Two Hundred and Ninety-One - I Think I Need a Break

With airport security personnel and a large group of media, reporters and fans watching, Wayne hurriedly returned to the airport. It wasn't until his back completely disappeared that the lights of various equipment stopped flashing.

The reporter who was pushed to the ground was always held down by Sergey's hand. Now the big Russian man also had a photo opportunity, and he didn't know how many photos were taken.

"Listen, sir!" Sergey waited until his boss disappeared, let go, took out two business cards from his coat pocket, and stuffed them into the reporter's hand.

"If you need to see a doctor, please mail the bill to the Greenberg estate. If you want to call the police, here is the business card of Mr. Greenberg's personal attorney so that the police can contact him. Of course, you can also call this number, Let’s talk about how to solve the problem.”

After saying that, regardless of the other party's ugly face, he stood up and ran into the airport with his long legs.

Before the plane took off while applying for the route, Wayne tried his best to suppress his irritability. He looked out the window and said to Nina next to him: "Call Tim Burton for me and tell him that the next publicity activities will depend on it." Him."

"Okay." The assistant lady nodded, glanced at him worriedly, took out her mobile phone and dialed.

Almost everyone around Wayne understands his feelings for the two dogs, and this situation is very common in North America. Dogs are never pets, they are family members and friends.

Many families here have this habit. When their children are very young, they buy one or two companion dogs so that they can grow up together. This can also cultivate their children's sense of responsibility from an early age and maintain their innate kindness.

No matter how abnormal the social situation here is, as long as you are a normal parent, the first rule of educating your children is always to stay kind and become a "good man" when they grow up.

Family companion dogs usually play the role of children's friends and family members in family life.

"The notification has arrived." Nina hung up the phone and sat next to Wayne and said softly. "Tim Burton will help notify Warner Bros. so you don't have to worry about the promotion plan, he will take care of it all."

The assistant lady watched the change in his face and could clearly see that although Wayne's eyes were looking out the window, they were lost in memories from time to time.

He sighed softly in his heart. Until then, this man who had always remained calm and tough showed a trace of the emotion that a young man should have.

This sudden feeling of emptiness filled Wayne's heart from the moment he heard the news. In fact, he was very clear-headed and understood the truth better than anyone else. After all, the two dogs were too old. But after all, the feelings were too deep. They had been with him for too many years, and he couldn't help but think of his childhood.

In the dull atmosphere, the plane taxied on the runway and then plunged into the sky, but he looked at the blue sky and white clouds, always recalling the past unconsciously.

I remember that when I was a child, I never had any friends. It was those two golden retrievers who always squatted in front of him to listen to him play guitar, watch football games with him, and even when sleeping, they couldn't help but lie on his bed.

"Don't think too much. Those two little bastards lived a happy life. They were just too old. God told them it was time to go back."

A hand suddenly stretched out and gently held Wayne's hand, and Nina's voice rang out at the same time. "I know you regard them as relatives. My brother and I have experienced this before, but my Terry is not as lucky as these two golden retrievers. He had a car accident when I was fifteen."

"I'm fine, don't worry Nina."

Wayne patted her hand in turn, turned his head and gave her a smile. "The situation is different. Since I moved to Los Angeles, those two little guys have always been very clingy to me. Thinking about it now, I have too many things in my eyes and am too busy. I slowly ignore them, and I But it’s the entirety of their world!”

Only when people lose something important will they suddenly think a lot clearly. Everyone knows the truth, but only by truly experiencing loss can you understand the mixed feelings.

"Okay, I'm fine." Wayne let go of Nina's hand and turned his head toward the window.

Now that things have happened, although he was not mentally prepared, all he can do now is accept it. After all, he is different from the people around him. Everyone around him has faith and can pray to God for everything and seek peace of mind. However, he has too many secrets that he can only tell Golden Retriever.

That's right, even after living a second life, he is still an atheist. There are some things in his heart that even God dare not say.

"After my work as Batman is over, I will take a long vacation. If you want to take a break, you can also take the opportunity to go home to spend time with your parents, or have a relationship or something. We all work too long!"

Nina was stunned for a moment. In her mind, after Wayne finished making this movie, he would definitely give up the vacation he was talking about, and then couldn't wait to get into the preparation of the next movie. This is a story that can be continued continuously. A workaholic who doesn’t take a vacation for several years.

It can be seen that this incident still has an impact on him. People around him have the illusion that Wayne seems to be constantly chasing time and is always unwilling to waste a minute.

"I will consider it." Nina glanced deeply at his back, leaned back in the chair and fell into deep thought.

Time advanced slowly in silence. When the plane landed at Los Angeles International Airport, Sergey ran out first, got the prepared car, waited for the two people behind him to come out of the terminal, took them and drove directly to the airport. manor.

News always travels faster than a plane. No matter what the reason was, Wayne pushed a reporter. This incident also attracted the attention of a large number of media, and many paparazzi had blocked the gate of the manor.

"Boss, this matter is a bit troublesome." The car gradually entered the manor. Nina looked at the excited crowd from the window and said helplessly: "No matter whether the person being pushed is a serious reporter or not, even if he is just a gossip paparazzi, this It has also touched the nerves of those media, we'd better do some public relations in advance..."

There are some words she still doesn't dare to say out loud, and her boss probably won't listen to them now either. If there is no public relations in advance, it is estimated that the photo that Wayne pushed to reporters tomorrow morning will be reported on the headlines of many media.

With the integrity of these reporters, things might be twisted into some kind of narrative.

These reporters and paparazzi who hold the public's right to know are looking for trouble one by one. Even if they are concerned about Wayne's status, they may not give up such reports so easily. After all, they are a group of people who claim to be righteous and have glassy hearts. No less.

"What needs to be done?" Wayne said.

"It's best to issue an apology statement in advance..." Nina looked even worse at his expression, knowing that he might not accept this idea, so she raised her hands in a gesture of surrender. "Okay, okay, I'll call Warner Brothers."

When the car stopped in the small square, Hela immediately opened the car door and led Wayne towards the awning while talking about the whole incident in a hurried tone.

"I felt something was wrong last night. Normally, the two little guys would go to the bedroom on the third floor to sleep by themselves after dark. But when I went to observe early yesterday morning, there was only one, Fendi, holding snacks in his mouth. Button But disappeared."

Seeing that Wayne's face was calm and showed no intention of getting angry, Hela was relieved in her heart and continued: "Before I went to find Barton, Fendi's abnormal behavior attracted my attention.

I usually give them food, so they are very close to me, but last night before I could get close to it, it ran out of the villa with snack bars in its mouth. I could feel that it didn't want anyone to come close and was very defensive. .

After that, I didn’t wake up anyone else, and followed it from a distance. I saw Barton lying motionless on the recliner where you usually like to lie, and Fendi was desperately putting their favorite snack bars into it. From Barton’s mouth..."

As they approached the awning, the golden retriever who had been guarding his companion whimpered and ran towards Wayne, grabbed his trouser leg and pulled him back.

In fact, Hela had confirmed in the early morning that Barton had indeed lost his heartbeat, but when she wanted to pick up the body, the other golden retriever rarely showed its fierce teeth, and the tug-of-war continued until the morning.

Wayne sat silently on the recliner, put Barton's head on his lap, and used their favorite movements to gently smooth his fur. Judging from the traces at the scene, what Hela said was correct, Fen. Dee bit open the mushy snack bar and kept trying to put it into Barton's mouth.

At this time, Fundy also put her head on his lap, and gently arched the body of her companion. Seeing that it still didn't respond, she let out another soft whimper, and her voice was indescribably sad.

"Hela."

Turning around and calling the housekeeper, Wayne took a deep breath and said, "Help me dig a hole here. Maybe this little bastard will know I'm back when I'm basking in the sun!"

"Okay, sir."

Hela waved her hand, called two gardeners, and directed them to start digging a hole in front of the lounge chair, looking at him worriedly from time to time.

Wayne understood the housekeeper's concerns. She was afraid that he would lose his temper and anger her, and he was also afraid of losing this decent and well-paying job.

"It's not your fault, Hela, everything is God's will."

If there is any excuse that can best comfort people, then God is definitely the best choice, and Wayne just said it casually.

"God will bless it."

A small deep pit was quickly dug, and Wayne directly picked up the body. There was no coffin and no ceremony. He put Barton at the bottom of the pit in silence.

Fundy stayed close to him, lying next to his legs and looking at him, and then slowly buried his companion.

"Nina." After staring at the ground for a long time, Wayne suddenly said: "You have been responsible for communicating everything these two days. I think I need to take a rest."

After speaking, he walked back to the main building step by step with the golden retriever clinging to him, directly back to the bedroom on the third floor, and lay down on the lounge chair on the balcony.