The Father of American Comics Superheroes

However, at that time, these children are grown up, right?

Think of the day the children grew up, Mike heart cannot help but some expectations.

For a moment, the tent was set up, and after checking the time, facing the slanting sun, Mike took out the pots and pans and started cooking.

Even in the wild, he prepared a sumptuous dinner for the children to give them sufficient nutrition for their growth.

The sun slowly fell into the lake, the calm surface of the lake at this moment seems to have turned into a dazzling orange jewel.

“Beautiful!”

Mie looked up at the lake and couldn’t help but praise.

The scenery here is really good.

“Hey! Boys!”

Mike waved at the three, saying, “Come over and take a picture for a souvenir!”

“Coming!”

“I want a picture!”

“Dad!”

The three youngsters ran over in stride.

The camera was set up, and after the three posed, Mike quickly came behind them, stretched his arms to hug them, and the four faces huddled together, shouting, “Cheese!”

Click!

Time was frozen here.

Like the orange crystal-like lake, the verdant grass, father and son four people’s smile unanimously bright.

As night falls, a little bit of light blooms on the grass, like a little bit of starlight in the green sky, and the beauty descends like a dream, but many people’s minds are not here. They all look in one direction, with doubt in their eyes, mouths of saliva but in the rapid secretion of the person.

It smells too good……

I saw Mike’s family sitting together around a small oven, eating barbecue and drinking the fish soup that Mike boiled. It was not too beautiful, especially under the gaze of a bunch of people holding bread sandwiches. Don’t be too happy in that mood.

“Dad, I want to eat chicken wings!”

Eric, whose mouth was full of grease, grabbed a chicken wing on the grill.

“Pop!”

Gently slapping Eric’s hand away, Mike said, “It’s not ready yet, don’t rush!”

Eric nodded, staring dead at his chicken wings and looking warily at Charles.

Charles skimmed his mouth, eyes closed and opened, looked at Clark pitifully and said, “Brother, I want to eat chicken wings too.”

Clark handed the half-eaten chicken wings in his hand to Charles.

Charles turned out joyfully and made a face at Eric.

Eric rolled his eyes and said, “Just know how to be cute, not manly at all.”

“Who made me the youngest!”

Charles justified this.

“You are a few minutes later than me!” Eric said angrily: “The performance is too shameful. If I knew it, I should kick you back, if I could do it at the time!”

“Slightly!” Charles stuck his tongue out and said, “Unfortunately you can’t do it!”

Eric: (▼ヘ▼#).

Mike sighed heartily and tiredly and handed the chicken wings to Eric.

Eric: (?ω?)!

Only the food can make them stop for a while……

The good thing is that the meal is still finished in peace and quiet.

The kids played around, Mike cleaned up the trash, the family sat and admired the moonlit lake for a few minutes, yawned in unison, crawled into the tent and began to sleep.

Time passed little by little, the lights on the grass less and less, finally in all asleep, in the moonlight like mercury, quiet even the wind cannot wrinkle the surface of the lake, a ghostly figure appeared on the campground.