was shocked and hurriedly used his super powers to catch the bass that had already fluttered to the ground.

Bruce gasped and touched the side of his cheek, which didn't hurt, but the wound on his neck began to bleed again.

Clark had to run to the service station in the market again, and asked for a first aid kit and bandages to help Bruce redress his wounds.

"I'm sorry, we have limited medical conditions here, you should have that kind of magic spray in your suitcase, right?" Clark said as he wrapped his bandages.

"Isn't there a hospital in the town?" Bruce asked.

"Yes, there are, but there are too many people." Clark shook his head and said, "If we go now, it is conservatively estimated that we should be able to get it by September next year." ”

As soon as Bruce was about to speak, Clark guessed what he was going to say, so he said: "Private health insurance is useless, there is only one general practitioner, one intern and one head nurse in the whole town, and the big boss of the insurance company has to queue up." ”

Bruce didn't say anything, just shook his head slightly, he was not so arrogant, from the perspective of a Gotham or a rich man, to criticize the lack of medical resources here.

Kansas is an agricultural state, and most of the cities here are not well developed, not to mention Gotham, one of the largest cities on the East Coast, and even compared with other cities in the middle states.

Now, Bruce understands that everything is good and bad, Gotham is developed, but development also brings an extremely fast-paced life, a place where even gangsters need to roll in, where is there anything to leisurely drive a tractor to the market?

After bandaging his neck, Clark hurriedly wanted to go back and let Bruce use the magical bat spray he had brought to heal the wound on his neck, but Bruce seemed not in a hurry at all, and he offered to go to the thrift market.

Clark looked a little surprised, and Bruce shook his head lightly and said, "Last night, the first night I first came here, Gordon called me and said that the Falcone family and Roy took the initiative to mediate the conflict, and both parties asked Gordon to convey their greetings, telling me to have a good rest and not leave any sequelae. ”

Bruce sighed and said, "Sometimes, it's not your existence that proves your existence, it's your disappearance. ”

"When you exist, everyone doesn't realize that you exist, or because you exist, they have nothing to fear, and when you are about to disappear or almost disappear, they realize how important your existence is."

Clark laughed and said, "Thanks, I'm sorry to take a leave of absence from the newspaper now." It's not so much of a psychological burden. ”

As the two walked towards the thrift market, Clark continued, "My report has really sparked a wave of curiosity among many of the city's citizens about the mysterious city next door to them. ”

"I wanted to take this opportunity to add fuel to the fire and write more stories, but on the phone, Jonathan and Martha didn't approve of me doing this, and Jonathan wanted me to take a long vacation and come back to spend time with my family."

Bruce turned his head to look at him, with some confusion in his eyes, Clark let out a long sigh, looked ahead and said, "There have been many moments in my life when I wanted to forge ahead and keep moving forward, but Jonathan and Martha persuaded me to come back. ”

"Later, I found out that they were right, the difficult thing in this world is not to go with the flow, but to retreat from the rapids."

"In the complicated river of the media, how to get more, newer and more explosive news is not difficult, the difficulty is how to be worthy of your conscience at all times, not to exaggerate for the sake of attracting attention, and not to make false reports for the sake of further development."

"When a report is published, it wins the public's attention and attracts everyone's attention, and naturally there will be other people who dig deeper, and everyone digs deeper than others, and when the facts have bottomed out, there are only false fabrications left."

"Are you going to make it up?" Bruce asked, but his tone was full of disbelief, and in his knowledge of Clarke, he was a non-liar.

"I don't know." Clark shook his head and said, "But Jonathan and Martha have been avoiding this, they don't see me as an infallible, perfect god, they are afraid that I will go the wrong way, and they hope that I can be the reins of my precipice." ”

Bruce felt his heart skip a beat, and he fell into deep thought as if he remembered someone.

Clark smiled, lowered his eyes and said, "I'm glad that they are there every time I make a critical choice, although it may seem to you that I have lived too mediocre and did not make decisive choices when any miracle may happen, but at least I have avoided self-defeating and hurting others." ”

“…… We're here. Bruce glanced up at the thrift market sign with a sunflower pattern carved into it.

The two walked in, and Bruce found that this place was very different from the thrift market in Gotham, where most of the second-hand goods were some farm tools, various agricultural machinery accessories, and even some livestock.

Clark pointed to the straw hat hanging from an old hanger in one of the stalls, and said a little excitedly, "Look, we don't have to take turns wearing hats when we go back, hello, how much does this hat cost?" ”

"Buy something else and give it to you for free." The fat farmer, with a cigarette in his mouth and red skin, said, "Isn't this little Kent?" You didn't wear a hat when you went out, didn't you get scolded by your father? ”

Several of the surrounding farmers began to laugh loudly, and Clark waved his hand and said a little shyly, "Don't be like this, I'm not a kid anymore, I'm working." ”

"yes, we all know that you're a reporter in a big newspaper in a big city, that's a great job, when are you going to cover our town?"

"Wait until another meteorite falls."

Clark pulled out a roll of money from his washed whitish-white wide-leg jeans, counted out a few and handed them to the stall owner in front of him, took two cigarette holders from his stall, and the hanging straw hat, and waved his hand at him.

Bruce was a little curious about what he saw, and he pointed to the machine in one of the stalls and asked, "What is this for?" ”

"Ploughing."

"What about this?"

"Sown."

"This?"

"Reaped."

Bruce kept turning his head, staring at the huge tractor parts with some obsessiveness.

The intricate steel structure, the sharp blades, and the wide-opening metal hinges shimmered brightly in the sunlight, like the cold light of the blades when humans killed the gods who blessed the wind and rain.

It wasn't until he got back on the tractor that Bruce still looked a little distracted, and Clark nudged him twice before Bruce turned his head and looked at him in a daze, "If I plant a seed in the ground, it will grow and become food, right?" ”

"That's the way it is, in theory." Clark replied.

"Why in theory?"

Clark pursed his lips, and Bruce saw in his face the sad expression he rarely showed, and the young man of the small town spoke:

"I used to think the same way, the land is the most reliable thing in the world, as long as you sow it, you will reap it."

"But later, I found that not every piece of land has such luck, and the process of sowing seeds with anticipation, waiting for growth in peace, harvesting grain, and filling your stomach is actually a luxury."

"The vast plains of my hometown are extremely rare in the world where you can have a rich harvest when you plant food, and the vast majority of countries in this world do not have such good conditions, or even if they have good natural conditions, they cannot grow good seeds."

Bruce was also silent, apparently both of them had the same thing in mind, Bruce thought for a moment, and then asked, "How is Oliver?" ”

Clark didn't have many friends named Oliver, so he knew that Bruce was referring to Green Arrow, and Clark nodded and said, "He's okay, Guadalajara is actively fighting for autonomy, they actually control a large area of land, and now they are in a confrontation with the local government." ”

"Of course, the domestic media call them the biggest terrorist organization in Mexico so far, to the United States and the Mexican government, they are indeed a terrorist organization, they have killed a lot of people, but for the people of Guadalajara, they are the defenders of the land."

Bruce was lost in thought again, so the sun was still shining on the way back to the city, but the atmosphere was a little silent.

The silence ended when Clark recounted to Jonathan and Martha in the living room how Bruce had been slapped by the perch.

Jonathan laughed heartily, patted the back of the couch and said, "I'll just say, it's a mistake every young lad makes, and your mom doesn't believe it!" When we went fishing in the Mississippi River, my cousin and I were photographed in the water by a huge black bass, and I was teased by your mother for more than half a year. ”

Martha, who looked a little thin, simply chopped off the fish's head with a neat knife, and the sound of "bang" made the three men in the living room instinctively tremble.

But the beautiful lady still said in that gentle tone: "Before I set out, I told you, don't take those big fish as targets, it is very dangerous, everyone promised to be good, and when they arrived on the boat, their faces changed, and everyone shouted to be the king of fish today." ”

"Comparison is also a lesson that every young man must go through." Jonathan struggled to make amends.

After another half an hour or so, Martha's voice came from the kitchen: "Okay, let's bring the meal to the table, you must be in a hurry, right?" ”

Clark was the first to walk over, bringing the heaviest pot of pea soup and a large plate of fish-filled pies to the table, and Jonathan came to the table with fried fish steaks, baked chicken, and Caesar salad.

Bruce stood in the doorway of the kitchen, looking a little at a loss, he didn't know if he should go in, he feared that his arm didn't have enough strength to make Birosk and Cinnamon Roll to the table.

In the end, it was Clark who helped him out, and his tall figure squeezed into the kitchen, brought the last dishes to the table, and pulled Bruce to sit down.

The atmosphere of the Kent family is very different from that of Wayne Manor, and everyone in the Kent family likes to talk at the table and laugh from time to time.

Bruce wasn't used to talking during meals, but what was more of a headache was Martha's horrible portioning frequency.

This lady, like every mother in this world, will always have a worry - will her children not have enough to eat?

Martha, on the other hand, is a bit of a loving person, and she values Clarke's first friend with him, for fear that he won't have enough to eat.

Bruce tried his best to stuff food into his mouth, but to no avail.

Looking at the mountain-tall stacks of dishes on his plate, Bruce finally knew why Batcat had only been here for a few months and had become as fat as a ball.

Finally a little sunshine