After her emotions were vented, the woman pushed Clark away, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and resumed her usual behavior.
"Go take a shower."
She pointed to the stairs and gave the order, "Throw those dirty clothes directly into the trash can, then go back to your room and sleep."
Clark nodded obediently, changed his shoes honestly, and slipped back to the bedroom.
After closing the door, Clark took a long breath.
He didn't take a shower, but fell on the bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
After the aftertaste of adrenaline completely faded, muscle soreness began to spread throughout the body.
Recalling the scene of gunfire and bullets in the TV studio, and the nervous but unexpectedly reliable Frenchie at the critical moment, Clark felt that his heart started beating fast again.
He turned over and sat up, taking out his cell phone from his pocket.
The screen was filled with news that Vought International was back on top.
The headlines on all major social platforms are scrolling to show the scene where they occupied the broadcast room and forcibly cut into the screen.
The trend of the Internet has completely reversed, and those who once abused Superheroes are now lining up to apologize.
Clark looked at half of his profile on the screen and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
He actually actually participated in an operation to save the world.
Just when Clark was still watching the news in a daze, there was a knock on the door.
Ding dong.
Then came the mother's voice. "Who?"
"Good evening, ma'am."
"Excuse me, it's me, Frenchie."
Clark, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly jumped up.
He didn't even bother to put on his slippers, and rushed out of the room barefoot, running towards the door in three steps at a time.
Clark Open the security door.
The person standing outside the door is indeed Frenchie.
This Frenchie changed into a clean jacket, and the stubble on his face was also taken care of.
Although there were still some bloodshot eyes that had not been rested, his whole person seemed to be relaxed and relaxed as never before.
"Have you been released?"
Clark opened his eyes wide in surprise and blurted out.
"Isn't this nonsense?"
Frenchie laughed and cursed, stretched out his hand and rubbed Clark's somewhat messy hair.
"I have done some meritorious service, can the police station still let me have dinner?"
Clark grinned sillyly.
Frenchie leaned against the door frame, put away his somewhat joking expression, and looked down at the young man in front of him.
"I'm leaving United States for a while."
Frenchie raised his eyebrows,
"The company will reimburse me and I will take my little guys to Japan to have fun. Before I leave, I will come and say goodbye to you."
Go and play around at Japan.
Hearing these words, a trace of envy flashed in Clark's eyes.
With their family's financial situation, not to mention traveling abroad, even taking a vacation out of state is an expense that both mother and son are reluctant to pay.
But this envy was fleeting.
What surged into my heart was a deep sense of reluctance.
To Clark, the down-and-out man in front of him, who was a round older than him, was no longer just a stranger he had just met.
The two have a real life-long friendship.
"How long will it take?"
Clark's eyes drooped and his voice became softer.
Frenchie has been in the underground world for so many years, and the ability to observe words and emotions has long become instinctive.
The disappointment that could not be hidden on the young man's face was clearly visible to him.
He chuckled lightly, clenched his fist, and gave Clark's shoulder a moderate blow.
"Don't be so sad, old man. When I get settled there, I will definitely bring you a bunch of gifts and souvenirs when I come back. I heard that the game consoles and figures over there are very good. You can choose whatever you want then."
Upon hearing this, Clark's droopy eyes instantly raised, and he was so happy that he almost jumped on the spot twice.
"Keep your word!"
"Of course."
Frenchie smiled and nodded, then like a magic trick, he took out a white envelope from his inner pocket and handed it to Clark.
"Take it, this is what Lynn Director asked me to give to you."
Clark was stunned.
He looked down at the unsigned envelope and pointed to his nose, feeling a little surprised.
He had no interaction with that Lynn Director at all, and they didn't even exchange a few words. Why would the other party go out of his way to have someone send him a letter?
"Don't ask me, I haven't opened it either."
Frenchie shrugged, watched Clark take the envelope, and then stood up straight.
"Okay, now that the things have been delivered and the goodbyes have been said, I will leave. I have to rush to the airport. Time is very tight."
Frenchie took half a step back, waved at Clark, turned around and walked into the night of the corridor.
"Have a nice trip!"
Clark scratched the door frame and shouted.
Frenchie whistled in response from the end of the corridor.
Clark watched Frenchie's back disappear completely, and then slowly closed the door.
As soon as he turned around, he met the two stern eyes of his mother standing in the center of the living room.
Mother didn't speak, her eyes scanned Clark and the envelope in his hand.
Clark swallowed and quickly put the envelope into his pocket.
"I'm going back to my room to sleep!"
Clark didn't dare to look at his mother at all, so he sneaked back into his bedroom against the wall and locked the door behind him.
Leaning against the door panel, Clark took a deep breath.
He took out the envelope, walked to the desk, sat down, and carefully opened the seal by the light of the desk lamp.
Clark held his breath and poured the contents onto the desk with some paint peeling off.
Bada.
It was a piece of cardboard folded in half, and a bright yellow note.
He swallowed and unfolded the folded paper with slightly trembling fingers.
It's a cash check.
One, ten, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, one hundred thousand.
A total of half a million dollars.
For a single-parent family living in a dilapidated apartment and whose mother works two jobs a day to make ends meet, this is a huge amount of money that can stun people.
Clark's nasal cavity suddenly became sore.
He rubbed his nose vigorously, suppressed the urge to rush out of the room, hug his mother and cry, and moved his eyes to the bright yellow note next to him.
The handwriting on the note is very elegant.
"Hello, Clark."
"You are so brave and helpful in coming forward. Thank you for speaking out for John and Vought."
"All expenses for your future schooling will be handed over to Vought."
"In addition, Vought's door is always open for you, come on!--Lynn"
Clark Looking at these lines of words, a warm current surged into my chest.
There is no alms from superiors, and there are no cold official clichés.
The feeling between the lines is like a big brother next door, patting him on the shoulder and giving him the most practical promise.
The tuition fee was taken care of, and his mother no longer had to worry about the loan for his college education.
There is even a job waiting for him at Vought International in the future.
Clark took a deep breath and glanced at the bottom of the note.
Under the signature Lynn, there is a small line of words.
It is a series of completely different fonts, the pen is sharp and penetrates the back of the paper.
Just a short sentence.
"Clark, you are the real Superman.--John"
Clark's pupils contracted, and his eyes were fixed on that sentence, unable to move even an inch.
This is the message from Homelander.
The real Superman, on a small note, gave the word "Superman" to a high school student in the most solemn tone.
After a while, Clark wiped away his tears randomly.
He took the check and opened the door gently.
The living room was dark.
Clark walked to the refrigerator, took out a magnetic sticker with a cartoon pattern on it, and pressed the check for half a million dollars squarely on the refrigerator door.
That's the first place my mother sees when she gets up to make breakfast every morning.
After doing all this, Clark took a long breath and felt that something pressing in his heart was released.
He turned around and walked back to his room. That night, he slept more soundly than he had ever slept in the past ten years.
In the dream, he found that he seemed to have really turned into Superman.
He can fly and Heat Vision, he punishes evil and promotes good everywhere, and fights evil...