Anthony squatted on the ground to pack his suitcase, and Clark ran in with his phone: "Anthony

!" "What's wrong?"

"You know what? The owner of the bookstore, the one in our neighborhood, the Chinese, is sure to be dead this morning

!" "What?Yang Xuesong?"

"Uh..."Clark looked down, "Yes! No wonder I haven't seen him open for the past few days! I thought he was out of business and went home for the holidays!"

"Why did you die?"

"Not with us, found in Star City, uh, dead for three or four days. I don't know the specifics yet, maybe I should go over and take a look, after all, they live near us.

Anthony: "Maybe, it's a little scary, I just bought a book from him last week." But in what capacity are you going to go? As a journalist, you don't feel good about going on vacation, and as Superman, the police won't like you to meddle in a case. Clark

pondered for a while: "Then I'll wait for two days, and if they really can't find out, I'll help." "

Hmm. -

Because they had to change trains several times, they caught a 6 a.m. flight. Not too late, they got on the plane.

On the plane, Clark was writing and drawing in his notebook, and Anthony was dozing off on his back. He woke up once in the middle and caught a glimpse of the notebook in Clark's hand full of writing, many of which had been crossed out.

Anthony whispered, "What do you write?" and

Clark handed him the notebook in his hand. Anthony took it, rubbed his eyes, and saw the names of several unfamiliar people in it at a glance, and he knew: "New novel idea? Isn't there a postscript for "Spider Silk in the Abyss" or something?"

Clark poked the paper with his pen, "just suddenly a lot of thought."

Anthony tried to look with his eyes wide open, but he was too sleepy. He closed his eyes and threw the notebook on Clark's lap: "No, I can't open my eyes, I'll look at it when I arrive."

Clark quickly reached out and held the notebook down to prevent it from falling. Without looking, he knew that the man next to him was already asleep.

Anthony hasn't rested very well these days. Although the school is closed, the "business" on the Gotham side is busy, and in fact, the biggest pressure comes from Yang Xuesong.

He still attacked Yang Xuesong, although he asked Death Knell for help, paid a large amount of hush money, and promised long-term cooperation, but Death Knell honestly told him that there were special forces behind the target this time, and he could barely cope with it himself, but Anthony had to find a place to avoid the limelight.

Is there a safer place in the world than Superman's side?

At least not yet, Anthony hasn't been found. So he cheekily followed Clark home.

Even if Superman found out what he was doing, he wouldn't be afraid, Anthony thought confusedly. These perverts who have killed countless people have one thing in common, that is, they trust superheroes at a far higher moral level than they trust their peers or even themselves.

So he slept soundly next to Superman.

-

Jonathan walked around his parked double-row pickup, smoking a cigarette and staring at the exit of the station.

Martha should be ready for dinner, but Clark and his friends haven't arrived yet. Well, as Clark said on the phone earlier, they missed a shuttle and were a little late.

He rubbed his hands together and adjusted his scarf. Clark might be able to fly back, but neither he nor Martha, nor his friend Pate, strongly disagree.

With this in mind, Jonathan thought the kid was good, and he was concerned about Clark's safety.

Jonathan also learned some information about Anthony Pate from Clark. When Clark told them that they wanted to bring their friend back, they thought it was a girlfriend, and Clark explained that he was a male friend, a good neighbor, and knowing his superhuman status, he and Martha couldn't help but suspect some non-heterosexual tendencies, but after learning about Pate's background, the Kents realized that their son had really asked for someone to come back out of kindness and friendliness.

They are, of course, extremely welcoming.

Jonathan finished smoking one, itching to get a second. But Martha said that she could only smoke one. He put his finger into the cigarette case, twisted and twisted the cigarette, and when he finally made up his mind to take it out, he saw his son.

Jonathan immediately caught up with him, and when he saw his son waving at him, he waved as well. He had good eyes, and at a glance he saw the man next to Clark, who looked quite young, carrying a bag and a suitcase, and looked a little slender compared to Clark.

Jonathan hugged Clark and then shook Anthony's hand: "You're Pate, aren't you?

Anthony habitually leaned over slightly: "Hello uncle, just call me Anthony."

Jonathan didn't say much: "Let's go, Martha has already started urging." He took out his mobile phone to connect the phone, said a few words "received", and got into the driver's seat.

Then he saw in the rearview mirror that Anthony had thrown his suitcase into the car with one hand. It's really unseemly.

Once the two young men were seated in the back, Jonathan started the car. Pickup trucks drove unhurriedly through the bare wheat fields with their lights on.

Jonathan inevitably heard the two young men behind him muttering, he didn't hear it very clearly, only a few names could be heard: Dana, Diana, Teddy...

He didn't interrupt them and didn't plan to join.

-

Martha puts on her gloves, turns on the oven and carefully takes out the apple pie tray. Hearing from Clark that the kid also liked to eat apple pie, she made two.

Both the roast suckling pig and the steak are left in the kitchen so that they don't get cold. She stepped out of the kitchen and opened the door to look into the distance, where there were no headlights in the pitch black field. She stood for two minutes, then returned to the warm kitchen, looked at the shelves full of food, and thought about adding more dressing to the vegetable salad.

The barking of the dog was heard, it was Ellie. Martha immediately trotted out, opened the door, saw the familiar pickup truck turn into her small courtyard, and couldn't help but run down the steps in her slippers.

A tall figure jumped out of the car and ran over to give her a big hug.

Martha stood on tiptoe and kissed her son on the cheek, then put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away a little, looking at the young man who came down behind her. She also gave him a hug: "Thank you for being friends with Clark, and it's great to have you in our house."

Anthony smiled and hugged her, "It's an honor to meet the lady who Clark says can do anything."

Martha and Jonathan couldn't help but laugh, and Clark coughed twice.

"Alright, it's cold outside, come in. Martha patted Anthony on the shoulder, "Why are you like Clark, wearing so little." -

Anthony completely relaxed and fell into his chair: "It's so warm------ I feel like I'm going to melt." "

It was really comfortable, safe and gentle. The Kents were very empathetic, carefully avoiding sensitive words and finding plenty of topics he could fit into.

"Can I drive a farm machine?" he said with gusto.

Clark: "I think the wheat has already been harvested."

"Nothing else?" said

Martha, laughing, "not for the time being, there is wheat in the fields now, but you can't touch them."

Anthony sighed.

Anthony drank some ale, his cheeks flushed, and he went to his suitcase to rummage through the gifts. Clark grabbed his arm: "It's not quite Christmas yet, are you drunk?" "It's

a greeting gift, go away." The

young guest brought out a bottle of red wine and a set of jewelry. It was a set of amethyst necklaces, detachable and detachable into four hairpins, or transformed into brooches with separate silver pins.

Anthony squinted his eyes to help Martha put on the necklace and leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, "It's an honor to meet you, beautiful lady."

Martha smiled and browled her eyebrows.

Anthony winked at Jonathan, "Did I rob my uncle of his job?" Jonathan coughed

twice, Clark nudged him, and Anthony pulled him in front of Martha. The older man's cheeks flushed a little, and he took a step back and bowed slightly like an English gentleman: "Miss Clark, may I invite you to dance?"

Clark quickly turned on the radio at home and played "One Step Away". Anthony pulled him back to the kitchen door, leaning at the door frame and looking in.

"It's like a drama. Anthony sighed quietly.

The living room is small, Martha wears a cotton coat and gauze skirt, and Jonathan wears a sweater vest and trousers, but the posture is very ceremonial, constantly rotating in a small space. The light, with its warm yellow, cast their shadows at Anthony's feet.

Anthony hurried in and pulled the table into the corner so as not to get in their way.

Dozens of seconds later, Anthony poked Clark again. "I'm a little bored and sleep too much during the day," he says, "and I want to go to the Fortress of Solitude." "

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