DC Tyrant

Kansas, Smallville.

A brand new four-seater minivan, warm yellow, a slightly warmer color, the minivan shines with warmth in the sun, and the open-air compartment behind the yellow minivan is loaded with a lot of baby supplies.

Baby bottles, learning cups, small bowls, small keys, hygrometers, bathtubs, thermometers, antipyretic patches, mosquito repellent patches, nasal aspirators, shampoo and body wash, buttock cream, talcum powder, safety sockets, security door cards, Safe table leg protectors, baby carriages, diapers, soft wipes, various types of milk powder, toddler belts, cloth diapers, changing pads, etc., these are not all mentioned.

Raising a baby is a cumbersome thing for a family, but it is really necessary. This is the reproductive gene inherited by human nature. It has been like this since ancient times. It has been reproduced from generation to generation. So that there are only us.

The yellow minivan swayed on the potholed farm road, swaying the warmth of the people in the car seat.

The driver was a standard American, not bulky in stature, but it could be seen from the appearance that he had a strong figure who had worked all year round, and there were some dark white men, and his eyes and expressions had the gentleness of a farmer, who was not easy to lose his temper. good sir.

However, he was in his forties and he was in his prime, but due to genetic reasons, he had nothing to do. This was a pity for him and his wife.

Fortunately, God treats them well.

One day at the farm, an alien spacecraft landed on their farmland.

Almost confused the farm boy.

Among them, a baby was babbling and shaking his hands, as if he wanted to be hugged.

His wife couldn't help but picked up the child, which was a little heavier than usual. Fortunately, she had a lot of strength as she often did farm work. She smiled while holding the alien baby, exuding the radiance of a loving mother.

This is a kindness that his husband has never seen before. Just like his mother back then, she must be holding the baby with such kindness!

He felt as if he had filled a gap in his life.

right now.

He decided in his heart to take this baby in. From now on, this baby will be his own son.

He has also become a father who will stand firm and protect his children, his wife.

That night, he hastily pulled the spaceship closer to the basement, pulled it to the basement with great effort and hid it, covered the pit of the spaceship with soil, and then destroyed a piece of nearby impact marks, and put the corn stalks around it ready to mature. It took several days for this project to cut down and cover everywhere, before the nearby corn field was completely covered with messy corn stalks and all traces were covered.

So far, he still hasn't let go of his worries.

It's not easy, he and his wife only have one child, and he doesn't want to be taken away by anyone or the government.

He wants to protect his children and his wife.

family.

This is a father, a dad.

It's just that in everything, there is a kind of despair that cannot be recovered by manpower.

Such as a cancer that is desperate to the depths, a life that cannot be saved, and a desperate situation with elegiac songs and weeping.

He didn't know that what he was facing was a powerful, cruel and cruel alien who surpassed human beings, and he might even be a person who was sacrificed invisibly.

It's just that he hasn't experienced it yet, and hasn't come yet.

Jonathan Kent frowned. Through the windshield of the minivan, he saw the uneven potholes in front of him, and he became impatient.

In the past, he didn't notice much inconvenience when the old truck shook, but now that he has a child, he feels that the shaking of the road makes people impatient.

If your child falls down on the road in the future, or it rains, puddles, and accidentally falls, it will be troublesome.

He decides!

This road, fill it up.

Among the vehicles, Clark's adoptive mother Martha in the back seat, and the white dog who will never leave Clark no matter what, this dog's name is Crypto, and the pronunciation in English is Krypton.

So, you can call it Little Krypton, Krypton, Crypto, whatever.

Martha frowned, her body jumped up on the seat from time to time, trembling, this road was too rough.

Usually why I never feel it.

"Why is this road so steep?"

They've walked this road I don't know how many thousands of times, but this time, the steepest for some reason, is annoying.

"I'll fill it in tomorrow."

The owner of the farm, Jonathan Kent, said domineeringly, there is no doubt that it must be filled, and it will start tomorrow.

Martha nodded in agreement, satisfied with her husband's arrogance, and looked at the baby again.

She held Clark carefully and kept his balance to prevent him from being woken up suddenly, but she found that the child had woken up a long time ago and was giggling, as if he woke up suddenly.

She was also worried that little Clark would cry when he woke up suddenly, but looking at it now, the child was so happy with his beautiful clear blue eyes.

Martha's annoyance disappeared in an instant, she looked at Clark with a smiley face, met Clark, kissed Clark lightly, then shook little Clark, and hummed that the ranch known as the song of Kansas is my home.

Little Clark's big clear eyes focused and happily babbled along with Martha's voice. Jonathan Kent, who was driving a car, heard the voice of his wife and little Clark, and his mood suddenly changed when he was suddenly upset, and the corner of his mouth smiled. With a smile, on the road accompanied by trembling and trembling, the whole car was filled with the style of ranch is my home, warm and cozy.

After a short journey, we arrived at the door of the wooden house.

Jonathan Kent quickly pulled out his seat belt, opened the door, and opened the door for his wife in the back seat.

Martha hugged little Clark, looked up at the sun piercing the skin of Tottenham, narrowed her eyes, and said, "I'll carry Clark into the house and come out to help you carry things."

Jonathan Kent put it on her shoulders, pushed her into the room, and said with a relaxed smile: "No, I can do it by myself. You look at Little Clark, and Little Krypton will help me, right?"

Martha smiled, then nodded, covered Clark with her hands from the hot sun, and carried Clark into the house.

Cryptodog was taken aback.

You really treat me like a dog...

Even a dog can't move things!

"Crypto!" Jonathan Kent yelled, hung the diaper bag on both sides of his dog's body, rubbed his dog's head, and said with a smile: "Put it in the hall, pay attention, this is Clark's diaper , take good care of his ass."

Crypto's face twitched a bit, but when he heard Clark's name, he still moved his limbs, and the dog's paws quickly rushed into the door.