Today is also a very tiring day in Clark Kent.

Clark doesn't like cities very much. He is used to the smart calculations and intrigues in those cities. Especially when he works now, he is obviously a newspaper, but he is always unwilling to make a living by reporting the truth. Instead, he always makes his mind to study some titles that are eye-catching. Clark's internship is really not very smooth.

Back home was what Clark always hoped for.

Maybe life should be simpler. It is not bad to be the son of a farmer and become a new farmer in the future.

However, he came back today not to return to his family, but to attend a long-term banquet as a "guest" who has been home for a long time.

Clark's father, Old Kent, talked to Clark about a new neighbor many days ago.

In Old Kent's words, the other party is a person who truly loves the land. He is good at dealing with crops and plants. He is just not very good at using machinery, but he is willing to learn.

That was a great young man.

The more old Kent said this, Clark was of course the more curious he became. The young man who was not much older than him seemed to be experiencing a life curve similar to his: tired of the city, so he came to the countryside, chose to follow his wishes and become a farmer.

The difference is that they succeeded, and Clark Kent had to be an intern reporter at the newspaper in grievance.

If Louise hadn't been there in the newspaper, Clark wouldn't really want to do this job. To do a lumberjack, to be a sailor or something, this is the job that Clark really suits him.

...

After stopping the car, Clark couldn't help but smile with a happy and satisfied smile on his face when he got off the car.

He knew very well that he was lucky.

Especially when he heard the laughter of his father and mother in the room, Clark felt even more that even if he hid all his power and lived his life as an ordinary person, it would be that God had given him such a perfect life.

"ha……"

With a gentle breath, Clark took his bag, pursed the smile on his lips, walked towards the home where he had lived for more than 20 years, and pushed open the door that he had pushed open countless times.

In the room, Old Kent at the dining table looked at him, stood up, and said to the two strangers who also stood up at the dining table, "This is my son, Clark Kent."

Then, he introduced the two guests to him: "These are my two good friends, Lynn, Alfred."

Handing the briefcase to his mother, Clark skillfully took off his coat and hung it behind the door, reached out his hand, and walked towards the dining table: "Hello, I'm Clark Kent."

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Old Kent rarely drinks alcohol, and rarely drinks so much. Clark could see that his father was really happy today.

"Jonathan, you have such a great son. I just lied to me that your son was not motivated enough. This is not something to a good friend."

Alfred also drank a lot. The old gentleman looked at him more and more and more and more and more that Clark was pleased after sitting at the table.

What a good child, shy, honest, willing to do things, and obey parents' discipline...

If you keep such a child in your own hands, what else can you say unsatisfactory?

"I would have liked the one I raised could be as good as your son."

Alfred remembered the difficult days he brought Bruce Wayne to the top.

He wanted to make friends with criminals, but he didn't stop him.

He was going to travel around, but he didn't stop him.

He smoked and drank, and the Wayne family's wine cellar was emptied. He either went out to fight to death with others or studied some hot weapons and cold weapons all day long. The only few who could be used as normal people were so hard that he was a prodigal second-generation character because Bruce felt that if he didn't do this, he could not cover up his other identity.

But it’s okay to cover up. If you change a girlfriend in five days, you should get along with each other seriously and find a decent marriage. If you don’t help, you can leave a child.

Alfred now silently recites sorry every day like Bruce's deceased parents. He thinks it is the problem of his education that leads to the ultimate crisis that the Wayne family may face.

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The two old men talked loudly, and soon they forgot the others in some unknown place.

The two of them started to complain to each other. This said that the child at home had a stubborn temper, and that said that he raised a stubborn donkey. This said that his child had no ambitions, and that he raised the greatest ambition was to empty the wine cellar...

But as they chatted, the two began to compare inexplicably again. From elementary school grades to after-school exercises, from mastering foreign languages ​​to using agricultural machinery...

It seems that all parents and generations in the world are the same, especially after drinking some wine.

...

Lynn was sitting on the side leaning against Old Kent, but he couldn't stand the weird thing of two old men over fifty-year-olds stretching their necks to "quarrel" through him.

He consciously gave the position to Alfred, and sat in the middle with a teasing smile in the teasing smile. When he changed seats, he even walked away with the last bottle of red wine there.

In this way, Lynn became adjacent to Clark Kent, who came to the dining table at the last time.

To be honest, at the beginning, Lynn wanted to take advantage of Clark's advantage by using his friendship with Old Kent and become a bargain uncle.

Later, he took back his dangerous idea in time.

It’s not like a man here. Don’t get sick and ruin a good situation. This is superman, it’s normal.

...

Resisting the idea of ​​giving himself a big mouth to help him keep calm, Lynn poured some wine for himself with a smile, then lifted the bottle and signaled Clark.

Clark smiled and nudged his cup forward.

"Please believe me, I absolutely have no intention of guiding your father to drink."

Lynn joked and pointed at Alfred: "It was this white-haired guy who fucked with the black cat next to him."

"Hahahaha, you're so humorous."

Clark was very polite. After taking the wine glass, he was about to say something to Lynn when he heard his father stammering his neck and saying: My son can use motorcycle calipers to strengthen the tires of the tractor, which made Clark's face a little red.

"Hahahaha, that person should speak many foreign languages ​​later. It's better for us to hide from these two."

Lynn promptly rescued: "Maybe you can take me to see that motorcycle? Hahaha, don't get me wrong, I won't have any coveting technology for motorcycle calipers repairing tractor tires."

"Haha, of course."

Clark was very grateful to Lynn for his rescue. At his age, he was sitting at the dining table and listening to his father and others bragging about how many A-years he had learned in elementary school. He was really a little unsatisfied.

The two of them gestured to Mrs. Kent respectively, got up and left the table, and went out for a walk.

Are young people? Can they share the same language with young people?
Chapter completed!