When she saw the news of the plane crash on TV, Mrs. Reynolds felt that her heart almost jumped out. Fortunately, it was reported on TV that the crashed plane was still hovering over the city. She guessed that if she saw the words "crash" at that time, she might be shocked on the spot.
Fortunately, it didn't happen in the end. Her heart went up and down like a roller coaster. It was not until the final announcement that the plane had finally made an emergency landing "under the extraordinary performance of the pilot", and her heart was honestly retracted into her chest. She sat at the dining table at home with a pale face for a while, as if she had just finished a 10,000-meter race.
Of course, the formal TV media once again never mentioned that the crashed plane was assisted by magical external forces. Even though some citizens on the street who witnessed the process insisted that they saw a person holding the plane to help it make an emergency landing, they all did not mention it. It was rebutted that the evidence was insufficient and it was not reported. Only some vague and unclear videos recorded on mobile phones spread all over the Internet rapidly, and there was a wave of "Superman is back" craze among the Internet people in the metropolis.
But that's all about it. Mr. Reynolds, who was the client, was still in shock until he returned home, and he walked in and hugged Mrs. Reynolds, who had red eyes. Then he turned to Jay and asked, "You were there at the time, didn't you? You caught the plane?"
Mr. Reynolds guessed it, but it was also expected. Jay nodded: "It's me. I was a bit... in a hurry, sorry I didn't do well enough."
Mr. Reynolds smiled happily and gave him a big hug: "Thank you, son."
Mrs. Reynolds prepared a feast for her husband's safe return. She opened a bottle of brandy and the three toasted at the table to celebrate.
After the third cup of Prynne, Mrs. Reynolds finally couldn't help but ask: "Charles, you really have to talk to us. Does this accident have anything to do with the interview you said you want to do?"
Mr. Reynolds stared at his dinner plate for a long time, then drank the wine in the glass and shook his head: "I don't know, maybe...maybe it doesn't matter."
Mrs. Reynolds shook her head and said, "You are such a terrible liar, Charles. We have been together for so many years, and I know what you look like when you lied. And do you really expect me to believe this is a coincidence? Metropolis The only airplane accident in six years. Your abnormal performance in these two days. Do you want me to believe that this is irrelevant?"
Mr. Reynolds said nothing, and poured himself a full glass of brandy.
"Let me help you, Charles." Mrs. Reynolds continued to persuade, "Let Jay help you, aren't we a family?"
"Thank you, Jane," Mr. Reynolds said wearily, "but not yet, trust me."
The atmosphere became a little dull for a while. Within a few minutes, the three of them just immersed themselves in dinner, and they didn't talk to each other again. Mr. Reynolds seemed to feel the need to break the embarrassing atmosphere, so he cheered up and took the initiative to find other topics: "It will be a prom soon? Jay, how are you preparing?"
"Very good," Jay replied casually.
"You have to find time to practice your dance steps. I think she is a great girl." Mr. Reynolds smiled, "If I were you, I would take a good opportunity."
Jay was slightly embarrassed: "I and Carla...just have a dance, I don't plan to do that yet."
"Are you sure? Because you wrote it all on your face." Mr. Reynolds said jokingly, and Jay felt it necessary to find a mirror to take a picture.
Mrs. Reynolds said dissatisfiedly: "You are the least qualified to say that, Charles. Have you ever seen yourself dancing? I can hardly find a suitable adjective to modify, I really don't understand how I was deceived by you. Up."
She sighed as she spoke, seeming to feel that her life was really worthless. Mr. Reynolds couldn't help flushing, and he defended Jay: "Don't listen to your mother's nonsense, I think I was called Elvis in high school!"
"Just you?" Mrs. Reynolds disbelieved. "Having the image of a beer belly?"
Thinking of Mr. Reynolds with a beer belly radiantly on the dance floor, Jay couldn't help laughing.
"I said that was back then!" Mr. Reynolds said loudly, "I was a strong young man then!"
Mrs. Reynolds stopped ignoring him and turned to Jay: "Don't look at what he said is mostly nonsense, but he is reasonable. Dancing is the best opportunity for you to show your charm to girls. You have to take advantage of it. ."
Jay felt that he might not be able to explain this clearly to the two of them, so he had to give up the argument and let them go. The two old guys seemed to have regarded Kara as a candidate for their daughter-in-law, and at this moment they even had a heated discussion about Jay's future without a word.
The day of the dinner.
It wasn't until he came to the scene in person that Jay really understood what Ms. Grant meant by the word "grand" when she described the dinner. A huge stadium located in the downtown area of the metropolis was completely wrapped up. When night fell, all the floor-to-ceiling windows lit up with brilliant and blurred crystal lights. The building is like a villa separated from the feasting city in the middle of the city, all walls are covered with solid granite. The high arches will support the luxurious welcoming passage, and waiters with professional smiles stand on both sides of the passage to welcome all guests.
It was the first time that Jay had attended such an occasion together. He inevitably felt a little nervous when he stepped into the hall that was resplendent by the light of the crystal lamp. Guests in suits and dresses came one after another from the gate, and their words and deeds showed the elegance and confidence of the upper class, creating a unique atmosphere for the dinner.
Jay brought Mr. Reynolds's beloved SLR camera. When Mr. Reynolds took the baby home, he showed off for a while, bragging about how high the pixels of this camera are and how complete the hand control function is. However, Jay knows that this thing is not really high-end goods. Mr. Perry from the Planet Daily took him to take a photo with a few big people who he could not name, and told him to remember that after washing the photos next week, he went to chat with the people in the metropolis. .
Jay met Ms. Grant and Cara in the cafeteria. Ms. Grant seemed to be in a very good mood, and proactively greeted him: "Looking very energetic. Well, I know that I always look at people accurately."
"Ms. Grant, Carla." Jay greeted with a smile, "I'm looking for you."
"I heard about Charles. I'm so sorry that such an accident happened." Ms. Grant asked. "How is he?"
"Thanks for your concern," Jay said politely. "He's fine, but he just needs time to rest."
Ms. Grant nodded: "That's good. Poor Charles, he is a good man and was a good reporter. It is a pity that years have smoothed his edges. But you can hardly blame him for this, because most people are like this. As a person gets older, he will have more and more worries..."
When she said this, she shook her head, stopped there, and said, "It's time for dancing in a while. I have to go and say hello to Mr. Felos. Carla, tomorrow's itinerary, and arrangements for the return trip... ..."
"Yes, you must be ready by tomorrow." Carla nodded and said.
Ms. Grant went there with satisfaction, leaving only the two of them.
Jay thinks they should have a lot to talk about, but he doesn't know where to start. Cara is dressed pretty today, with a sky-blue skirt, silk shirt, and soft blond hair hanging neatly behind her, wearing almost transparent crystal high heels. The only flaw is that she is still stubbornly wearing those silly glasses, which slightly ruined the overall sense.
"You look...really beautiful today." Jay said, hoping it would open up the conversation.
"Thank you." Kara said, and Jay realized that she looked nervous, too. "You look good too."
"You are also the first time?" Jay asked, "Dancing?"
"Um... not strictly speaking." Kara pursed his lips and smiled. "I attended a prom in Krypton, but it was very different from here."
Jay also smiled: "Yeah, I can imagine."
The banquet quickly entered the next stage. The two sides of the circular structure on the second floor opened the curtain at the same time, revealing the band seated in a symmetrical position behind, and the loud overture resounded throughout the venue. The guests found their dancing partners one after another, went out in pairs and danced to the melodious music.
Jay quickly put the tension behind him and enjoyed the dance with all his heart. He could see that Kara was the same. They didn't go through any rehearsal beforehand, even only met for a few days, but they cooperated very well. The movements of each of their shots have a pattern, and they are as precise as they have been tried. Kara's sky blue dance skirt rotates with the music, like a blooming orchid.
"You also said that you can't dance." Jay took her hand and laughed and teased.
"I really won't be before this." Kara said, "Just learned these two days, you can't believe how nervous I am."
"You did a great job," Jay said.
The two jumped for a while, and he asked again: "By the way, you disappeared suddenly for so long that day. Did Ms. Grant say anything to you after returning?"
Hearing him mention it, Carla seemed to think of some extremely depressing experience, and sighed: "You should have seen her at the time. Compared to the devil, she has no horns on her head."
Jay haha laughed: "But she still didn't fire you, did she?"
"...No."
"I think, that means she values you." Jay smiled. "I think she is optimistic about you, maybe she sees a young self in you."
"Look at me? Seriously?" Carla turned around with the support of Jay's right hand. "Do you think this is how she expresses it?"
Jay shrugged: "I don't know, humans are sometimes complicated. But Ms. Grant, although she is often fierce, I don't think she is a bad person. Maybe she is really doing you good, she wants you Be able to grow alone."
"Um... maybe it's possible." Kara thoughtfully, "she really kept pushing me tight."
"I heard what she just said." Jay smiled. "Itinerary, huh? It looks like you are still a bit busy."
"Tell you a secret," Kara said with a smile, "Actually I can get it done soon. Super speed, you know."
"Hey, you are cheating. But does that mean you have no other arrangements for the night?"
Kara reminded: "You mean, after the banquet is over? Ms. Grant said I can leave the venue on my own after all the activities are over, but...don't you think it's too late?"
"Late? Are you kidding?" Jay smiled. "Isn't the night just beginning then?"
Kara also chuckled lightly.
"Since you want to say that, well, I have no other arrangements...unless you have."