American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 29 Jonathan the Rubber Guy, and the Chevrolet That Came to the Door Again (Please Read On)

The October wind carried the fragrance of wheat across the farm, and golden wheat waves rolled to the horizon.

The calendar hanging under the porch has turned to the last page, which is densely marked with the countdown to the autumn harvest.

But Dio and Clarke were not at the farm.

Two weeks after school started, both teenagers went to study in a small town.

Just stay.
"Ugh"

"Ugh"

Two farmers were sighing in front of the rebuilt barn.

Jonathan scratched the back of his head, and bits of grass fell through his matted hair.

Locke stared at the gleaming oil stains on the wrench, wondering what he was thinking.

"You speak first?"

"No, you say it first."

The two looked at each other and suddenly said in unison:

"Clark's birthday!"

"Dio's birthday!"

Black smoke billowed, and Jonathan's tractor made a "puff" sound, as if he was amused by this coincidence.

Shaking his head, Locke pulled a crumpled list from under the toolbox.

At the top, circled in red, was a date:
Harvest Day.

Yes, that day was payday.

It is not only a day to harvest crops, but also a day to harvest two gifts from heaven.

"Actually, Martha has been talking about it since August."

Jonathan pulled out a copy of "The Complete Guide to Children's Party Planning." "She said this year is Clark and Dio's eighth birthday, so it has to be something grand."

“She says that every year.”

Locke couldn't help but smile, and then took out a small notebook from his pocket.

On it is Dior's flamboyant handwriting:

【Birthday Wish List】

1. The gift cannot be repeated with the previous one.

2. Be thoughtful.

3. Be sure to be attentive!

It's true that the older you get, the harder it is to please.

"This boy"

"Ugh"

"Locke, actually my private money was discovered by Martha some time ago."

Jonathan said with a sad face, "My pocket money is not enough anymore."

"Didn't Martha just give it to you half a month ago?" Locke frowned.

He wondered if Jonathan had developed some bad habit.

"Don't get me wrong." Jonathan coughed and said, "You know, no man can resist that."

"Which one?" Locke was surprised.

Isn't it just a simple bad habit?!

"Some time ago." Jonathan suddenly lowered his voice. After looking around to make sure Martha wasn't nearby, he pulled a toy store flyer from his trouser pocket mysteriously. "That robot animation from that island country."

Locke's brows relaxed: "Is it Gundam?"

"Sh-!"

Jonathan hurriedly covered Locke's mouth, "Keep your voice down! Martha still thinks I bought tractor parts."

The sun shines on the flyer, revealing a picture—[PG Perfect Gundam Limited Edition]

The few zeros that followed made Locke gasp.

"you"

Locke's voice trembled a little. "You used all your pocket money this month to buy two big plastic toys?"

Superman's adoptive father, 41-year-old Jonathan Kent became a plastic man.

What am I dreaming about?

Hearing this, Jonathan blushed:
"What do you mean by plastic toys? This is a man's romance! And this one is made of alloy!"

He took out a second flyer and showed the half-assembled model inside. "Look at this joint linkage, this detail."

In the shadows.

Two middle-aged men were staring at the flyer head to head, as if they were doing some illegal transaction.

Locke's Adam's apple rolled.

The 1/60 alloy frame in the photo glows coldly under the light, so precise that it's hard to look away.

He admits.

I am also a little moved.

"So," Locke said faintly, "give me one?"

"no!"

Jonathan stuffed the flyer back into his pocket as if he had been electrocuted. "I want to get both of these! One in the original color, and the other one, I'll tell the toy store owner, I can make a battle-damaged version."

Locke sneered and slowly took out Dio's wish list and shook it:
"Then let's see what you're going to give Clark as a gift." "You bastard!"

Jonathan's face turned the color of liver.

Trembling, he opened the secret compartment under the tractor seat.

Inside lay two unopened model boxes with pointed corners, and the mecha on the cover sparkled in the sunlight.

The air froze for three seconds.

"brother!"

Jonathan suddenly yelled and slammed one of the boxes into Locke's arms, "Take it and fight!"

The sunlight cast his shadow on the barn wall, like an ear of wheat bent by the weight of life.

Sighing, he then extended a hand to Locke.

Signal him to take it out.

"Who makes us brothers?"

Locke smiled mysteriously: "I have secretly prepared a big gift for you to give to Clark and Dio."

He brought Jonathan to a piece of oilcloth and peeled it off with a flip of his hand.

Inside is a mini tractor made from a children's toy car?!

"I pieced it together out of scrap harvester parts."

Locke rubbed his hands proudly, "Dio definitely doesn't know!"

"cool!"

With a smile on his face, Jonathan whistled and walked behind the tractor, "Brother, I'll take him away then."

"random."

"Remember to fight Dio 1:1, or else you'll be scolded by him."

Locke shrugged and motioned for Jonathan to take the semi-finished product next to him away.

"Okay, okay. I think those two little guys will be very happy."

Humming a tuneless tune, Jonathan happily pushed the mini tractor away, and also used the tractor to tow the cart loaded with parts.

The setting sun stretched his shadow very long, like a big bear that had stolen some honey.

and so…

My brother Jonathan.

When did you become like this?
Locke sighed.

He still remembered that when he came here to stay at the age of twelve, Jonathan's requirements were very strict.

You can't eat midnight snacks, you have to go to bed before nine o'clock, watch TV for no more than two hours a day, and even going out has certain time limits.

He looks like a strict father. How come he has become like this now?
To be honest, compared to his own childhood, Locke now envied Clark a little.

At that time, he had to rebel against Jonathan several times before he was able to gain some freedom and power.

so.
"Sorry, bro."

He chuckled and patted the model box.

"I'll return it to you after I've put it together."

With a sly smile on his lips, Locke squatted down and hid the limited edition Gundam under the scaffolding, then turned and walked to the corner of the barn.

There was also a piece of oil-stained canvas covering it.

"Wow~"

Two shiny metal boxes appeared under the canvas.

Two gold-stamped logos gleamed in the twilight.

That's right, that mini tractor was just a scrapped design that Locke made using Star Platinum.

His real gift wasn't that.

"hiss"

Locke touched his chest distressedly.

These two astronomical telescopes cost him a lot of his savings, and he also had to rely on Anthony's favor to bring them back from the UK.

Dad is very attentive this time!

It is said to be something from the Royal Academy of Sciences?
Forget it
Anyway, those two guys should be happy.
"Thorn--!"

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the harsh sound of tires rubbing against each other.

Locke reflexively covered the canvas and glanced at the clock on the barn wall.

——4:23 p.m.

“This time.”

It will take at least half an hour before the school bus arrives.

Moreover, he could recognize the engine sound of that old school bus with his eyes closed. It was definitely not the muffled sound of today's high-end engines.

Locke narrowed his eyes, wiped his hands casually on his overalls, and walked out of the barn.

He raised his hand to cover his brow, and the platinum telescope led him to gaze into the distance.

A Chevrolet was trembling like a lame old ox as it rolled over the potholes in the dirt road.

This full-size SUV, which should have been majestic, was now like a drunk, swaying left and right to avoid the protruding rocks on the road, and the paint was stained with mud splashed from somewhere.

Two months later.

They came after all.

(End of this chapter)