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

Chapter 64 Two Boys' Dreams
“People love to dream.”

Peter organized his words and said to Zu: "I once knew two boys who also dreamed of being superheroes."

A Zu asked curiously, "Who is it? Dad."

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

"Another one is the 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 become better and better."

"So their dreams are all wrong, Dad?"

"I don't know. Some people think they are wrong, while others think they are not wrong. The only thing that is certain is that this is their choice and their 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 to reach the top of their mountain."

A-Zu thought for a moment and said firmly, "My goal has always been the top of the mountain, Dad."

"Dad believes in you."

After saying a few words to Azu, Peter went to other rooms to pack up his things.

He put some paperback books in the study: works by Bobby Bright, works by Stephen King, and "The Catcher in the Rye" and "Slaughterhouse-Five" by Robert McKenna into the box.

"Button! Button! Button!"

Martian Manhunter stood outside and knocked on the door.

"Mind if we talk, Peter?"

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

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

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

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

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

Hearing this, Peter looked at the other party in surprise. How 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 very caring and had worked as a teacher.

"Yes, I used to be a teacher in school. I enjoyed the feeling of existence by letting a child make his life choices."

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

"Many children need help. Some of them have only lost themselves a little in the fog, but many are in deep darkness."

When he talked about the experience of adopting an orphan, a hint of tenderness appeared on his face.

"Some are more serious, some are kids who have been abused by their parents, some are substance abusers, some are bipolar, some are hurting themselves, the world - in many ways has abandoned them, left them to the wolves and lions of the plains and the jungles."

“Sounds like a great cause.”

Although Peter was not interested in doing charity, he had to admit that Martian Manhunter's behavior was commendable.

"If you have any financial problems with your charity work, Mr. Jones, I can donate some."

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

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

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

Martian Manhunter drove the car towards Metropolis and it began to drizzle.

The rain on the car windshield accumulated slowly, forming streaks mixed with pollen. The wipers were very effective in removing rain, wiping out all the streaks cleanly.

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

Although the "Carr" wildfire has not yet reached Smallville, most people have already begun to evacuate. "Dad, isn't Clark coming with us?"

A-Zu, who was sitting in the back seat, asked Peter, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Clark will come over later with his parents, and we'll meet in Metropolis."

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

"The players on the Phils baseball team haven't performed very well this year, but they are actually quietly accumulating strength—"

"--The rain will continue to intensify in the next four days. Experts say that the 'Carr' wildfire spreading in Kansas will not be affected by the rain. This does not seem to be good news--"

"Now a jazz collection from Zechitel, Mumbai, has become part of our global Café Sounds program—"

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

A-Zu looked at the bustling city under the night sky.

It was drizzling and cars were whizzing past.

Through the misty rain, he saw an electronics city located not far away like a mirage.

In the distance, the uniform high-rise buildings look 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 out the window.

"It's very beautiful. It's like two different worlds compared to Smallwell."

A Zu turned around and said to Peter: "But there is a feeling of oppression here."

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

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

"Why? Dad."

"because."

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

There was a noise coming from the dark street I just turned.

Peter looked over and saw a group of young men beating up a man near a trash can.

The guy who was being beaten squatted on the road with his head in his hands, not saying a word, allowing the other side to punch and kick him.

The dull sound echoed in the air, and the cars passing by did not stop to meddle.

Peter frowned, and in the dim light he could see that the person being beaten was a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old.

The young man with a slicked-back hairdo exudes a noble temperament and never makes a sound even when being beaten.

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

Hearing the Martian Hunter'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 thugs threatened him with a hostile tone.

The teenager who was being beaten up heard the sound, moved his hands away from his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw Peter pushing open the car door and getting out.

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