Life is unique, which means that life is lonely.

Once we looked up at the vast starry sky and asked our questions, this vast universe? Are we humans alone?

Regardless of whether Clark belongs to the earth or not, he has grown up in a human way after all, and what he accepts must be human civilization, and among them, loneliness is a discipline of life, Feng Chen doesn't want to admit that he has not encountered the existence of whether he was lonely or not, but this discipline, in the years when his parents left him, he has always been a perfect score.

After all, the one-man show belongs to the puppet play, and if the world wants to sing double reeds, it must be directed and acted by itself.

Cleaning up the house alone, eating alone, staying up all night, and constantly running, Feng Dust clearly remembers that time, since having a meal with Clark, Feng Dust understands what Clark really needs.

It's not power, a guy who has a supernatural reactor in his body and can directly absorb radiation as a power source doesn't need to teach him how to increase his power.

It's not even how to find his compatriots, although he knows some of the plot, but this is not the key to the completion of a world-class mission, and Krypton has been destroyed, and the only wave of Kryptonians is now estimated to be heading towards the galaxy in the distant universe.

Should he be taught how to master this power?

Yes, but that's just the topic.

"Teacher, so preaching and receiving karma to solve doubts." Feng Chen was lying on the roof of the building at this time, holding a pot of wine, drinking it with the breeze and the bright moon, the arc-shaped wine pot contained the wine made by Yan Wei, a mouthful of mellow fragrance, a breath of relief, he glanced at the city of Manhattan in the dead of night, his eyes were clear.

……

The next morning, Feng Chen wore a security guard costume and walked around the campus at will, KSU was very large, at least Feng Chen walked around for a morning until about ten o'clock, during which Ms. Tiri happened to appear in a white building, the two said hello, and after chatting casually, Ti Li went to do her own business again, and Feng Chen continued to do his own work.

Watching Feng Chen disappear into the tree-lined path behind him, and the surrounding vigorous cooper broke the sunlight on him, Tili showed a smile, she went to visit the teacher's house yesterday, and the teacher told herself about it, at first she thought it was a student who was accepted by the teacher again, who knew that she was wrong, just a guy who happened to need help, and the teacher happened to be capable, and she was just a gesture.

But the main thing is that this oriental man has a good character, and if this man is a kind of clandestine and slippery guy, he will definitely not care.

"Dust?" When Feng Chen just walked to the door of a building with a classical atmosphere, a puzzled voice stopped him, and turned to see Clark carrying a schoolbag, standing in the crowd after class, he was relatively tall, his blue pupils were full of clear, and his clean short hair was with a hint of vitality, and he was grinning and greeting Feng Chen.

I have to say that this guy has a handsome smile, compared to Constance Dante, both are Caucasian, Constance Dante has a hint of decadent melancholy temperament, plus his thin cheeks, thick and dark eyebrows, and his style of action has the decisiveness of a demon hunter, like a lone wolf lurking in the wilderness, while Clark is different, he is like a little sun, with a smile like a sunny feeling, and his eyes are clear and simple, which makes it difficult for people to feel bad.

"Clark? Why are you here? Feng Chen smiled, and the security guard on his body made Clark feel even more puzzled.

After squeezing the crowd slightly, Clark walked out of it and asked, "How did you become a security guard now?" Clark remembers asking Feng Chen at lunch yesterday, and he made it clear that he was coming to Manhattan to work, but he didn't expect his job to be like this.

"I just joined yesterday afternoon." Feng Chen was wearing a black security uniform, and his rolled up trousers were wrapped in high leather boots, he had a delicate face, and at this time he was wearing such a dress with a bit of professional characteristics, giving people a sense of calm with some seriousness, if he put on a black coat, which was full of military ranks, it was definitely full of murderous atmosphere, after all, his temperament was condensed from life and death.

"yes, I like the vibe." Feng Chen said seriously.

"By the way, what about that guy?"

Clark naturally knew which guy Feng Chen was talking about, he shook his head and said, "Didn't come." ”

Feng Chen nodded secretly, the ball he lost yesterday is estimated to keep Matthew in bed for at least a month, who let this guy shoot everywhere, he was really shot while lying down.

After the two stood still and chatted for a while, Clark was busy with the internship work, and Feng Dust had his own essential job, so they said goodbye to each other and left.

So, the time was postponed to the last day of the week, Sunday.

For three days in a row, Feng Chen was doing his part responsibly, during which he also met with Tilly a few times, chatted a few times and then dispersed again, time passed little by little, Clark estimated that he went home a few days ago, after all, Morwell Town is only two hours away from Manhattan, and with the speed of Clark, it will only be faster.

Feng Chen walked out of his temporary rented house, Sunday is also a public holiday, came to the café on the street, ordered a cup of coffee, sat there quietly, and looked at the crowd outside the window, in fact, not only on Sunday, usually after work, Feng Chen likes to find a quiet place to stay, but today may sit for a longer time, of course, this is the case of nothing.

However, when Feng Chen was looking out of the street with a cup of tea, three figures stood in front of him, and a voice with a low voice and some anger came.

"You're the guy who smashed Matthew the other day?!"

Feng Chen just didn't think that there was tea in the coffee shop, originally he only thought there was only coffee, until yesterday he found that the last page of the menu was inconspicuously marked, "green tea", and the price is higher than ordinary coffee, but Feng Chen still chooses to drink tea, although this tea is average, it loses a trace of charm after brewing, but Feng Chen is still satisfied.

"Hey, what about you! Bastard! ”

The voice of a male duck came, like the murmur of a saw-saw with some jagged teeth.

For drinking tea, in fact, Feng Chen prefers to secretly drink the tea brewed in his father's big porcelain jar when he was a child, the bitter taste is a little evocative, but it is more of a memory, Feng Chen is immersed in his own world, as for the three guys standing in front of him with nose nails and two guys with green and blue hair dyed, he chooses to ignore.

"Hey! Buddy! This is not your attitude of talking to others. Charlie, who was standing in the middle, looked condescendingly at the dust seal that ignored the three of them, and the cold eyes on both sides of the tall nose bone with a hint of disgust sat opposite the dust and knocked on the table and said.

"You ...... Looking for me? Feng Chen raised his eyelids slightly, and he looked at Charlie, who had short blond hair and a hint of a vulture on his nose.

"You guy!!" On one side, the Sith was wearing a black jacket with a skull emblazoned on it, with spikes trimmed with metal on his shoulders, and his body was five big and three thick, with a hint of malice on his face.

"Several, if you want to cause trouble, please get out!" This is the man at the counter who is wearing a white shirt and wiping a glass.

Harrison, the waiter and owner of this small café, was a man in his forties, with slightly thinning hair, a big nose, and a thick beard, and he was shouting at him.

Seeing the café owner speak, Charlie was slightly unhappy, but Ren Ran stared at Feng Chen, and said in a low voice: "Man, this is a public place, and we will take back Matthew's matter sooner or later, you wait for me." ”

"Cute menace." Feng Chen showed a warm smile, he looked at Charlie and Sith and the other guy who looked at him coldly, and shook his head.

"You!" Sith said angrily, he reached out and grabbed the teacup in front of Feng Chen, and was about to splash the steaming tea directly on Feng Chen's face, Harrison slapped the table and shouted:

"You guys! If you don't go out, I can only ask the police to take you out!! ”

"Hmph." Charlie got up and walked outside with his two companions, then knocked on the glass of Feng Chen's window, and after cutting his head with his hand on Feng Chen's neck through the glass, he gestured his middle finger and left disdainfully.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Dust." Harrison brought a cup of fresh coffee as an apology.

"Thank you, Mr. Harrison, for your kindness."

"That ......" Harrison looked at Feng Chen's face without any nervousness, and kindly reminded: "It seems that they won't give up if they look good, if you need help, you can call the police." ”

"Okay, thanks." Feng Chen smiled and nodded, his smile was with a hint of sincerity, and he was not the slightest impatient, he still sat there, seeing this, Harrison didn't say anything anymore, and went to busy with his own affairs, after all, every time this oriental man came over, he would press under the teacup with a similar tip.

"Doesn't anyone have trouble with money?"

Harrison shrugged and stopped looking.

In the afternoon, six o'clock.

Feng Chen walked out of the café, the air was fresh at this time, the sun was setting, and the leisurely days of the day were coming to an end, he stood on the street and stretched, humming a little song and walking forward, not noticing a black van hanging far behind him.

At the same time, in a certain alley, after a gust of wind, a figure suddenly appeared here, Clark tidied up his clothes that were messy because of high-speed movement, and carefully let go of his perception, and found that no one around noticed it, so he walked out with his travel bag, and then he just wanted to go back to school, and happened to see a familiar figure not far ahead, ready to go over to say hello, and the passing black van caught his attention.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and the whole black van seemed to be parsed and transparent, and four or five guys who were quite "familiar" with him were whispering something.

"Damn it! That yellow-skinned monkey! Be sure to give him a good look today! ”