Chaoying's small group [Zhongyingmei]

Clark Kent.

Wearing glasses is an ordinary daily reporter, who can't be found in the crowd, but when he takes off the glasses, he becomes an extremely dazzling superhero.

"Stupid, bring me my sunglasses." Tony said blankly.

...Probably not so dazzling.

But Tony did pick up the pair of black-rimmed glasses calmly and reservedly when Clark took off his glasses and was allowed to see the little dumpling who had woken up in the bedroom, and asked Jarvis to scan them.

The chairman of Stark Industries is a leading inventor in the United States and even the world. He believes in science, but now he sometimes doubts science.

Tony put the glasses on his face.

"So you don't recognize me now," he said, "Jarvis."

The smart butler was silent for a few seconds, perhaps performing the facial recognition program competently, but the answer he gave was somewhat disappointing: "No, sir."

Tony was also silent for a moment.

He quickly took off his glasses, put them back to their original positions, wiped the bridge of his nose with his hands, and said nonchalantly, "Oh."

When Clark walked into the bedroom, Daisy was lying on the edge of the cradle kicking her chubby legs back boredly.

There is a layer of tender meat on the chin, poking it with your hand, it must have a good touch.

She is very energetic. She refused to go to bed yesterday and tossed everything about being a father. When she was finally sleepy, she wrapped herself in a small quilt and slept for a long time. Today, she opened her eyes early. If Tony was still sleeping, Already screaming.

Hearing the footsteps, Xiaotuanzi was very happy, jumping up and down, wanting his father to carry him out of the fence.

It turned out that it wasn't Dad who came in.

Daisy had seen this righteous uncle before.

It's a pity that she had seen so many people that she couldn't remember for a while. She raised her head and her eyes widened. Her first reaction was to look behind Clark to see if Tony followed.

Fortunately, although she didn't remember who this was, she felt a little cordial and didn't cry. When she noticed that Clark was looking at her blue eyes with a smile, she also smiled with crooked eyes.

"Long time no see, Daisy." Clark bent down and looked at Daisy at the same level. Because he was facing the little baby, his tone was very light. He spread his big palms and put them in front of Daisy. "Grow up!" A lot."

Daisy looked at his hands.

The hero's hands have the same lines as those of ordinary people, with long fingers and wide and thick palms, giving him a sense of security.

These hands rescued the little girl from the fire two days ago. Before that, they had helped many people in need.

Tuanzi gently put his hand in the big hand and stuck it.

She touched it, and suddenly felt a little shy, then retracted her hand and put it behind her back.

As the weather got colder, the one-piece flying mouse pajamas were a bit thin, but she liked the 24-hour heating at home, so she kept wearing it.

The baby flying squirrel with its little hands behind its back is too cute.

"My mother has always said that she wants to see you." Clark's eyes softened a little, and he reached out to hold the little one out of the cradle, "When you come to Kansas to play, please come to my house, okay?" ?”

"Okay." Daisy seemed to understand, she swayed slightly like swinging in mid-air, smacked her lips, and followed his words.

After finishing a good word, she looked up and saw the old father with messy hair, called "Dad", and couldn't wait to get out of Clark's hands.

When the little feet hit the ground, he quickly slipped behind his father and hid himself.

"There's nothing to be shy about." The old father bowed his head.

Talking too early is easy to slap your face.

She was shy at the moment, and after breakfast, only the empty-nest father was left reading the newspaper in the dining room by himself, while the little daughter was outside, playing very well with fellow countrymen, and the laughter never stopped.

Clark came here just to see the Krypton cubs raised in the rich man's house.

His mother, Martha, had made little cupcakes and flown them all the way from Kansas to New York, and they would have been warm at the villa if it hadn't been cold.

Dough nestled in Superman's waist like a well-fed cat, comfortably flipping to the next page of the storybook while Clark read to himself.

Probably because they are both from Krypton, she was not very familiar with him at first, but after playing for a while, she became close to this uncle, and she was even willing to hug him. I will also follow along.

"Grandma eats fruit." Daisy said.

Speaking of food, she finally thought of her old father who had been neglected for a long time, but she still had a filial piety, so she raised her head and looked around: "Father, eat."

Just when Tony came out with a bottle of juice, the dough that had shrunk in the warm area didn't shrink anymore. It was more flexible than a weasel. It quickly slid off the sofa like a rice cake, ran over, and hugged Dad's leg: "I'll eat it."

It wasn't long before he had finished his breakfast, but now he started to lick his mouth greedily after seeing the food.

Tony didn't whet her appetite, so he lowered his hands and saw the little one holding the bottle and sipping, with a round belly. He touched his head and said, "Go sit and drink."

The toddler ate quietly, just in time for the guardian to sit down with his fellow countrymen and have a little talk.

Tony found that the pair of glasses on the table had returned to Clark's face, and his eyes seemed to wander intentionally or unintentionally. He coughed and cleared his throat, and said, "You are very famous recently."

"I can't control public opinion." Clark smiled, not eager to appear on the front page of the newspaper, "Just do what I can."

He is an alien, living on the earth, and he didn't want to be exposed like this.

But as Martha said, his existence, or the existence of Kryptonians, is a secret that will be revealed sooner or later, it's just a matter of time.

People are always afraid of what they don't understand.

Even knowing that they are protected by such an unknown and powerful existence, once they discover that the Kryptonians are powerful enough to destroy all human beings, they will inevitably fall into panic about dying at any time.

After all, if fate is tied to the conscience of a strong man, trust is weaker than spider's silk.

"And so is Daisy."

Clark put his hands together, crossed his fingers, and looked at Daisy who was carefree drinking juice beside him. He knew that Tony loved her very much, so his smile relaxed now, "I worry sometimes."

"What are you worried about?" Tony asked.

"When she grows up a bit, her body absorbs the energy of the earth, and she can explode with amazing abilities." Clark said, "It's wonderful and dangerous. I hope she won't be regarded as a monster by others, and I don't want to regard myself as a monster."

"My child is not a monster." The old father's eyes turned cold when he heard this.

Daisy finished drinking the juice and wanted to listen to a story when she came over, so she was hugged and put on Tony's lap to do so.

She was very used to sitting in this embrace, smiling broadly, and raised her hand to stroke her father's beard, but found that it hadn't been trimmed properly, and there were stubble that slipped through the net to prick her hand, so she quickly retracted her hand, lowered her head and stroked it.

"Of course she isn't." Clark took all of Daisy's little moves into his eyes, "She is a unique surprise to you and me."

"After all, what kind of abilities will she have when she grows up?" Tony asked.

Talking dryly, the mechanical arm passed by and was ordered to fetch two glasses of water.

"You already know that it can emit laser light." Clark said, "Besides that, it can also hear extremely subtle sounds, the eyes can see through, and the skin is invulnerable."

Every time he said the same thing, the old father's face seemed to be as wonderful as pouring a lot of paint.

"...Compared to these things, it's probably nothing unusual to be able to fly." Clark said.

"Is that why you don't buy a plane ticket every time you come?"

It's a good thing Clark didn't drink water when Tony said that.

Compared with other superpowers, flying is probably the easiest to demonstrate.

The big scene of Superman's test flight has never been seen before, and now it is an eye-opener to float in the room in a low-key manner.

Of course, for superheroes, flying is no longer a special skill.

Clark's feet were off the ground, but the little dumpling looked at it seriously.

She had seen her father fly before, but she didn't expect that the uncle in front of her could also fly. She put on a playful heart and stared at him with big eyes without blinking.

It was interesting to watch, and I pulled my father's big hand to let him see it too.

The mechanical arm wobbled out with two glasses of water and stopped beside Tony.

Tony picked up one of the cups, took a sip, and thought about how his daughter would fly around the ceiling in the future, feeling inexplicably complicated.

Superman fell back to the ground.

Daisy screamed with joy, her little hands fluttered around him.

"I think these are still within the acceptable range." Tony said, "I have seen even weirder ones. Besides, she was raised by me, so what if she has some superpowers."

"I'm glad you think so." Clark said, "I'm sure Daisy will be happy too."

They were talking, and the mechanical arm quietly holding the water next to them suddenly became strange for some reason.

The hand waved, almost throwing the tray and water glass to the ground in an instant.

Tony noticed it, frowned, turned his face unconsciously, and almost dropped his water glass in shock from what he saw.

His little daughter is standing on tiptoe with a pair of chubby legs, like a seedling about to grow upwards.

But not every seedling can float in the air a distance of a palm without resorting to any external force or jumping on tiptoe.

Daisy is flying.