【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

Clark carried his luggage onto the pickup truck, and the wheels of the trunk fell to the iron plate with a heavy sound. Clark was worried that his suitcase would break, and if the wheels broke, he would have to carry it on his shoulder.

Martha's authority completely overshadowed his resistance, and he had to return to the Met, with a large suitcase and a heavy denim backpack. As Superman's mother, Martha is completely unconcerned about her son's physical stress.

He climbed into the co-pilot with a bitter face, watched Jonathan close the car door, start the car, remembered and took out his phone to look, Anthony replied, a few minutes ago, it should have been when he and Avery were entangled.

"Why do you like old husbands and young wives so much?"

Clark didn't know what to say. He thought about it for a while and found that according to the current setting, Wright was twenty years older than Margaret, and the previous Knos was more than thirty years older than his wife, and he was indeed an old husband and a young wife.

He wanted to defend that the current setting was just to highlight the incompatibility between the two of them, and Wright, as a grassroots, would definitely need a lot of time to accumulate military merits if he wanted to be promoted here, and in this context, women would have married very early....

Before he could figure out how to defend himself, Anthony sent another message.

"Yo, what about still playing marriage before love?" Clark

was speechless for a moment, first wanting to say that it was possible that they would not get married, but forget it, the spoilers were not good. So he typed, "Please read it first."

He put down his phone, put his arm on the window, and looked out. The weather is not good today, although there is no snow, but it is gray, and ordinary people can't see the scene in the distance.

Suddenly, he heard something and said to Jonathan, "I'll be back soon."

Jonathan nodded, and the speed didn't slow down at all, as if there was no one missing in the car. Clark's cell phone was lying in the passenger seat. Then it rang.

Jonathan held the steering wheel with his left hand and picked up his phone to look at it. "Anthony" is displayed on the screen.

Adhering to the principle of respecting his son's privacy, Jonathan did not answer or hang up, but put it back, and turned the phone back to its original angle as a thief, and continued to drive at a constant speed.

In the next second, there was one more person in the co-pilot. Clark carefully held his phone in his mouth, fastened his seatbelt, and then picked up the phone, and unexpectedly, heard a loud shout on the other side of the phone:

"Little kite, you write gay?"

Clark coughed and stuck his head out the car window, trying to let the wind drown out Anthony's voice. Jonathan scolded, "Close the windows a little closer, it's too cold!" Clark

pulled the window glass a little and said to the other end of the line, "Ahem, I remember we talked about homosexuality." "

It's a good thing you didn't tell me to keep looking, and then I saw that the pastor was dressed as a man. "

“...... Not really. Turns out you haven't finished reading it yet.

"That's because it's too explosive for me.

"Now that homosexuality is widely accepted, and it's not the main story... Well, it should be quite important.

"You wait, I'll stick to it. Clark

waited a few minutes and couldn't help but start imagining where Anthony was. According to the plan revealed by Anthony before leaving, he should leave for the Mets tomorrow. So maybe he's staying in a Kansas hotel, or eating dessert at some café, or

walking in some park? It's quiet across the street, there's no footsteps, no voices, and Anthony's breathing is steady, it's supposed to be in a quiet park, and it's supposed to be sitting on a chair.

He seemed to have completely forgotten that he was Superman, and was just lying on the window of the car and guessing about the situation on the other side.

Finally, Anthony spoke, "That's all you have, I don't even know if Margaret will be kidnapped." Clark

: "I'm a little vague about what to do, but I'm not particularly sure. What do you think Margaret chooses better?"

"I, as a person who has read countless bear children, I think that if Margaret wants to grow up, she will have to be abducted and suffer a little to know what sincerity is and what is a liar. Clark

suddenly had an idea: "Anthony, why don't you write an outline with me?"

"I don't do it, I just like to have a little idea out of nowhere, but it's annoying to be detailed." I'm going to be my reader, how cool. Clark

bargained: "Then help me check the outline and make some suggestions of yours." I'll show you when I'm done in a few days.

"I don't want it, it's spoiled, and the joy of reading is gone." It's good to be a reader and just guess. Clark

took a step back: "Can you help me choose a name?"

"I don't even know your main plot and central idea, how do I choose a name?Who knows better than you what you want to write?"

Clark: "Anthony..."

Although he knew that the other party couldn't see it, he still couldn't help but use the "dog eye" skill.

The other side compromised a little: "I still proofread for you like before, and sometimes you can discuss the details with me."

Clark: "That's great. The

other side coughed: "Well, back to business... How the hell are you going to arrange this, well, a love triangle, no, a four-cornered relationship? Do you want to have a gay wife like Brokeback Mountain?

" Clark: "Maybe, I didn't think about it either. There

was silence on the other side for a while, and then he said, "Are you trying to be idealistic or tragic?"

Clark rubbed his nose: "To be honest, I don't think it's okay to end in tragedy in this context." "

Well, then... The same wife. Clark

: "Well, I've figured out how I'm going to do it." Suddenly

, the other side said, "Clark, I'm bisexual."

Clark shook involuntarily and subconsciously covered his phone, afraid of being heard by his father. But what's so surprising about that? Anthony should have been aware of it when he spoke about homosexuality.

"Forget it, I'll leave it until we meet and tell you. Clark

was about to say something when he heard a beep and the phone hung up. He sat down abruptly, closed the window, and heard Jonathan chuckle.

His dad asked, "It's Anthony, right? Where is he?"

Clark sneered, "I don't know..."

"Actually... We often don't start a conversation with a greeting, we just talk about things.

Jonathan: "I've known each other for a few years, and I've matured like this."

Clark touched his nose and didn't answer.

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Anthony hung up, stood up, and walked towards the street, unable to help but jump twice.

Not far away, the caretaker of the cemetery looked at him inexplicably. This guy sat on the platform of the tombstone and played with his mobile phone, laughing happily, and ran to the outside of the cemetery against the fence to call his little lover, well, the sound is not too loud, but I can't stand the silence here, it's hard not to hear him.

Anthony was in a good mood, first, because Clarke's creative writing pleased him, and second, he had completely made up his mind. Maybe Alexander was really blessing him.

Although he did not contact the Joker or Forlen, it instead prompted him to make decisions completely in line with his own heart, completely unaffected by others.

It felt so much better than he expected, and maybe there were things that didn't have to be as budget-conscious as running a business in Gotham. He is also confident that he will bring Clark closer into his circle of connections without jeopardizing his own interests.

But before that, he had to hurry back to the Met. If he wants to keep his decent and not easily suspicious job, he has to go back to school on time to prepare for the new semester.

Anthony trotted to the nearest taxi rank and easily got in the car to get the driver to the hotel next to the station. The car radio horn played the song of Queen, and the driver casually pressed it to pick up the latest local news.

The prostitute killer who roamed the streets late at night has been arrested.

Anthony didn't listen at all, and the light was in his heart.

I got out of the car, bought a pizza, and ate it while sitting on the bed in the hotel. Count your luggage, go out with your suitcase, and stand on the side of the road again looking for a taxi.

"Airport, thank you. "

Moreover, the Metropolis is also more suitable for confession.