9 I am your son

After Clark and David are gone.

After being knocked down, Whitney and several football players struggled to get up after a while.

Several people were beaten by one person without even being able to touch his clothes. The crowd laughed, and they helped each other get up, leaving in embarrassment.

Not long after the few of them left, a thin figure walked out of the bar and stared at the leaving people in baseball uniforms, with cold eyes.

"No hurry, there is plenty of time."

He murmured, returned to the bar, and continued to drink slowly, his eyes occasionally glanced at a muscled black man who was chatting up girls in the corner of the bar, with no expression on his face, as if looking at a dead man.

The original plan cannot be disrupted.

As for those football team high school bullies that just went by.

He remembered that tomorrow night was the spring dance at Smallville High School.

"I've never caught anyone's attention at a ball before, but this time is different." Jeremy sneered.

He will be the brightest one at the dance.

...

"Put me down, David."

Clark woke up weakly, struggling to get off David's shoulders.

"I don't want to go back."

He hasn't figured out how to go back and face his parents.

"Why, the eighteen-year-old Clark wants to run away from home?"

David felt that there was a very simple solution to this matter, and there was no need to go back and forth hypocritically.

He raised a hand knife.

Snapped!

Being slapped on the back of the neck, Clark looked back at his younger brother in doubt, not understanding what his younger brother was going to do.

"He's recovered his strength."

Seeing this, David smacked his lips.

Freed from the kryptonite radiation, Clark gradually began to recover despite the absence of sunlight.

Boom!

He made another hit.

The terrifying force was enough to smash the tank with a knife in one hand. The air wave spread for more than ten meters, like a strong wind, and the weeds on both sides of the road shook violently.

Clark rolled his eyes and passed out.

"It's done."

...

The complexion of the night recovered on the dark road, and David carried the unconscious Clark back to the farm.

The couple in the house are still waiting for the two children to come back, the door of the house reveals warmth and light.

Before going in, he took out a green glowing kryptonite necklace and swung it around Clark's face, giving him a 'makeup'.

After being exposed to kryptonite radiation, Clark, who had almost recovered, went into a coma and his expression became painful again. His face was weak and pale as if he was seriously ill.

After feeling that it was almost done, David put away the kryptonite with satisfaction.

"Kryptonians have to be exposed to kryptonite for at least a month or even a year before their life is in danger."

It's okay for a short time, especially since Clark is not an ordinary Kryptonian.

"Of course, I'm doing it for your own good, Clark."

He definitely didn't do it for any information to prompt the pain from Clark +3, +2, or the like.

David smiled and walked in with Clark on his shoulders.

"God, David, what's wrong with your brother?"

Seeing this scene, Martha covered her mouth in fright.

"Clark, why did you faint?"

Jonathan's expression was unbelievable. Clark was stronger than a cow when he was a child, and he had never been sick or injured. It was the first time the couple saw him like this. His face was pale and unconscious.

"I don't know either. It seems that there is something wrong with Clark's super physique."

David said without blushing.

"Let him lie down quickly."

Jonathan took Clark carefully from his younger son's shoulders and laid him flat on the sofa.

Martha hurriedly poured a glass of water, came to the sofa, and anxiously called her son's name.

"Clark?"

The couple were a little flustered.

Strictly speaking, even though the two are middle-aged and raised their children for so long, they have never encountered a situation where their son was sick.

"Hmm."

Feeling himself shaking, Clark woke up in a daze.

His parents surrounded him anxiously, with concern in their eyes that couldn't be resolved, and they were careful not to shake him hard.

"Father, mother..."

Returning to the warm and familiar home, he was a little dazed looking at his parents surrounded by him.

I almost forgot when white hair grew in my father's hair, his face became vicissitudes, and his body was no longer so strong. The corners of my mother's eyes were engraved with wrinkles and loose skin. Everything was pierced in his eyes like a knife.

I just remember that when I was young, I liked to ride on my father's neck and let him run around. I was not interested in playing catch, which other fathers and sons liked to play, which made my father very helpless and could only play with David.

By the way, there was still a period of time when he liked to eat corn dogs, and he always pestered his mother to make them... Scenes from the past came before his eyes.

Clark's nose felt sore uncontrollably as if he had been hit by a punch. He had spent his parents' youth.

"My parents picked me up from the meteorite rain and raised me as hard as their own son. They even cared more about my psychology and emotions than they did for David. They never asked for anything from me, and never thought about getting anything from me. "

It's easy to take advantage of his abilities and package him as an up-and-coming football or soccer teenage star and make a lot of money without having to work on the farm all day, but the parents never did that.

"Even let me hide my ability all the time, just to protect me, but I was still fed up with it..."

"Clark, what's wrong with you?" The son remained in a daze for a long time, and Martha was even more anxious, fearing that something might happen to his body.

"Mother!"

Clark's eyes were red, and he suddenly stood up full of guilt and stretched out his arms to hug the couple who loved him the most in the world.

"I was wrong, father. No matter what my status is or what I am, it can't change the fact that I am your son."

How stupid I was before, obviously my parents didn't care about his status, and they treated him like their own son for more than ten years. Giving him the warmest love in the world.

But he struggled with this after learning the truth.

"As long as you come back, Clark."

Jonathan's heart sank, and a smile appeared on his face, he and Martha looked at each other in relief, and hugged his son.

"It seems that someone gave up running away from home?"

David, who was leaning on the door frame, clapped his hands with a playful expression. Clark recalled the shameful incident before and said to his brother.

[Happiness from Clark +14, Gratitude +7, Shame +5...]

"You always see things better than I do, David."

Jonathan and Martha also admitted this. The younger son is smart and mature, and he never needs them to worry about him.

"Clark, are you feeling well?"

The warm family atmosphere returned to normal, and Martha recalled her son's pale face just now, "Why do you look sick."

"I'm fine, except for the back of my head... hiss!"

Clark touched Touching the back of his head, he felt as if he had been hit on the head by a rocket falling from the sky. He gasped in pain and looked up at David suspiciously.

"David, you...?"

Was he made too weak by Lana's necklace? How could he be beaten so painfully by his brother?

It shouldn't be...

"It seems that this blow is a bit heavy."

A thought flashed in his heart, and David changed the subject calmly.

"Perhaps Clark was injured by Whitney and the others."

"Injured? Clark, you were beaten?"

Clark, who was about to ask David what happened, was immediately questioned by Jonathan and Martha with confusion and concern. For a while, there was no chance to ask David again.

...

Under the sky full of stars, the farm has a huge warehouse for storing machinery and tools.

On the second floor, through the open-air window, Clark explained the ins and outs of the matter to his parents and managed to reassure them that he was not harmed in any way.

At least not from Whitney and the others...

The breeze blows, and the wheat fields on the farm rustle, which makes people feel comfortable and peaceful, and everything is as it used to be.

Clark sat in front of the window, staring through the astronomical telescope unobstructed at a house one kilometer away, with a smile unconsciously on the corner of his mouth.

In front of a house in the binoculars, a beautiful black-haired figure was sitting on the stair corridor, blowing the evening breeze, and writing an English report.

The most important thing is that the green necklace is no longer around that figure's neck, which made him think about it...

Suddenly, a figure sneaked up to Lana's house in his sight, and secretly took a few pictures of Lana behind the grass After taking the photo, put away the camera, deliberately shook the grass, put down a gift box in a panic, and shyly, turned and ran away.

Lana went over suspiciously and opened the gift box.

A few butterflies with colorful wings and green shimmering dust flew out, just like a scene in a fairy tale.

She covered her mouth in surprise and looked towards the street, trying to find the person who gave her the gift.

"A suitor?"

Clark felt a little sour in his heart, Lana's charm is really extraordinary.

He was going to see who the person who gave the gift was and if he recognized him.

"I remember someone asked Mother for three hundred dollars, saying that he was very interested in astronomy?"

Suddenly, a voice came, and Clark was startled and turned to look.

David walked up the stairs slowly, with a strange and surprised expression.

"To be honest, I saw you looking out with this thing at first, I thought that you were lonely and sentimentally looking for your hometown among the stars after learning of your life.

Looking at the astronomical telescope pointing at a certain house, he raised his eyebrows.