The lawnmower was in the middle, already rusty, looking like it couldn't be fixed.
"Hmm, Mom has already sorted these things out. Mom said she's going to give the usable ones to the neighbors in a couple of days because she doesn't need them herself anymore."
Rachel was quickly diverted by Eric, and she said to him with some sadness, "Mom said that when Dad was still here, he could do a lot of farm work, and even though managing such a large farm was a bit tough, he could barely keep it going. You and Clark often helped out; one person could do the work of many cowboys. But after Dad passed away, everything changed."
Rachel could really understand her mother's sorrow. "Mom said she couldn't manage the farm by herself anymore, so she had to scale down, and these things became unnecessary."
"Brother."
Blinking her pained eyes, Rachel asked Eric, "Brother, Mom said Dad originally wanted you and Clark to inherit the farm, is that true?"
Eric paused, then walked over to Rachel, reached out, and gently stroked her soft hair, saying,
"No, that was Dad's father, which is your grandfather, who wanted Dad to inherit the farm. But he gave up his chance at university. Dad was a very good quarterback on the football team; he originally had the chance to become a very impressive person in college.
When Clark and I were about to go to university, Dad believed that our future shouldn't be on a small farm, so he insisted on disagreeing with the proposal for Clark and me to inherit the farm. He wanted us to go to university."
Eric said to Rachel, "So, if Dad were here, he would also agree that your future is not on a small farm either. Middle school, high school, and then university, falling in love and getting married like a normal girl, and being happy. This should be his only expectation for you."
"Is that so?"
From the time Rachel could remember, Jonathan had been lying in bed.
Her impression of her father was somewhat vague, and hearing Eric say this immediately piqued her curiosity.
"Then, Brother, do you think I'm a normal girl? Will I live my life as Dad hoped?"
She blinked her eyes and asked Eric.
"No, you're not normal."
Eric looked up at the setting sun in the distance, took a deep breath, and said to Rachel, "But I have the same idea as Dad; we both hope you'll be happy."
"I understand."
Rachel nodded like a little adult.
Then she took off her hood, met Eric's gaze, and said to her brother,
"Dad must have also wanted you to live like a normal person, but why are you doing the opposite of what Dad hoped?"
Eric hadn't expected his sister to deliver a "fatal blow" to him!
Looking at Rachel's somewhat innocent and curious face, Eric thought for a moment, ready to explain to Rachel.
Unexpectedly, Rachel suddenly smiled mischievously at him and said,
"So, I want to be like Brother; I won't be a normal girl, get married like a normal person, or be a normal person my whole life. I want to stay with Brother always, no matter what Brother wants to do, I'll be Brother's loyal little follower. Brother taught me magic, and when I was youngest, he held me to escape Trigon's pursuit. If Brother decides to go to war with this world, to go to war with Dad's 'expectations,' I will also stand on Brother's side."
Eric hadn't expected Rachel to say that, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
He knelt down and hugged Rachel.
"You're very guilty, and very lonely, Brother."
Rachel let Eric hold her.
She could feel other people's emotions, especially Eric's.
Since childhood, she had been very sensitive to Eric's emotions.
She didn't say this out loud, only to herself in her heart.
"Oh, by the way, a few days ago, I found a photo in an old drawer here. You can't give away such precious things."
Rachel suddenly pulled a photo from behind her back and handed it to Eric.
Eric looked at the photo of him and Clark together, surprised as he took it.
This should be a photo he and Clark took together a few years ago during Christmas.
At that time, their parents went to their grandfather's house as guests, and he and Clark spent an unforgettable Christmas.
That night, he also taught Clark how to fly.
Eric looked at the photo, and in an instant, many thoughts came to mind.
The room in the photo was filled with Christmas presents, and the colorful lights on the Christmas tree illuminated the room with vibrant colors. On the table were freshly baked cookies.
And Clark in the photo was smiling at the camera, while he stood to the side, looking expressionless.
Touching the photo, Eric's expression was somewhat complex.
"Brother."
Rachel suddenly asked Eric, "So I was right, weren't I? You miss Brother Clark?"
"What?"
Eric didn't hear Rachel's question at first. He looked up and saw a burning gaze in Rachel's eyes.
A cunning expression that seemed to say, 'I've seen through you, Brother.'
"No."
Eric shook his head and reached out to tap Rachel's head.
"Are you hungry? I'll take you to the Talon Club for dinner."
As soon as she heard about dinner, Rachel immediately perked up.
"To the Talon Club? Mom is there, and Aunt Neil. Aunt Neil's vegetable pizza is delicious!"
Rachel immediately turned into a little foodie.
Although her current figure and appearance make her look like a girl over twelve or thirteen years old,
her actual age is only five or six.
She is exceptionally keen on food.
"Vegetable pizza?!"
In Gotham City, in an ordinary apartment building, Clark, wearing an apron, looked at the girl in front of him in surprise.
Because of the interaction between lightning and green kryptonite, the Robin Girl in front of him—Amy—had gained some of his superpowers.
After gaining superpowers, Amy's appetite also grew, and she was hungry again shortly after finishing dinner.
Of course, this also had to do with her going out to teach those Xiao Hunhun a lesson.
After intense exercise, one always gets hungry easily.
After meeting Commissioner Gordon, the two temporarily stayed in this paid apartment, planning to return to the Secret Fortress prepared by Cyborg in a few days.
"Yeah, Clark, can't you make it?"
Amy hoped Clark would make pizza; her favorite food was pizza.
"I rarely do."
Smiling awkwardly at Amy, Clark indicated that he wasn't good at making pizza.
At home, Martha was always responsible for cooking.
Occasionally, Eric would make a Chinese dish, but ever since he said that Eric's Chinese cooking wasn't authentic and tasted very different from the Chinese street food, Eric stopped making it.
"Okay, I was just saying. As long as it's made by you, even if it's just toast, I'll like it."
Amy jumped off the sofa and said to Clark.
"Can I ask you a question, Clark?"
Watching Clark start to get busy in the kitchen, Amy walked behind him and asked.
"Uh-huh, about what?"
"You said Eric has the same birthday as you. Did you give him a birthday present?"
"Birthday present?"
Hearing Amy bring up the topic of birthdays, Clark turned around.
"Sorry, I didn't prepare one. If you hadn't reminded me, I would have even forgotten."
Clark indicated that he hadn't paid too much attention to birthdays.
He had even forgotten his own birthday.
"So that means, Clark, you still hate Eric, right?! After all, he did such outrageous things. Many people think he's a dictator. Commissioner Gordon, whom we met yesterday, thinks he's completely out of control and extremely dangerous!"
Amy continued to ask Clark.
"No, of course not!"
Clark immediately denied it.
"Eric just made a mistake. I will definitely bring him home. Do you know? When I hadn't gone to university yet, twice, not once, I became very bad, the kind of 'bad' that was even worse than Eric is now. I pushed Dad onto a car, hurting his back. I said very mean things to my friends. I ran away from home because I disliked how poor the farm was. I even robbed a bank for money."
Clark said words that left Amy dumbfounded.
"That... that's indeed very outrageous."
Amy mumbled softly.
"Later, Eric helped me. He pulled me back from the wrong path and brought me home. So my brother redeemed me twice, and I will do the same thing. So no matter what outrageous things he does, he is my brother, and I will eventually make him turn back."
Clark paused for a moment and continued, "So, how could I hate him?"
"Hmm."
Amy nodded, "I believe you will succeed."
Though what she thought in her heart was, 'I'm afraid Eric won't consider you his brother anymore.'
As the two were talking, they suddenly heard a commotion downstairs.
Clark walked to the window and pulled open the curtains.
He saw a group of people walking on the street, wearing masks, holding various signs, making noisy sounds. The chaotic crowd filled the entire street.
"This is..."
Looking at the crowd below, Amy asked Clark in surprise, "Who are they?"
"A group of protesters."
Clark said with a frown.
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