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

Kryptonian blue eyes like the deep sky.A streak of amber slowly blooms across the vast expanse of sky, like dust from an exploding star that has traveled millions of light years to reach Earth.

Luo Xia's breathing was stagnant, his face flushed, and he opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't say anything.

He was completely shocked by Clark's shocking confession.His head has become a mess,? All kinds of emotions are mixed together, entangled,? Can't sort out his thoughts,? Don't know how to deal with it.

Just then, a bright flashlight shone on him.

He was stunned by the light and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, while Clark was startled and blurted out: "Mom?"

Following this cone of flashlight beams to the end, Martha's surprised face was illuminated in the dark.

She was wearing a knitted scarf, slippers on her feet, her hair was scattered behind her back, and she was holding a flashlight. Standing on the ridge of the field, she tilted her head and looked at Clark in puzzlement: "Clark, what are you doing standing here?" ?”

Clark almost floated straight up.He was flustered and panicked, and hurriedly hid Luo Xia behind his back: "I, I'm back... I'm coming back to find something."

Martha pulled up the scarf she was wearing, walked towards him, and said strangely: "What are you holding in your hand? Your dad and I heard the sound of your return before,? You took the medicine at home What was the box for? Clark, are you hurt?"

Rorschach was so frightened that the blood on his face faded in an instant. He desperately grabbed Clark's cuff, and burrowed into his palm, resolutely not wanting Martha to find him.

"I'm not injured," Clark backed back repeatedly to deny, "I took it to Metropolis, and a friend was injured."

Martha shone the flashlight on his face several times.She looked a little puzzled, knowing that the child was like a mother, and seeing Clark's expression, she knew that Clark was hiding something from her.

... what will happen?

Martha didn't ask, she looked at Clark, and changed the question: "What are you doing standing in front of Leonard's house?"

Clark's face turned red!

He faltered and said: "Uh... I, I..." He couldn't give a reasonable answer for a long time.

Clark was literally experiencing a social death for the first time in his life.

Martha took a step towards him, and he took a step back, his back almost touching the wall of Leonard's house.Martha felt more and more strange, she frowned, "...Clark?"

Clark: "I'm going back first, Mom!"

"Don't be in a hurry," Martha said, and she sighed, "Well, I won't ask you anymore, you've grown up, we should give you some privacy. Now that you're all back , then sleep at home tonight, I just changed your sheets today."

Clark: "Uh—I have something to do..."

Martha's expression was a little helpless, she smiled softly, "Clark, you have been very bad at hiding yourself since you were a child, I can tell if you are lying."

Clark didn't know what to say now.

His face was red as hell, and the shyness that he hadn't felt when he said those three words to Rorschach finally exploded again. He couldn't lift his head, like a big dog that had done something wrong, nervously following Ma Sha behind.

"mom……"

Martha looked back at him: "Aren't you leaving? Do you have to wake up Uncle Leonard and Auntie Leonard?"

Rorschach patted his palm uneasily in his hand, Clark put his hands behind his back, comforted Rorschach with his fingers, sighed helplessly, and followed Martha's footsteps.

They crossed a short ridge, walked through the cornfields behind the Kent farm, and returned to the home Clark knew best.

As soon as Martha entered the room, she turned on the light. Before the light illuminated the room, Clark quickly hid Rorschach under the cloak in less than a nanosecond.

"...Then I'll go upstairs and go to bed first, Mom, I'll go to bed early, and I'll go back to work tomorrow morning." Clark hurried into his room, his red boots stepped on the flimsy wooden stairs, crushing the entire cabin Shake gently.

Rorschach was so nervous in his hand that his heart was pounding. As soon as Clark closed the door, he couldn't wait to emerge from Clark's tiger's mouth, his two big eyes flashed like exquisite crystal buttons, and said angrily: "How can you... ...How could you take me to your house!" Clark said helplessly, "I can't... Martha asked me to stay and sleep, and I couldn't find an excuse to refuse her."

Luo Xia asked anxiously: "Then what should I do, I don't want to be seen by Martha and Jonathan, they will tell my parents..."

"I'll take you back tomorrow morning before they wake up," Clark put him gently on the pillow, "it's too late now, you can just rest here, okay?"

This small pillow is fluffy and soft, and the newly replaced floral cotton pillowcase still smells of washing powder that Clark used to have on his body. Rorschach sat on the pillow, suddenly in a trance——

Many, many years ago, he had also sat here, sleeping with Clark.

At that time, he was still his kitten.

He always curls up next to the little master's pillow, accompanying the little boy to grow up day by day.

As if in the blink of an eye, Clark changed from a Kryptonian boy with soft, wispy brown-black hair to this tall and handsome patron saint of the earth standing in front of him.

This Kryptonian idiot who grows up to hate him more and more keeps saying that he loves him...

Luo Xia's heart was in a mess, and his heart was beating wildly with uneven frequency. He put his palms on his knees awkwardly, and moved his body away, "Are you sleeping on the bed too? Can we squeeze in?"

Clark smiled slightly, "Your current proportion..." He gestured with his finger to measure the length of 5 inches, "No matter how narrow the bed is, it can be squeezed out."

Luo Xia gave him an annoyed look, "I will change back tomorrow!"

Clark smiled. He took off his cloak, took off his uniform, and walked out of the pair of tightly wrapped red boots. With bare broad shoulders and narrow waist, like a walking classical sculpture, he lay lightly on the bed.

"Don't take off your clothes indiscriminately!!" Luo Xia shook his head in a panic, and subconsciously turned his back not to look at him.

Clark let out a low laugh that rumbled through his chest behind him, "But I can't sleep in my uniform."

He turned Rorschach lightly, facing himself, and his Kryptonian blue eyes focused on him: "Are you shy?"

"Who's shy!" Rorschach hastily stretched out his hands to cover those deadly Kryptonian blue eyes, and covered Clark's eyes with two toy-like hands, "I'm getting bored seeing you every day!"

Clark gently grabbed his hand with his fingers, "But I can't get enough of you every day. What should I do? I'm so greedy, I just want to keep you in front of me."

Rorschach's eyes widened: "... hiccup."

In front of Clark's Kansas-style love story, he was so scared that he hiccupped.

Shamed and annoyed, he withdrew his hand like an electric shock, "Please stop talking, go to sleep!"

Clark laughed until his chest was shaking. He followed Rorschach, said "um", reached out to turn off the wall lamp, and said to Rorschach in the dark, "Go to sleep."

Rorschach turned over, turned his back to Clark, and faced out of the window, feeling uneasy, shy and at a loss. He couldn't figure it out, why did his relationship with Clark become like this?

The starlight shone on his face through the half-covered white embroidered curtains, and the tiredness of the day quickly rushed up. He turned over a few times, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

Clark listened patiently to his heartbeat, and waited until the heartbeat began to slow down, then he moved his body, stretched out his fingers, and gently touched Rorschach's face.

——The phone rings suddenly and inappropriately in the silence.

Clark quickly flew out of bed and hid in the bathroom to answer the phone.

It was Perry, the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Planet" newspaper.Just now, a small country in Central Asia suddenly launched a military assault on the capital of a neighboring country. He asked Clark to rush to the newspaper office for a meeting immediately, and write all reports related to this urgent news with everyone.

Clark immediately agreed. He sighed, rubbed the center of his brows, and closed his eyes in pain.

——Although, as a superman, he can save all innocent lives in the event of an accident, but as the chairman of the Justice League, which is independent of government agencies, he cannot intervene in conflicts between any country or region.

This is a tragedy that he has no right to interfere with, and these tragedies are repeated on this planet every day.

Between human groups and society, there will always be frictions due to interests, beliefs, and hatred. Each of these frictions will intensify into conflicts. Conflicts lead to wars, and endless wars continue to breed hatred. This is like being bound. The curse on the human race, which has won the evolutionary race of thousands of creatures by virtue of intelligence, is a stain on the glory of human great reason, and it is the destruction of human beings.

He often looks at the weather-beaten planet in low-Earth orbit in space.

When he closed his eyes, he heard the cries of all beings, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the world of suffering.

He loves all human beings...with a kind of compassion and fraternity close to a god, he wants to protect them more than anyone else, but he also knows that he can't do anything about it.

Clark changed into his suit and casual clothes. He couldn't bear to wake Rorschach up, so he left him a text message, telling the other party that he had to work overtime urgently, and he would come to pick him up in the metropolis tomorrow morning.

But what he didn't expect was that after he arrived at the newspaper and started working, until the next morning, Perry was still furious at the news headlines they came up with in the conference room. Take it back.

This directly led to, the next morning, Rorschach woke up with an exclamation.

He rubbed his eyes in a daze, his eyes were brightly illuminated by the dazzling morning sun, in order to avoid the dazzling morning light, he turned his head, and in his gradually clear vision, he saw Ma standing at the door with a shocked face. Sarah.

The brain that had fallen into laziness due to full sleep began to function. After realizing where he was lying, his mind suddenly erupted like a volcano, and there was a "boom", and he was completely stunned.

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

He didn't think about anything, he pulled the quilt up like an ostrich and buried himself in it, pretending it was a dream.

But Martha had already closed the door and came over, she tilted her head in doubt: "...Rorschach?"

Luo Xia's face was flushed red, his whole face was wrinkled, his shoulders curled up, and he covered his face with his hands, feeling that all the self-esteem and confidence he had built in his previous life collapsed in an instant.

Now, it was his turn to die socially.

Martha had already lifted the quilt with her hands, revealing Rorschach's face as red as a tomato under the quilt.

Luo Xia looked at her almost in despair, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and four big words hovered in his heart: Stop being a human, stop being a human, stop being a human, stop being a human, stop being a human, stop being a human! ! ! ! ! ! !

Martha was taken aback by his expression, and then her motherhood broke out, raised her brows, and sat on the edge of the bed to help him up who was stiff: "Oh my God... What's the matter, Rorschach, why are you here?" -"

She quickly remembered Clark's abnormal performance last night, and in a flash, a circuit was lit in her mind——

She covered her chest in disbelief: "You, you and Clark..."

"No! Listen to my explanation... We didn't..." Luo Xia crawled out of the bed with hands and feet, and realized that he was not wearing anything, so he quickly pulled the quilt back with a blushing face, "Nothing happened to us yesterday! "

Martha had clearly prepared her mind in just a few seconds—after all, being Superman's mother needed to have a strong mental capacity to match it, she touched his sweaty face distressedly: "...Don't be afraid, child, I'm not asking you—I'll get you a suit first."

Rorschach was about to burst into tears, feeling that the matter was completely unclear: Martha saw him appearing on Clark's bed early in the morning, without any clothes on...

In other words, no one would believe that nothing happened to the two of them!

Rorschach looked at the roof, his eyes were empty and absent-minded, and he completely gave up on himself.

Martha dug out a set of clothes that Clark wore when he was in middle school from the old suitcase and handed it to Rorschach, and said thoughtfully and gently: "I'll make you breakfast, Jonathan just left the house, come down first after you change your clothes Let's have breakfast... don't be afraid, it's okay."

Luo Xia suppressed his shame, pulled the quilt and nodded.

He shivered and put on Clark's old hoodie and jeans, and even awkwardly put on a pair of old underwear, and then walked with stiff limbs like a little mummy just resurrected from bandages. went downstairs.

Martha poured him a glass of milk and fried him an egg and two slices of toast.

Sitting behind the island platform, she saw Luo Xia's embarrassment, so she didn't ask Luo Xia what happened just now, but smiled at him, and then said: "Would you like some blueberries? I just went to pick them yesterday." , very fresh."

Luo Xia shrank her neck, lowered her head and dared not look at her: "No... no, thank you."

"Are you going home later? Your mother has made an appointment with me to go to the dental clinic in town with her for an examination in the afternoon. I can call her first for you."

"I'm not going back." Rorschach shook his head vigorously. He had just seen the text message Clark left for him. "I'll take an early flight back to Metropolis."

Martha sighed.

Rorschach seemed terrified, his pale face made her realize how embarrassing all this was for him.

She watched him and Clark grow up together. These two children have been very close since they were young. In fact, she had vaguely had a similar premonition, so when she saw Rorschach, she was not very surprised.

——The only thing that bothered her was that Clark left Rorschach at home just like that!

... She had never taught her own children to do such a thing.It seemed that she and Jonathan had time to have a good chat with Clark.

Martha took Rorschach's hand, gently covered the back of Rorschach's hand, and looked at him with gentle and loving eyes: "...Rorschach, as Clark's mother, I taught him to be sincere Love the world with all your heart, be an upright, brave, and responsible person, if he fails to do this, you must tell me.”

Rorschach's eyes dodged: "No, Clark is fine...he is an upright and kind person, please rest assured."

Martha stroked his hair: "You are my half child... I, like your mother, hope that you will always be healthy, happy, and happy. Don't make yourself sad because of others. Love is great , but love is also painful, giving your own love before learning to love yourself will make you hurt, before falling in love with others, you must first know how to love yourself, you know?"

"...I will," Rorschach lowered his head and closed his eyes, "Thank you."

Martha hugged him, "When you go back to the metropolis, bring some blueberries to Clark, he will use blueberries to make a lot of desserts, let him make them for you."

Luo Xia took a deep breath, and his expression couldn't help but move, "Okay."

He changed back to his original form, and the ability to evolve Angemon was restored.He flew back to the Metropolis with Martha's full glass jar of blueberries, and went directly to the editorial office of the "Daily Planet", intending to give Martha's blueberries to Clark first.

Even the hooded sweater that Clark wore in middle school was still too big for him, and the maroon hooded sweater was printed with large letters of "Smallville" in old-fashioned beige fonts, which made him Looks like a teenager just entering college.

He registered at the front desk of the newspaper in this suit, and the blonde girl at the front desk asked him curiously, "Are you Clark Kent's younger brother?"

He smiled shyly at her, "I'm his friend."

The blonde girl's heart melted, it was rare for her to see such a well-behaved boy in the workplace, it was like a breeze blowing on the cold mechanical assembly line, she liked him so much.

She brought him into the editorial office with a radiant face, and brought him a chair to wait for them to finish their meeting first, and poured him a cup of hot coffee thoughtfully.

Rorschach was flattered and thanked her repeatedly, and the blonde girl winked at him, "You're welcome, sweetheart, cute boys get preferential treatment wherever they go", and then she left gracefully.

Rorschach sat on the chair with some restraint. The old clothes on his body seemed to have sealed his communication skills, making him feel that he was out of place with the surrounding environment. He could only hold the can of blueberries, as if he was occasionally brought to the company, feeling uneasy. Like a child waiting for his parents to get off work, he shook his legs and waited for Clark to finish the topic selection meeting.

The clear and powerful kicking sound of high-heeled shoes passed by him, a woman in a light blue professional suit skirt brushed past him, paused, took a few steps back, turned around and looked sharply. Looking at him: "...you are?"

She has a pair of magnificent and rare purple eyes, black hair slightly curly, capable and intellectual.

Luo Xia's pupils shrank, and he involuntarily hugged the can of blueberries in his arms.

"I, I'm here to find someone..." he whispered.

"Oh, okay, sorry, who are you looking for, I'll call him or her out for you?" She bent down and spoke to him in a friendly manner.

Behind her came a fat, middle-aged man, waving the manuscript paper at her vigorously: "Louise! Louise! Come and see this! New photos taken by the helicopter..."

She turned her head and responded loudly, then turned her face and smiled at him, "Sorry, the newspaper office is busy, I'll go to my work first, what's the name of the person you're waiting for, I'll call him."

"Louis!" At this time, another young man with short red hair ran up. He was wearing a dark green plaid shirt and had a camera around his neck. "Why did you come back? Hurry up and get ready, we have to leave quickly, the newspaper office, okay?" It's easy to ask Luther to do this interview, and he asked you to go by name..."

Louise straightened up, with one hand on her hip, and she turned her head and said, "What are you in a hurry for? There is another traffic jam in the West District. I came here by subway. It's still early in the afternoon. I have to write this blog post I'm writing first." The manuscript is processed."

As soon as she finished speaking, she waved her hand to Rorschach, and walked quickly in the direction of the middle-aged man who called her before. The red-haired young man trotted after her, still saying, "Oh, so Superman didn't get you out of traffic today..."

The two had already walked far away in the blink of an eye, and Louise's voice drifted into Rorschach's ears from the other side of the office corridor: "...I told you that he is not that free, and I am not that familiar with him. ..."

Luo Xia's gaze followed her back steadily until she walked into a closed office.

He flinched, holding the glass jar, and suddenly felt that it was a bit heavy.

He put the glass jar full of blueberries on his lap, his eyes drooped out of focus, and he murmured in a low voice: "...Louis."

Louise Lane.

The Pulitzer Prize-winning female reporter for the Daily Planet.

Superman's true love.

His beautiful, intelligent and talented wife.

The author has something to say: This chapter has a lot of words! ! !

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感谢在2021-05-04?23:36:32~2021-05-05?22:22:54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 cast the rocket launcher: Qing Miao? 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: Qing Miao? 15 bottles; Miracle Xiaodai? 8 bottles; holding soy sauce, bowed his head and walked away. ?5 bottles; Angelica Kwai? 1 bottle;

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