The Time Controller of American Comics

The farm is very quiet at night. The three-story red brick building with square corners is surrounded by an iron fence. Every year, the dark corners of the building are covered with green moss. The boss who is responsible for guarding the farm every night is Mr. Huang Dog. It was digging holes everywhere in the empty courtyard.

The state of Nebraska in the United States is famous for being rich in corn. "One area of ​​water and soil supports one person." Crops depend on a suitable environment for survival. Therefore, there are piles of corn stalks piled in the open space of Jonathan's farm. In the cold winter, the corn stalks are stuffed into the ground. Heating in the fireplace, floor heating, which was more common in the United States at this time, was not yet mature.

The boys on the farm are not afraid of bugs. In the summer, they will always grab the big green bugs and tease the girls.

This made the infant Jonathan shake his head speechlessly. These boys are so childish.

"Jonathan, it's time to feed."

Jonathan's mother, Ms. Emma, ​​estimated to only have a memory of ten minutes. Jonathan still remembered that she had force-fed him with a bottle ten minutes ago, and she choked and coughed.

Not to mention his current physical condition, if he spoke, he would be treated as a monster, but Jonathan could only push him away with his chubby little hands.

The baby is feeling miserable, but the baby just can’t say it

"Jonathan, why are you born different from other people's children? You don't cry when you're sleepy, you don't cry when you're hungry, and you don't cry when you poop. I really don't know how I can take care of you when you're like this."

Ms. Emma heard gossip from farm workers more than once, "The Greene boy is a retard. He has never cried since he was born, and he has not cried once for several months. How can a child with no brain problems be like this?" Is this abnormal?” Words like this have been circulating among the workers.

Ms. Emma didn't want to doubt, but she had to be shaken.

Is my child really born with an incompletely developed brain? Is he really born with a mental retard?

But what does it matter if he is mentally retarded? He is my child, a piece of flesh that fell from my body. If he can't take care of himself for the rest of his life, it doesn't matter if I take care of him for the rest of his life.

"Mother's love" makes no difference whether black, white, yellow, or even human or animal.

What's more, the only people in this family are my grandfather, who lost his wife to lung cancer at an early age, and Ms. Emma, ​​who is still single because she was abandoned by a scumbag. The only one left in this family is Jonathan, who was just eight months old. This family is already incomplete, and every family member, whether old, weak, sick or disabled, is vital.

Ms. Emma caressed Jonathan's cheek, tears could not help but flash down the fair cheek that still had charm, leaving a tear trail.

"Jonathan, it would be great if you could tell me that you are not a retard."

Jonathan is not a holy mother. He is also very selfish. He only wants to care about those who truly care about him, and he only wants to protect those who truly care about him.

What's more, if you really let yourself pretend to be a baby, spend a few years learning to speak, understand everything that exists in the world, and spend a few years learning to crawl and walk, then for Jonathan, an adult, it will really be A punishment worse than death.

Sorry, my acting skills are not that perfect

Cold tears fell on Jonathan's young cheeks. Jonathan looked at his mother in this life, a mother who was destined to raise his "child" from childhood to adulthood, a mother who was destined to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the entire farm, and even more so. She is a mother who sacrificed a lot for her to be born in this world.

"Are you mentally retarded?" At this moment, I will tell you the answer to this question.

Jonathan looked at Ms. Emma and shook his little head speciously.

Such an answer would not make her too surprised, but would also ignite a glimmer of hope in her heart.

"Jonathan, are you shaking your head?" Ms. Emma seemed to have found hope. The urgency in her heart made her seem to have lost the reason that a normal person has. At this moment, she looked at Jonathan very seriously and asked something that even later made her feel incredible. She crossed Jonathan's little head: "Jonathan, if you mean that you are not a retard, then just click Head tell me"

Without hesitation, Jonathan shook his little head up and down, and the flesh of his plump double chin trembled.

Coincidentally

Shi Naian once said with a smile that without the scene of the drunk neighbor Ah Qiao beating the dog, he would not have been able to write the scene of Wu Song beating the tiger. Without Ah Qiao, he would not have been able to write the book.

Therefore, passers-by can only regard this scene as a coincidence, but for Ms. Emma, ​​it may be a ray of light in the darkness.

What's more, what about monsters? Do people in this world still lack monsters in their eyes?

"Oh my God, this is incredible."

Jonathan nodded. Does this mean that he can understand what I said? Does he mean to agree with what he said? How is this possible? He is only eight months old. Does it mean that my child is not what the workers say is mentally retarded? , he is a genius

The days passed by, and watching himself grow taller day by day made Jonathan truly feel the passage of time. His grandfather, who was over seventy-five years old, also followed the same path as his wife because of his long-term smoking. In the end, he also contracted lung cancer and lay on a white hospital bed. He passed away and passed away.

Jonathan, who was forced to learn the violin when he was still a child, played his debut work "The Joy of Love" by the Austrian-American violinist Kreisler in the ward. Along with his relatively melodious violin sound, his grandfather's hands were weak. hang down.

This made Jonathan understand the feeling of powerlessness facing the Time Man. Jonathan knew that there was nothing he could do. Until this shocking day, Jonathan had always thought that he was just an ordinary person.

"Jonathan, what are you thinking about? Go and play with your friends."

"No, I still have a few pages left to read in my Wuthering Heights book."

During the busy farming period, the workers' children had no one to take care of them, so the workers had to drag their children and daughters to let them play on the farm.

What made Ms. Emma dumbfounded was that while the children of the workers' families were playing house together, her own children sat on the stone steps for several hours like an old monk in trance.

He held the world-famous book Wuthering Heights in one hand and a rubber hose in the other hand to rinse a little black dog that was only three months old. The glass bottle of Coca-Cola produced in the early 1920s was not touched at all. Jonathan, who was half-hearted, even turned the water into a long stream in the yard.

"I have to go. You can't sit still here all the time."

"Okay, okay, why don't I go? Ms. Emma, ​​are you tired from harvesting corn?"

"There's nothing I can do about being tired. Once my little man grows up, I'll feel relaxed."

When she grows up, Ms. Emma will also grow old. Time is abstract to everyone, something that is intangible, intangible but real. However, it is not unfamiliar to Jonathan, because he almost every He always met time in his dreams. When he woke up from each dream, it felt like a century had passed, but it seemed like only one second had passed.

In his dream, there was no air, no light, no sound, a void, pitch black, and only time. He doesn't need to breathe, eat or sleep. He only has one thing to do, which is to run after time non-stop, be surpassed by time, transcend time, and stand side by side with time.

This became a daily routine every night while he was sleeping soundly.