American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!

"People like to dream."

Peter organized his language and said to Azu: "I once knew two boys, and they both had dreams of superheroes."

Azu asked curiously: "Who is it? Dad."

"One is the dream of an ordinary Kansas boy. He thinks that as long as he keeps doing good things, the world will fully accept him."

"There is also a dream of a boy who lost his parents in Crime Alley when he was eight years old. He thought that as long as he continued to fight criminals, the city would get better and better."

"Then their dreams were all wrong? Dad."

"I don't know. Some people think they are wrong, and some people think it is not wrong. The only thing that is certain is that this is their choice and persistence."

Peter paused and said to Azu: "They will all rest and fall, but they will not fall into the abyss. The goal is always the top of their mountain."

Azu thought for a while and said firmly: "My goal has always been the top of the mountain, Dad."

"Dad believes in you."

After Peter said a few words to Azu, he went to other rooms to pack things.

Some paperback books in the study room: the works of Bobby Bright, the works of Stephen King, "The Catcher in the Rye" and "Slaughterhouse-Five" by Robert MacKenman, were all put into the box by him.

"Button! Button! Button!"

Martian Manhunter stood outside and knocked on the door.

"Do you mind if we talk, Peter?"

Peter looked up at Martian Manhunter, "Of course, we haven't had a proper chat yet, Mr. Jones."

"Maybe it's because we all had some prejudices against each other in the beginning."

Martian Manhunter walked in and picked up a copy of "Catcher in the Rye".

"I originally thought you were not a qualified father, but it seems I was wrong."

Martian Manhunter admitted his mistake, "You will lead John to a different heroic path."

Peter looked at the other party in surprise when he heard this, could he be so great?

"No, Mr. Jones, I just don't want John to be a jerk."

Peter shook his head, put the book in the suitcase, and asked Martian Manhunter casually: "Have you ever been a teacher? Mr. Jones."

He remembered that the Martian Manhunter was caring and had a career as a teacher.

"Yes, I was a school teacher and I loved having a presence by letting a child make his life choices."

Martian Manhunter put down the book and talked about his past, "I also adopted some orphans."

"Many children need help. Some of them have just lost themselves a little bit in the fog, and many more are in the depths of darkness."

When he talked about his experience of adopting orphans, a trace of softness appeared on his face.

"Some are more serious, some are children who have been abused by their parents, some of them are substance abusers, some of them are polarized, some of them hurt themselves, and the world - in many ways, has abandoned them, abandoned them. To the wolves and lions of the plains and jungles.”

“Sounds like a great cause.”

Although Peter is not interested in doing charity, he has to admit that this behavior of Martian Manhunter is commendable.

"Mr. Jones, if you encounter financial problems when doing charity, I can donate some."

Martian Manhunter shook his head, "Thanks, Peter, but I don't think I'll need it for now."

Martian Manhunter politely declines Peter's idea of ​​donating.

Peter did not continue talking about this topic. After talking to the other party for a few words, he moved the suitcase to the car in the courtyard.

As Martian Manhunter drives towards Metropolis, it starts to rain lightly.

The rainwater slowly accumulated on the car windshield, forming streaks mixed with pollen. The wiper was very effective at removing rain, wiping these streaks clean.

From time to time, you can see townspeople driving to other places to avoid wildfires on the road.

Although the "Carr" wildfire has not yet reached Smallville, most people have already begun to move.

"Dad, isn't Clark with us?"

Azu, who was sitting in the back seat, asked Peter, the co-pilot.

"Clark is coming over later with his parents and we'll meet at Metropolis."

As Peter spoke, he turned on the radio and searched for stations to listen to the news.

"The members of the Phils baseball team haven't performed very well this year, but they are actually quietly gaining momentum——"

"——Rain will continue to intensify in the next four days. Experts say that the spreading Carr wildfire in Kansas will not be affected by rainfall. This does not seem to be good news——"

"Now a jazz collection from Mumbai's Zechittel becomes part of our global Café Sounds section -"

The three of them listened to the radio, and the car finally arrived in the metropolis at nightfall.

Azu looked at the bustling city under the night.

It was drizzling, and cars were passing by.

Through the misty rain and mist, he saw an electrical appliance city located not far away like a mirage.

In the distance, uniform high-rise buildings are like a dim fence, outlining the jagged skyline.

"How does it feel to be in Metropolis for the first time, John?"

Peter asked Azu who was looking at the scenery outside the window.

"It's beautiful. It's like a world away from Smallville."

Azu turned his head and said to Peter: "But, there is a depressing feeling here."

"If you live here for a long time, Dad, I guess people will be very depressed."

Peter nodded, "People here are indeed under great pressure, but many people still flock to it."

"Why? Dad."

"because."

Before Peter could finish speaking, the car driven by Martian Manhunter suddenly stopped.

There was a burst of noise on the dim road that I had just turned.

Peter cast his gaze over and found a group of young people beating a person near the trash can.

The guy who was beaten squatted on the road with his head in his hands and said nothing, allowing the other party to punch and kick him.

The dull sound echoed in the air, and the cars passing by did not stop to mind their own business.

Peter frowned, and in the dim environment he saw clearly that the person being beaten was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old.

The young man, who wore his hair in a slicked back style and exuded a dignified temperament, remained silent even when he was beaten.

Martian Manhunter saw the scene in front of him, frowned and got out of the car, yelling at a few people: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Hearing Martian Manhunter's voice, several young men who were taking action turned around.

"It's none of your business. If you don't want to be beaten, get out of here!"

The gangsters with bad tones threatened him.

When the boy who was beaten by the group heard the sound, he moved his hands from his head and looked in the direction of the sound. What he saw was Peter opening the car door and getting out of the car.

Thanks to "onlyif" for the tip.

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