69novels Chapter 194
Chapter 194
"I'm not going to convince anyone, ma'am," said Superman.
His figure is still amazingly stable in the strong wind on the top of the Empire State Building, revealing a dizzying might.
It seems that nothing in the world can shake him, nothing can defeat him, nothing can break him, as if he can maintain such calmness and firmness in any situation——
God, she thought.
For a split second she was sure she hated him for his cowardice.
He had done nothing wrong though, if it wasn't a mistake wasting his precious time trying to make her love the world.
"You don't 'need' to convince anyone, Superman." The woman's thin voice floated in the wind, with tension to the extreme, so tight that it was close to breaking, "You are Superman—I mean, don't you Will you encounter the same problem as me?"
At this time, her emotions were not so much pain and despair, but frustration and lifelessness.
The life of ordinary people is like this. In fact, they have no chance to encounter too many too dark things. Most of the time, the setbacks they experience are just ordinary setbacks, and the troughs in their lives are just ordinary troughs. The deep hatred does not involve any secret organization.
They live ordinary and silently, laugh ordinary and silently, and suffer ordinary and silently.
There are more people in the world who have suffered more than you, Carl thought, but he knew full well that the comparison was not fair.
People have different definitions of happiness and pain, as well as different definitions of gain and loss. The pain of a homeless person who loses half a loaf of bread is equal to the pain value of a billionaire who loses his entire wealth. .
Superman just floated in mid-air, silently watching the suicide woman.
There seemed to be kindness and compassion in his blue eyes.
If he was really kind and compassionate, why didn't he offer any comfort?
If he has no kindness and compassion, why does he always keep an eye on human beings and never give up helping them one day?
She looked up at him, like a woman longing for arms looking up to a man with strength.In those blue eyes without sorrow or joy, in the eyes of the god on earth with his arms wrapped around his chest, she felt intense sadness and great pain.
"God—" She stumbled back, and finally knelt down on the ground, letting out a hoarse cry.
Superman stared at her and said, "I'm sorry ma'am, I'd love to do something for you, but I can't help you. Maybe you'd like to hear my thoughts. That's the only thing I can do."
He paused for a moment, but the woman just buried her head in tears, so he continued: "I haven't encountered a problem like yours, but I have encountered a lot of troubles, some troubles can be completely eradicated, and some troubles are like weeds." It never ends; some troubles have troubled me a great deal, others have been necessary. I solve them, try my best, but there are always some which I cannot solve."
"……and then?"
"I've learned to live with them as companions, ma'am," said Superman. "It's hard, but frankly, it's fun."
The suicidal woman showed a haggard smile.
"Thank you, Superman," she said.
The sun had slid down to Superman's feet, and the golden-red light failed to penetrate his body. When she was about to be shrouded in shadow, Superman moved slightly, making room for the afterglow of the setting sun.
Her pale cheeks and lips were painted with some tender blood.
"My story is over," she said. "If I jumped off now, would you keep your word and just watch, Superman?"
Superman stared at her without answering.
"It was a boy, lady, very healthy," he said.
In the evening, an uninvited guest visited the Lex Group.
He stopped outside the glass window, tapped lightly three times, and his knuckles made a crisp sound on the glass.As if in answer, the window was opened, and at the same time Lex.Luther seemed normal, but in fact he said in a sarcastic tone:
"I don't think you got any invitations, Superman. Do you always come here uninvited?"
"Good evening, Luther," said Superman.
He flew into Lex's office, landed on the ground in front of the window, and walked slowly in front of Lex.
"Everything was fine before you flew out of my window, after you flew in? I don't know, why don't you tell me." Across the desk, Lex's tone was not polite, "What's the matter, please?" You're here? Let's break the word, Superman, since we don't like each other."
"I have nothing against you."
"Thank you, it's a great honor to hear that."
Superman took a few steps closer, and Lex watched him calmly, perhaps because Superman didn't act aggressive at all, he looked very relaxed, completely convinced that Superman would not suddenly explode.
But if you ask him this question, the answer he gives is probably "no force can resist him at such a close distance, and I will not do anything redundant".
"I need your help," said Superman.
"The omnipotent superman actually needs the help of a mortal? I have to say, I was too surprised by your statement, so surprised that I didn't even have the mood to ridicule your self-righteousness." Luther pushed back coldly, "You Flying into my city with disrespect, doing whatever I want with it, and now dictating me. 'I need your help', Superman, you should really listen to your tone - who do you think you are?"
Superman watched him for a moment, and as always, Lex felt alone in the stare.
It hurts so much, the very act of standing in front of Superman hurts him, he can feel it in the depths of his soul - assuming his soul is still in his own body and not in hell - then A deep burning pain.
He derives self-destructive strength from this confrontation.
Like Icarus flying with waxy wings, he flew too close to the sun in triumph, the amazing heat burned his wings, and Lex knew that one day he would fly too high, Fall too close to the sun and die.
But he couldn't control himself.
"I'm not worth mentioning," replied Superman.
He wasn't angry at Lex's belittling and sarcasm, in fact he hardly showed any emotion other than calm.
Lex refused to acknowledge the fact that Superman had emotions, he refused to think, he refused to see, ignoring all the kindness and genuine tenderness of Superman, all the possibility of absurd me being left behind, Superman had only One identity: enemy.
They were each other's enemies, one-sided, and Lex decided that his confrontation with Superman would never end.
"Tell me why you did it," Lex said. "Try to convince me with some reason. Consider it a reward for your courage in standing before me."
Superman said, "Not for any purpose. You will do it because you can."
long silence.
"Interesting," said Lex, his expression not revealing any emotion. "Interesting. You think I need to prove my intelligence to you?"
"Not really," replied Superman. "I never doubted your intelligence."
Silence again.
"I'm going to figure out a way to solve Alzheimer's disease, but like you said, Superman, I'm only doing it because I can solve this problem that has stumped the world for so many years."
"I know that," said Superman, not showing the slightest smugness, but Lex was sure he hated Superman's look.
Fools have given him so many titles, Superman, Son of Tomorrow, Man of Steel, God of Earth, what is he thinking at the moment?Did he laugh at Lex in his heart.Luther's ease of maneuvering?
Lex never thought of himself as the one being manipulated but actually, yes, he would admit it, but only to himself, that he was far from being tough enough against Superman.
Maybe he looks strong enough on the outside, but deep down he is very aware of his weakness, and this weakness makes every word he utters harsh.
Superman looked at him for a moment, then held out his hand, a red bud lying in the palm of his hand.
"What's this?" Lex didn't let his guard down.
"a flower."
"What do you mean?"
"Thank you."
"Forget it, Superman, if you want to have a good relationship with me, I advise you not to waste your efforts." Lex sneered, he crossed his arms, and immediately realized that there was too much self-defense in this posture feelings, but it was too deliberate to put his hands down at this time, "Take it away."
"It's fine to plant it in ordinary soil, water it once a week, and the water should soak the soil." Superman left the flower in his hand on Lex's desk, "It comes from Alpha Centauri [-]."
"Alien plants." Lex stared at the buds wearily, "I'm sure the earth doesn't need any more alien species invasion accidents."
"It has no attack power, and the flowering period is only 10 minutes. After 10 minutes of flowering, it will wither and die." Superman said, "There will be no accidents."
"It seems that there is something very special about it, so you choose to use it as a gift." Lex sarcastically said, "Why don't you give me some alien technology? I promise I will gladly accept it."
Superman watched Lex for a moment.
I'm going to gouge out his eyes when I beat him, Lex swore inwardly.
"It sings when it blooms," he said.
Before Lex could react to the words, Superman turned around and flew away, leaving Rex to watch his back, and a few minutes later, Lex shifted his gaze to the bud.
Mercy only hated herself for not being able to get away quietly before Superman knocked on the window.
She huddled in the corner as quietly as a chicken, not knowing whether to leave immediately or stay here to wait for the boss's orders, and finally she decided to stay here because the boss would definitely need her to do something.
"Mosy." Sure enough, she heard the boss's voice, "Take care of this alien plant."