[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter50 The Dark Knight Batman and Man of Steel Superman Frozen

*Tonight, the snow is shining on the mountains

*this deserted place

The endless stretch of snow-capped mountains, a tired boy with slow and heavy steps, with stubble and wind and frost on his face, walks through the green mountains and white snow caps.

He rubbed his hands, took out an equally dirty woolen hat from his dirty and tattered shoulder bag, put it on, and then continued to walk in the snow-capped mountain holy land like an ascetic monk.

Strings, clumps, and pieces of strip-shaped prayer flags flutter and sway between the earth and the sky, connecting the silvery snow peaks, green carpeted meadows, vast deserts, golden mountains and rivers. A shining temple.

There is no road ahead, only clusters of mani piles stretching into the distance one after another.The stones are stacked high, engraved with colorful six-character mantras.

The six-character mantra is one of the three secrets of body, speech and mind. It is a secret speech spoken by Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. It is true and not false, so it is called "true goodness".It communicates with all things in the universe with the power of mantra, and communicates with the heart of the self, which has great power.

But Bruce knew that he had lost himself in his roaming journey.

The more he saw, the more distressed and confused he became.

The woolen hat was almost frozen on the traveler's unshaven face.The wind and snow were smoking, and the sharp cold wind was carrying the sharp knife of snowflakes, covering his coat in gray.

Suffering and pain are happening in this world every moment.The insignificant struggle and pain of human beings appear so insignificant in the embrace of mountains.The ancient mountains are unrivaled and beautiful. They have witnessed the cycle of history and the joy and bitterness of countless generations of human beings.This green and white machine of nature contrasts and mocks human suffering.

Bruce meets a man who calls himself Duka, who claims that his master, "Master Ninja," can show the lost boy a path.

"Those who lose in the struggle for profit will turn into thugs who fight violence with violence, and their beliefs will be destroyed or trapped. But if you can go beyond the limits of yourself and devote yourself to a noble ideal, evil thoughts cannot stop you , you will also become a completely different existence."

"Become what?"

"Legendary, Mr. Wayne."

The snowstorm is getting bigger and bigger, and there are ferocious clamors.The villagers advised Bruce to go down the mountain quickly and turn back in Tibetan, Chinese and stumbling English.

But once you decide to embark on this path, you can never turn back.

Finally, a series of temples appeared on the top of the mountain. Bruce, like a mountaineering enthusiast who challenged the limit, restrained the cold, soreness and exhaustion, and climbed up with difficulty.

He carefully pushed open the door of the temple...

* In the isolated kingdom

*I'm the king here

While young Bruce is pushing open a door on the roof of the world, on the other side of the world, an equally young boy is opening another door.

As far as the eye can see, the same storm, snow, cold, and more piercing confusion and loneliness than the wind and snow.

The gate of the lonely castle suddenly opened.

*The wind howls, turmoil like my heart

*Can't hide it anymore, God knows I've been trying to make it

The white night of the Arctic is boundless and pale, making it almost impossible to tell that there is still white snow under the sky.The sun, which was also pale and lacking in pigment, fell heavily above the horizon, swaying from east to west, but still refused to completely sink into the sea of ​​ice.

The wind was howling, and the snow was covered with scrapes of wind like waves.

In this pale world where water and sky are the same color, a pair of feet in red boots stepped on the first footprint, then the second, and the third... The footprints became shallower and shallower as the red cloak fluttered. It's becoming less and less clear.

The bright and lonely color stopped in this pale world.

*Keep them away, don't let them see

*Be a good boy, be the same

"When did Kansas become a state in the United States?" The female teacher unfolded the topographic map of the United States and gently prompted, "Clark, are you listening?"

The black-haired and blue-eyed boy writhed nervously on the desk.

The female teacher approached with a smile, and asked patiently: "Can you tell me who founded Kansas first?"

Clark's eyes widened.

The teacher with a sweet smile and a gentle expression turned into a skeleton in his sight, and he could see a heart contracting and expanding powerfully between the ribs.

"Are you all right, Clark?"

The boy looked around gasping in horror, his eyesight as if cursed.

Out of breath, he pushed open the classroom door, and rushed out with short legs.

The corridors became transparent to his eyes, the wires, the pipes, the interior and contents of each closed door... He shut himself in a room.

The boy's black curly hair was disheveled and covered his forehead, vertical and horizontal tears were winding down his fair face, and there were also teardrops on his thick black eyelashes, like grass blades bent by dew.

He heard the low whispers of the students outside the door, to him it was as clear as thunder in his ears:

"What's wrong with him?"

"Freak."

"His parents won't let him play with us, you know?"

"Baby, you won't let me in, how can I help you?" Martha knelt down outside the door, and said anxiously and gently, "Be a good boy, Clark!"

"The world is too big, Mom."

"Then make it smaller! Focus, Clark, imagine an island in the middle of the ocean, and swim across!"

*Try hard to hide, don't feel, don't let them know

*The world is not ready for you

The school bus fell from the bridge into the river, and Clark pushed the school bus and a group of crying children ashore.

The kids were horrified to see him.

As if Clark was the one who caused the school bus to overboard.

"I just want to help." The tall boy was wrapped in a gray jumper, and he sat dejectedly on the truck. The setting sun in the west gilded his drooping face with light gold.

"Clark, you can't let others know about your special side." Jonathan persuaded earnestly, with wrinkles of worry and worry on his face.

"Then what should I do? Watch them die?" The boy countered angrily.

"Maybe, like you can't be on the baseball team, you can't fight with your classmates, you are too special, Clark, did you see the reaction of Peter and Peter's mother? You saved him, and they freaked out." Father Jonathan held his son's strong shoulders and said in an equal and brotherly tone.

Clark's face was tense, trying to look like a man, pressing tears back into his eyes: "Why?"

"People have a fear of things they don't understand, and I don't want people to reject you out of fear. You're not a monster, my boy, you're just a little bit different. We need to hide that difference and protect people , and protect yourself."

*Try hard to hide, don't feel, don't let them know

*well, now they all know

"I can't stand 'safety' anymore! I just want to use my life to do something useful!" The grown-up Clark barked his teeth and paws in the front seat of the car, like a shaggy poodle, "I don't want to listen to you anymore Nagging!"

The car stopped suddenly, they opened the door, and a roaring tornado approached.

"I'm going to save someone, Dad!"

But Jonathan waved him off.

Clark's steps froze.

"Take your mother to the underground passage!"

Without hesitation, Jonathan rushed into the storm, shouldering the responsibility that should not have been taken on the shoulders of an elderly man.

And he, the extremely strong, invulnerable, and super-powerful man, could only watch helplessly as his elderly father disappeared into the sky and the sun in the tornado.

*Let it go, let it go

let it go, let it go

*Can't hold it back anymore

can't hide anymore

*Let it go, let it go

let it go, let it go

Turnaway and slam the door

turn around and close the door

Hide, hide... For more than twenty years, Clark Kent has been hiding.

It turned out that he was a lonely visitor from another planet, and his parents

The cloak fluttered behind him, and the gate of the Lonely Castle closed slowly behind him.

*I don't care what they say

*let the storm roar

*I'm never afraid of the cold anyway

Walking out of the lonely castle, confused and lost, I can no longer find the slightest bit from that godlike face.

In the howling snow and ice, Kael-El in the red and blue Kryptonian suit shot straight into the sky.

*that's funny

*Distance makes everything small

From the frozen North Pole to the scorching sun in Africa.He whips up great white waves on the sea, and he cuts through migrating frightened antelope.

He can fly.

*fear that once ruled me

*can't shake me anymore

Bruce Wayne was lost in memory as the red whirlwind swept across the earth.

Tibet, snow-capped mountains and plateaus, among temples.

What are you looking for, Bruce Wayne?

I'm looking for justice, and I'm bringing fear to the thugs who created it.

In order to create fear in others, you must first become the master of your own fear.

Wayne's old house, comfortable and soft big bed.

Why do we fall?Because only in this way can we learn to let ourselves stand up.

Know why bats attack you?Because they are afraid of you.Every creature has fears, especially scary monsters.

Gotham, the dark alley outside the theater, gunshots, scattered pearl necklaces and screaming.

The figure of fighting in Xuefeng, Tibet.

Come on, you have learned to replace guilt with anger, I will teach you to accept it and face reality.You can deal with six people alone, but I will teach you how to deal with six hundred.You know how to hide yourself, I'm going to teach you how to be truly invisible...

Drama and cover-ups work, you have to become a myth in the eyes of others.

Temple on the hill.

You have to be the fear itself to overcome it.

You have to create fear in other people.

You have to be scary just thinking about you.

Feel fear blinding your senses, allowing fear to take hold of you, embracing your deepest fears, becoming one with the darkness...

Bruce heard the screech of a bat.

Wayne's old house, the bottom of the well that Bruce fell into when he was young.

The bats threw him to the ground in a black cloud, screaming, and circling around him.

Bruce stood up slowly in the darkness. He straightened his chest, closed his eyes, and let his deepest fear of the past flutter around him in the bat's underground lair.

* Time to see what I can do

*test and push my limits

In the Applied Technology Department of Wayne Company, Bruce found Fox, who had been left in the cold palace, and visited the multi-functional reinforced protective belt that could not be mass-produced, the pneumatic magnetic claw gun, Kevlar material, which can quickly harden after charging. memory fiber...

He knew it was time.

As a mortal, as a man of flesh and blood, I could be defeated, I could be wounded, I could die.

But as a totem, I am indestructible, invincible, and even eternal.

He put the impact-resistant synthetic graphite shape and bulletproof fiber-coated bat helmet on his face, put on the black bat uniform, put on a multi-purpose belt, put on arm gloves, and finally put on the helmet with the help of Alfred. Put on the cape.

Batman crouched in a corner of the top of the building, as still and silent as a gargoyle.

Then he leapt down, piercing the rotting interior of Gotham like a sharp scalpel, bringing heart-piercing terror to the mob that caused it.

*Never mind safety

*doesn't have to be hidden either

*I am free

With his red cape flying over Metropolis, Superman rescues people from danger and offers tender comfort before leaving.

"Even so, the plane is still the safest means of transportation, don't be afraid to fly."

"Put the gun down, man, handguns don't solve society's problems."

"Your child is safe, good night."

"Don't worry, nothing happened!"

His handsome and straightforward face glistened in the sun without hiding anything.

*let it go, let it go

*I'm with the wind and the sky

Batman drove the black Batplane and passed the red flying shadow.

*let it go, let it go

*you won't see me cry again

Clark, who was a head taller than Martha, hugged his mother tightly.

At the same time, Alfred opened a black umbrella over the head of wayward Master Wayne.

*I stand here

Superman flies from his lonely castle in the North Pole to the Metropolitan Daily Planet, where he becomes that blunt, clumsy novice reporter.

Batman took off his glasses, changed his equipment, left the cold and damp Batcave, and took a Lamborghini to Wayne Building to attend a new round of board meetings.

*I belong here

They opened the windows and watched the night of the city they guarded.

*My power stirs the air deep into the universe

Superman soared into the sky, played the alien spacecraft that invaded the earth out of the solar system, and guarded the people of the earth like a god.

*my soul spirals down with the darkness

The black bat cloak unfolded, and Batman's tentacles penetrated into this decayed city everywhere, bringing severe pain and new life.

*I will never look back

goodbye, dad.

*The past is gone with the wind

I am stronger than you think, and stronger than yourself.

*let it go, let it go

*I came back like the sun

Superman was on the verge of death due to the damage of kryptonite, but the first sun in the sky brought him back to life.

Just like the "S" on my chest, it stands for hope.This is what I want to bring to mankind, and this is why I came to Earth.

Bruce was injured again and again, facing hellish dangers again and again, his body was covered with large and small scars, his ribs, hand bones and leg bones were broken countless times, but Batman was always hovering in the shadow of the city .

As a human being, I can age, get hurt, fail, and die, but as a symbol, I can be invincible, an idea, a legend.

*Let it go, let it go,

*that perfect boy is no more

Thomas Wayne, a doctor who saves lives, a rich man who is committed to eradicating poverty, and a devout and kind Christian, he never imagined that one day, his only son would turn into a demon and fight with criminals in the dark .

I'm not a hero, I'm what Gotham needs.

And Kyle El, when the Kryptonian survivors invaded the earth, faced with aggression, massacre and madness, he had to kill the last clansman—General Zod—with his own hands.

I'm not a hero, I'm just an ordinary Kryptonian remnant endowed with special abilities, and my abilities are both a curse and a responsibility.

*I'm standing in the sun

Taking off Batman's equipment, Bruce lazily changed into one of the countless custom-made suits, tied a tie, fastened the tie clip, and put on the cufflinks that the butler selected for him after careful comparison.Another charity dinner called for him.

Putting on a bulky and ill-fitting old suit, putting on old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, and hiding all traces of Superman under that clumsy and cramped manner, Clark Kent had to perform a duty he didn't like-interviewing notoriety On the outside, the prince of Gotham, Bruce Wayne.

* let the world change

Clark rubbed his head, the cries, cries for help and cracking were still in his ears.

Bruce took a moment to glance at the monitor, the theft, robbery, murder and drug dealing were still going on.

But at least the world will be a little better because of their presence.

*The gears of fate are turning

At Bruce Wayne's packed charity dinner, the hostess leans against a table, sipping a glass of ginger ale masquerading as champagne.

At this time, a tall and clumsy reporter squeezed through the crowd looking left and right, and tried to speak several times, but no one paid attention to him, so the reporter mustered up his courage, and awkwardly touched this handsome man who was drinking champagne and kicking the legs of the table, He hesitated and said, "Sorry... Excuse me, who is Bruce Wayne?"