[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

When Clark came in, he only heard the sound of splashing water. The golden retriever squatting at the door of the kitchen turned his head when he heard the footsteps, and then ran over joltingly, walking around Clark.

When it came to the bag that Clark was carrying, it stopped, raised its head and sniffed, its tail flicked behind it, and its dark brown round eyes stared at the bag without blinking.

It's like smelling the familiar smell that still lingers on it.

Clark bent down and patted it on the head. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a head protruding from the kitchen.

Probably thinking that Clark, who was teasing the dog, would not find himself. Those beautiful clear blue eyes fell on the bag, and the eyes flickered, and the emotions inside were very complicated.

The happy and unhappy kind.

Although Clark still doesn't know what happened, but through the information he has obtained so far, he probably understands why Brody appeared at his door today.

It seems to be angry with the family.

Moreover, the busy signal he heard when the phone was hung up was most likely related to his brother.

Clark retracted his thoughts, straightened up, and noticed that at almost the same moment, the head in the kitchen flinched back, and somehow Clark felt like laughing.

Especially when he walked to the door of the kitchen, the young man turned his head and was a little surprised, as if he had just noticed his return, the feeling of wanting to laugh became more obvious.

Brody thought he was covering up well, and he didn't realize that his every move was being seen by the other party.

He pretended to say, "I thought you wouldn't be back for a while."

Clark looked at his serious look, but thought of a kitten he saw when he went out for an interview.

The cat had beautiful blue eyes, looked about two or three months old, and was small enough for Clark to hold in his hand.

The little furry head was peeking out behind the window glass to observe everything outside. When Clark noticed it, he found it was staring at him.

However, as soon as he turned his head and looked at it, he would immediately retract his small head, as if Clark would not notice him, but he didn't know that his small pointed ears were exposed.

While the association might be a bit of a disservice to his friend, Clark couldn't help but associate it with Brody.

He pushed his glasses, put his fist against his lips and coughed lightly, as if this could cover up the curved corner of his mouth.

"I'm going to the bedroom," he said.

Brody nodded, turned around and continued to wash the dishes, but his ears perked up quietly.

Clark's footsteps gradually moved away, and not long after, the door opened.

The top of the black hair protruded from the kitchen door, and then slowly and carefully began to appear on the forehead, blue eyes, and the bridge of the nose. In the process, the blue eyes were full of vigilance. Immediately retract as before.

Fortunately, Clark didn't look in this direction. He held the doorknob with his hand, pushed the door in, and walked in.

The bag that was being carried also disappeared from sight.

Brody retracted his head and returned to the sink.

He drooped his eyelids and wiped the remaining water stains on the bowl with a sponge cloth in his hand, but his movements were slow. From time to time, his eyes would fall on the mobile phone he put aside.

Until he wiped all the bowls clean, the phone screen did not light up again.

When Clark came out of the bedroom, he saw Brody standing in the kitchen with his head bowed and a cell phone in his hand. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he looked pitiful.

"Brody."

After the young man heard his name, he immediately looked over, with a hint of bewilderment in his eyes.

Clark smiled at him, "I've adjusted the water temperature for you, you can go take a shower."

He paused for a moment, the blue eyes under the black-rimmed lenses stared at Brody, giving Brody the illusion that he knew everything, and Clark's deep and gentle voice was next to his ears.

He said, "Take a good rest first, no matter what you want to do, I will accompany you tomorrow."

When taking a shower, Brody felt like he was thinking a lot, but when he walked out of the bathroom, he felt that his head was in a mess and he didn't think about anything.

Especially when he put on his well-fitting pajamas and saw the brand of toiletries he used to use on the sink, his mind began to waver.

Of course Brody knew who it was from, and he had hung up on a call just before.

Although he felt a little uncomfortable that the phone never rang again, he still couldn't help wondering if he really did something wrong.

The young man sitting by the bed had a tangled expression. He didn't even realize when Clark entered the bathroom. Out.

He suddenly said

"Do you also wear glasses in the shower?"

Clark explained very naturally, "Because you can't see clearly when you take off your glasses, so you usually take them in when you take a shower, so you can put them on directly after washing."

"So that's the case." Brody nodded, his eyes became blank, and he obviously started to be dazed again.

But when Clark walked to the door, there was another faint voice behind him.

"It seems that I've never seen you take off your glasses, Clark."

Clark "..."

He tightened his grip on the doorknob, turned around and looked at Brody, and after noticing that his expression didn't look like he had discovered anything, he let out a breath of imperceptible relief, He dealt with it lightly.

"It's me even if I take off my glasses, isn't it?"

Brody was left alone in the bedroom afterwards.

This apartment wasn't that big, so it wasn't surprising that there was only one bedroom. As the owner, Clark gave up the bedroom to Brody, and he chose to sleep on the sofa outside.

Brody lay on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and the thoughts that made him feel bored began to pop up in his head again.

The more I think about it, the more I feel a headache.

Brody turned over, with his cheek pressed against the pillow, and he seemed to be able to smell the sunshine from the pillow between his nostrils, giving him a warm feeling, just like the feeling he gave himself after getting acquainted with Clark. Same.

What Clark said resurfaced in his mind again——

'Let's have a good rest first, and then we can talk about sleep. '

Maybe it's like what Clark said, maybe take a nap, and you'll feel better when you wake up tomorrow.

Brody closed his eyes, and in this feeling of being surrounded by the breath of sunlight, the messy thoughts in his mind began to dissipate until he really fell asleep.

Outside the bedroom, Clark was still asleep. He wore glasses and tapped his fingers on the keyboard.

With no one else watching, he tapped with incredible speed, and in just a few minutes, a news release appeared on the screen without any revisions, and he started writing another.

Suddenly, his movements stopped, and his eyes, which were originally staring at the computer screen, turned and fell on the closed bedroom door.

If someone opened the door at this time, they would find that Clark's eyes fell on the sleeping person on the bed, as if the door was not a barrier to him.

He could hear clear breathing in his ears, and he could tell that this was a state of complete sleep.

Clark pushed his glasses, and a smile appeared in his eyes under the lenses, then he looked away, looked at the screen again, and continued to work.

"Ding-dong-"

Brody was awakened by the push notification sound from the phone next to his ear. He buried his entire face in the pillow and groped until he grabbed his phone before opening his eyes.

A piece of news from Gotham City was displayed on the phone.

The above used exaggerated sentences, describing that the dark Batman belonging to Gotham fought a battle with a group of bank robbers in the middle of the night. He resisted all the robbers by himself and knocked out all the robbers in the gunfire , and finally left gracefully.

Probably not waking up yet, Brody forwarded the news to his social account, then put away his phone, and hid his head in the quilt.

After a few seconds.

--and many more.

The person who wanted to take a nap suddenly opened his eyes, suddenly realized what he had done, frantically clicked on his phone again, and then deleted his repost.

He sat on the bed with his messy hair, thinking about the news, and suddenly felt a little boring.

Maybe he should really reflect on himself.

Brody threw the phone on the bed, and he left the bed and walked towards the bathroom.

"I think, I'd better go back."

At the dinner table, Brody said suddenly.

Clark asked "Are you sure?"

Brody "Yeah."

Clark felt that Brody didn't seem to have any problems. He thought for a while and said, "Would you like to accompany me to a place?"

"Ok?"

"I have an interview task for the orphanage. If you have nothing to do today, would you like to go with me?"

Brody lowered his eyes to think, but it didn't take long before he raised his eyes to meet Clark's.

"it is good."

The orphanage is located in a very remote place, almost close to the edge of the city. There is a wooden board hanging on the gate of the courtyard, but the handwriting has become incomplete. It was Clark who told him that Brody knew that the whole process of the orphanage was 'Rolo Ward Orphanage'.

Brody "It looks like it's been through a long time."

In fact, this is just a euphemism.

This orphanage seemed to have not been repaired for a long time, especially when the rusty gate was pushed open, one even wondered if it would break.

Clark sighed, he looked sideways at Brody, and said in a low voice

"Because of some special reasons."