Shirley just looked at Jonathan and didn't speak.

What he should give, he gives.

Jonathan didn't care, and deliberately stepped forward to pull the child, but he was worried that his actions would be a little abrupt.

So he reached halfway through his hand and retracted it when he was close to Sherry and was almost twenty-one centimeters away.

In fact, Shirley controlled the wall of man and god to twenty centimeters outside his body, and time was a book that could be read casually in his eyes.

"Forget it, it's okay if you don't want to answer, I already have a rebellious child at home."

Jonathan said, "So, this lovely and beautiful little gentleman, are you going to get in our car and go to the nearest police station, or are you going to stay here alone." ”

Shirley doesn't hate this way of coaxing children, no one is perfect.

Jonathan may not be Clark's perfect father, but he is the most suitable, and perhaps he wants to arrange Clark's future out of selfishness and has made some mistakes, but he is the one who lays the foundation of Clark's life.

"Hey! Jonathan, you don't even know how to take care of children? ”

Martha gets out of the car dissatisfied, she feels that Jonathan has wasted too much time.

"I can't coax this kid a little, so it's better for you to come, Martha."

Jonathan threw his hands up in surrender and returned to the car.

Clark asked curiously, "What did the kid tell you?" ”

"I asked him what the hourglass was, and he said it was my time, weird kid." Jonathan took the wheel.

Clark looked at the hourglass, super vision and super brain quickly calculated the speed at which the hourglass fell, combined with the total amount of sand, he didn't trust such words.

"Impossible! The sand was only about to leak out in 76 minutes, and he was probably saying that it was a tool for calculating time, and children like to show it off. ”

Martha soon came to the car with the beautiful child they had in their eyes.

Hank obediently jumped to the back, leaving a large area for the beautiful child.

Hank sniffed and shrank his head in confusion—the kid had no smell on him, just like air.

The hourglass was in Sherry's hand, and no matter how much he moved, the speed at which the grains of sand fell as the hourglass swung with it did not change.

So much so that Clark was curious about the construction of that hourglass.

"I'm willing to pay $520 for this ride."

Shirley took out five hundred-dollar bills from his bosom and a twenty-dollar bill and handed them to Clark, who was staring at the hourglass in a daze.

First of all, Jonathan is driving, which is not appropriate, and Martha is telling Hank to be well-behaved and not to be vicious or close to the guests to scare them.

It really seems that the only one who is suitable for collecting money is Clark.

"No, it's not appropriate, we're not giving you a ride for money!"

Seventeen-year-old Clark was envious of the fact that he could pull out five new hundred-dollar bills at once, and his three hundred and twenty dollars, in part, were only a crumpled Franklin.

But soon, both Clark and Jonathan reacted, and five hundred and twenty dollars was exactly the same number as lost at the gas station.

Even Martha found it incredible.

"No, we can't ask for it, kid, it's your money, and ......"

Jonathan insisted on his opinion more than anyone, and he communicated with Shirley through the rearview mirror while driving.

"This is what you deserve, giving and giving back should be a philosophy, your enthusiasm is good, but please accept this money, it is insignificant to me.

Maybe you can use it to help the next person who stops a car on the road. ”

Shirley didn't mean to take back the six dollars, and he handed the hourglass to Clark.

"You can study it if you like, but it's best not to turn it upside down until the sand leaks."

"I understand that this kind of hourglass, which is completely resistant to interference and can drop sand at a uniform rate, must be very expensive." Clarke's super brain gives him a lot of knowledge, only to be overshadowed by abilities like super strength and super speed.

"That's right, it's worth a lot."

Shirley agreed.

Jonathan did not stop Clark's curiosity about looking at the hourglass, he was a very open-minded person and believed in his children.

It's rare for someone to take the initiative to communicate with Clark, even if it's just a child, which makes both him and Martha have smiles on their faces.

"Do you want to eat?" Shirley pulled out a small box of canned cat food out of nowhere.

The beautifully packaged cans made Clark a little embarrassed.

Martha asked, "Do you still have a cat?" ”

Throughout, they seemed to have neglected to ask Shirley's name, where she lived, and they had forgotten to introduce themselves, but none of them noticed the anomaly.

"Well, raise some."

Shirley uses the planetary engine and the levitating AI, which is also loaded with liquid earth, like a cat.

"What a coincidence, we were just at a private gas station and were cheated out of five hundred and twenty dollars in order to buy dog food for Hank."

Clark became more and more obsessed with the hourglass.

He found that the material of this hourglass seemed to be a little different.

The memory goes back to one night in Kansas, when he first learns from Jonathan that he is not Jonathan and Martha's biological child.

At this moment, the ultimate desire to trace the past life experience emerged in my heart.

Jonathan protected Clark well, but it was so good that Clark was a little depressed, and he had a powerful body, but he could only endure the grievances of life.

"Is there anything strange about that?"

Jonathan saw that something was wrong, the kind of look he had seen before, when he had pulled back the curtain covering the ship long ago and told Clark the truth.

"Nothing!"

Clark sulked, his head twisted to the side, studying the hourglass alone, not answering Jonathan's words.

Hank finished eating the canned cat and was depressed for two points, the damn cats ate much better than him, when will the Wang Xingren eat canned food like this every day?

After getting in the car, Shirley's wall of human gods has been filtered, and he filtered the Kent family.

A short time later, at the next intersection, Shirley offered to get out of the car.

"You're not home yet, kid."

"No, I've arrived, and it's your own way."

After explaining to Martha, Shirley pulled the car door and jumped out of the car.

Jonathan and Martha were very uneasy, and they also got out of the car, Hank looked at Clark, and the other party looked at the hourglass more and more distracted, so it didn't move.

"You ......" Jonathan wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped.

Martha smiled as she finally put her heart at ease.

Ben turned to say goodbye to them, and Shirley was held up like a cat by a pair of hands.

Only one person can approach him without being filtered by the wall of the gods.

"Thank you, send my son back, he must have caused you trouble."

She said as she pinched Sherry's cheek with a little anger.

Jonathan and Martha were amazed by each other's beauty, but after comparing Sherry, they immediately felt that it was very reasonable, and such a look should be inherited from the family.

Jonathan suddenly remembered the hourglass: "By the way, Clark is there ......"

"Count the gift I gave him, that thing is actually not expensive, I have dozens of boxes." Shirley was pinched once when she said a word, and the forced grimace and indifferent expression formed a contrasting cuteness.

"Okay, thank you, little sir, my Clark is a strange child, he is indifferent to food and clothing, and it is the first time I have seen him so interested in one thing."

Martha happily accepted the gift, and before Jonathan refused, Jonathan wanted to say something, but Martha directly crossed her waist and looked at him directly.

Jonathan spread his hands and said goodbye to the mother and son and returned to the car, Martha smiled and made a "cute goodbye" gesture to Shirley and got into the car.

Shirley then turned to look at Fiora, who was also looking at him with a light in his eyes.

Mother's love for her father's childhood form is overflowing?

Filial piety to death!