dhibooks Chapter 355
Chapter 355
Lex.Luther propped himself up on the carpet with one hand to preserve what little dignity he had left.
He knew he would look worse than he really was, and his father, that stupid, vulgar pig, knew nothing but a master of torment, and his youthful hustle and bustle had made it clear to him How to make his incompetent, weak, and arrogant son far beyond his abilities suffer, without laboring the doctor.
All the wounds will not be exposed, and even all the torture will not hurt the muscles and bones. Lex knows that as long as he goes back to his room and stays, he can even go to class as usual tomorrow, and after his injuries have completely recovered Before, his father would not show up in this villa.
How ridiculous, it seems that the only purpose of that guy coming here is to torture his own son.
All the windows were closed, but the ventilation system was still working, so the air in the room wouldn't make Lex dizzy, and his current dizziness was probably the aftereffect of the beating.
Lex knew exactly how to deal with them.
He supported the ground with his hands, and counted the time silently in his heart. After resting for a few minutes, he slowly sat up on his knees while supporting the ground, and moved to the wall. Presciently rolled against the wall, so he only had to move a short distance to achieve his goal.
He leaned his back against the wall and slowly straightened his body.
Sweat dripped from his brow after the whole routine, and Lex gasped for breath, rested for a few more minutes, and took a tentative step forward.
His body swayed and he almost fell over.
Carl held him up.
... Or, did he stand up straight by himself?
"I remember coming here to see him a lot since I found out about his existence. I knew his father had abused him mentally and physically, but I didn't know what to do... I could get him out, and then what? Carl said to himself, "So I went back and asked Alexander what to do, and Alexander told me that his father had cancer that went undetected, and that he would die in a maximum of two years, and Lex would be free."
"I thought you never thought of saving him," said Death.
"In the future, we might be enemies of each other, but right now, we're all kids and we don't know each other," Carr said. "I can't convict him of 'possible' crimes because anyone is sinner'."
He paused, but still admitted: "But I was... afraid of him. At that time, I had many ways to deal with it, and my fear made me choose the one that left no trace."
on the sidelines.
He had stayed away when Lex was suffering, and it was the same now.Carl knew that his young self was hiding in an apartment a few kilometers away, staring at Lex.Luther, prepare to take him away when he is too injured or unable to hold on, and heal him.
Maybe he could comfort and persuade Lex if he needed to, but even young Carl knew that Lex didn't need that.
No, maybe there is.
But how will the young Karl overcome the fear in his heart and face the enemy who has hated him all his life and really killed him?
So he just watched everything that happened not far away, watching Lex writhing and convulsing in pain, watching how he stood up tremblingly and returned to the room after every insult and beating.
"I was so timid," Carl said. "I didn't know what would happen if I looked too hard."
"So," Death politely made himself sound less interested, "you love him because you went through all this with him when he didn't know?"
"Hey," Carl said, "my memory hasn't gotten that far yet!"
"But you already feel it," said Death. "Memories are lost, but feelings are not."
"I don't know, are you really someone who can talk about your emotional experience? You can't even figure out your own feelings, and your love is too scary for the living." Carl changed the subject .
The god of death asked: "isn't his love terrible to you?"
Carl thought for a moment.
He watched as Lex struggled to stand upright, walked slowly towards the stairs, held on to the handrail of the stairs, and walked step by step, even if there was no one in the room, he had to pretend to be nonchalant.
"That's how I first saw him," said Carl, "and that's when I loved him. Not for any other reason, not because of his cruelty and cruelty and tyranny, but because he tenacity, perseverance and wisdom.”
He knows a lot of people think he's in love with Lex because the two of them are opposites while having certain things in common...a lot of times Lex thinks so himself, but for Carl, those things, or those things that are completely opposite Neither is the reason for him to love Lex.
Can't deny that those things were the reason he and Lex got so entangled, but that wasn't why he loved Lex in the first place.
"Lexie is not a 'bad guy', a villain who always wants to manipulate, order, and torture. I'm not going to excuse him, of course he does, and at times, condescendingly appreciates the horrors he has created , but he doesn’t enjoy it—pain, chaos, and sorrow.” Carr said, “What makes him happy is ‘power,’ and the consequences of power, whether good or bad, he doesn’t care much about. "
"People who are obsessed with power are sad at the same time...power is illusory, and power itself can't bring them anything."
Lex was perfectly capable of relying on the pleasures and displeasures that self-balancing powers brought him.
If there is no Superman.
"I am incomprehensible to him. Any scientist or intelligent person can't bear this kind of existence. On the other hand, I have an absolute advantage to him, and powerists can't bear it either. That. In the end, I totally knocked his balance out of himself—because before I showed up, he thought his life was perfect."
"And he thinks I'm more perfect than him."
Just like Lex studied him day and night, why didn't he study Lex painstakingly?
It's just that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach the core that could really change everything.
Lex's back disappeared at the end of the stairs, and Carl began to lose interest.
His memory was still very scattered, but those familiar feelings came back, and he could tell what kind of games and kisses there were between him and Lex just by relying on those complicated emotions.He knew they were equally hard on both.
It was so annoying, Carl couldn't help thinking, why such a painful love?Why should he fall in love with someone who is always causing him pain?Before this, he had never felt that his view of feelings would be so reckless. He always thought that he was the kind of person who was very decisive in love and hate, and would not change what he decided.
Maybe he really was who he imagined he was.
So he decided to love Lux, and he continued to love.
"I think I might still have some kind of expectation for him," Carr said, "that he'd be..."
He did not go on.
In the funeral procession, Diana and Green Lantern walked at the forefront.
They carried the coffin on their shoulders, and the insignificant weight made them cautious because it belonged to Superman.Everyone who carried the coffin walked steadily, while those who did not carry the coffin walked behind the coffin-bearers, following silently.
More and more people joined the following team.
As the coffin moved forward, people kept withdrawing from the team, and people kept adding in. It seems that few people are particularly obsessed with this matter. Most people just do what they can: when they have strength, they will Walk slowly with the team, and when they run out of strength, they stop slowly.
The army nervously maintains order, but order is fine without them.
No one cut in line, no one was too fast or too slow, if someone fell down, a superhuman would appear out of nowhere immediately and help the fallen person to the side of the road.
Some people were sad, some were crying out of breath, some had red eyes, and some were calm and emotionless - no matter what the expression was, everyone looked very serious.
I don't know how long the silence lasted.
Until a group of immature voices broke the silence.
"Superman! Superman!"
"Goodbye Superman!"
"Superman go all the way!"
"You're a good man! You're going to heaven!"
It turned out to be a group of children who looked to be only five or six years old and were led by the teacher to stand by the roadside. Of course, it was impossible for them to come and guard the roadside early in the morning. Obviously, their age advantage gave them courtesy and preferential treatment. People on the side of the road give up their places.
Now this group of well-dressed children are desperately waving two or three lilies tied together in their hands (it seems to be a bouquet purchased together), calling out Superman's name and saying blessings.
Their teacher was standing by the side of the road. It was a young woman, also holding a bouquet of lilies in her hand, with tears in her eyes, and her face flushed with embarrassment when everyone looked at her.
But she bravely raised the bouquet in her hand and shouted:
"Farewell, Superman!"
Her voice started a wave of farewells and cheers.
When the team arrived at their destination, it was exactly eight o'clock in the evening, the time when the funeral was supposed to start.The funeral procession placed the coffin on the pre-prepared lifting platform—after the routine speeches and farewells, the superman's coffin will be directly sealed deep in the soil, and above the grave, a huge coffin will be built Monuments for people to commemorate and pay tribute to.
Lex was still sitting in the car, motionless.
He didn't move, and Moxi didn't dare to urge him. She could only watch helplessly as the scheduled speech time approached. She felt a chill on her neck, like a knife pointing at her. on the aorta...
Who the hell knows what her boss is thinking.
The opportunity to give a speech at the funeral was obtained by the boss through all means. This is indeed a unparalleled honor in the world, but it is entirely possible for Lex to give up suddenly when a thought arises.
But Mercy thought that was unlikely to happen. It was Superman's funeral.
Sure enough, when the time scale was approaching an integer, Lex opened the car door.
He walked down with a bouquet of extremely delicate red roses.
This is the time of the day.
Every pair of eyes that could still see was looking at Lex.Luther, every camera is aimed at Lex.Luther, his every move, every word and deed will be analyzed countless times under a magnifying glass, and in such a dead silence, Lex walked to Superman's coffin and put down the red rose in his hand.
He was still in the mood to adjust the angle of the roses, as if this would make them more beautiful.
Moxi wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.
Boss, boss... What's the use of those red roses being so beautiful, boss?The person you want to send the red rose to can't see it at all.
The only people who can see those red roses are ordinary people who don't understand the cause and effect at all, or friends of Superman who have a little understanding of the cause and effect.
Lex stood in front of Superman's coffin, silent, as if he stopped to admire for a while-this appreciation can be understood in many ways-before people had a chance to analyze him, Lex walked up to the podium.