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Chapter 54 Returning Home, Foster Parents Mr. and Mrs. Kent!
Kent Farm, Smallville, Kansas
Wheat swaying in the wind creates a lush landscape on the land; farming is an enduring theme of human civilization.

Since the old man surnamed Sun passed away, the Sun family farm next door had been taken over by Zheng Shu.

But when Carrot came of age, he bought him back and incorporated him into Kent Farm.

Unlike the nights in Gotham, which are filled with the mysterious darkness of a sinister virus, the nights here are different.

It can't compare to the daytime in New York, with its dazzling array of sights and bustling urban vibrancy.

This small town is very ordinary, even backward and poor, but this endless expanse of golden grains is the only pure land in Carrot El's heart.

Here, he also has another name.

In the pure white farmhouse courtyard, the barking of chickens and dogs could be heard. A small white mongrel, sniffing around, suddenly raised its head and looked around.

"Wang! Wang!"

On the kitchen table, next to two plates of croissants, there is always a sweet roasted corn. They remember that roasted corn was Clark's favorite food when he was a child.

As always, after finishing his farm work, Jonathan parked the tractor in the barn, took off his straw hat, and went inside.

As dusk approached, Martha prepared a lavish dinner for him, and watching him wipe his sweat, she grumbled:
“You don’t need to work so late every time. The money our son sends is enough for us to live comfortably for the rest of our lives.”

However, upon hearing this, Martha's eyes dimmed, and her hand, which was wiping the table with a rag, suddenly stopped.

“I know, but we’re not so old that we need to spend our son’s money.”

Jonathan gave a casual reply, picked up the tea on the table, and took a sip.
"You know what it means when the Kent boy finally learns how to make money."

"It means we're all getting old, and it's time for him to take over the farm from us."

Martha smiled; the hot weather prompted her to turn on the air conditioner, and she chuckled.
“Old Sun’s farm has been his for five years.”

"Are you planning to leave your farm to someone else?"

Jonathan paused, his expression somewhat strange, and muttered something under his breath:
“I don’t want to die so young. I want to see Clark get married and have children, and even watch my grandchildren grow up.”

The two sat down at the table. Martha placed a plate of croissants next to Jonathan, then started slicing ham. Upon hearing this, she rolled her eyes at him.
"You're dreaming. If it weren't for you, Clark wouldn't have left."

Hearing this, no matter how many times the two had argued about this, Jonathan Kent's hand, which was holding a knife and fork, would always pause slightly, and he would sigh in a low voice:

“I’m sorry, Martha, but you have to understand that the world isn’t ready to accept him, to accept our child.”

“You saw the reaction of those neighbors five years ago. They weren’t grateful for whether Clark saved them or not. They were just fearful, instinctively fearful.”

Jonathan Kent's face was filled with helplessness and heartache as he said this.

Seeing this, Martha sighed slightly, went to the kitchen and took out the fresh milk that had just been poured from the microwave, but her eyes remained fixed on the skewer of grilled corn.

Finally, Martha leaned against the doorframe and sighed wearily and heartbrokenly:
“I know, and I understand you, Jonathan.”

“From childhood to adulthood, we have conducted many surveys, from schools, communities, and extracurricular classes.”

"Which time wasn't I on tenterhooks?"

“I’m not saying this to blame you. I understand that our son deserves a better future.”

"I am"

Martha suddenly choked up, forcing back tears as she stroked the photo frames scattered throughout the house: "I just miss him a little."

He was only this big when he left me.

“He’s suffered so much alone in the big city, and it’s all our fault for not protecting him.” Upon seeing this, Jonathan Kent immediately put down the food he was holding, hugged his wife Martha, and gently patted his back.

"Alright, alright, he's already started sending money home, nothing will happen."

“You said it yourself, he’s grown up now, and that money is enough for us to live on for the rest of our lives.”

Martha, nestled in his arms, sobbed:
"Come on, you dare say you never think about him?"

"Don't think I don't know, your smoking habit has gotten worse ever since Clark left."

Jonathan Kent gently patted Martha on the shoulder and sighed:

"Yes, how could I not want to?"

"He was the whole meaning of my life, but it's ridiculous that I kept telling him to mind his own business, but I did it myself."

Jonathan Kent paused, deeply regretting his impulsive act of rushing to save people that day:
"But I charged into the storm."

"This also led to his having to leave."

"I believe that one day the world will see these things, and if anything happens to him then, it will be because I failed to protect him."

The two embraced in silence, like two elderly people living alone, each expressing their longing for their son.

Then a voice, so familiar it was almost unbearable, came along with the barking of a dog at the door, followed by the sound of a key turning in the lock, revealing a grown-up figure:

"But if anything happens to you on that day, then it will be my unforgivable mistake."

Soft words, replacing the longing that has endured many vicissitudes, as students who have been away from home for several years, their shoulders now bearing the marks of youth, finally stand before their parents once more.

Jonathan and Martha were shocked when the person who opened their door with the key froze for three seconds before tears welled up in their eyes.

Dressed casually, Carrot slowly put down the bags he was carrying, gently opened his arms, and his voice also carried a subtle undercurrent:

"I'm back, Father, Mother."

"Clark!"

Martha stared wide-eyed in disbelief, then rushed forward and hugged him excitedly.

What a familiar voice, what a familiar figure.
Even though he has grown up and his appearance has matured, as parents, we may be surprised by his growth, but we will never forget who he is.

“Oh my goodness, you’ve grown so much, my child.”

"Is it you? Am I dreaming? You're back."

Carrot El embraced Martha, reaching out to gently smooth her hair, a smile spreading across his face.

"This isn't a dream, Mom, I'm back."

In contrast to Martha's undisguised excitement, Jonathan quickly turned away, hastily wiping away tears from the corners of his eyes. Then, without changing his expression, he turned back, walked to Carrot's side, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Have you eaten? Your mother prepared your favorite roasted corn."

Carrot Al scratched his head, his throat tightening for a moment. He naturally saw Jonathan turn away to wipe his tears:

"Of course, I can eat anytime, Dad, especially at home."

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