7. Smallville: Clark
13.
Aria has a question that she keeps buried deep inside.
As a member of Stardew Valley, the player has spent countless spring, summer, autumn and winter with everyone in the town, and has established good relationships with every citizen - even so, she has never been invited to participate in holiday decorations!
She was always allowed to go after the arrangements were complete. Come on, we all knew each other so well, and helping with the arrangements wouldn't take up much of the farmer's time. She was actually quite willing to participate in these activities.
So when the town was recruiting volunteers for the preparatory activities, she signed up immediately. She and the black chestnut baby stood out among the volunteers in the town. After a while, Uncle Jerry, the horse-loving man from the bar, came over shyly.
"That's a good horse," Jerry said, reaching out to let Li Bao smell it. It snorted and turned its head to the other side. Jerry didn't get angry, but continued to laugh heartily and said, "What a girl with personality."
Aria dismounted and handed the decorations in Libao's side bag to the florist waiting nearby. She then pulled out a perfectly shaped carrot and placed it in front of Jerry. "You can try feeding this to her. Libao loves carrots."
Jerry took the carrot and passed it to the black horse's mouth. Li Bao's eyes lit up and he licked it tentatively. The horse then rolled up the carrot with its tongue and started chewing it with a crunch.
Nothing could be more captivating in an organic food promotional video than featuring animals. This morning, a freshly washed carrot, fresh from the ground, still carried the scent of earth. A gentle push snapped it in two. A horse's molars are fine grinders, releasing the plant's vitality as it chews, leaving a crisp carrot aroma—a flavor that raw carrot lovers simply can't resist.
Even Jerry, who doesn't like eating carrots raw, swallowed his saliva subconsciously and turned to ask the farmer: "Do you have any carrots these days? Can you sell me some?"
Aria's small farm has won the hearts of some of the residents of Smallville for its high-quality produce. She has reached a supply agreement with the town's fruit and vegetable shops, and the produce she sells is now appearing on every household's table. Sometimes when Aria walks through town, villagers will smile and praise the farm's high-quality produce.
Although she preferred to simply throw the goods into the shipping box and wait to be paid, she didn't mind running a few more errands if it could improve her relationship with the townspeople.
Aria smiled, took off her straw hat and placed it on Libao's head. "No problem, I'll just send you a basket tomorrow." She winked, possessing the enigmatic air of a farmer. "Think of it as a new product tasting. Please cheer me on!"
Smallville is experiencing a serious youth exodus, which might be why the town offered a prize and allowed young people like Aria to participate in the competition. Incidentally, Aria had sneaked into the mayor's basement on a dark and stormy night two days ago and, to her dismay, discovered he had six different colored shorts—except for purple. Anything other than purple felt like the game was completely lost, so she left the mayor's house uninspired, deciding not to return for a while.
Not finding the purple shorts was a blow, but Aria was also a very good player. Even if the tree fell into the water when she was chopping it down and the first colorful fragment was donated to the museum, she could still wake up the next day with full energy to face the challenges of the new day.
So she was probably only sad for a short while before she started thinking about a winning strategy for the Easter Egg Festival.
With the prize money, the town was keeping the Easter egg hiding spot a secret. Even Aria's volunteer efforts couldn't yield any further information. The only thing she knew was that, for fairness's sake, everyone would be limited to the same speed while searching for the eggs.
It might be difficult in reality, after all, speed is also a part of competition. However, this is just a game, a game between adults and children. Although this restriction has made the training of the past two days somewhat ineffective, Aria can still fully accept it.
After helping the florist arrange the festive flowers, she went to the mayor to look at the short signature form and found an unfamiliar name with a blank space behind it, obviously the person had not arrived yet.
"Clark Kent?" Aria read out. "...Kent...Is this man related to Martha?"
"He's Martha's son," the mayor answered her doubts. "He grew up in Smallville, but he's been working outside in recent years. He's a good guy."
Aria automatically interpreted the mayor's comment about Clark Kent as "a good farmhand," and started to have a headache. "So, how was his Easter egg hunt?"
The mayor had been in this position for a long time, and he would probably make it his lifelong career, so everyone he talked about about Smallville always said, "Probably not very good."
"The boy from Martha's family never used to participate in these big events. He wasn't in good health, so he usually stayed home alone during holidays. Sometimes he would hang out around town with his friends—only those two regular ones."
The neatly dressed old man showed Aria his watch. "But don't be too nervous. The race starts at ten o'clock, and it's already nine-fifty. The nearest bus to Smallville leaves at this time, and it takes more than ten minutes to run from the station."
"—he might be late."
…
Another aviation accident. Superman lifted the damaged right wing of an airlift plane, saving it from breaking apart due to a steep fall. Knowing the nearest airport, he redirected his efforts and escorted everyone on board, along with the plane, to safety.
The sobs of the survivors were very contagious, and even if they didn't know each other, everyone opened their arms to each other.
Superman heard the people cheering and clapping, and the crowd's discussion came to him like fine foam.
"Thank you, Superman!" "Oh my god, I almost thought I was going to die..." "I hope the gift for Mary is not damaged. This is the first holiday we spend together..."
Then Superman realized belatedly that he still had a game to play in Smallville.
14.
Superman is always very cautious in choosing his landing spot. He needs to avoid crowds and choose places where his sudden appearance will not arouse suspicion. The military has never stopped its search for who Superman is, and the news media always point their "guns and cannons" at this super-powered person, which makes him more cautious in many aspects to avoid bringing trouble to himself and his family.
So he chose to land at the only station in Smallville - as the game time approached, almost everyone had arrived and there wouldn't be a single person in sight. In addition, the facilities in the town were old and there was no surveillance, making it a perfect landing spot.
The uniform was neatly put away, and Clark put on glasses, which together with the plaid shirt formed a very stereotypical image of a corporate slave.
He estimated that if he ran at a certain speed, it would only take eight minutes to reach the town square, so he didn't panic. However, his super hearing caught a burst of rapid and rapid horse hooves.
The black horse came closer like lightning, its muscles bulging with movement, dotted with beads of sweat, looking like black agate just mined and washed from the ground. Perhaps it was because it spotted its target, the woman on the horse pulled the reins and controlled the swift horse to stay in the air for a few seconds. The whole scene looked like the oil painting of Napoleon crossing the Alps - except that she didn't raise her hand, but stretched out her hand to him.
"Clark Kent?" she asked from her horse.
"Ah? It's me. What can I do for you..." After confirming that the person was correct, the hand grabbed his wrist without hesitation, and easily pulled the 1.91-meter-tall adult man onto the horse and sat behind her.
? ? !
As soon as Clark sat firmly, the woman patted the horse's butt, and the agile black horse galloped away again.
All that remained in his ears for a moment was the whistling of the wind. Clark Kent was jolted on his horse, still trying to figure out what was going on: "What happened?"
The black mane flew in the wind's direction, and Aria's black hair also flew wildly in the wind. The wind was so loud that she had to shout loudly:
"The game is about to start! The mayor said we can't have one less person!"
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Irresponsible Small Theater
Clark: Sitting behind a horse is kind of lame.
Aria: Then you sit in the front
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