[Comprehensive British and American] Don't rush, the angel beast is evolving

Luo Xia was lying on the bed, pressing his fingers quickly on the screen, and message bubbles flew towards the dialogue bar on the other side like bullets fired rapidly.

"You'd never guess where we went today! We flew almost all over the planet!"

"I grabbed a car with ease!"

"I also heard you swearing in Gotham!!"

He paused slightly when he typed the last sentence,? Then added an emoji expression of "cold sweat and smile", and continued to send: "Brother,? You seem to be in a bad mood."

On the other end of the phone conversation bar, Jason Todd, who was holding the phone, smiled coldly in the safe room.

—Anyone who not only loses his motorcycle but runs into Batman on his way back to Gotham isn't going to be in a good mood.

While replying to Rorschach, he opened a can of Coke with one hand and replied, "Oh, so this is why Superman's search index skyrocketed in the past 24 hours?"

"You should look at the real-time trends. Now the whole world is discussing Superman's new look,? They suspect that Superman may say goodbye to us."

Rorschach: "?"

He hurriedly opened his Twitter and quickly found the latest trends in the United States. The trending search for "#Superman" was indeed at the top.

He clicked on the topic and found that many accounts were posting the same photo: On the San Francisco Bridge, Clark was helping to hold a bus that was about to fall off the bridge, and he was floating beside Clark, comforting the bus. The terrified passengers.

In the photo, Clark's gray hair contrasted sharply with his golden hair, which was all combed back.

They didn't get a picture of his face, but they got a good picture of the wrinkles on Clark's forehead.

Accounts that retweeted the photo were asking,? What happened to Superman.Why is he so old all of a sudden, and who is that guy next to Superman?Is it true that Superman has already begun to cultivate an heir for himself?

Rorschach: ...?

Male, male mother?

But soon, their speculation became more and more outrageous.

Some people say that Superman became like this overnight because of a trick in the fight against super criminals. Some people say that maybe Superman's ability has begun to fail, so he suddenly brought a successor. It is said that Superman has been on the earth for too long, and the environment of the earth is not suitable for Superman to survive...

Many of them made some dangerous remarks. For example, some people said that Superman in this shape looks exactly like the sugardaddy they have lost for many years. Some people said that Superman is more attractive than before, and what’s more, he is still popular. In the forwarding, she cried bitterly and said that she is willing to jump under the San Francisco Bridge now, in exchange for a close contact with Superman, and take the opportunity to savor how strong the muscular chest is.

But gradually, the trend of the topic began to change. Some accounts started posting pictures of people from the motherland one after another, with texts saying: "Superman is old, we still have the people from the motherland #Homelander", "The people from the motherland #Homelander are our own Superheroes”, “We need #Homelander”…

Every one of those refined photos of the people in the motherland is radiant, with blue eyes like the sea and bright smiles.

There is a photo of him helping a fallen cyclist in the sun. He bowed his waist slightly and looked at the rider who fell on the ground. Half of his body was covered by the dazzling sunlight, like a saint walking out of the yellow sun's rays. son.

Looking at this photo, Luo Xia always felt a strange feeling in his heart——

This photo is so similar to the composition of those secretly photographed photos that Clark circulated on the Internet.Whether it is the angle of the camera or the lighting behind it, it seems to have been carefully designed, subtly revealing traces of imitating Clark.

... The people of the motherland seem to be creating a public persona similar to Clark.

Suppressing the discomfort, he saved the photo to his mobile phone album, frowned and continued to implement the trend, and then found that in this short period of time, the keywords of "#Homelander" had begun to climb, while In the topic of Superman, some people are slowly raising doubts.

——Since January of this year, Superman seems to be very wrong.

He suddenly searched the world for something, then disappeared for several months, only recently reappearing in the public eye, and the Justice League has not issued an official statement explaining the change in Superman's appearance.

This has to make people wonder, in the face of the sudden appearance of the up-and-coming natives of the motherland, is Superman no longer willing to communicate with the earthlings?Is he still willing to protect the planet like before?Or does he want to take a backseat and let the new generation of superheroes replace him?

Superman...will he still be their Superman?

The more Rorschach looked, the more he frowned. After he finally couldn't help but refute a tweet that supported the replacement of Superman by the people of the motherland, he turned off Twitter and looked out the window thinking.

Outside the window sill, the starry sky in the summer night is clear and clear, the night is like water, and the moonlight is soft and bright.

He knew that as long as he called out to Clark, Clark would immediately appear in front of him.Clark made him the happiest day ever, and he felt for the first time what it was like to fly in the sky like a bird.

He couldn't help thinking that a person who can fly in the blue sky forever should be as happy as the wind.

—But Clark, why are you so unhappy?

Luo Xia sat on the window sill with his notebook in his arms. He spread the notebook on his lap, took a ballpoint pen, and wrote and drew on the paper.

In this notebook, everything he realized about his past was recorded.

He turned to the last page, crossed out the entry for Superman (suspected), and rewrote a name—Clark Kent.

As the ballpoint pen slid the last trace on the paper, some images appeared in his mind like a movie flashback—it seemed that many years ago, he also turned his head and saw Clark's face on such a summer night.

That Clark's face was young and handsome, without any trace of age, his blue eyes were deeper and bluer than now, and when he looked at him, his eyes were full of tenderness and throbbing.

Rorschach couldn't help stretching out his hand towards this Clark, and shouted softly, "Clark—"

His center of gravity suddenly lost his balance due to the movement of reaching out his hand, his body leaned forward, and he swooped down from the window sill on the third floor, but plunged into a broad and hard chest he was familiar with.

The person he missed caught him as he fell, and he fell into Clark's arms under the summer night sky.

Even the wind carries the slight fragrance of paulownia paulownia.

Clark looked down at him, with a crystal drop of water hanging from the tip of his hair, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

Luo Xia couldn't hide his excitement and said: "I just remembered something, Clark, I saw us walking together on the path in the field, and I saw you, but you seem to be a little—"

He tilted his head in doubt, "There seems to be something different about you. Ah, yes, your eyes seem to be a little bluer than now—"

Clark froze in his arms.

His voice sounded a little dry: "You can remember those things, that's good, maybe your memory will slowly recover."

"Hmm, of course, after I recover my memory, I will know how we met before!" Rorschach said briskly. He turned his eyes and saw Clark's wet hair and cloak again, and he was a little anxious. Ask: "Where did you go just now? Why did you get wet, go into the room quickly, and I'll get you a towel to wipe it off."

"A submarine cable broke in the Newfoundland Basin just now, and I went to help them repair the cable," Clark said, "Then I heard you calling me—don't sit on the windowsill in the future, you almost fell down again, that's it It's not fun, baby."

Rorschach said "I know, I know", but he didn't hear his words at all. He pulled Clark into the room from the window sill, and said worriedly: "You're all soaked, look, even your shoes are wet." Wet!"

Clark looked down at his wet red boots and the wet footprints on the carpet in Rorschach's room, and stooped decisively to take off his boots.

Rorschach took out a dry towel and looked at Clark's cloak that was still dripping, "Or you can change to my dry clothes."

Clark looked at him with some amusement, "It's okay, you know I won't catch a cold."

"But how uncomfortable it is to wear wet clothes," said Rorschach holding a bath towel. He commanded Clark to lower his head and help Clark wipe his wet hair. "Go to the bathroom and take a shower, and I will give you Find something bigger."

"No need, Rorschach—"

Clark still refused, but Rorschach had already pushed him into the bathroom—of course, with Rorschach's strength, it was impossible to shake Superman anyway, but Clark didn't want Rorschach to feel frustrated. According to his wishes, he walked helplessly into the bathroom.

Rorschach bent over to turn on the shower head, and put his finger under the shower to measure the water temperature. Clark stood behind him with a smile and said, "It's okay even if you turn it on to the hottest, Rorschach."

"That can't be done. I don't want you to bathe in too hot water. Even if you're a Superman," Luo Xia leaned his upper body on the edge of the bathtub, lowered his waist, and leaned out, revealing a flexible and fair neck, with a twisted waist. It formed a charming arc. He tried the water temperature for a long time, and finally felt that it was about the same. When he just stood up and turned around, his gaze fell into Clark's smiling eyes behind him, "Try—"

His words stopped abruptly, Clark was standing too close to him, and when he turned around, he was almost on Clark's chest.

The handsome and charming face of the elderly looked down at him just a few centimeters away from him. Although the light in the bathroom was bright, it made his heart burn.

Rorschach's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he quickly mustered up the courage to hug Clark's neck on tiptoe, and kissed him on the lips.

This ardent and sincere kiss made Clark breathe tight. He hugged Rorschach's waist and pressed Rorschach's head with one hand, continuing to deepen the kiss.

Their lips and teeth intersected, and they kissed passionately and emotionally. Rorschach only felt dizzy for a while, and he was already hugged by Clark on his waist.

His back was pressed against the cold tiles in the bathroom, his feet were in the air, and even the slippers fell off his feet. He could only step on Clark's bare instep with his toes. On the blue veins on his body, he curled up slightly.

"Uh, uh...uh—" He was so soft from Clark's kiss, he whimpered softly like a cat purring from his throat, his ears were hot, and he felt that his body was almost not his own. The living skin was burning, so that he no longer had the slightest strength.

Clark supported his waist with one hand, and put the other behind his head, covering Rorschach tightly in his arms.

Rorschach was breathless from his kiss, his face was getting more and more red, his toes were rubbing against Clark's instep, Clark frowned, and the back of his hand holding his waist was showing veins.

Rorschach's head was about to faint, he raised the sole of his foot, and gently kicked Clark's calf: "Um...Clark, um..."

"Baby..." Clark's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper. He withdrew from Rorschach's lips, and saw that there was still a little glistening saliva at the corner of Rorschach's mouth, which reflected the two lips like two frozen in jelly. A piece of rose petals, eyes suddenly became more and more deep.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, his arms tightened unconsciously, and he was about to bend down to kiss the star again, when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside Rorschach's room.

The knock on the door seemed to have awakened Rorschach. He opened his eyes wide, jumped out of Clark's arms, and ran out of the bathroom to open the door. His wrists trembled when he unscrewed the handle.

Nora's face appeared behind the door.

She was wearing a nightgown with overlapping collars, holding a glass of milk in her hand, and looked at Rorschach with a smile: "Did you forget to drink milk again, baby?"

"Ah, oh, yes, yes!" Luo Xia hurriedly took the glass of milk, his eyes flicked around, but he didn't dare to look at her.

Nora looked at his wet short sleeves suspiciously: "What were you doing just now?"

Luo Xia's face turned red: "——I'm about to take a bath, Mom! Okay, okay, I'm going to take a shower first..."

He pushed her around coquettishly, closed the door, and Nora still said, "Don't forget to drink the milk—"

"Understood, Mom!" Rorschach replied with a loud voice, closing the door nervously and locking it.

Rorschach held the glass of milk and put it aside, so nervous that he walked back to the bathroom on the same hands and feet. As soon as he opened the bathroom door, Clark hugged his waist directly.

He heard Clark laughing low above his head, his chest vibrating, "Do you not like low-fat milk so much?"

"I don't really dislike drinking. I finished the bottle of milk you prepared for me last time. I just don't like having to drink the low-fat milk that Nora gave me in the refrigerator every day, because I I always forget." Rorschach said with a blushing face.

Clark held him in his arms, clasped his waist with both hands, and lifted him onto the sink. The two looked at each other for a moment. Rorschach's face was burning hot, and he wanted to close his legs unnaturally. , but was held down by Clark's knee.

He sat on the sink, and Clark gently pressed two kisses on his forehead, then squatted down on his knees.

Luo Xia's toes were all curled up together, and there was even a bit of crying in his voice: "No more, woo, Clark... woo..."

But he couldn't push Clark away at all, even the strength to hug Clark's head was pitifully weak, his fingers trembled, he whimpered intermittently, and finally almost cried out: "Uh, uh... Clark..."

He was soft and soft, like a beautiful cloud in the sky, and his whole body was soft in Clark's arms.Clark stood up to catch him, crossed his fingers, supported his body, and lifted him into the air.Rorschach quickly grabbed Clark's neck, while Clark pecked his lips and sighed softly: "...Why are you so sweet, baby."

That special smell made Rorschach's face turn red, and he whispered anxiously: "Don't, don't swallow it...!"

"It's okay," Clark kissed him again, "it's sweet."

Rorschach's heart was beating so fast that he was dizzy from the touch of Clark's skin. Clark hugged him tightly and let him lie on his chest like a pony. He was like all docile The foal was held by the rein like a pony, completely controlled by Clark, and dazedly leaned against Clark begging for a kiss.

Like a patient suffering from dependence, he never wanted to be separated from Clark for a moment. A pair of trembling eyelashes swept across Clark's tall nose repeatedly, making Clark even more enthusiastic, but he still held the star carefully, repeatedly Kiss the cheeks of the stars.

Rorschach whimpered unbearably in Clark's arms, clutching Clark's collar blankly, holding the wet red cloak with his fingers clearly weak, rubbing his heels against Clark, and yelled pitifully: "Clark , Clark... Clark..."

He didn't know how everything happened afterwards.Before he realized it, he was already sitting in the bathtub hugged by Clark, like a small boat in a storm, and he didn't even have time to breathe.

Clark kept kissing him and running his fingers through his hair.He cried and fell down like duckweed. Under the washing of the water, the bathtub was full of splashes. He burst into tears and hiccupped from crying: "Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Clark... ..."

His sanity was almost broken, he babbled and didn't know what he was talking about, his tears and saliva flowed in a mess, and he held his stomach delicately: "Stomach, woo, stomach is going to break, Clark... woo— —”

Clark quickly took a look with his clairvoyant eyes, and confirmed that Rorschach was just talking nonsense while unconscious. Then he was relieved and continued to grab Rorschach's hand and kiss his cheek.

During their days in Washington, Clark would read to Rorschach a picture book of fairy tales called "Joseph and His Star" in addition to "Phaedrus", which always made him drowsy.

In the story, Joseph, an ordinary farm boy, accidentally saw a small star falling from the sky one day.

This little goose-yellow star exuding a soft radiance cried in Joseph's palm, "I don't want to come here, I don't want to, I want to go home..."

Joseph asked the stars curiously: "Why? The fields here are fragrant with wheat, the mountains are full of lovely wild berries in autumn, the snow is as soft as a quilt in winter, and you can fish in spring...Why do you want to go back? "

This little goose yellow star is pet-loving and delicate. It patted Joseph's palm and complained softly: "Because no one on this planet loves me... I need love to keep my good-looking light, no more Love, I'll be a dim star."

Joseph looked at his star and smiled.

He sat on the haystack by the field, holding the proud star in his hand, and said in the summer night breeze: "It's okay, I can love you if I come, I will always love you until you don't Willing to stay by my side again. I will let you always shine, always brighter than the stars in the sky. Because from the first time I saw you, I felt that you belonged to my star."

The author has something to say: it has been changed.

The strange dialogue and strange connection of the characters in the middle of this chapter is because the author has already known the mistake and corrected it. It is not that the character suddenly lost his intelligence. Readers, gentlemen, please understand.

The new outline has been written!

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感谢在2021-07-11?00:14:19~2021-07-13?15:38:52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 grenade: Han? 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: ZERO? 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: Gan? 50 bottles;

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