[Zhongyingmei] Did Dachao confess today?

The weather in the metropolis today is not so good. The originally clear sky is now covered by layers of dark clouds, and the bright sun is blocked behind the thick clouds. This modern metropolis is full of energy when there is no sunny day. It has become a little dark and depressing a lot.

Maybe it was because of the expectation that there would be a rain coming, and there were a lot fewer pedestrians on the streets of the metropolis, most of them were urban white-collar workers with briefcases on their backs.

After all, prices in the metropolis are not cheap, and hard work is the only way to survive here.

Joshua doesn't go to work today, and he has nothing to go after running. He took a slow walk to the Metropolitan Square as usual. He checked the weather forecast, and it said that the rain would arrive in half an hour. Joshua I thought I would just sit for 10 minutes.

Ten minutes was enough time for him to trot home.

He walked to the square of the metropolis, and there was a circular flower bed in the center of the square, with colorful flowers planted in the middle, which usually looked very beautiful, but Joshua did not come here to see the colorful flowers here, he Sitting on the edge of the flower bed, his eyes quietly fell to the tall Superman statue standing tens of meters away from the flower bed.

Superman half-kneeled on the ground, his face carved in stone was solemn and solemn, just like the gods painted on the walls of the church.He looked straight ahead, with his hands stretched out slightly to reveal his palms, and his eyes calmly and indifferently watched everyone coming and going in the Metropolitan Square. Joshua, who was sitting on the edge of the flower bed in the middle, was sitting in the center of the statue's field of vision. .Fastest update..()/../

Stone Superman seemed to be looking at him, but he didn't seem to see it.

Joshua raised his head slightly, looked at the huge statue and was a little lost. He thought, this statue is really big.

His body is like a hill, and Joshua is like an ant under his feet.

This Kryptonian who was born out of nowhere appeared in front of the world for the first time. Like a shining star, he continuously radiates his light and warmth to the surroundings. He attracts everyone's attention. Humans love and admire him. He is more in awe of him.

But over time, awe is always greater than admiration.

Some people criticized this alien visitor with fierce words, saying that he would bring disasters to the earth, and that the powerful monster-like Kryptonian could conquer the entire earth in an instant with a single thought. Some people believed it, while others did not. , This kind of speech was just a spark at first, but now it has a growing trend.

Humans are always full of fear of unknown creatures, Joshua understands, but doesn't agree.

Joshua didn't believe in those Kryptonian threats. He once stood on the battlefield and looked up at Superman's blue eyes. What he read from them was not divinity, but humanity.

This is the difference, Joshua can see, water the grown-up children with love and warmth, and never hurt anyone.

So Joshua has always been dissatisfied with this statue. This statue only carves out Superman's god-like face, and carves out his solemnity and solemnity, but it doesn't carve out Superman's blue eyes that are as vast and inclusive as the sky at all. .

Even on a bolder guess, Joshua felt that Superman himself might not like it either.

But there is no way to do this. When the statue was sculpted, Superman himself couldn't stand in front of it and look at the statue, right?

When Joshua thought about it, he felt relieved. He still sat quietly by the flower bed and looked up at the Superman statue, but suddenly, he felt a little wet on his face.

He stretched out his hand to wipe it, and there was a little water mark, and the water mark quickly evaporated under Joshua's body temperature, but then one or two drops, fine and dense rain fell continuously, and this rainwater wiped the water away. Joshua's hair was wet, and the solemn and solemn statue was smudged a little darker.

The rain fell into Superman's black eyes, softening a little of the indifference of the Superman statue.

It's raining.

Joshua stayed for a while, subconsciously thinking that he would never believe the weather forecast of the metropolis again.

Now that it was raining, naturally he couldn't stay in this place for a long time. Joshua hurriedly wanted to leave to take shelter from the rain, but before he had taken two steps, a small shadow suddenly cast over his head.

The shadow separated the dense rain, and Joshua smelled the faint fragrance of cologne.

The summer breeze blew over with damp moisture, and the bangs on Joshua's forehead were blown.

Joshua looked up and saw a simple-colored plaid umbrella. The person holding the umbrella was also wearing a plain-colored plaid shirt, with a pair of dull black-rimmed glasses on his face.

However, the appearance seems ordinary, but he has a good figure that makes people shine. Even a plain plaid shirt can't stop the smooth and strong muscles under the clothes.

Clark held up the umbrella, slightly lowered his head and smiled at the little doctor with confused eyes.

"Hello."

He said.

The kind-hearted man who held the umbrella for Joshua was called Clark Kent, and he was a reporter for the "Daily Planet", the largest newspaper in the metropolis.

Joshua and Clark found out about this matter when they walked into a coffee shop together and had a few chats.

I don't know why, maybe it was Clark's simple and honest face that made Joshua let down his vigilance, maybe it was Clark's act of protecting him from the rain that made him feel a little warm. After Joshua thanked him, the two of them were on the side of the Metropolitan Street In a coffee shop in my hometown, I started talking without saying a word.

"I work as a doctor at the Children's Hospital of the Metropolitan."

Joshua introduced himself, there are not many people in the coffee shop, and there is a faint aroma of mellow coffee in the air.

"That's a great job."

The little reporter in a plain shirt praised: "However, it is not easy to deal with children."

Joshua thinks it's okay. It may be really difficult to be a children's doctor, but it's just like that when he sees a lot of children.

What's more, when he was a child, Joshua had dealt with "big kids" who were much more noisy than kids, so he had some experience.

But Joshua didn't say that.

I'm afraid Tony won't be too happy.

So he shook his head with a smile, and asked the little reporter in front of him in a slightly curious tone, "Isn't it tiring to be a reporter?"

"Clark, what sector are you in charge of?"

Clark in front of him was a little shy. Although he was a reporter, he was only in charge of an inconspicuous sports section in the editorial department of Planet Daily, and he was often deducted by the editor-in-chief because of his responsibility to save the world.

"Sports," Clark said softly.

Joshua blinked. He doesn't like to read newspapers, but thinking that sports has always attracted a lot of attention, he subconsciously thinks this is a good section.

So he raised his eyebrows, raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Wow, that's pretty good."

Clark became even more ashamed. He lowered his head unnaturally and scratched his brown hair, not daring to meet the little doctor's eyes.

"Actually, it's just average."

He spoke softly again, wondering if Joshua could hear him.

It was still raining outside, and the rain hit the glass of the bright and clean coffee shop, leaving a series of winding water marks, which somewhat blurred the faces of the two people sitting by the glass.

The waiter in the coffee shop brought two cups of hot coffee. Joshua's was cappuccino. He never liked hardship, whether it was physical or psychological.So when I insisted on going to be a military doctor at the beginning, it also caught the eyes of many people.But now that he is no longer a military doctor, Joshua still can't bear the hardships. Even the coffee he wants to drink is sweet cappuccino, and he has to pour several packets of sugar.

But Clark is different. The simple and honest little reporter looks honest and honest, but what he drinks is an exceptionally mature and stable espresso.

Joshua couldn't help wrinkling his nose just by smelling the bitter taste.

Clark's eyes were sharp, seeing the little doctor's strange expression, he immediately asked nervously, "Is there any problem?"

He lowered his head and began to smell anxiously whether there was any strange smell on his body. In front of the person he likes, it is always necessary to maintain perfection.

However, he is not conscious of his current attire, and if Bruce Wayne sees it, he must say a few words.

Who would have thought that in the wardrobe of the famous Superman, apart from the formal clothes that must be used on specific occasions, there are only plaid shirts of different styles and colors?

Joshua waved his hand.

"No, I smell your coffee."

Joshua was not so embarrassed, his blue eyes and Clark looked at each other, and said with a smile: "I don't like the bitter taste of coffee very much."

Clark was thoughtful, and silently remembered this in his heart.

Maybe I will have to prepare a lot of candy in the future.

This little idea in Clark's heart was not known to anyone, and the two of them gently stirred the coffee in the cup with a small spoon, and began to taste it quietly.

Joshua was very quiet. He held the coffee cup and blew lightly to dissipate the heat, then lowered his eyes and took a sip slowly.

Clark had good eyesight. Looking at Joshua's downcast eyes, he felt that Joshua's pale golden eyelashes were so long that they seemed to be able to catch a drop of water.

It was still raining outside the window, and there were only pedestrians hurrying by with umbrellas on the street.

Joshua took a sip and put down his glass to look out the window. There was a statue of Superman outside. It was far away, and the statue of Superman in his sight became much smaller due to the distance. The drizzle fell on it, covering the solemn statue. A layer of soft light.

It seems to have become a lot more approachable.

Joshua watched quietly through the glass, and a gentle smile gradually appeared on his beautiful face.

"Do you like Superman very much?"

Clark asked aloud, and he was a little embarrassed when he saw Joshua's betting gaze. He was also afraid that Joshua would think he was meddling, so he stammered to explain to himself.

"I just, watched you stare at that statue for a long time."

But Joshua didn't mind the sudden question from the little reporter he just met. He bent his eyes, and his soft blond hair lay on his forehead, making him look limp.

"Yes, I really like Superman very much." Joshua said without being shy at all, and looked very proud.

In his heart, liking Superman is nothing to be ashamed of, and he is happy to let everyone who knows him know that he likes Superman.

"Who wouldn't like Superman?" Joshua asked slyly, "Don't you?"

Clark certainly wouldn't say he didn't like it, and he wasn't his good brother Bruce Wayne, who would criticize his pretended Batman in front of all the media as a coward who only dared to uphold justice in the dark.

So he nodded, his smile was a little sunny.

"I would also like."

I like myself, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

"But..." Joshua turned around and looked at the Superman statue there.

"I don't like the statue very much."

If he was a Superman statue in the rain, Clark thought, he might cry secretly.

How sad it must be that Joshua doesn't like himself.

"why?"

Clark asked.

Joshua lowered his head and took another sip of coffee.

"Maybe... it's just my personal opinion. I think this statue is a bit unreasonable."

Although dignified and solemn, he does not have the gentle heart of Superman.

Clark looked at the blurred statue covered by water marks outside the glass, and smiled slightly.

"Yes, you are right."

Joshua raised his head in surprise and looked at the little reporter he had just met. The little blue-eyed reporter blinked at him and said with a smile, "I also think this statue is not very good."

"Maybe Superman will be a little more grounded."

Few would agree with Joshua when he said the Superman statue was unkind, Clark being the first.

Joshua's mood became joyful. He looked at the tall and strong little reporter opposite him with some enthusiasm.

"How grounded is it?"

Clark showed a thoughtful expression, he thought seriously for a moment, and then picked up the coffee cup.

"Maybe like this, drinking a cup of bitter coffee like a normal person."

Warm coffee touched his lips, and Clark gulped it down.

Even r, who saves the world, is an ordinary person who can drink coffee quietly.

Joshua seemed to really envision the statue of Superman drinking coffee, then raised his eyebrows and smiled happily.

"exactly."

"Superman drinks coffee too."