Chapter 13: Tramp

Mr. Reynolds suddenly said in the afternoon that there was an interview to run, and hurriedly left the Planet Daily, before leaving, he explained to Jay that if he did not return from get off work, he would not have to wait for him. So Jay tidied up and left the newspaper office, ending his first day of internship.

It was already evening, and there was a hint of sunset in the sky. The sun gradually disappeared into the clouds and disappeared. The remaining sunlight dyed the clouds the color of fire. Jay walked out of the building, only to feel that the whole street was warmed by the sun, and he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

He was carrying a briefcase, walking happily on the way home, his mind started to think wildly, but he couldn't leave Cara's shadow unconsciously. For six full years, he always felt that there was a wall separating him from all other normal people. Most people who knew him felt that he was withdrawn. It was just because he was too good. That's difficult to get along with.

Every time when school is over, when other students are walking in groups and groups, they can see Jay walking alone on the road from a distance. His tall figure is projected by the sun for a long and long time, and he can't help but point. Pointing, feel that the back figure is such a tall and distant existence for them, inaccessible but can only look up. But they didn't know that for Jay, those teams that can accompany each other and make some low-level jokes every day make him envious.

The appearance of Kara Kent made him truly feel for the first time in six years that I am not alone. He can't wait to talk to her. He still has a lot of questions about how she handles her double life and how to integrate into ordinary people.

But how do you explain it to her? Float to her window in the middle of the night and tell her that I am actually a Kryptonian too?

Well, that sounds stupid, and he isn't even sure if he is a Kryptonian.

As he was thinking about it, an almost inaudible commotion came into his ears. Some seemingly messy shouts, sobbing, and beating noises of children came on a breeze. It sounds like it is at least one street away, and it might not be possible to capture it if it weren't for super hearing.

Jay paused, hesitated for a moment, and decided to follow the sound.

It was in a remote and uninhabited corner of Central Park, and the scene that came into view was almost the same as Jay's imagination. A group of older and stronger children pushed a little boy in black to the ground, fisted together, and at the same time murmured vaguely. The little boy in black clothes held his head helplessly and let the other side bully him, without even the slightest intention of resisting.

Annoying situations, but not uncommon.

But now that he had seen it all, Jay felt he couldn't just ignore it. He stepped forward and sternly stopped these evil acts, and guarded the poor little boy. The little boy shrank behind his back with his big watery eyes. Those evil young men were also quite jealous. They didn't move forward, but instead gave up the cruel words of "you wait for me" to the boy and left one after another.

Jay turned around, pressed the boy's forehead with a smile, and said, "Okay, you are all right now."

The little boy widened his eyes, said nothing, but kept sobbing. He looked terrified. Jay led him to the opposite street outside the park to buy him a cup of hot cocoa. The boy barely stopped crying now, but he didn't say a word, including a "thank you" until the two separated.

When Jay watched the little boy's back holding the hot drink cup, a voice rang from behind him: "So, you are really a good person."

The voice was cold and deep, with a weird pitch reminiscent of a broken string. He turned around and found a sloppy tramp in a dark corner. His unkempt, messy hairstyle looked like a chicken coop, and a pair of jeans that he had found in the trash pile was covered with patches. He almost merged into a part of this dark and dirty corner, he didn't open Jay and didn't even realize his existence.

"You must feel good now," said the tramp. "Do you feel like a hero?"

Jay frowned slightly: "I just did what was supposed to be done. I happened to pass by and saw a good deed that I only need to raise my hand. I have the ability to prevent this kid from being bullied, so I can't stand by. So simple."

"Huh, it's really that simple." The homeless man hummed, "If there is such a simple thing in this hell world."

Jay thinks this scruffy guy is simply inexplicable, maybe he shouldn't waste time entangled with him, but subconsciously he just feels that he should argue with him for no reason. He dissatisfied: "It sounds like you watched the whole time. You can obviously prevent that child from getting more beatings, but you just sit in your little side and watch the play?"

"Because that is meaningless, and it's not a help to the kid." The tramp said lightly, "You drove them away today, and they will come back tomorrow, maybe even if you were upset by you today. Together, beat him harder."

"You mean what I did is meaningless?"

"Worse. You gave the kid a false hope, and it will only make him fall worse next time."

Jay felt a little annoyed. He felt that the tramp was arguing, but he couldn't tell what was wrong with his statement. He couldn't help but shook his head and said, "You are too pessimistic."

"And you are too optimistic." The tramp said, paused, and said, "Reminds me of an old friend."

"Then he must be a good person."

The tramp was silent for a moment, and Jay rarely saw a faint sadness in his muddy eyes, like an old man who had gone through vicissitudes of life.

"It was," he said, "much better than me, but he is dead."

Jay was stunned, he suddenly felt that there must be a lot of stories behind this tramp.

"I'm sorry," he said.

The tramp shook his head, closed his eyes, and seemed determined to stop talking.

What an inexplicable guy.

Jay thought so, and left without paying attention. The tramp sat in the corner staring at his back intently, his eyes flickering until he disappeared at the end of the street without a trace.