116 Clark Line: You're in the wind, I'm in the water

"Would you like to get closer to the stars?" Superman asked.

It was like asking a bird if it wanted to fly tonight. Aria's heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it would jump out of her chest at any second.

"certainly!"

She agreed like that, and Shadow could hardly keep up with her pace.

Clark should have been delighted, but the farmer clearly had more than just her in mind. Before she could even think of stopping him, the farmer ran towards Kara and invited her, "Kara, do you want to join us? This is a rare Kryptonian flying lesson!"

The blonde girl was not unaware of the undercurrents in this matter. She could only blame Aria's burning eyes. Even a Kryptonian would find it difficult to reject someone with such eyes.

She glanced at her cousin meaningfully. Kal-El's godly face rarely revealed a glimpse of Clark Kent's inner self, but he almost immediately smiled to fill the gap.

Perhaps even he himself cannot draw a clear line between Kal-El and Clark Kent. In front of the person he likes, Clark Kent takes a back seat, and Kal-El, who is more "better" in a secular sense, stands out.

"I believe Kara's flying ability is quite good," he winked. "After all, I have her to thank for getting you to the ground safely."

In fact, with the Desert Totem, teleportation is possible, and it doesn't matter even if Kara smashes her into a meat pie the first time she takes her flying - Aria can always wake up on her own farm.

But now the clever farmer has gradually understood one thing, that is, the less he mentions the various hellish jokes derived from her ability to resurrect from the dead in front of his friends, the better.

Her friends' excessive worry about her would obscure their once sharp insights and make their jokes no longer funny. Aria didn't want to cast a shadow on happy times - how could people live if they always thought about parting?

"I've experienced being able to carry the team alone, and I have a better idea for two people." The farmer took Kara's hand, held her wrist, motioned for her to hold it in reverse, and then extended his hand to Superman.

“…”

Superman didn't move, so Aria extended a second invitation.

"Clark, don't be distracted." The farmer laughed: "Come and hold hands." Good friends should walk together hand in hand.

…No, actually, he wasn't distracted. That super brain from Krypton was actually running a very strict program, which included searching for keywords like "how to hold hands" and "the hidden meanings of different hand-holdings," which were as complex as the current internet. Finally, it said with a grunt—

Dear, this question is not in the Krypton History Question Bank, please search again.

This should be what holding hands means... right?

…So we can hold hands? Clark Kent wondered.

The farmer's hands were about average for a human female, but after going through so much, every time Clark saw her hands, the first word that came to his mind was - strong and powerful.

The sturdy farmer stretched out his powerful hand and grabbed his wrist like a galactic sword.

This "life and death noose" is often used when pulling people up in the mountains to avoid tragedies caused by slipping hands.

…A very secure, very safety-conscious leash, which as Superman he should be commended for, but as Clark Kent.

The little curls seemed to droop a little.

Unfortunately, the desert wind was so strong that this arc did not attract Aria's attention.

Her attention was focused on choosing her flying posture.

The farmer held a Kryptonian in each hand, squatted slightly to increase the height difference, and looked happy as if he was about to go to Disneyland with his friends.

One Kryptonian holding a flying vehicle is a mobile vehicle, and two Kryptonians holding a flying vehicle is a -

"Hot air balloon!"

In fact, it is more like dog sledding, but Clark Kent, the only one with common sense, chose to keep silent.

The night fell on the desert, the red cloak fluttered in the black curtain, and the first Krypton shuttle bus in the universe was about to depart.

"Are you ready, Xiaoya?" Kara also found it novel. She reached out and touched her hair, while her other hand held it firmly.

"I'm ready!"

Kara Zor-El and her cousin exchanged a glance, their tacit understanding, passed down through their family blood, needing no further explanation. Working together, the two launched the Farmer into the air.

This was the second time in her memory that she had broken free from the earth's harsh bondage and touched the face of the sky*, but somehow, Aria felt that the feeling of weightlessness she felt was familiar, as if she had jumped into the sky countless times and rushed into the embrace of the sky.

"Is there anything more exciting?" The wind was so strong that the farmer's shouting was quickly blown away.

Kara agreed, she rarely said no to Aria's requests.

"Xiaoya, try to release Kal-El's hand first." The blonde girl whispered in her ear: "We won't let you fall."

The farmer nodded, and when she released her hand, she clearly felt Clark's little finger gently sliding across her palm. Maybe it should have been a little itchy, but she was naturally lacking in something in her senses, so she just glanced sideways and watched them separate.

So, Kal-El. Compared to the Earth language she was gradually mastering, her native language was more efficient when working together. Kara quickly switched languages ​​to communicate with Superman.

The rest is up to you.

Superman understood, and in the next millisecond, Kara raised her arm and threw Aria away, leaving an afterimage!

"Wow wow wow wow!"

Aria should have been scared after losing her support and being thrown so high, but the farmer's exclamation was filled with unprecedented surprise.

Now she knew why these superhumans were always so happy, because being able to fly was really...super cool!

Clark paused slightly in the air, his eyes always following the rising Aria, and then his red cape fluttered as he appeared at Aria's next landing point.

Gravity pulled the farmer precisely into his arms.

"Fun! Clark! It's really fun!"

Aria lay in his arms and laughed for a long time before she looked up at him——

This is the result of calculation by the super brain. Logically speaking, Superman should not be proud of this innate talent, but he still couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

"I've got you, Aria," Clark repeated, as if to himself. "Look, I've got you now."

…

After playing and having fun, the farmer's accumulated energy in the past few days was completely released like a flood. Apart from the experience of fainting due to the low stamina bar, Aria really had no experience of saying goodbye to her friends and going home after playing. As a result, she couldn't find anything to say for a while after playing, and stared at Clark Kent, who was looking forward to staying with her for a while.

Kara seemed to be attracted by a strange cloud in the distance, and now they were the only ones left here.

Clark Kent: "...Xiaoya?"

They were still above the clouds, Kal-El was like a ship quietly anchored in the night, his blue eyes spoke more eloquently than the young reporter's mouth, and the emotions of love and expectation were already thick enough to slowly brew into a jar of sparkling honey.

He was waiting for Aria to speak first.

"In fact, according to the rules of our fellow villagers, you should put me down as if nothing happened after the activity, and we will go back to our homes." The farmer gave the highest praise to this, saying "It's really fun, it's time to go home", and the activity ended successfully.

"But since we're already at eight hearts," Aria took a deep breath, "Ask anything you want."

…

"Here's what happened," Aria turned her head away guiltily. "Red Robin suggested a physical examination, so I made an excuse and slipped away."

That's not even an excuse, the farmer had completed an epic retreat in front of Red Robin and now only dared to whisper a few complaints in front of Superman.

"I mean, what if I get in? My farm construction will be completely put on hold."

People who work in our industry are most afraid of doing our job. Farm construction is always in Aria's mind. Although her attention is sometimes attracted by other fun things, the farmer actually firmly believes that she can complete the task successfully every time.

"I was supposed to faint at the appointed time, but Lei Xiaogu forced me to go through a 996 speedrun all day without a break."

"Hmm." Clark came closer. His body was always warm, as if he had been baked in the sun for a long time.

"So," he leaned in closer, "is there anything I can do to help?"

In his impression, Aria is always busy. Although this kind of vitality and sunshine generally attracts him, Clark Kent can't help asking more and knowing more.

What was your childhood like? Do you have any regrets? When did you feel happy? Why does your heartbeat seem like an eternally unchanging pool of water?

"I can't remember, I don't have any at the moment, I'm very happy now... and so on," the fair and strict farmer questioned. "You ask too many questions! This is not fair."

So the Kryptonian rescue dog looked at her with puppy eyes and said, "I'll tell you whatever you say."

"My boots were originally sewed by Martha and me together. I put the leather on my feet and used my thermal vision to cut and sew them together.* Later, when I became proficient in it, I did it myself... After all, the fewer people who know about this 'job', the better." Superman smiled harmlessly: "I noticed you staring at it several times, and each time you stayed on it longer than anywhere else." About twenty seconds longer.

"Do you like this style? I can make you a pair."

"Or do you prefer my cape? It's made of Kryptonian materials, but it's not a unique piece that can't be reproduced..."

Perhaps the joy of regaining what he had lost today really overcame everything else. Clark introduced himself as if he were attending a date: "I have a uniform in my apartment in Metropolis, so if my clothes are destroyed by the enemy, I can change them in time..."

Kal-El said a lot in one breath until he could say no more, as if he wanted to condense the other half that Aria didn't know into these few words, so that she would know him well from then on.

But the farmer's heavier breathing interrupted him, and Clark Kent stopped, as nervous as if he had handed over a love letter.

"Wait, wait, Clark, this is too much information. I'm sure I'll know it all later."

Aria quickly called a halt and urged things to get back on track. After all, there was still the most important thing that had not been asked.

"Clark, I just have one question."

"If receiving a bouquet of flowers now means that you might receive another withered bouquet a long, long time from now, would you still be willing to accept it at this moment?"

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*Some sentences in a space-related speech have been modified

*Superman's mission mentioned

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