American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Not all children can mature as precociously as Dior.

And when encountering such a thing, even Dio

The blond boy stood there stubbornly, his eyes red and his lips pressed into a tight line.

There were too many emotions surging in those red eyes that were always domineering.

Angry, fear, and grievance.

"Dio."

Locke sighed softly and put his hand on his shoulder, "You don't have to endure this."

"Dad understands you."

This sentence was like opening a floodgate.

Dio suddenly threw himself into Locke's arms.

"Clark is an idiot!!"

he swore angrily.

Hugging his trembling son tightly, Locke could feel the hot tears soaking through his clothes.

"Crack~"

Logan closed the door gently and leaned outside the ward.

He sniffed and didn't bother the family.

Ninety years, right?

家啊

The wolf turned his face away and closed his eyes silently.

-

It was pouring rain outside the window.

Raindrops beat on the roof of Kent Farm, but they could not cover up the warm laughter inside the house.

On the dining table, there was a birthday cake with nine slowly burning candles.

Clark and Dio had just made their wishes and everyone was busy singing birthday songs to them.

until

The kitchen door slammed open.

"Little birthday boys!"

Logan strode out carrying a small cake, the maple syrup gleaming amber in the candlelight.

“Authentic Canadian maple cake, who wants it?”

"I me me!"

Clark immediately raised his hand, his blue eyes shining like stars.

Logan glanced at the cold Dio, then looked at the excited Clark, and suddenly felt that this boy was an angel.

"Little hero!"

"Eat! Eat a big piece!" He generously cut off a fist-sized piece and even personally picked up a spoonful and handed it to Clark's mouth, "Uncle Logan will feed you!"

Dio rolled his eyes, finding the homeless man an eyesore.

Locke couldn't help but laugh, walked quickly to the corner, and suddenly lifted the dust sheet.

"Look! The Royal Academy of Sciences' custom-made astronomical telescope!"

The metal bracket glows coldly under the light, and the gold-plated "KENT" on the lens barrel is particularly eye-catching.

but.

"Wow, thanks uncle/dad."

The two children thanked him politely.

Locke raised an eyebrow: ".?"

Isn't this the wrong reaction?

"Locke, you're not doing well."

"Children, look at me!"

Jonathan suddenly opened a small room on the other side.

“Thump, thump, thump—!”

Two mini tractors suddenly appeared!

The car is painted in cool colors and there is a bow tied on the steering wheel.

There was a clang.

Clark dropped his fork and, drawn to the tractor as if by a magnet, he lunged at it, running his small hands over the metal.

Although Dio was not as dazed as Clark, his eyes were also glued to the small tractor.

"."

Watching this scene silently, Locke had a thousand thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't speak.

Jonathan came over and patted him on the shoulder.

"brother."

"Thank you." He lowered his voice and pointed at the tractor. "You taught me!"

"Nothing bought with money can compare to something made with your own hands!"

The corners of Locke's mouth twitched.

This feels so familiar!

The baseball gloves he saved up when he was fourteen were finally defeated by the cowhide knot made by Jonathan!

"Jonathan," Locke said faintly, "how can you be so kind?"

"What are you two doing?"

Martha stepped in and stuffed a piece of cake into each of her husband's and brother's mouths.

"You're almost eighty years old together, can you be more mature?!"

Chewing the cake in his mouth, Locke nodded helplessly and looked at the night outside the window.

The starry sky was projected onto the window glass, winding down and transforming the laughter in the house into a blurry halo.

The suffering will eventually pass

Today's scars may leave a mark, but now -

They are all just special gifts given by life today.

The family is still happy.

that's enough.

For Locke.

Chapter 39 I was scared to death, it turned out to be just the IRS

The autumn morning mist shrouded the Kent farm, and the golden stubble shimmered in the morning sun.

Logan is gone.

As suddenly as he had arrived, this weathered warrior had quietly departed.

When Locke discovered it, only a few crumpled US dollar bills were left on the sofa in the living room.

“This is the Kansas hotspot.”

"The latest developments regarding the Smallville school bus drowning incident!"

The voice of the female anchor on TV made Jonathan, who was frying bacon, stop using the spatula. He turned off the fire and went to the living room, wiped his hands, and stared at the picture on the screen.

"Yesterday another 37 parents joined the protest, demanding the government to immediately"

The camera panned across the angry crowd, with angry parents holding placards.

Our children are not bait!

These bright red characters are particularly eye-catching.

In front of the steps of the town hall, several officials in suits were wiping their sweat and explaining something.

"Townfolks! Listen to me!"

"The state legislature has allocated $800,000 in emergency funds, and the first construction team arrived this morning."

"We will build roads, we will build bridges."

After the words fell, the camera switched again——

Broken bridge pier.

I saw more than twenty workers wearing safety helmets setting up fences.

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses was talking to a reporter. The name tag on his chest reflected the sun so much that only the four small words "Lionel" could be vaguely seen.

"I just saw Old Bob." Jonathan put the bacon from the pot on his sandwich and stared at the TV. He was itching to say, "The sign that this old guy is holding is almost poking the mayor in the face."

"What do you think? If I go to the protest, will I also be on TV?"

Martha rolled her eyes at him, knitting non-stop: "How old are you? Why are you still so eager to show off?"

"hey-hey."

"How can you say that?" Jonathan grinned, revealing a nostalgic look. "When Locke was studying, if I hadn't been the parent who always took the spotlight, he wouldn't have been able to..."

"Jonathan!"

Locke's face darkened, and the coffee cup in his hand made a crackling sound as if it could not bear the weight.

"Okay, okay, I won't say it any more."

Jonathan raised his hands in surrender, but there was still a mischievous smile in his eyes.

"father!"

Clark blinked his blue eyes curiously. "Go on! I want to know Uncle Locke's story, too."

Dad’s youth?

Dio pretended to be flipping through a physics book.

However, his red eyes kept glancing at Jonathan, and it was obvious that he also wanted to hear about this past story.

Locke shook his head helplessly and changed the subject directly:

"Let's not talk about Jonathan for now, Martha, about Clark this time..."

He didn't finish his words, but the meaning was clear.

This school bus incident has caused such a big stir. Will Clark's abnormal behavior attract the attention of someone with ulterior motives?

Jonathan hesitated for a moment.

"Locke, if it doesn't work," he took a deep breath, "let's take Clark away."

"What about the farm?" Locke frowned.

"You'll take over, right, brother?" Jonathan smiled bitterly.

"Is that so?" Locke pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Then you can take Dio with you. I'll stay and take care of the farm's affairs. I'll find a suitable time to sell it, and I'll reunite with you in about a year or two."

The room suddenly fell silent.

Clark lowered his head, his fingers tightly clenched around the hem of his clothes.

He just felt that everything was his fault, if he hadn't impulsively saved others...