Today was also a pretty tiring day for Clark Kent.
Clark didn't like cities very much. He was used to the shrewd calculations and intrigues in those cities. Especially the place where he works now is obviously a newspaper, but he is always unwilling to make a living by reporting the truth. Instead, he always spends his time researching some headlines that attract many people's attention. Clark's internship work is really not going well. .
Returning home was what Clark had always wanted.
Maybe life should be simpler, and there is nothing wrong with being the son of a farmer and becoming a new farmer in the future.
However, he came back today not to return to his family, but as a "guest" who had traveled home for a long time to attend a reception banquet that had been prepared for a long time.
Clark's father, Kent Sr., had told Clark about a new neighbor many days ago.
In Old Kent's words, he was a person who truly loved the land and was good at working with crops and plants. He was just not very good at using machinery, but he was very willing to learn.
That's a great young man.
The more Old Kent said this, the more curious Clark became of course. The young man who was not much different in age from him seemed to be going through a life curve similar to his: he was tired of the city, so he came to the countryside and chose to follow his own wishes and become a farmer.
The difference is that he succeeded, but he, Clark Kent, still had to work humiliatingly as an intern reporter in a newspaper.
If it weren't for Louise in the newspaper office, Clark really wouldn't want to do this job. To be a lumberjack, a sailor or something, this is the job that Clark really suits him.
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After stopping the car, Clark couldn't help but have a happy and satisfied smile on his face when he got out of the car.
He knows he is 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 must be God's mercy on him. Gave him such a perfect life.
"ha……"
With a gentle breath, Clark took his bag, pursed his lips with a smile, walked to the home where he had lived for more than twenty years, and opened the door that he had opened 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 and Alfred."
After handing the briefcase to his mother, Clark skillfully took off his coat and hung it on the back of the door. He stretched out his hand and walked towards the dining table: "Hello, I'm Clark Kent."
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Old Kent rarely drank, and he rarely drank so much. Clark could tell that his father was really happy today.
"Jonathan, you have such a wonderful son, but you just lied to me and said that your son is not motivated enough. This is not what you would say to a good friend."
Alfred also drank a lot. The more the old gentleman looked at him, the more he liked Clark after sitting at the wine table.
What a good child, shy, honest, willing to do things, and listen to the discipline of his parents...
With such a child being raised in his own hands, how could he still have anything to express dissatisfaction with?
"It would be great if the one I raised could be as good as your son."
Alfred recalled the difficult days of raising Bruce Wayne.
He wanted to make friends with criminals, but he didn't stop him.
He wanted to go out and travel around, and he didn't stop him.
He smoked and drank so much that he had to empty out the Wayne family wine cellar. I spent the whole day either going out to fight with others to death, or studying some hot weapons and cold weapons. The only few times when he could be a normal person, he still had the character of a prodigal rich second generation, because Bruce felt that otherwise he would not be able to cover up his other identity.
But you can just use it as a cover-up. If you change your girlfriend in five days, you can get along seriously and find someone decent to get married to. If that doesn't work, you can just keep a child.
Alfred now silently says sorry to Bruce's parents who passed away every day. He feels that it is his education that has led to the terminal crisis that the Wayne family may face.
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The two old men exchanged words with each other, chatting in a lively manner, and soon the others were forgotten somewhere.
At the beginning, the two were still complaining about each other. One said that the child in the family had a stubborn temper, and the other said that he had raised a stubborn donkey. One said that his children had no ambitions, and the other said that the one he raised had the biggest ambition to empty out the wine cellar...
But as they chatted, the two began to compare inexplicably again. From primary school grades to after-school exercises, from mastering foreign languages to using agricultural machinery...
It seems that parents all over the world are the same, especially after drinking a little alcohol.
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Linn was originally sitting on the side next to old Kent, but he really couldn't stand the weird thing about two old men over fifty years old stretching their necks to "quarrel" across him.
He consciously gave up his seat to Alfred, and sat in the middle seat with a wry smile amidst Mrs. Kent's teasing smile. When changing seats, he also took the last bottle of red wine there.
In this way, Lynn became adjacent to Clark Kent, who was the last to come to the table.
To be honest, at the beginning, Lynn wanted to take advantage of Clark's friendship and act like a cheap uncle.
Later, he took back his dangerous idea in time.
We don't want to be a boss here. Don't get sick and ruin the good situation. This is a superman, so it's normal.
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Resisting the idea of giving himself a big mouth to help him force himself to calm down, Linn poured himself some wine with a smile, and then raised the bottle to signal Clark.
Clark smiled and nudged his cup forward.
"Please believe me, I have absolutely no intention of leading your father to drink."
Linn pointed at Alfred jokingly: "It was this white-haired guy and the black cat next to him who did it."
"Hahahaha, you are so funny."
Clark was very polite. After taking the wine glass, he was about to say something to Lynn when he heard his father squeezing his neck and said: My son can use motorcycle calipers to lift the tires of the tractor. Clark himself blushed a little when he heard this.
"Hahahaha, that one will be talking in many foreign languages later, it's better for us to avoid these two."
Lin En came to the rescue at the right time: "Maybe you can take me to see that motorcycle? Hahaha, don't get me wrong, I won't covet the technology of motorcycle caliper repairing tractor tires."
"Haha, of course."
Clark was very grateful to Lynn for the rescue. At his age, sitting at the dinner table and listening to his father bragging to others about how he got a few A's in elementary school was really a bit unsettling.
The two of them signaled to Mrs. Kent respectively, got up, left the table, and went for a walk outside.
Young people, you can still have a common language with young people.
As for the dinner table, the two old men were already talking about chess and fishing.
