Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 168

Clark led Daisy and walked slowly in the waves of crops.

The Kent family has been farming for generations, and the crops are well tended. This field is mainly taken care of by Martha. When winter comes, the leaves are green, and the wind blows, and the rustling sounds, as if they are unwilling to sleep, and they will not let anyone sing loudly. Opportunity.

Such an experience is undoubtedly novel to Daisy.

She grew up in the city. Although she said that her family also has a farm in Seattle, because Tony is busy, she doesn't go there often. She steps on the soft ground with her little feet, and leaves gently pat her face. It's very fun.

"Do you like it here?" Clark asked, looking down.

"like."

Xiaotuanzi raised his head and smiled all over his face.

"When I was young, I often played here." Clark said, "Run like this."

He quickened his feet, ran up with Daisy, and with a big hand, he lifted this small moment off the ground.

Daisy felt as if she was flying up, whistling in her ears, she was not afraid, she laughed excitedly with her big eyes bent, waving her short hands and feet, waiting to be held up by Clark in the air, and patted him endlessly Back of hand, do it again.

"I'm looking at you." Clark put the soft little dough closer, and the blue eyes of each other reflected each other. There was sky in one pair of eyes and earth in the other, which made him feel emotional, "I can probably imagine a little bit, How did my father feel when he looked at me?"

Jonathan Kent was an amazing dad.

The first time he saw Clark, he knew that this child was destined to change the world. In front of the Son of Krypton, human beings seemed extremely small, while his soul stood like a giant.

Without his guidance, perhaps there would be no Clark Kent today.

When Daisy heard about her father, she pointed her little hand in the direction of the white house: "It's over there."

The old father, who was being fed all kinds of delicacies by the enthusiastic Martha, sat on the sofa, looked up and looked out the door if he felt something.

Of course I saw nothing.

"What's wrong?" Martha asked.

"No." Tony picked up the huge teacup, almost covering half of his face, "It's nothing."

If the little one at home knows that he is stealing snacks, I am afraid that even if he is playing hard outside, he will come over to share them as soon as possible.

"To be honest, I was still a little worried." Martha leaned on the table, embarrassedly said, "Of course this kind of worry is too much of a nosy—"

"You're worried that I won't be able to raise my child." Tony took her words without thinking.

Martha didn't deny it: "It's a lot of meddling."

"It's okay." Tony was very open-minded. He broke the lava cake in half and saw the thick chocolate gushing out of it. He thought that Daisy would like to eat it, so he put the big half back on the plate. Not a parent. My friends never expected anything from me."

Thinking about it this way, Rhodes would go to his house every now and then. Apart from the nice-sounding visit to friends, perhaps he also had a purpose of observing his parenting situation.

The colonel was really upset.

"I don't think so at all now." Martha continued the black tea for Tony, "You can tell by Daisy's happy face. You are a good father."

"Clark has been very happy after knowing Daisy's existence." Martha said, "Different from the understanding and love given to him by his family or friends, Daisy gave him a sense of belonging."

"I'm so thankful for this baby."

Also saying "thank you" was Xiaotuanzi who was sitting in the back of the truck with Clark.

The space behind the agricultural truck is very spacious, and it also comes with a convertible hood and natural sound system. The inside is covered with a thick layer of grass, and it is very comfortable to sit on.

Daisy followed Clark to play in the field. At first, she walked by herself. As she walked, she was carried on Clark's generous back. As she walked, they met a store, and the two bought a bag of snacks. I found an unowned truck in the open area in front of the garage, sat in it and ate slowly.

Kansas is really good for everything.

"The buildings here have hardly changed." Clark took out a piece of potato chips from the bag, and pointed to Daisy, "It used to be like this, this garage has been struggling to make ends meet since the year before last, and all the people left, leaving one empty shell."

Although Tuanzi is only over two years old, he is already a good listener, listening to Clark quietly, and occasionally putting potato chips in his mouth to bite, the crisp clicking sound fascinates the child.

Even if one day she came out to explore the world with a small burden on her own, she probably wouldn't have to worry about going hungry, and many people outside were willing to feed her.

And they all taste good.She ate half a bag of potato chips without knowing it.

If the old father were here, he would have confiscated the bag of potato chips quickly and hid it where she couldn't find it. The theory of "you can't eat too much of anything" should still apply after many years.

Clark turned his head and found that there were not many potato chips. Looking at this tabby cat with a mouth full of scum, he couldn't help laughing. He wiped her with his sleeve, unscrewed the bottled juice bought in the store, and fed her two more mouthfuls.

Probably the taste of the juice is different from what I usually drink. Daisy doesn't like it very much. She sips her mouth and turns her head away: "This is not good."

"If you don't like it, don't drink it," Clark said.

He looked at the time, it was getting late, he thought it was time to go home for dinner, and was about to get up and take the little one out of the car, when he suddenly focused, as if he heard some unusual movement.

"I'm afraid someone is in trouble." Clark turned over and got out of the car, picked up Daisy and her potato chips, and walked quickly with long legs, "Let's go help."

"It's for help." Tuanzi imitated, "Let's go."

"Yes. When others have difficulties, they always have to help."

The so-called "difficult" people were not far from the abandoned garage. They walked around the factory, and with Clark's eyesight, they saw a thin little boy being punched to the ground from a distance.

The one who knocked down the child was not some vicious bully, but three or two people of the same age, who were really strong and strong, with a grin on their faces, as if they got great pleasure from fisting each other.

In particular, the thin child's glasses fell to the ground, making his eyes blurry, and he had to lie down on the ground to search with difficulty, which caused these three or two to laugh loudly.

"Two eyes out of four will not work."

"bookworm!"

Clark was stunned for a moment.

What he saw in front of him seemed to go back in memory. He had a very good memory and could remember even a little detail. Of course, he clearly recalled the scene when he was a teenager who was picked on for no reason because of rumors of being "special".

People are sometimes alike.

Even though the bodies are different and the ways of expression are different, the emotions that surge up in an instant, no matter malice, anger, helplessness, or the urge to cry, can be copied from one group of people to another.

"He's sad." Daisy poked her head, and saw the pitifully bullied little boy on the ground who was holding back and refused to admit defeat. The expression on his face was so simple and easy to understand that it made her droop, " How to do it."

"It's not good to bully people," Clark said.

He said, seeing that the bullied child seemed to have no strength to fight back, he wanted to step forward to stop him.

As a result, as soon as his footsteps moved, a figure rushed out faster than him. While screaming and holding a broom, he rushed into the middle of the bully without hesitation, swept left and right, and forcefully forced the taller boy back several steps .

They were wary at first, but when they saw who was coming, they immediately scoffed, with disdain written all over their faces.

It's a little girl with red hair.

She doesn't look strong at all, with two freckles on her face, and thin arms and legs, but she seems to have recharged her courage a hundred percent. Even if the broom is snatched away immediately, she still stands firm on her hips and says loudly: "No. You must bully people!"

"Come on, Susan." The leader of the bully didn't take it seriously, folded his arms and sprayed his nose to his forehead, "Your cartoon is about to start. Go back and watch your TV."

When he spoke like this, he looked a little fierce.

The little girl named Susan was not afraid of him at all. If it wasn't for her lack of height, she might have jumped up and hit him on the head: "You always do such boring things!"

"Boring?" The big man gritted his teeth, turned his head and kicked the skinny peer who was still looking for glasses on the ground, "I can be more boring, do you believe it?"

"you--"

"Hey!"

Seeing that the big man wanted to bully Susan together, Clark spoke at the right time.

As soon as he spoke, the group of children all looked over.

The man holding a baby seemed to be less deterrent, but the group of bullies looked at Clark's stature, and then at their own stature. When trying to save face, they saw Clark lift his legs and walk towards this side. Every step they took After a little bit of cowardice, I finally decided that this was the one who beat me up without frowning, so I turned around and ran away.

"You wait for me, Susan!" The leader also dropped the threat.

The little red-haired girl jumped high: "I'll tell mom when I get home!"

After fighting back, she turned to look at Clark, smiled gratefully, and reached out to pull the child on the ground who was touching the glasses that those people dropped—he was actually older than her: "Get up."

This time, it was the girl who made Superman.

Clark didn't interrupt them, and took two steps back, watching the two children leave silently, bowing his head and smiling.

Tuanzi was still looking up and seeing the sparkle in the skinny boy's eyes, he pointed to little Susan beside him: "Hello."

"She's brave," Clarke said, "but those kids who bully don't do the right thing with their fists."

"Does bullying really bring happiness?"

Daisy had never bullied anyone, so she didn't know whether she was happy or not. She shook her head blankly when she heard Clark's question as if he was asking him or herself.

This question is somewhat complicated.

"A person's strength should not be obtained from harming the innocent and the weak. When it comes to strength, the only thing you get is vanity and hatred."

The former is illusory, while the latter is deeply rooted, neither of which is a good thing.

Tuanzi half understood: "Where is the strength?"

Clark hooked her soft little hands: "It's the hands you hold tightly when difficulties come."

"What do you think?" he asked. "Daisy?"

At meal time, the old father managed to wait for his daughter who came back from the gallop at the door of the white house.

The little baby ran like a rolling ball, and successfully attracted the attention of Su Mu who was lying on the floor. Daisy was very enthusiastic, and Su Mu was even more enthusiastic. He ran over and licked her face until it was wet.

"Don't, don't." Daisy rarely saw the same Stark-like disgust as her father on her face, she wiped her face, dodged to her father, kicked her chubby legs, and couldn't wait for the adults to hug her.

Clark came from behind and couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.

From such a smile, you can also get enough strength.

"You're stealing food outside." As soon as the dumpling approached, the detective-like old father smelled it, and was about to ask what he ate, but unexpectedly, the little one caught the big hand.

Daisy squeezed her father's hand firmly.

"What is this for?" Smart as Tony is also confused.

"Great, Dad." Tuanzi puffed his face, and then squeezed it vigorously, as if he had done something remarkable, and then took a closer look at his big hand, "A lot, a lot. Is there strength?"

"Yes." The old father said, "My hand bones are going to be broken."