"I know that I have no right to stop you and you probably can't stop either. But I have to remind you, involving yourself in human society with your special abilities may not always be a good thing, it could backfire." Diana lowered her head slightly, her faint sadness unseen by the others.
However, what surprised Bruce and Clark a bit was that Diana quickly raised her head with determined expression: "I don't mean that you should do nothing. Upholding justice is everyone's responsibility regardless of race or abilities."
"You just need to be cautious. Don't let down your guard just because you have special abilities. In a world of constant change, any individual is insignificant, even if you're a demigod."
Clark's face softened slightly, he hugged Diana and said: "It seems you've learned a tough lesson. Don't be too upset. Each generation has its own path to take. Don't worry too much, we will try to be more careful."
"Now, we have truly exchanged secrets." Bruce took a step forward, looked Diana in the eye, and said: "In the future, even if you don't want to be involved in certain things, you may have to."
"It'd be my honor." Diana raised her eyebrow, her hearty smile returned and she turned to go back into the house. Their voices slowly fading into the night of the farm.
"I think we make a good team; we could become good friends."
"I think so too. What about you, Bruce?"
"...Maybe."
With the waking chirps of cicadas echoing in the fields, another quiet night passed. At the break of dawn, the farm started its vigorous day, operated like a perfectly timed vast machine.
Row after row of tractors went along the fields, sprinkling the green and still untouched land with traces of human toil. Seeds full of hope were sown in the ground, and the wind carried the people's yearning for a good harvest.
Guided by a professional tractor technician, Clark's designated vegetable plot finally entered the right track.
Being the quickest learner, Bruce was the first to hook up the plow machine and started plowing the field over and over again. Because the plot wasn't large, he could be more precise, plowing back and forth four times before starting the sowing process.
The sowing was handled by the most experienced Clark. Once familiar with the basic operations of the giant tractor, sowing wasn't a challenge to this town youth who had been farming since childhood. Soon, the sowing of this field was finished.
Diana drove around the entire field to check the density and positions of the seeds. After all the work was done, the day had passed, and they returned home to the Kent house with hot meals awaiting them.
For the next two weeks, all three of them were busy around the farm. This land wasn't too big, easy to manage, and whether it produced crops didn't matter much. So, after finishing their work here, they all helped at the larger farm.
Wheat and barley were the farm's main focus; they were the most important cash crops and couldn't afford any negligence, and the Lamborghini tractor was definitely a great help.
This tractor was very large, powerful, and Jonathan borrowed the largest plow machine from the town—it was three times wider than the ordinary ones. This meant that the tractor could plow three times the land in the same amount of time, greatly saving the time for spring plowing.
All farmers knew how beneficial a large tractor could be—even though not everyone could afford to buy a hundred-thousand-dollar tractor. With that money, they could add more valuable assets to their farms.
Nevertheless, everyone envied such a big tractor. When the Kent Farm started spring plowing, all the surrounding farm owners came to watch. They all watched Jonathan driving the Lamborghini tractor that looked like a giant beast, dragging a larger plow machine behind, plowing a vast land in less than ten rounds, their eyes brimmed with envy.
Although Jonathan often admonished Clark not to show off too much, many farm owners worked their whole lives just to make a name for themselves in their hometown. These days, Jonathan went to bed with a smile on his face, which started to bother Martha.
Another night, filled with laughter despite their tiredness, Bruce climbed into the attic and leaned on the bed with a sigh of relief. He then turned his head to look at the freshly washed photos on his bedside table.
They were taken by Jonathan with his camera after work. Contents varied; Bruce sitting in the tractor looking back at the seeder, Clark shouldering two bags of fertilizer on the ridge, and Diana cradling a newborn lamb like a baby.
The contents varied, but each photo was bathed in brilliant sunlight and vast landscapes. Everyone's facial features and expressions were dreamy and soft, just like the spring wind in Kansas.
Bruce flipped to the last photo; the three of them standing side by side on the ridge, with the vast Kent Farm stretching out into infinity behind them.
Clark, standing on the far left with Bat Cat in his arms, was wearing sunglasses and a floral shirt. Diana, in a plaid shirt and overalls, both of them smiling radiantly.
And in the middle was Bruce, wearing a sweater with a puppy pattern on the chest, and a straw hat.
Bruce's fingers gently stroked his own face in the photo. He didn't even notice that at the moment the shutter clicked, his expression was so relaxed, that by human standards, Bruce in the photo, was smiling.
Bruce gently set down the photo, softly exhaled, feeling increasingly sleepy lately, as though could drift off to sleep at any moment.
But today, Bruce slipped into his dreams even faster, wanting these sunny days to be etched into his memories.
No matter how many gloomy and misty days are ahead, this lonely bat can always guard this light, and have a good dream for one night.