The end game [Zhongyingmei]

After breaking away from the "nightmare bottle", Superman's expression has been in a trance state, and he didn't answer anything except Sisley's question to him.

He clenched his teeth tightly, a strand of curly black hair fell silently down his forehead, looking soft and embarrassed, the hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched into a fist——Sisley suspected that at this time the vibrating plug Go in, and Superman can crush it into powder.

The big dog with a good temper and a big grin at everyone was drenched by a basin of water, and the big dog is now whimpering and bewildered.

Sisley: "..."

Sisley suppressed her lively conscience.

——————— Clark was fooled by her, and he became limp.

Those blue eyes, which were always like the clear summer sky, now showed a kind of grayness in pain, as if the rainstorm had disturbed the calm sea, and the more terrible deep water was gradually waking up.

The emotions in his eyes cannot be deceived. Superman is really angry about what happened just now, feels sorry for what happened to others, and is willing to use his own strength to make sacrifices.

No matter how many times she has been in contact with superheroes, Sisley finds them amazing.When Sisley approached them with the idea of ​​"bearing the pain", they would all return her with unexpected warmth.

She thought she was going to crash into the thorn bushes, but she was caught by clouds as soft as cotton and wrapped tightly inside, so again and again, Sisley's withered heart also cracked a hole, a green tender The buds quietly drilled out of it, announcing that a new life has bloomed in the barrenness.

"..." Seeing Superman's undisguised gaffe, Sisley wanted to laugh, but her eyes were a little sore.

The dream witch graciously pushed Clark into the armchair. She stretched out her hand and made a move in the air, and the fluffy blanket appeared out of thin air, still in the color scheme of red and blue checks.She wrapped Superman around with a blanket, and turned the tea table with rollers in front of him, with a light touch of her finger.

The steaming hot teapot jumped up automatically, and the teacup bounced and rolled on the coffee table. The red tea was poured down, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and the rich tea fragrance repeated in this way. Several times, the tea gradually diffused in the air, and the tea crashed into the teacup for the last time, and the milk and sugar in it had been washed thoroughly until it was as smooth as silk.

The teacup that was filled with himself jumped onto Clark's lap, which was unresponsive, twisting and turning, as if expecting his reaction.

"…………"

Clark spread his palms silently, the teacup jumped into his palm, twisted himself 180 degrees, let the ear of the teacup fit into his thumb, so as not to fall down, seeing that he didn't move, it shook slightly again, making the temptation Human-colored droplets of milk tea hit the wall of the cup, and then slowly slid down.

———————Although he didn’t say a single word, this set of actions crazily hinted at how fragrant and delicious the milk tea is.

Even if he wasn't in the mood, Clark was still amused with a face.

The dream witch had quietly left the stage at some point, and Clark didn't even hear how her heartbeat disappeared.

There was no one around, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and finally a sad sigh escaped from his lips.

After sighing, Superman barely regained his energy, only the small teacup "ding" in dissatisfaction, urging him to drink the milk tea when the temperature is just right.

"I see, I'm sorry."

In the end, Clark picked up the noisy teacup and took a sip of the milk tea that he crazily boasted about.

After taking a sip, he was silent for a while, and took a second sip.

And then the third bite.

The tea cup is not deceiving, the milk tea is really delicious.

The temperature is right, the steaming heat is right, and the sweetness is right, smoothing Superman's cold and wrinkled heart, like lying in a warm bathtub after being yelled at by the boss at the newspaper office for a day—or flying out of the universe , sleep peacefully in the sun's rays.

When Clark came back to his senses, he had already emptied the small teacup, and happily twirled it around on his thumb.

Clark didn't know how he could see happiness from a teacup without a face; in short, the small teacup signaled him to put his hand back where it was, and he "walked" back to the coffee table bouncing around.

"It's delicious." Clark looked at it and praised sincerely, "Thank you, little teacup."

The small teacup twisted, signaling the teapot to pour himself a second cup, and jumped into his palm, where it did not move.

Clark held the smooth cup wall, allowing the chill to peel off bit by bit.

The small teacup did not urge him to drink it up this time, it remained motionless in his palm, like a warm bird.

"…………"

This is what Sisley saw when she returned with the Superman's Dream bottle.

The 1.9-meter-tall god on earth is huddled in a fluffy blanket, holding a teacup in both hands, and his aura has become calm again. The whole scene has a kind of surprising and funny, as if the big dog has been successfully rescued and is ready to recover at any time. He grinned and smiled when he saw anyone status.

Clark looked up and saw the Dream Witch holding a glass bottle the size of a Halloween pumpkin in her arms and struggling forward.

Inside the bottle, there is a kind of golden light that is constantly shining, beautiful and warm, like the stars when I was lying in a tent and looking up at the sky as a child.

Clark subconsciously stood up, put the small teacup on the tea table, put the blanket aside, and quickly walked over to help the dream witch lift the bottle that was too heavy for her.

"What's this?" Clark asked while lifting.

"It's a sweet dream."

The dream witch let out a sigh of relief, and replied, "This is the dream I saved for a year to make pills for you. Do you want to come and help?"

"I'd be happy to help."

said Superman immediately.

The dream witch raised her head and looked around his face, as if to confirm whether he would be reluctant.

—————Except for sincerity, she has captured nothing.

Clark looked back at her, good-natured, gentle and innocent.

Without realizing it himself, in front of the Dream Witch, he was acting more and more like the Metropolitan reporter Clark Kent, rather than the god who saved all living beings.

Both are of course kind and sincere, but their definitions of closeness and distance are different.

Sisley's policy for this is also quite simple and rude: it is impossible for the dream witch to ask Clark Kent what he saw in the nightmare bottle, and even if he recounts what happened, it still cannot heal Clark. mood.

It is better to let him get busy and move, and become a needed labor force. In the process of sweating, his heart will gradually calm down, and his mind will be broadened by the joy brought by hard work. It is a win-win situation.

Of course, Sisley bought the "Dream Studio" and the upcoming "Dream Workshop" at her own expense.

——————The foreshadowing that I set up, I want to get it back when I cry.

"Have you got a hold of the bottle?"

Clark heard the girl's inquiry, she turned her head and glanced at him, her clear reflection came into her violet-colored eyes.

"Hold on."

He heard himself answer, and the hand holding the bottle became more stable.

"Okay——" the Dream Witch said with a smile, her purple eyes shining brightly, "Come with me!"

She held his wrist with one hand, and took Clark to fly again, but this time, she flew at a slower speed. Compared with flying, it was more like climbing higher and higher, climbing slopes in the clouds.

The Xingyue Staff didn't follow her either, the girl's blond hair billowed in the clouds and strong wind, like a swallow flying between thunder and lightning.

"There!" Her voice loomed, "Are you ready?"

Clark had no idea what she was talking about. He could only hold the bottle tightly in his arms, making sure that nothing would happen to him if he fell from a height of 20 meters. Then he replied, "Big, probably?"

The dream witch obviously took this hesitant answer as an affirmative answer.

With a whistle, she grabbed his wrist and swooped straight down!

The wind pierced his eardrums sharply, and Clark found a certain kind of happiness from the extreme speed of his fall. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the world after the clouds and mist cleared. He saw the winding railway on the ground, the signal lights It exudes orange-red light, like the eternal sunset, and what is approaching in the distance is———

"Welcome to the Dreamland Train!"

The dream witch grabbed his wrist and flew straight towards the train that was about to pass below them, with a bright smile, "Welcome! Please sit down!"

——————Appeared in the most unlikely place, a iron train with warm lights and orange-red color, sparks flickered in the void under its rails, like lights flickering in the city.

The wind whistled incessantly in his ears, and at this moment, Clark's heart also trembled.

Looking at the human scenery in front of him, he took a light breath.

The figure of the dream witch fell straight in the air. She didn't seem to want to stop her, but just grabbed his wrist tightly. They moved closer and closer towards the rear of the car, and Clark could already see clearly. , that piece of transparent water on the roof of the car sunroof.

"Jump!"

The girl suddenly shouted.

Clark's movements were faster than reason. He obediently bent his legs and let himself fall completely on the speeding train. In an instant, a rebound force that seemed to hit jelly spread throughout his body, softening him. And briskly pushed it up high.

Without the instructions of the dream witch, Clark already understood the function of the train's skylight. He strode on the transparent cube rippling like water, and was bounced up again and again, walking in the air.

"…………"

Intense happiness hit his heart, and the orange-red lights in the distance made Clark extraordinarily stable. The glass bottle he held in his arms was already dyed with warm temperature. Clark hugged the bottle even tighter, and suddenly felt relieved.

By the time they stepped on the sunroof of the car for the sixth time, the huge force that rebounded them had disappeared, and the dream witch and he landed smoothly.

She jumped to the platform at the junction of the train first, stood there, and extended a hand to him.

"Let's go." The girl's voice was brisk, "Hurry up."

That hand was white and slender, as if no matter what happened, it would hold his extended hand tightly.

When the train was moving, the gentle wind brushed Clark's cheeks, and he jumped off without hesitation.

The girl skillfully grasped the door handle, and when she pried it hard, the door swiveled and opened outwards, and the smell of warm pastries came over her face.

"Please come in!"

she said cheerfully.