134. The Great Proposal to Wayne (Part 2): There is an Ocean with Waves
Perhaps it was because everything that happened next was too chaotic, but whenever Wayne tried to recall that day, the first thing that popped into his mind was Aria's smile.
Bruce Wayne is familiar with all kinds of micro-expressions, doubtful, puzzled, forced smiles. Only the farmer, only her expressions are mostly based on smiles, spreading like dandelions and infecting everyone.
...Then a cup of coffee was stuffed into Wayne's hand, and Aria took out a handful of blueberries from the wooden box and gave them to him, and enthusiastically planned to take him around the farm.
Who would have thought that if you want to know about the farmer, you don’t need to make all kinds of horizontal comparisons or dig deep into various information databases. You just need to stand in front of her and say "I want to know you", and she will open her heart to you.
Others might be delighted by this trust, believing it to be a sign of their uniqueness in the farmer's heart. But Batman simply wanted to immediately and immediately reinforce the farmer's awareness of the confidentiality of his identity.
Aria had no idea that she had once again proven to be Batman's unsuspecting side - the reason she was so eager to show him around was because if she let Batman wander around the room alone, something bad would definitely happen!
Who could resist taking a look at the wet newspapers with titles like "Gotham Young Master Gets Drunk Every Night" and "Super Flash! Ten Stunning Photos of Wayne's Golden Left Cheek" after fishing them out?
As he looked at them, he felt that it was a shame to just recycle these toilet reading materials... Feeling so sorry, the farmer collected half a box and even posted some of the particularly interesting ones on the wall of a room. When he passed by, he couldn't help but laugh a few times before leaving.
What if Batman saw it?
The farmer decided to defend this secret to the death, just like he would defend Mayor Lewis' purple pants!
She enthusiastically showed Bruce Wayne around the farm facilities and took him to see the animals in the barn and chicken coop.
To be honest, the feeling of happiness comes so quickly that it is easy to feel unreal.
This is what happened to Bruce Wayne. He picked up a piece of hay and suspected that everything he saw was an illusion after staying up all night.
Until the farmer came running towards him, holding a huge chicken.
"Do you want a hug?"
Unlike the farmer with eager eyes like a dog, this fat hen was looking at him with a majestic attitude, as if evaluating whether the human in front of her would be a qualified guest.
...Based on Wayne's understanding of animals, if he took it now, there was a high possibility that he would be pecked by the chicken.
But the farmer's expression made it hard for him to refuse.
"Give it to me." Bruce Wayne stretched out his hand - Batman's reaction speed is dozens of times faster than that of a chicken, so Batman will definitely not be pecked by a chicken, right?
Indeed, no, but it wasn't because Batman retracted his hand in time, but because Aria reached out.
She scratched the chicken's breast soothingly, and the hen narrowed her eyes slightly, deciding to let this guest go for the time being.
They shook hands, and he knew how gentle and open those hands were.
"How is it," Aria raised her face and asked him, "Does it feel good?"
Chickens have higher body temperatures and heart rates than humans, and their soft and warm touch easily reminds people of down quilts.
It was at this time that Bruce Wayne realized that he had not had a good rest for a long, long time.
…
As we walk through the world, our bodies crave food, water, sunlight, sleep, and…love.
...Batman is no exception.
Batman's willpower is strong enough to support him to the limit of human beings, but it only takes an all-nighter and a few nights of very little sleep...
"Would you like to try my bed?" Aria patted the bed vigorously, recommending it highly. "It doesn't matter if you can't sleep, just lie down on it and you'll feel refreshed. I've tried it before, it works great!"
Batman would not rely too much on magic or external forces that could change the rules of the world's consciousness. He should have rejected Aria, and then... saw the farmer's disappointed face.
My conscience was hit by a hammer, and then I found that it was not that hard.
——There must be something in the air of Smallville that allowed Bruce Wayne to gain the upper hand in the end.
The farmer continued explaining its functions: "Actually, this bed has another magical feature: it can accommodate any number of players... just stack us up... Who knows, maybe my species is actually a compressed small material bag..."
"Aria."
"Um?"
Bruce Wayne was in bed, murmuring in an almost criminally low voice.
"Can I have a good morning kiss?"
To hell with this morning's board meeting.
…
Thus begins the wonderful romance between the farmer and the city dweller Bruce Wayne.
There was always joy, and occasionally arguments... but most of the time, the arguments were over before the farmer even realized it.
"If that is what you wish, I will follow the rules you specify."
The farmer said this, the firelight still shining on her face, but her expression was quite confused - after all, anyone would have the same expression when they were suddenly pulled into a serious topic during a casual conversation.
"You have enough to worry about every day. I think I shouldn't add to your worries."
"I hope that long, long time from now, most of the memories we have left will be happy ones."
"Of course, if you can get happiness from me," the farmer scratched her head a little embarrassedly, then smiled. Obviously, she felt very satisfied that she could bring happiness to Bruce Wayne: "I would be even happier."
Batman: "..."
In fact, the farmer was just speaking the truth, but both Batman and Bruce Wayne were suddenly extinguished as if they were sprayed by a fire extinguisher.
...Maybe that's just how city people are. Aria herself doesn't quite understand it.
…
In fact, what Aria was worried about was not the occasional quarrels.
But she sensed a hint of a proposal from Bruce Wayne's recent busyness.
How could he propose? According to traditional customs, the farmer should be the one proposing!
In order to catch up with Bruce's progress, Aria has been rubbing the ring so hard that sparks are almost coming out...Finding the recipe, smashing the colorful fragments, smelting iridium ingots, none of them are easy tasks.
But the great farmer finally did it!
Just when Aria was very proud and thought she was about to win the first place, she received an invitation from Batman.
Tonight at twelve o'clock, Wayne Tower.
Before opening the message, Aria: Hehehe.
After seeing the message, Aria: No hehe.
On a dark and windy night, when talking about love and proposing, damn it, is it Bruce Wayne who got there first this time?
However, the farmer underestimated the joke of fate.
"What is this?" Aria opened the metal box handed to her by Batman. There was neither an engagement ring nor any commemorative item in it as she knew it. It was just a delicate device with a transparent shell, and all the internal structures could be seen clearly.
"A gift."
...Wow, that's a pretty concise explanation. Considering that Batman had previously given the farmer some tools that were more in line with her habits, Aria had taken it for granted.
"Is it a tracker that automatically explodes three meters away? Or is it an electric shock device that can knock someone out instantly?"
However, neither of them was the case. Batman just looked at her as if she would disappear in the next moment, and the smile on Aria's lips drooped little by little.
She seemed to guess what it was.
"…is your key home."
This is the key that Batman spent three years developing. In fact, according to the original research difficulty, the development time would have been even longer, but he referred to the wisdom of other members of the Justice League.
Batman lowered his eyes to the ground. "Given your growing connection to this world, it will be difficult to leave..."
"That would be the choice I'd give you."
"This will be your escape route."
"But this is a little hurtful." Aria frowned slightly. "I am staying by your side completely out of my own free will, Bruce."
"I don't want you to see yourself as an alternative. You chose me, I chose you, it's that simple."
The farmer felt mixed emotions as he touched the teleportation key that was said to be able to send her home.
"But no matter what, thank you for taking the trouble to help me."
That could no longer be considered the farmer's home, or rather, from the moment she left the nest, she was destined to build a nest in another world and have her own home completely.
"I have a gift for you, too."
In fact, at first the farmer was a little worried that the ring she made would not be worthy of the one Bruce Wayne took out - now she is more or less relieved, because this guy has no intention of tying her up with the ring.
She didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing, but Aria didn't want to let such a good opportunity slip away.
She took out the ring she had prepared long ago - in Zuzu City, if a person fell in love, she would create a precious object for her partner using colorful fragments and some other things.
When proposing, all you need is another person’s hand*.
Aria knelt on her left knee. If the Gotham media saw this scene, they would definitely scream in shock - the engagement ceremony of the Gotham prince was worthy of the headlines of any newspaper.
But today, the only things present were the sullen wind of Gotham night and the bright moonlight.
So the farmer had a lot of stupid things to say.
"Well... you can see it. My farm has seven or eight cows, a dozen chickens and ducks, three or four sheep, and an entire greenhouse full of ancient fruits."
"In the future, I'm considering building a hot spring in Smallville... Since it's in the original game, I think we should at least replicate it. That way, when you want to recuperate in the future, you'll have a better place to go."
"If you have a favorite flower, I can plant a whole flower field for you."
"Alfred said you don't like carrots, but I thought you could try the ones I grow. They're crunchy and sweet, and they taste like fruit when eaten raw... Of course! It's okay if you don't like them! Everyone has their likes and dislikes... I just thought that if you like anything, I could grow it for you. If your living space is filled with traces of me, you'll always think of me."
"Of course, the most important point."
She held up the ring, the diamond gleaming in the moonlight.
"There are still many things I don't know. You will always guide me and stay with me, right?"
Bruce Wayne didn't say anything. He stared at Aria for a long time, as if he wanted to remember this face and this moment forever.
Just as the farmer waited for about a minute, feeling a little sad, he was thinking about the occasion when he would propose next time.
Bruce Wayne picked up the ring.
He smiled, and waves appeared in the ocean.
"good."
…
Bruce Wayne is actually married.
The first person to discover this shocking news was Vicki Vale, the legendary Gotham reporter who even dared to interview the Joker in order to get first-hand news. She noticed that there seemed to be a circle of sunburn marks on Wayne's fingers.
"Mr. Wayne! Mr. Wayne!" Vicki decisively decided to give up on asking Wayne about such frivolous questions as "What do you think about the Wayne Group's falling stock price?" Determined to get a new point, she bravely asked, "Mr. Wayne, can you explain the sunburn on your hands? Are you married?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the media present were in an uproar, and many reporters secretly hated themselves for not getting closer to Bruce, resulting in giving this opportunity to others in vain.
Fortunately, based on their experience, if wealthy people choose to keep their marriage secret, they will most likely choose to evade media inquiries...
"Yes." Unexpectedly, Bruce Wayne actually answered this question, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. It was hard to tell whether it was because he was relieved that the gossip news had finally stolen the limelight from the Wayne Group's falling stock price, or because he was happy that he could finally make an official announcement.
"I left Gotham some time ago for a honeymoon, and everyone can see that my skin color is a little darker than before..."
"...Oh," the fashion reporter among the interview group breathed a sigh of annoyance. "We thought it was some clever idea of Wayne's. We even dedicated a page to him explaining tanning."
It was a good answer, but Vicki Vale wanted more than that: "Why don't you continue to wear the engagement ring? Is there something wrong with your relationship?"
Of course, anyone with a discerning eye can tell from Wayne's expression that he is definitely not experiencing any emotional problems, but being a reporter is sometimes like this. In order to get better answers, you have to ask some "stupid questions" at the right time.
Sure enough, Bruce Wayne frowned slightly, leaned slightly in this direction, and after spreading a faint plant fragrance, he picked up the interview microphone.
"Actually," Bruce Wayne's tone always carried a tone that tempted people to continue listening, but this time there was a hint of sweet distress in his tone: "Because the ring was made by her own hands, I am worried that it will be worn out..."
Wayne found the camera very well and said: "Maybe next time we meet, I can share my new wedding rings with you."
The farmer, who was lying on the sofa in Wayne Manor and lamenting that Bruce's TV was so advanced that it had more than three programs, sat up straight.
——Of course, the real reason is not that.
It was the Zuzucheng ring she had given that was a little... too sparkly.
It not only flashed when he proposed, but also at night. Even if Wayne took it off when he slept, the diamond ring made of colorful fragments and iridium ingots would flash very strongly and beautifully... until the farmer got up from the bed and covered it with a pile of clothes.
"Oh my god, I think I shouldn't wear this outside."
Otherwise, Aria would really be worried that even if some blind robbers tried to kidnap Bruce Wayne a second time, he could blind them with the ring on his hand.
It's not that shiny in the game, but I think it's made with colored fragments and iridium ingots, so what's wrong with a little shine?
I will incorporate the other two people's sweets into my daily life. I will write the chapter title. Just eat the sweets as needed.
The next chapter is Damian's work log (), looking forward to seeing you next time. Poor·
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