Always get married in a parallel world [Comprehensive British and American]

By the time the birthday party was over, it was already very late.

Tracy was kept by the enthusiastic Martha. Jonathan's house is not big, there are no extra guest rooms, but there is a large utility room.Jonathan took Clark to tidy up the utility room, while Trish was dragged by Martha to chat.

"Clark is very happy today, thank you for being a guest at my house, Trish." Martha handed her a glass of warm water, and then sat beside her.

The woman's face was not very pretty, and her brown sideburns were also a little gray, but her always smiling eyes made her look beautiful.It is an inclusive beauty.

This feeling is very warm, but also very plain.But for some reason, Tracy liked it very much.Suddenly, for a moment, she suddenly wanted to stay here, to be by their side, to experience this kind of ordinary parental affection that she never expected to have...

However, such thoughts are only fleeting.The world of comics can be a dangerous and dizzying journey.In the end, it will only become a bubble, turning into her own memory.

Tracy held the transparent glass water glass and smiled slightly: "You're welcome, it's a pleasure to meet you too."

There was a smile on the girl's fair face, and she looked particularly beautiful under the warm light.But somehow Martha felt that she was not very happy.

Perhaps, this is the intuition of being a mother.

Martha reached out and hugged Trish.

Tracy, who was suddenly hugged into her arms, was taken aback for a moment: "Martha..."

"Don't be sad. If you have any unhappy things, just say it. You can never solve things if you hold them in your heart." Martha patted the thin shoulder of the girl in her arms: "Don't force yourself to laugh when you are unhappy, that way , will be even more sad."

My heart suddenly hurt.

Tracy reached out and hugged the woman, and buried her head in her shoulder.

"En. I'm really glad to meet you...really, very happy..." The girl's voice was low, intermittent and choked with sobs.

Martha didn't interrupt her, but continued to caress the girl's back with her big rough hands, trying to soothe a wounded heart with this tenderness.

This embrace is not wide, but it is extremely warm.Tracy, who was holding Martha in her arms, gradually calmed down. She let go of Martha, blushing a little: "Sorry, I'm out of tense."

"Now, can you tell me why you are unhappy, Trish." Martha looked at her with the same tolerant eyes as always.

Trixie let go of the hand that was holding the hem of her clothes tightly. She hesitated for a while, and then said: "I don't know where I should go, and I don't know why I came here... I am looking for someone, someone who I am both I don't know the name, and I don't know the identity of the person... I don't know what to do next, where to start looking for it, I don't know what I will encounter after I find it, and I don't know when I will be able to find it. Get out of here and go home..."

Trish's words were illogical, but Martha didn't interrupt her.

She knew that the girl was confused now, and she knew that she was afraid because she was alone facing the unknown.She even knew that the girl had something to say, but she wouldn't ask.Just like when she first saw Clark, she knew he was not an ordinary person.But she and Jonathan raised him anyway.

For so many years, I have no complaints or regrets, taught him wholeheartedly, and treated him as my own child.

Therefore, what Martha like this gives Trish is only caring and her greatest love as an elder.

When Tracy's brows relaxed and her worries dissipated with the words, Martha really started to chat with her.

"The room is cleaned, go and have a look." Jonathan came down from upstairs and shouted at the two sitting on the sofa.

"Come on, let's go up and have a look at your house." Martha pulled up Trixie, this time, Trixie did not stiffen or resist, but followed obediently.

When she saw a shabby little room with nothing but a bed, she still had a smile on her face.The eyebrows and eyes are curved, and they look better than when they first met.

Clark took a look, then looked away.

"It's a bit shabby, let Jonathan take you to the town to do some shopping tomorrow. A girl's room can't be left alone."

As soon as Martha's words fell, Trish was startled.

But before she could say anything, Jonathan smiled: "Okay, it happens that Clark is resting tomorrow, let's go to the town together, and come back to buy some things."

Martha handed Trish a set of skirts that she hadn't worn much, and then pushed her to the bathroom.

"Go take a shower, get a good sleep, and don't think about anything else." Martha touched Trixie's little face with a dazed expression, and then went out.

As soon as Trixie came out of the shower, she saw Clark who was holding the clothes.

The boy glanced at her, and quickly turned his head away as he did at the dinner table before.

"That..." Thinking of Martha and Jonathan's kindness to her, Tracy felt that it was necessary to ease the relationship with Clark.

Clark stopped when he heard Tracy's voice. Tracy saw him bowed his head, unwilling to talk to her, and knew that he was probably not used to having strangers at home, so she said nothing to him. He said good night and went back to his room.

The quilt is not soft, but it has a nice and fresh smell.Trish sniffed it hard, then covered it over her head, and then slowly fell asleep.

The next day's sun came as expected, shining in from the small window sill.A bunch of mottled light sifted through the hollow gauze curtains shone on her bed. Trish stretched out her hand from under the quilt and touched the morning light on the quilt. It was not hot, but it dyed the room with color.

Tracy lifted the quilt, got dressed and came out of the room, only to see the boy standing at the door.

"Breakfast." His voice was low, mixed with a green taste.

Tracy responded, followed him downstairs, and saw Martha coming out of the kitchen with a plate.

"Bacon and eggs, do you like milk cereal, or this sugar-free oatmeal?"

"It's all good." Trish pulled out the chair and sat next to Martha, while Jonathan sat in the first seat, flipping through the newspaper.

"Eat quickly, I'll take you into town when you're done eating, there's a band performance at the Coria restaurant this morning, it's too late to go."

Clark was still eating slowly, looking as if he wasn't interested in acting at all.

After helping Martha clean up the dishes, Jonathan took her into town with Clark, oh, and of course Hank, Martha's dog.

The three of them soon came to a store that didn't look small but was considered the largest in the town.

Clark led the dog, Jonathan took her, and soon the cart was full.Seeing that Jonathan wanted to help her buy clothes, Trish quickly refused.Although she doesn't know the economic level of this place, she can tell from the dilapidated decoration of the town and the large tracts of farmland outside that most of the people here rely on the farm for self-sufficiency. Yesterday, they stayed at Jonathan's house for one night. Generous, but Trish can feel that they are not rich.

So seeing that Jonathan had bought her so many things, she quickly shook her head.

"I'm fine, I'll be soon..." Jonathan interrupted him before leaving.

"Martha said that she likes you very much and wants you to spend more time with her at home. Didn't you all agree yesterday? If I don't buy everything today, she will definitely fight with me when I go back."

Trish opened her mouth, but didn't speak again.

And Clark on the side didn't seem to repel her as much as she imagined, and didn't say anything after hearing Jonathan's words.

It was already afternoon when we returned to the farm after watching the band's performance.

Jonathan and Martha went to work. Trish wanted to help, but Martha refused and asked her to play with Clark for a while.

Trish agreed, but Clark was never found in the house.Instead, he found Hank squatting in the backyard.

Hank didn't reject strangers, after Trish fed him some food, he shook his ears and turned around her.

"Do you know where Clark is?" Tracy touched Hank's head, and Hank shrank comfortably, then got up slowly, and walked out with Tracy.

Detouring a path, Trish saw Clark sitting on a swing in the green grass.

"Woof, woof..." Hank ran out yelling when he saw the little master.

Trish followed and walked to the edge of the swing.

To be honest, apart from being in contact with comic characters and promoting the development of the plot, she really didn't get along with people younger than herself.

Tracy thought for a while, but didn't know how to speak, so she sat beside him.

When the breeze blows, waves are set off on the grassland, which will close up and spread out for a while.The fresh earthy smell is coming with the distant wind, and the grass blades collide with the leaves, making a slight friction sound that seems to be absent...

In this piece of comfort and silence, Trish was a little intoxicated.

And just when she was about to fall asleep, a hoarse voice sounded from the side.

Although Clark is tall and strong, he looks like a tall and handsome guy, but he is actually only in high school, and he is five years younger than Trixie.

"You don't have a home either?"

Tracy, who heard this question, looked at the boy with her head down. Clark seemed to feel her gaze, and said, "Yesterday... I heard what you and my mother said."

"I have a home." Tracy looked into the distance, and then slowly said: "You have one too. And it's by your side."

Clark grabbed the iron chain on the swing, and for the first time, he directly looked at Tracy: "Since you have a home, why don't you go back?"

Tracy met those blue eyes that were shining with halo, and murmured: "I, I can't find my way home..."

The girl's bright blue eyes suddenly dimmed, and the wind blew across her cheeks and brushed the ends of her hair.

Clark didn't know why, so he was bewitched and reached out to lift her hair.

Facing Tracy's surprised eyes, he immediately realized his actions and put down his hands.After a while, he said slowly, "I can't find my way home either."

It seemed to be explaining to Tracy, and it seemed to be muttering to herself.I don't know why, Clark said what he said in his heart: "I am not born to my father and mother. My father told me before that in another place, maybe my biological parents are still waiting for me. They can tell Everything I want to know, all the inexplicable things that happened to me...but until I find them, I must endure...I must put everything..."

Tracy heard the latter words a little unrealistically, but she probably also knew why Clark was in a bad mood.

Because she saw the scuff marks on his trousers and clothes. He just changed the clothes in the morning. It was clearly not so messy when they went to town today. It was obvious that something unhappy happened to Clark when he came back.

Maybe it was a conflict with someone, or worse, being bullied.

Tracy stood up from the swing, walked up to the boy with his head bowed, and hugged him.

She didn't know how to comfort a hurt boy's heart at this time, and she didn't know what he wanted.But she thought, at a time of helplessness and loss, a warm hug can at least comfort her.Just like what Martha gave her yesterday.

Clark's body froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered.

He wanted to push her away, but he was afraid of hurting her.

His adoptive father always told him to endure over and over again, whether it was being bullied or seeing someone hurt, let him endure it, even if he was fully capable of resisting these bullying, even if he could reach out and save those people, he Or tell him over and over again, don't do it, don't do things that make him look different from others, that will make others fear him, expose his uniqueness, and bring unimaginable pain to him. danger……

He knew his adoptive father was doing it for his own good, but he couldn't help feeling that he could have done more because he was so different.

But, as the adoptive father said, human beings are afraid of powers they don't know.Even if his intentions are good.

Today Clark rescued a child who was almost hit by a car, but his mother ran away in horror holding the child as if seeing a monster after seeing him push the big truck away.

He was even wondering what kind of bad thing he had done to make that mother look at him with such terrified eyes.As if he was the demon who killed her child, rather than the one who rescued her.

Clark felt a small hand behind him caressing him slowly and gently, and the discomfort in his heart dissipated a lot.It's not the first time something like this has happened.

All he has to do is be patient.

Clark relaxed, trying to reach out and hug her back.

But when he smelled the faint but calm fragrance that belonged to a girl in his arms, he immediately tensed up again.

Trish let go of the boy, she felt his resistance.Guessing that he probably didn't like strangers approaching very much, she was relieved, sat next to him, and continued to accompany him quietly.

Clark turned his face away, slightly curly hair covering his red ears.

"This is for you." After a while, Clark took out something from his pocket and handed it to Trish.

Under the sun, a pair of small crystal-like wings shone brightly. Trish took it and saw that it was the hairpin she saw in the store.

"Thank you, Clark." Trish took it cherishingly and pinned it to her braid.

The silky black hair fluttered in the wind, and a pair of beautiful blue eyes were like stars in the dark night, shining and dazzling.

Clark watched her, the breeze still blowing quietly.But he heard the sound of violent beating in his chest.

'Bang bang bang...'

Fierce and hasty.