Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 167

Clark Kent, it's been a long time.

He didn't seem to have changed much. He was wearing an ordinary overcoat. He smiled with two small canine teeth. The dimples in his eyes were kind and warm. No one could have imagined that such a little reporter was actually a superman who saved people from fire and water in countless disasters. .

There should be an insurmountable gap between human beings and gods. Only after meeting him did they realize that the gap did not need to exist.

Or it does exist.After all, not everyone can resolutely throw their lives into the plight of others. It is not the bullying that is crushed by clenched fists, but the hope and justice that collapsed amidst the bullying. It is not the enemy, but the self that holds kindness and tenderness. Good turns evil, and once a person is not worthy of being a human being.

Clark didn't shake his fist today, he just made adequate preparations, bought vegetables, packed the house, and received the little guests from Manhattan.

"I wanted to go there after Thanksgiving." Clark took Daisy out of the car, pulled her limp little hand, and said to Tony who got out of the front door, "But there were two accidents in Gotham last week. As for the news, the editor-in-chief sent me to run, so I couldn’t make it.”

"My mother always said that she wanted to see Daisy, so I invite you to come over for dinner." Clark said, "I hope I didn't disturb your work."

"It's okay." The old father didn't take it seriously, "Everything that needs to be dealt with has been dealt with."

He closed the car door, turned around, and found a plainly dressed old lady standing at the door of the white house.

"That must be your mother." Tony said.

Martha Kent was originally preparing the ingredients for the meal in the kitchen. When she heard the movement outside, she quickly put down the things at hand and walked out quickly. As soon as she went out, she saw guests coming from afar.

Her hair is already half gray, but her face is fresh, she likes to smile like her son, and is very kind.

It also has a very solid spine.Her husband was killed in the storm, and she kept going, giving Clark the strength a mother can when he can't sleep at night.

Knowing that there is such a Kryptonian baby on the earth, Martha is very happy, and has imagined Daisy's appearance countless times in her mind. Compared with Clark when she was a child, she thinks that Daisy should be more well-behaved and cuter.

See you today, sure enough.

Almost as soon as Clark approached with Daisy in his arms, Martha fell in love with this soft baby. Looking at that pink face, one couldn't help but lean forward to kiss it.

Of course she didn't.

One grandma Roxy is enough, but if there is another one, Daisy will run away with grease on her feet if she sees the one with gray hair, or they will pounce on her and suck her in the face.

"It's so beautiful." Martha sighed.

She smiled from ear to ear, and the undisguised affection on her face infected the little ball nestled in Clark's arms. Daisy looked at the grandma, embarrassed, and poked her head into the crook of Clark's neck.

The light golden hair has no impurities at all, the skin is tender and fleshy, lively and agile, it can be seen that Tony is well-raised.

Daisy's shyness is only temporary.

When Martha took out the pre-baked biscuits from the kitchen, the little one forgot all the embarrassment and was not at all reserved, leaned out to get two pieces, and gave one piece to Dad , A piece for myself to eat.

Martha bent down and concentrated on observing Daisy's expression when she was eating the biscuit. Seeing that her brows and eyes were stretched, she thought she liked it, so she laughed along with her: "Is it delicious?"

After Clark grew up, she hadn't experienced this kind of raising a child for a long time.Although the eldest child in the family always makes her worry.

"Okay." Tuanzi's face was swollen, like a little goldfish talking, and when Martha brought out the milk again, she hurriedly moved her head towards it, almost buried her face in it, and drank until her mouth was useless.

"Those who don't know will think that you have been hungry at home for a few days." The old father joked as he looked at his daughter who was at ease.

"Let her eat." Martha said, "Clark also eats a lot. They always need more energy than people on Earth to adapt to this world."

Daisy likes this place.

The air here smells very comfortable, and the natural aroma of the crops remains in the increasingly cold wind, as if the heart and lungs are attached to the earth, and the pulse of every inch of soil can be heard.

The white house is also good, there are many delicious biscuits, and a swing stand, and there is even a smart Su Mu in the house.

She also has cute pets at home, but they are minions. Sixty or seventy of them are noisy. If you throw a frisbee out, the banana capsules will not get it back, and they may melt the frisbee with a welding torch for fun.

"Why do I eat a lot?" Clark asked Martha.

"Didn't you eat enough last night?" Martha took a small biscuit from the tray and gave it to her son, seeming to complain, and the deep affection in the smile lines is what many mothers have when they look at their children, "I never I'm not afraid that you will be full, but I am afraid that you are not full."

Tony didn't speak.

He turned the thin mobile phone unconsciously at his fingertips, watching the Kent mother and son talking, the shadows of the two of them were reflected in the maple syrup-colored pupils, in the blink of an eye, it seemed to be the image of another pair of mother and son, and in the blink of an eye again, The slightly turbulent emotions were suppressed to the bottom of his eyes.

He has nothing to think about.

"I heard from Clark that Daisy can already fly." Martha noticed the silence of Tony sitting on the sofa, and handed over a biscuit, "She is really amazing."

"Yes." The old father said, "Flying higher and higher, almost flying over my head."

He took the biscuit given by Martha, put it in his mouth, and found that it tasted good, at least it was much friendlier than Aunt May's bread with walnuts and red dates.

The dumpling is still eating cookies.

She chewed one piece in her mouth and held another piece in her little hand, always having a backup.

At the moment when the adults were talking, she heard her name being mentioned, her ears stretched out, she was only waiting for something delicious, she was so concentrated that she forgot to feed herself with the little hand holding the biscuit.

He also didn't notice a silent shadow stalking behind him.

Clark saw it, turned his face away, and smiled quietly.

Daisy heard her father praise her for flying high, she was very proud, raised her head and chest, and said happily: "Daddy, I will fly."

Her hand compared the shape of a small wing: "It's so tall, Daddy."

The old father looked at her, and didn't seem to agree, but seemed to be watching a good show.

What a good show to watch, Daisy soon knew.

She compared the little wings very well, but it was a pity that she forgot to hold the biscuit, not to mention that Su Mu, who was approaching quietly behind her, came over all of a sudden, quickly put the little biscuit in her mouth, turned around and ran fast.

There are too many routines in this world, it is really hard to guard against.

It took two seconds for the hard-to-guard toddler to realize that the biscuit in his hand was gone, and when he turned his head, he saw the figure of the biscuit thieves gliding quickly with oil on his feet, and he grasped his empty little hand in a daze, and told his father, "No. "

"Tell him to return it to you." The old father raised his eyebrows, happy to see her handle it by herself.

Daisy thought about it, and she really ran outside on her chubby legs, asking the puppy to return the biscuits.

Clark stood up with a smile: "I'll take her."

Tuanzi walked outside, and the biscuit had been hidden by the mischievous Su Mu for a long time. A big dog was lying in front of the room, wagging its tail lazily at her, as if the prank just now did not come from its mouth, but was just an illusion of Daisy .

But when it comes to food, Daisy rarely makes mistakes in judgment.

She walked over slowly, stretched out her little hand to Su Mu, and waited for the biscuit to return to her hand.

If you do, you may be disappointed.

Su Mu was very happy, and immediately got up, licking the tender palms with biscuit crumbs.

It was very itchy, so Tuanzi quickly withdrew his hand and hid it behind his back.

This is great, instead of asking for the biscuits back, he even washed his hands with saliva.

"Why, can't you get it back?" Clark, who went out later, saw the scene of the child standing against the dog, and felt it was funny, and also felt that the baby who lost the biscuit inexplicably was very pitiful.

Especially when she turned her head and said softly to herself "he won't give it", she was so pitiful and cute that adults couldn't help but want to help.

What's more, it was Su Mu who made trouble in the first place.

"There are still a lot in the house." Clark said, "I'll give you all to eat, as an apology for him. Is this okay?"

Before he delivered justice, Daisy was going to boldly brush Su Mu's dog hair to see if he had hidden the biscuit on him. Hearing this, the half-pity she felt for the poor biscuit suddenly became very He was so happy, his big eyes were bent, and he hugged Clark's leg in the past.

Clark reached down and compared Daisy's height.

Although the baby Daisy is still small, it is much taller than when we met last time.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?" Clark knelt down and said to Daisy, "This field over here belongs to our family. Going outside, there are other people's homes, factories, and open spaces. The weather is very cold today." Well, I think it would be nice to take a walk."

Daisy looked at the big fellow from the country in front of her.

He is gentle.

Of course, many adults around her are very gentle to her.

Different from Jarvis's thoughtfulness, different from the old father's heart and soul and occasional love for his father, Clark always gives this little baby many opportunities to choose.

He is also very willing to respect her choice.

Even if she is only two years old.

It's amazing to be able to make choices at the age of two.

"Okay." Tuanzi thought for a while, and approached Clark like a ball of soft cotton, holding his big hand with his small hand, "My father?"

She was afraid of losing her ignorant old father.

"Dad is waiting for us at home. I'll take you there, do you think it's okay?" Clark asked patiently.

Daisy looked inside the door and saw Tony's head, she was relieved immediately, and said happily, "Okay."

When the big Kryptonian took the little Kryptonian out, Tony was reading this morning's newspaper on the sofa.

The shelf life of news is very short, after 24 hours it is worthless, and he just flipped through it.

Then I saw a figure drawn on the bottom of the newspaper with an oil-based pen.

It was painted black so that the appearance could not be seen clearly, and it had no face in the first place.

"You also like doodling, Martha," Tony said.

Martha took a look and said with a smile: "Clark drew it by hand. He said he dreamed of a woman in black last night and drew it by hand."

The style of this stick figure, the old father felt as if he had seen it somewhere.

Reminiscent of the small drawing book that I used to use at home, I immediately understood it.

I am afraid that all Kryptonians have the potential to be soul painters.