Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

Later, Jianhan and I often skipped classes, or secretly went to the back mountain to chat with Lightning Stranger during the holidays. Sister Xinxin and Sister Keluo sometimes went together, but their enthusiasm for chasing heroes was not as enthusiastic as ours. Boys, they only consider the journey to the back mountain as a hiking outing, not a fanatical star-chasing activity. "Idiot, this is not about boys and girls." Jian Han said. "Otherwise?" I asked back. We were throwing pebbles and talking nonsense. "Sister Xinxin actually doesn't believe that there are heroes in this world. When her parents were killed, where were the heroes in the city? She didn't say anything, but she has no interest in heroes at all. Heroes should not just be people with superpowers , They should come forward in time," Jianhan said.

"That's right." I admitted, "Sister Keluo's hero is actually the most obvious. She is the sister Xinxin who carried her from the snowstorm to the orphanage." Jian Han nodded and said, "One of them doesn't believe in heroes, and the other has already found their own heroes. And we boys are the most vulnerable, ha, our definition of heroes is always relatively simple." As we talked, we walked along the small river and saw the abandoned tin factory. There were a few wild dogs following us along the way, and there were more and more, but Jian Han and I were no longer afraid, because they seemed to have some kind of instructions to keep us out of the intruders, they just followed, followed, followed , Sometimes Jianhan and I would tear a few slices of bread for them to eat.I know it's all Aristotle's order.Every time I see it glance at us with disdainful eyes, I will feel a scalp tingle.

Aristotle may be stronger than a lion, although it never tries to prove it. When we walked into the abandoned factory, Aristotle raised his head and glanced at us. Jianhan and I couldn't help but take a step back, its nose snorted disdainfully, and then turned its head to the other side. "You guys are here, just eat some noodles with me!" The Lightning Stranger pointed to the pot on the ground that was held by the warm fire.He still rolled his trousers up to his knees, and kept digging at the soles of his feet with his right hand. "Okay, today we want to hear the love story between you and that female reporter!" Jian Han smiled, squatting on the ground with me, picking up the chopsticks to fiddle with the noodles in the pot.

Aristotle stood up, walked away, and before he left, he farted in my face. A whole afternoon is often passed like this. If we are lucky, we will not only hear old stories, but also see gorgeous stunts that have not been modified by computer special effects. Lightning Hundred Man Fist, Ten-zhang Piercing Kick, Shower Hidden, Electromagnetic Retrieval, Thunder Roaring to the Sky. Although these stunts are far from what we imagined, we can all understand that the years have not only left traces on an old hero, but also taken away something. The Lightning Hundred Man Fist shrank into a Lightning Five Man Fist, and it could only last for three seconds.

Shizhang Pokong kick is not only not Shizhang, but also not Pokong. The sudden rain is sudden, but it is not good. Electromagnetic fetching is still flexible, but things often float and float in mid-air and then fall by themselves. The thunder roared into the sky, very loudly, but it was not as powerful as the trembling and trembling words in the manga grid, nor did it soar into the sky. Jian Han and I always applaud because these stunts have aged and become more human with Flash Stranger than just ruthless killing tricks, knockouts, knockouts.There were no enemies, just us two loyal viewers, so these stunts became a memory, an emotion.

At that time, I often wondered whether Sonic Man would be like the Lightning Stranger when he was old, not caring about his own image hiding in a corner without a place name, using the stories in his mouth and performances that were short of breath to get through the rest of the day. The twilight years of the next. Perhaps, this is the inevitable twilight of a hero?I mean, if he didn't die in battle. But what about The Flash's family?Was it that he never had one, or that a hero should never have family ties?I dare not ask, nor do I want to.I myself don't like people asking questions about my life experience, etc. If the Lightning Stranger is willing, he will naturally say it, won't he?

"Thank you, we had a great time today!" I said.The noodles have already been eaten. The Lightning Man always sat, waved his hands, bent over old-fashioned, and said goodbye to us with a shy smile.