The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

The long sunshine hours in Kansas make the spring breeze here warmer. The wheat fields are blown by the breeze, and the surging wheat waves are like the footsteps of the goddess of spring.

On the field path, the drizzle in early summer brings the scent of moist grass. After stepping on the mud and walking a few steps, you can see the shadow of the town on the skyline.

Smallville is located in the southern part of Kansas. It is also a little-known town, and it has even been unknown. The most eye-catching time here was caused by a meteorite falling here more than [-] years ago. Not such an amazing discussion.

More than 20 years have passed, and most people have forgotten the accident at the beginning, and they also forgot their excitement when discussing whether there were words inscribed by aliens on the meteorite in the only tavern in the town.

But whenever those years are mentioned, every Smallville person's face is filled with a proud smile. It was the most eye-catching moment in this ordinary town.

The floral curtains were blown erratically by the breeze, a pair of slightly rough hands tied the curtains with the same rough hemp rope, the brown-haired middle-aged man turned his head and said: "...Yes, that night, I was in At the scene, you would never have imagined how close I was to that meteorite, the dust almost flew past my nose."

"After the reporters came, they always asked me if I was injured. They thought I was still alive after such a big stone fell on my head. Let me say, these reporters are a bit too exaggerated..."

"Hey, Joe, stop talking, don't forget, our dear Xiao Ke is now an honorable reporter, and you will make him sad." A gentle female voice came from the nearby kitchen.

The back figure who is busy in the kitchen has beautiful brown-red curly hair. She wears a red checked apron around her waist. She is holding a long spoon in her hand and is stirring the bubbling soup in the pot.

The aroma came from the kitchen. Clark, who was sitting on the sofa, seemed to have nails growing on his buttocks. Every few tens of seconds, he would straighten his body and stretch his neck to look back.

After he performed this kind of action about No.20 times, Bruce next to him finally couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed Clark's arm, looked at him and said, "Your sight won't make the pea soup ready any faster, can you?" Sit quietly for a while?"

"I'm just guessing what delicious food Martha will make. Before the meal, I will bet with Xiao Bu, but every time it guesses better than me, it's as if Martha is its mother... Ah, of course , and now it is, it is a member of our family." Clark said while stretching his head and looking back.

"Yes, we all like Boo. I originally wanted to raise a hunting dog. However, Martha is a little allergic to animal hair. Fortunately, Boo doesn't shed much... Do you know? Clark, when I heard I was a little surprised when you said that your friend had the same name as Xiaobu, did you name Xiaobu after his name?"

"Of course not, Dad. Xiaobu has his own ideas. I think cats have more ideas than dogs." Clark turned his head in another direction, looking back at the man who was tying the curtains.

"Don't worry about it, Bruce, you know what's going on with him." Clark lowered his voice and said, "Jonathan sometimes makes some inappropriate jokes. His sense of humor is a bit strange. I hope you don't mind."

Bruce pressed a finger against his temple, and sighed softly. He didn't expect that when he came to Clark's hometown of Smallville, Kansas, the first problem he had to solve was that there was another Bruce Came earlier than him, and also took his name.

"mum--"

A low and hoarse cat meow came from the corner of the stairs, and when Bruce turned his head, he saw a black cat stretching its front paws on the blanket, and scratched vigorously on the carpet with its two black paws. He kicked his hind legs again, and the hair all over his body exploded like an electric shock, and then calmed down again.

"Oh, no! Xiaobu, you can't scratch the carpet! Bad cat!" Clark's father, Jonathan, rushed up and picked up the Batcat from the ground. Neck jumped to the other shoulder.

Jonathan stretched out his arms and scratched around his head as if dancing. Clark stood up helplessly, grabbed the back of Batcat's neck, and hugged it into his arms.

"How long is this guy going to stay here?" Batcat stared at Bruce with his vertical pupils, looking a little vigilant, sniffed his nose slightly, and then said to Clark in a low voice: "He smells of blood, he must have done something wrong. "

"Don't say that, Xiaobu, he was injured, and his mental condition is also very worrying. He came here to recuperate, and it is estimated that he will stay here for a few months until his mental state improves."

"Don't be stupid, his mental state won't get better." Batcat rubbed his claws on Clark's arm, then bared his teeth and said, "Otherwise he wouldn't be Batman."

"He wasn't Batman, but Bruce Wayne, my friend, a mental patient who needs love and care. Remember, Xiaobu, you have to give way to him. We have to care for the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled."

Bruce covered his forehead and said, "I'm not sick or old."

"You are." Clark looked at him and said with certainty: "You broke three ribs, your lungs were injured, your shoulder was injured, you were stabbed in the stomach, and you were stabbed in the neck. Isn't that old, weak, sick and disabled? Who is it? It can't be me, can it?"

Bruce was speechless, but there was a scream from the kitchen door. Clark turned around and asked, "What's wrong? Mom?"

Clark's mother, Martha, walked over as quickly as possible, touched her earlobe lightly and said, "I heard that right, did you just say that he was injured? He was stabbed?"

"More than one stab." Clark put his hands on his hips, pointed at Bruce with one hand, and said, "He was stabbed at least four or five times in a week, and one was cut on an artery."

Jonathan, who was next to him, also rushed over. The family of three and a cat stood behind the sofa together, all staring at Bruce, as if they were looking at an alien.

Martha took the lead in putting back the apron that had been untied, and rushed back to the kitchen as quickly as possible, bypassing the dining table and chairs, and while resetting the pot, she said: "God, I still talked about one appetizer and two courses before." The main dish, soup and dessert should be enough, but for normal people, patients must supplement nutrition, let me see, first make some fish stuffing, and then a baked chicken..."

"Clark, why didn't you say it earlier? I thought Bruce was just here to visit. You should have told me earlier that he had suffered such a serious injury, so that I could prepare a nutritious and hearty meal in advance instead of the homely routine like today. vegetable."

"...God, where did the fish in the refrigerator go?" Martha exclaimed again, but in the next second she raised her voice and shouted: "Little Bu! Xiao Bu! Bruce... sorry, I didn't call you, I You are calling our cat, Xiaobu! Are you stealing fish again?!"

Clark immediately opened Batcat's mouth, took a look and said, "I'm afraid it is, Mom, and the crime happened just last night."

Martha lowered her arms, sighed and said sadly: "It's like this every time, when I want to do something, I always lack this or that..."

"Stop complaining, Martha, we still have a son, Clark, drive to make up for your dear mother." Jonathan waved his hand and said, "By the way, put the cat down, I hope the fish can live Get off the pot."

While taking the car keys from Jonathan, Clark hugged Batcat and said, "I'll take care of it, let me take it with me."

Bruce stood up from the sofa and said, "I'm coming too."

"Oh my god!"

"God!"

"Jesus above!"

Three exclamations sounded in unison, and Bruce froze in place, not knowing what he said wrong.

Jonathan grabbed his shoulders, pushed him back on the sofa, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, boy, you're covered in wounds, and now you're telling me you're going to drive four miles away Buying things? That will kill people!"

"Four miles? Why so far?" Bruce asked.

"Because there is only a place to sell fish in the town." Clark shrugged and said, "This is a farm in the suburbs, four miles is close enough, if you live on the dairy farm, you may have to drive ten miles .”

"I just want to go out and get some air." Bruce looked very uncomfortable with the atmosphere here, as if he wanted to escape at any time.

Clark scratched his head and said, "But it's true. I heard Dr. Weir say that patients should spend more time in the sun and fresh air. The road is relatively smooth, so let's go together."

Bruce heaved a sigh of relief. Before Clark could react, he was already outside the door. Clark looked at him with some doubts and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? I still have to get shopping bags and hats."

"You go." Bruce stood outside the door, not intending to go in at all.

"He's shy," said the bat cat in Clark's arms.

"I didn't." Bruce denied.

"You have, I'm Batman too."

Clark squeezed Batcat's mouth, smirked at Bruce, and rushed into the room to get the hat.

After a while, he took out two sun visor hats, both of which were woven straw hats. Bruce put them on his head for comparison and found that they blocked his view a bit, so he handed the hats back to Clark and said, "Let's forget it." , you just wear it."

Clark opened his eyes slightly and said, "Are you sure?"

Bruce nodded indifferently, Clark thought for a while, and didn't force him, but put the huge hat on the Batcat's head, covering the whole cat in it.

The two of them and the cat came to the garage together, and Bruce looked at the old pickup truck in the garage that he couldn't even judge the age and brand with modern mechanical knowledge.

Bruce pursed his lips, swallowed again, looked at Clark and said, "Do you want to open this thing to buy groceries?"

"That's right." Clark opened the door and sat in the cab.

Bruce hesitated for a moment. He really didn't know how hard he should pull the door so that the door of the pickup truck, which might be older than Alfred, would not fall off.

Unexpectedly, Clark had turned sideways and stretched out his arms, pushed the door on the other side open, and smiled enthusiastically at Bruce and said, "I know you can't lift your arms, come on, I'll pull you up. "

Seeing Clark's outstretched arm, Bruce hesitated for a moment, still holding on to the edge of the door frame, and slowly climbed up to the passenger seat. Just as he climbed up, he heard the Batcat squatting on the back seat. A sneer like meowing and laughing.

Bruce wanted to turn his head to look at it, but at this moment, Clark twisted the car key twice, sighed, waved to Bruce and said, "The ignition won't work, get out of the car."

Bruce stared at Clark in a daze. Clark shrugged and said, "You can't expect the pickup truck my grandfather bought to work smoothly every day. Today we are unlucky. The old man may be a little tired."

After finishing speaking, Clark got out of the car, and Bruce wanted to get out of the car slowly. Clark hugged his waist directly, and took him to the ground, just like lifting a sack of straw.

Before Bruce could recover from the bewilderment of the sudden change of location, Clark was already striding towards another garage.

After Bruce followed, Clark rubbed his hands and said, "Fortunately, we have backup options, otherwise we really wouldn't be able to eat fish today."

"Backup option..."

Before Bruce finished speaking, the garage door slowly opened.

Parked in the garage is a tall, mighty, gorgeously painted, and full of the beauty of modern industrial machinery... a tractor.