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Chapter 428 Riven: I am only sad once a day

"Spring. Spring has really come."

After a while, Louise murmured in a low voice.

She looked up at the front of the car. The road was still frozen hard. The winter chill enveloped the place and showed no sign of dissipating.

Only the place where Mark and Emma were was covered with the lush green of spring.

If in the past, Louise had discovered this incredible natural phenomenon, she would have taken out her camera to capture it immediately.

She had no doubt that if she really did that, she would definitely discover a big news that would cause a sensation.

But Louise did not take any action. She just stared blankly at the two cheering children.

Neither she nor Chloe spoke. They just watched the child immersed in the happiness of spring.

"That girl... She has leukemia, but death will not take her away."

A few minutes later, Louise looked at Emma who was laughing and whispered, "Because someone planted a spring for her in the cold winter."

Her eyes were slightly red and she looked away.

"Is it magic?"

Chloe didn't know why the miracle before her eyes happened, she thought it might be the work of magic.

When Lana encountered the witch possession incident, she realized that there was indeed magic in this world that could make the impossible possible.

"No, maybe. It's just a miracle."

Louise said to her cousin in a depressed tone: "It's just because we have grown up that we can't see or imagine that such a miracle will happen."

"I also hoped for such a miracle."

Hearing Louise's words, Chloe looked at her cousin in surprise and asked, "When?"

"A long time ago, I had a friend. In my memory, she always sat in front of a store with broken windows, weeds, and concrete all over the floor. I called her 'Sugar'."

“She sat behind a pile of cinder blocks, slurping drinks from a Diet Coke bottle through a bent straw, but then she got brain cancer.”

Louise's voice was not as impetuous as before, but unusually calm.

"I went to the hospital to see her. She had shaved her head and shyly put on a hat under everyone's gaze. But when winter passed and spring came, she did not come back. Her life was frozen at the age of ten, frozen in that cold winter."

Chloe listened to her cousin's story and her mood became gloomy.

"You never told me any of this, Louise."

"Because in the eyes of those who know me, I have always been a rebellious and arrogant person. I smoke, drink, and have a chewing gum addiction. I must not be able to hide anything in my heart, and I will not have any pain."

Louise quietly looked out the car window at the cold and solemn winter scenery. "My father is a general. He is tenacious, upright and stubborn. He may be a good man, but I rarely feel his love for me. He said he doesn't want to see a daughter who cries and is sad about the past or the past."

"Then he went a little too far."

Chloe confided to her: "We are all normal human beings, so we will always feel sad about the past and the people who have passed away."

Looking down at her watch, Chloe started the car and said to Louise, "We have to go. We have an interview this afternoon."

Louise nodded.

As the car slowly moved forward, her depressed mood gradually improved.

When the car was about to leave the street, Louise looked back and found a somewhat familiar figure walking into the spring surrounded by greenery and laughter.

Is that Peter Padrick?

Louise opened her mouth in surprise when she saw the familiar figure was Peter.

After sending Emma home, Peter and Mark went home together.

"Thanks, Dad."

Mark walked for a while and suddenly stopped to thank him.

"Why thank me, Mark?"

Peter stopped and turned to his youngest son.

"Because you helped Emma. Without your help, Emma would have no money for treatment, and maybe she would really leave us. Thank you for sending Emma to Gotham for treatment, Dad."

Mark looked Peter in the eyes and thanked him.

He was both happy and touched by his father's behavior.

"And, Dad, thank you for giving Emma a spring."

Mark now came out of his laughter with Emma, ​​and soon realized that the spring that suddenly appeared in the cold winter was created by his father using magic.

"I know, Dad, you have been paying attention to Emma, ​​and you know and can feel Emma's pain."

Mark had the urge to cry, but he held it back. He bit his lip and said to Peter, "Thank you for giving Emma the hope of spring, and also for giving her a head full of golden hair that came with spring."

"Sorry, Dad, I know I should look happy now, but I don't know why, I...I can't be happy."

Mark bowed his head and apologized to Peter.

He didn't know that his father had clearly helped Emma, ​​and Emma had seen the spring and began to recover her health in the spring, but he didn't know why he couldn't be happy.

Peter came over, squatted down, looked into Mark’s eyes, and said to him softly: “Because you see the helplessness of ordinary people, Mark.”

He reached out and tightened the scarf around Mark's neck.

The spring that was next to Mark and Emma just now was summoned from the dreams of mortals by him using the sandbag of the Sandman.

Although it is winter now, many people still dream of spring with flowers blooming. Peter said to Mark: "Because Emma has experienced misfortune and pain, she is a microcosm of ordinary people. Most of us are more familiar with failure. Although winning is great, ordinary people will only encounter one failure after another."

Mark listened to Peter's words and looked at his hands in confusion.

"It is normal for ordinary people to face failure. Dad, I know this. In fact, I often wonder at night why I exist? Or what is the meaning of life?"

Peter: "."

He looked at Mark in surprise.

He didn't expect that this kid would be like Clark who read Nietzsche when he was a child.

Do you understand philosophy at such a young age?

"Hmm, what did you come up with, Mark?"

"I don't know. Every time I think about this, a voice always appears in my mind: Stop it! I hate such questions!"

Mark looked at the pretty pink hat in his hand.

It was given to him by Emma.

"I'm actually not strong at all, Dad. In the Marvel world, I became an adult and suddenly had great power, but when I was fighting Thanos, my body was shaking the whole time, and I kept my eyes closed when I was flying in the sky."

Mark reveals his true feelings to Peter.

"When I learned that Emma had leukemia, I was always scared and would secretly cry in a place where no one was around. When faced with failure, I would be cowardly and afraid like an ordinary person."

"Will you be disappointed in me, Dad? Because - compared to my brothers and sister Raven, I have never had the power they have. I have encountered more failures. I will feel uncomfortable and painful because of Emma's illness. I don't behave like a man."

Mark raised his eyes and looked at him with sad eyes.

"No, of course not."

Peter was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and said to him: "Boys don't have to conform to other people's ideas of masculinity. Instead of pretending to be strong, it is better to be honest with yourself."

"Knowing that today is bad, then expect tomorrow to be better, accept the reality, and continue to be willing to believe, this is the attitude towards life that Dad wants you to have."

Peter said as he reached out and touched Mark's hair.

"Being afraid of failure doesn't mean you're not brave. You'll be afraid when facing the criminals, Mark, but you'll still fight them for Ryan. You'll tremble when facing Thanos, but you'll still rush forward bravely. When facing the sick Emma, ​​although you're afraid of losing her, you'll always try to smile so that Emma won't see how upset you are."

“So, failure is not scary, and it is normal to be afraid of failure, because that is the life of a normal person.”

After listening to Peter's words, Mark's mood improved a lot.

He found that his father always understood his feelings.

"Thanks, Dad."

Mark thanked Peter again: "Thank you for being willing to talk to me for so long."

"You're welcome. So are you feeling better now?"

Peter asked, patting his head.

"Yes, Dad."

night.

Padraic Farm.

McBee returns to Metropolis as a vigilante, and now the cooking duties have been taken over by Martian Manhunter and Persephone.

Peter was at Kent Farm at this time and had not returned yet.

In the living room, Raven kept staring at Mark, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong? Sister."

Mark put down his pancakes and asked Raven who was staring at him.

"nothing?"

Raven turned to the Martian Manhunter next to her and asked, "Mr. Jones, can you help me see into Mark's heart?"

She wants Martian Manhunter to help her peek into Mark's heart.

“No, this is not in line with Earth’s moral values. Why do you want to see Mark’s heart?”

Martian Manhunter asked confused.

"Because I found that Mark has a lot of little thoughts."

Raven looked at Mark who had an innocent expression on his face, "He always wants his dad to focus on him, especially lately."

Raven was indignant, thinking that Mark had been staying with her father recently, leaving her and her father with no time to spend together.

"That's not a little thought, Raven. Maybe Mark is having a hard time in his life."

Martian Manhunter explained to Raven.

Raven looked confused, "Life dilemma?"

Martian Manhunter glanced at Mark, "Life always has setbacks, and sometimes it makes us frustrated and painful."

Raven thought for a moment and said, "Yes, life can be difficult sometimes, so I believe in a philosophy of life that my father taught me."

"what?"

“Allow yourself to be sad only once a day.”

(End of this chapter)