American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior

Looking behind Sam Lane, Locke saw a man wearing a thick cotton jacket, with a stubble on his face and eyes as red and swollen as walnuts, who was excitedly supporting a young woman with tears streaming down her face.

The woman was also holding two little girls tightly in her arms, who were sniffling and had tears in their eyes.

Old Henry walked quickly forward, and the four members of the family hugged each other, crying and laughing.

The excitement of the reunion almost broke through the silence of the snow.

That's right.

Old Henry is the father of the bearded man, and Sam Lane is the brother of the tearful woman, and the man and the woman are exactly the same.

"Mr. Kent!"

Before Locke could fully digest the subtle feeling brought about by this relationship, Sam Lane strode forward.

This senior official of the Ministry of Defense, who usually makes plans in the Pentagon and whose eyes are always full of suspicion and calculation, is now completely calm.

Those eyes that had witnessed countless crises were now filled with pure, almost overflowing gratitude and fear.

He stretched out his hands and grasped Locke's shoulders firmly, with a strength that was sincere only for a soldier.

"Thank you so much!"

"Thank you! Really... Thank you so much! If you hadn't saved Father Henry in time, then..."

"My sister Moira, my brother-in-law Gabe, Chloe and Louise... this family, really..."

He didn't say anything else, but just squeezed Locke's shoulders vigorously, his eyes swept over his sister and brother-in-law who were crying bitterly behind him, and the unfinished words were extremely clear -

This family almost fell into the abyss of sadness.

Feeling the warmth of the other's palm and the heavy gratitude, Locke shook his head slightly, a gentle and understanding smile on his face. He repeated what he had said to Old Henry last night, his voice steady and earthy:

"You're welcome."

"Since Mr. Henry has come to Smallwell, we are all Smallwell people and neighbors."

"Helping each other out has been the most natural thing in this land for thousands of years."

Looking at Locke's frank eyes, without any self-seeking or embarrassment.

Sam nodded gravely.

He could feel the frankness and strength in the other person's words. Based on his understanding of the peasant society, this was obviously not a courtesy, but a deep-rooted belief of the people on this land.

So this powerful general made a move that surprised Locke a little.

An imperceptible, almost clumsy embarrassment flashed across his dignified face. He reached into the crisp inner pocket of his military uniform, fumbled around, and pulled out a dark gray business card with an extremely simple design but made of an unusually crisp and thick material.

There are no fancy decorations on the business card, just two clear lines of information:

Name, a contact number.

Sam Lane solemnly handed the business card to Locke, his action carrying a sense of ritual that was almost like entrustment.

"Mr. Kent, I'm deeply grateful for your kindness. I'm a person..." His tone was characterized by a soldier's directness, with a hint of helpless self-deprecation, "I don't have many things that are truly valuable that I can show off."

"Keep this card. From now on, if you or your family encounter anything... well, anything beyond common sense, anything that can't be solved by ordinary means... well, anything that you feel is wrong, anything that might involve 'special' dangers..." Sam paused, his eyes becoming extremely serious. "Call this number and tell me my name."

"As long as it is within my authority and ability, I will do my best to help."

"..."

Looking at the heavy business card in his hand, he looked up at Sam Lane's business card, which was full of sincerity and even a little bit of -

'I'm sorry, but this is the only way I can repay you.'

Seeing the sincere face, Locke couldn't help laughing for a moment.

Reward with money?

Or use your power to provide secular conveniences?

These ways of rewarding each other are indeed not in line with the style of this 'General Ryan'.

Just look at the crying family members wearing ordinary winter clothes behind him and you will know that he obviously did not use his power to seek any special treatment for his relatives.

The only 'reward' he could think of and was willing to give was in his most core area of ​​responsibility—

Fight against threats beyond human comprehension, such as superhumans.

This is very Sam Lane.

Absurd, yet extremely real.

Locke understood. He weighed the business card and did not refuse it. Instead, he calmly put it away and put it in the pocket of his work pants.

Then, facing Sam's sincere gaze, he smiled calmly and said slowly:

"General Ryan, I received your kindness."

"Although I'm just an ordinary farmer and don't understand what you mean, but..."

He looked up at the sun-drenched Smallville fields, which had just cleared after the snowfall, and said calmly but with a certain certainty, "I actually hope that this kind of business card will never be dialed."

Sam Ryan was slightly startled when he heard this.

Then, a rare smile of relief broke out on his face, which always looked too serious.

The sun shines on the snow.

It also falls on these two men with completely different identities and backgrounds, who briefly meet because of a snowstorm and an old man.

The air was filled with the freshness after the snow and a strange, tacit tranquility.

-

Along with the crackling of the firewood in the fireplace, the low and grateful conversations of the adults in the living room came faintly through the window.

And outside the door of Kent's farmhouse, on the snowy field, the sun was shining brightly.

Three children——

Lois Lane, Chloe Sullivan, and Clark Kent.

They were looking at each other awkwardly.

As for Dior?

He had already been immersing Sarafiel in obscure books in the nursery upstairs.

The snow and human voices outside the window had nothing to do with him at this moment.

Chapter 67 Lois Lane

Children's friendship is very pure. Sometimes they can quickly become familiar with each other without even a few words or a few games.

Clark awkwardly dodged a snowball thrown by Chloe and deliberately stumbled in the deep snow.

He bent down to roll a snowball, deliberately slowing down his movements and carefully controlling the strength to ensure that the snowball was soft and not a hard lump of ice. Then he aimed at Chloe and threw it back, and the snowball drew a normal arc.

perfect!

Clark breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to hurt anyone, nor did he want no one to play with him anymore.

"Haha! I missed!"

Chloe laughed and jumped away nimbly, her golden brown hair dancing in the sunlight.

Clark laughed too, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at the quiet figure not far away.

Lois Lane, Chloe's cousin.

The girl did not join their snowball fight.

Instead, he stood alone on the undisturbed white snow a little further away, with his back to them and his head slightly lowered.

He seemed to be holding a small notebook and a pen in his hand, writing something in it intently. Occasionally he would raise his head and glance around sharply.

The farmhouse covered with thick snow, the pine forest in the distance bent by the snow, the crystal icicles under the eaves, and even Clark and Chloe who were playing snowballs, then he quickly lowered his head and continued to record.

But Clark felt that this scene was a bit...

strangeness.

Louise was obviously about the same age as them, but her focused and self-absorbed aura made her seem out of place.

This reminded him inexplicably of Dio.

Just as mature, just as oblivious to others.

"Chloe."

While Chloe was bending over to make a snowball, Clark pouted towards Lois and asked curiously in a low voice, "Your cousin...what is she doing? Isn't she playing with us?"

Chloe followed his gaze and shrugged.

"Oh, cousin Louise? She must be 'working'! She's in 9th grade now."

"Work?"

Clark was even more confused.

What jobs can minors have?

"Yup!"

Chloe straightened up and brushed the snow off her gloves, a mixture of admiration and a hint of helplessness on her face. "She's a reporter for their school newspaper! She's amazing! She carries her little notebook with her wherever she goes, and she wants to write down everything she sees. She talks about 'recording the truth' and 'finding stories.'"

She mimicked Louise's serious tone and made a face.

"She must think it's childish for us to play in the snow like this."

"I'm busy recording the scene after the snowstorm, and... well, what the home of 'Mr. God,' who saved my grandfather, looks like." As she spoke, she also opened her lively eyes wide and looked around at the snowy scenery and the Kent farmhouse. Her eyes sparkled with a similar light as Louise's, but more outgoing. "Honestly, this is cool! It's my goal too!"

"Your goal?"

Clark didn't understand.

"Become a reporter for the school newspaper!"

Chloe puffed out her chest, looking longingly:

"Just like Cousin Louise! Write down all the interesting and important things happening in school and town so that everyone can know!"

"School newspaper?"

Clark repeated the word, which was completely new to him, his blue eyes filled with confusion.

"what is that?"

Chloe turned her head sharply, staring at Clark with wide eyes as if he were an alien, her mouth slightly open.

"You...you don't know what a school newspaper is?!"

Her voice was filled with disbelief.

Clark was a little scared by her look and shook his head honestly:

"I don't know. Our school... Smallwell Elementary School, we don't have that thing."

"No?!"

Chloe's voice rose an octave, as if she had heard the most horrific news in the world.

The longing and vitality on her face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a grayness that was almost desperate.

"Smallwell Elementary School... doesn't have a school newspaper?!"

She seemed to have been devastated by this cruel reality. She stood there blankly, muttering to herself, "That... doesn't that mean... after this winter break, when I transfer here to study... I'm going to live without a school newspaper?!"

She imagined a future in which she would not be able to interview, write, or publish articles like her cousin Louise. She felt that her life had suddenly lost its meaning. She even forgot to throw away the snowball she had just made and dropped it on the ground.

Clark looked at her instantly fallen face and her dull eyes, feeling a little helpless.

He didn't know why the school newspaper was so important to Chloe, nor did he know how to comfort her. He just scratched his head and spoke awkwardly, "Uh... Actually, our school is pretty good. We have..."

but

Before he could finish his words, Chloe suddenly woke up from a nightmare and shook her head vigorously to get rid of the frustration.

She took a deep breath of cool air, her eyes refocused, and she regained her energetic look.

"never mind!"