweet that day when he landed in a small fruit shop to fight criminals.

As expected of Detective Bruce, he knew everything without telling him!

Clark smiled mischievously, held the phone and said softly, "Bruce, Bruce, Joshua is asleep."

Clark smiled foolishly, without the wisdom that a god on earth would normally have.

"He looks so good sleeping."

Bruce: "..."

Bruce took a deep breath and decided not to argue with fools.

...don't care about shit.

Bruce: "Are you fucking courting death?"

Batman standing on the roof of the Gotham Building and blowing the icy sea breeze from Gotham Harbor told himself to keep his head calm, and Alfred in the headset said in a tone of disapproval: "Master."

Clark was sensitive to his good brother's uneasy tone, and he was not angry. He said cautiously, "Bruce, isn't it going well tonight?"

Batman, who had just beaten Penguin who was corrupt and evaded illegal money laundering and sent him to Arkham, sneered.

"If you don't want him to be discovered by your rival, you'd better go back to your little apartment."

The mobile phone in Clark's hand, which was floating in mid-air, almost fell, and his sanity returned. Clark thought of Lex Luthor who would bite him like a shark that smelled blood when he saw him, and felt a lot weaker in an instant .

Now Clark didn't dare to stay for a second, and hurriedly flew away from the little doctor's high-end apartment. It was one thing for him to want to see the little doctor, but it was another thing to hope that the little doctor would be safe.

"Sorry, Bruce." Clark and Bruce apologized, "I just couldn't help it."

"I miss him so much."

Bruce on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment. He could probably guess why, but it wasn't for no reason.

"Did you dream again?"

Clark hummed.

Bruce: "What did you dream about?"

Clark thought about all kinds of things in the dream, and the panic and pain before Joshua appeared still seemed to remain in his mind.

Clark: "I dreamed I was locked up."

Batman on the phone didn't say anything, but Clark could hear his breathing becoming heavy.

Batman, who was looking down at the night view of Gotham, said in a low voice: "The watchtower said."

Then he hung up the phone quickly.

Clark flew in the air and looked up at the bright moonlight, then turned and flew towards the watchtower.