--why are you laughing?

I just laugh when I'm happy.

- It's just a bowl of potato broth.

I’m not laughing because of this bowl of broth! Wendy, what are you thinking? I’m not the kind of person who is easily deceived, right? Again, it’s just that I don’t like to think too much, it’s not that I don’t really have enough brains!

Besides, they saved our lives anyway, why do you act so repulsive?

This time he didn't even come out to speak.

——The fact that you like him very much makes me nervous. Because based on experience, I can't handle normal relationships at all. No matter what I think at the time, the final result will always be a mess.

But now the person dealing with emotional relationships is not you but me.

——I don’t know which result is more acceptable to me.

——Whether you are doing well or not is not the answer I want. If you are doing well, I will hate myself. If you are not doing well... I still hate myself. You can't just sleep with him and then let him go

Get rid of it?

Wen touched his chest and thought seriously and deeply for a while.

It’s not like I can’t do it from a purely moral point of view. Well, I have to admit that I really have no bottom line than I thought! Don’t laugh at me! You have already laughed at me many times!

But I really like Connor.

He's very good-looking, and I feel like he's the kind of person who can easily accept some of the "abnormal" aspects I said that you described as "abnormal."

And he has an endearing quirkiness to him.

——You always seem to be able to find people in the crowd who will like you, accept you, and be stable and happy in their hearts.

Wendy stopped talking next, but after Wen finished drinking the broth with relish, she commented: The taste was average.

"How was it?" Connor asked happily after Wen finished drinking, "I cooked it well, right?"

"I don't have high requirements for food. It's okay and very delicious." Wen said honestly, "You didn't put many spices...it's just right. I don't like the feeling of too heavy spices."

But Wendy's taste is different from hers. Wendy likes strong flavors.

Connor curled his lips in disappointment: "I thought you were going to praise me."

"Don't be a stinker." Wen pushed the bowl over, "Go wash the dishes quickly!"

Connor made a look of shock: "You are eating for free and you are eating too confidently!"

"Please go wash the dishes quickly."

"Adding the word "please" can't change the fact that you are just freeloading... I wash it, really," he complained with a little dissatisfaction, "I began to understand why the old gentleman said he would not take care of the little girl.

Sorry, you are so difficult to take care of."

Wen sat at the dining table and watched him wash dishes: "How do you think I got my beauty? We ordinary humans are different from aliens. You can have a good figure and skin just by exposing yourself to the sun. I have to go through hard training."

Only then can we have it.”

"Now you sound a bit like my other father."

"Another father? You aliens are so powerful."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood. Kryptonians cannot impregnate men. I was born in a laboratory." Connor finished washing quickly, "I am half-Kryptonian. The other half of the genes in my body belong to humans."

"It sounds a bit perverted and anti-human... and also very interesting." Wen was lying on the table. When Connor came to clean the table, she raised her hand, "Although it is interesting, it is still a bit perverted and anti-human."

"Guess what - I have the same attitude as you." Connor finished tidying up the kitchen.

"Are you going back?"

"You want me to stay?" Connor raised an eyebrow, "Are you ready to convince me?"

Wen stared at him: "I thought I was your type."

"Okay, I'll stay. You're really good at convincing people, honey."

Wen laughed, and while laughing, he was talking to Wendy in his heart: He is really funny.

——There is no need to tell me such an obvious and irrefutable fact.

Connor went back to tidy up his room. Fortunately, there were several bedrooms in this independent house, otherwise Connor would have had to stay and sleep on the floor. He didn't look like the type who would refuse to sleep in the same bed, but frankly

He said that Wen was not ready for the incident.

What's more, she was still injured.

She finally had the mood to open her phone and read the past messages, and felt extremely surprised that Wendy's second brother hadn't called to scold her yet.

It's not Wen's slander. Wendy's second brother doesn't look like a gentle and tolerant type at all. It's normal for him to be so angry that he doesn't want to talk to her for a day or two, but there's been no news for so long... Could something have happened?

Wen said to Wendy a little worriedly: "My second brother may have overturned his car. Is it possible that when I get back, I will find that he, ahem, passed away again?"

"No, he is not a small player in Gotham." Wendy appeared beside her, smiling, "Check up the news in Gotham. Enter the URL as I read."

Wen carefully typed the letters that Wendy read out, hit Enter, and then browsed briefly.

...Gotham is really dangerous.

But she didn't understand the connection between these news and her second brother.

Wait, she clicked on one of the messages in surprise: "Red Hood and Nightwing are fighting? Red Hood? This look and figure look familiar...is he the second brother?"

"It's him." Wendy said calmly.

But Wen was a little afraid to talk to her. Wendy's calm was like the calm before the storm, and she seemed on the verge of an emotional explosion.

According to Wen's understanding, as long as Wendy didn't really explode, it meant that she could continue to endure it. However, she could also feel Wendy's mood. The various feelings in her heart mixed with the feelings that violently impacted her reason, which made Wen feel...

Irritable and restless.

Even the good mood before has faded.

Wendy turned to look at Wen as if she had noticed something. Her eyes were clear and calm, and her expression was completely different from Wen's. Wen was distracted for a while, wondering whether she was usually a person in the eyes of the people around her.

What image.

"I'm sorry." Wendy said.

"What? Why?" Wen didn't respond, "What are you sorry for?"

"For everything." Wendy took a deep breath and said, "For... for everything I gave you. For the things that should not be borne by you, those emotions and pain. I am sorry to many people, but you are the most difficult thing for me to face.

correct person."

"The most difficult person for you to face should be yourself." Wen said sharply.

"...Yes." Wendy pursed her lips, but for unknown reasons, she still insisted, "First of all, it's you."

"This is your past, your life, your feelings and experiences." Wen added, "Your life is a mess. It's not entirely your fault, but after all, you are your own protagonist, so it's hard for you to

Escape the blame."

"It's so hard to make choices that change your life for the better," Wendy said.

"I feel like I'm not a suitable life mentor...Have you forgotten that I almost cost both of us our lives just now...I'm not living a particularly good life either." Wen said tangledly, "Although it is indeed better than

You should be better..."

But any normal person would have a better life than you.

Wen thought so, but didn't say it out loud.

Wendy seemed to smile, but she didn't seem to. She disappeared from Wen's eyes with a somewhat worried expression. Before leaving, she said: "Your injury will be healed tomorrow."

"Will there be an aurora tomorrow?" Wen was happy.

"How could I know," Wendy said funnyly, "You can ask Connor, he should know."

Connor's answer was affirmative: "Tomorrow? Yes."

"Great, I came to Iceland just to see the aurora." Wen circled around the room happily, "I haven't seen an aurora before. Is it similar to a rainbow? But a rainbow is stationary, and I remember that the aurora moves.

...It’s so good!”

Connor raised his head and looked at Wen, with a smile on his face: "When you live in Iceland for a while, you won't think the aurora is so strange. I was just as excited as you when I first saw it."

"Oh." Wen stopped and turned to face Connor, "Do you want to be more excited?"

Connor didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

"Come with me to see the Aurora." Wen said matter-of-factly.

Connor said, "I bet you've never had a date turned down, Win."

"Have you ever been rejected?"

"Of course - no." Connor whistled, "Want to try what it feels like to fly in the aurora? You have to wear thicker clothes, baby, or you can choose to hold me tighter."

Jason hasn't seen the note Wen left for him yet.

Nightwing didn't know what was wrong with him. The first thing he did when he came to Gotham was not to go home but to find him. The two of them had a hearty fight. He didn't get any good, one of his ribs was broken, but he fought back.

He had to show no mercy. I think Nightwing wouldn't be able to stare at that bruised and swollen face for a long time.

Bucket helmets are much easier to use than eye masks.
To be continued...