Chapter 1253: The Farm of Justice (35)
In the office on the top floor of Wayne Building, Thomas looked at the financial report in his hand with a serious expression, while the financial director standing in front of the desk looked even worse than Thomas, and his hair had turned white with worry. 鲴
"Mr. Wayne, the company's financial situation this quarter is already very worrying. I know you are actively looking for income, but the shortage of working capital has caused the company's many businesses to shrink..."
"Okay, I know, find a way to hold on for another quarter. By the way, send the project information that is still in the expansion stage, and I will see if there is anything that can be optimized."
At this time, the door was knocked, and a middle-aged lady in a professional suit walked in. She nodded to the financial director, looked at Thomas and said, "Mr. Wayne, I'm sorry, I have to remind you that your personal doctor is not available again. I called me again to emphasize that you can't work for three consecutive days without sleep, which may put your life in danger. "
Thomas lowered his eyes and said, "I am very aware of my physical condition, but now there are more important things waiting for me to solve. I must seize all the time. Okay, go and get the information for me."
Thomas stood up and walked to the French window, with his hands in his suit pockets and looking down. The lady stepped forward and walked to the opposite side of him, looking at him and said, "Thomas, we have known each other for almost 20 years. This time, Herman and I are very happy to know that you are back."
"Of course, Melinda, you are my The best personal assistant I've ever met. You helped the Wayne family a lot after I left, but I didn't expect you to choose to be with Herman in the end. I thought the German guy would be the winner. "
Thomas smiled and teased Melinda, but the serious lady didn't mean to joke at all. She stared into Thomas' eyes and said, "Thomas, look at what you are doing now. You are committing suicide." 鲴
"In the garbage bag of the cleaner who came out of your office, there were more than a dozen cans of energy drinks. You didn't dare to let me continue to be your personal assistant because you knew I won't allow you to order more than a dozen cups of coffee in a day. Do you think you are still a young man in your early twenties? "
"I know I'm not young anymore." Thomas tilted his head slightly and said, "But I wasted too much time. I want to make it up now. Even if it's not to make up for my own regrets, I will never allow my life's hard work to end in poverty and ruin."
Melinda lowered her head and sighed, "Little Wayne didn't do well enough, but he wanted too much."
After that, the lady, whose face still had traces of her youthful beauty, turned her head and looked at the city outside the French window.
It rained again in Gotham today, just like every day. Heavy clouds climbed over the skyline and pressed on everyone's head. The fine rain lines were like chains that bound the soul. Every pedestrian walking on the road was walking on the sad music score, and their footsteps were heavier than the piano master's fingers pressing the accents.
"Do you think he is doing useless work?" Thomas lowered his eyebrows and asked the person opposite from above his eyes.
"I know what he did is beneficial, but I can't see the end of this road. Such a huge price can only bring about small changes, and perhaps these changes will eventually decay over time and return to the starting point." Melinda shook her head and said. 鲴
"If you have experienced more desperate moments, you will know how surprising these small changes are." Thomas looked at the city without any sadness or despair. His slightly old eyes contained a surprise that others could not understand, just like seeing the first sprout after spring plowing.
"Could this city be worse?" Melinda said with a wry smile.
"Of course, it's worse than you can imagine."
"But I still don't agree with you doing this. You should cherish the life you saved from death."
"The meaning of life is not in length."
Melinda looked at Thomas who was quibbling angrily and helplessly. Just when the two were still arguing about this issue, the light in the room suddenly became brighter.
The two of them were stunned at the same time. Their first reaction was to turn their heads to look at the lights on the ceiling of the office, but the lights did not change, or rather, the lights seemed to be a little dimmer, because the light coming in from the window was brighter. 鲴
The figure in front of the window turned his head in shock. Melinda instinctively covered her eyes with her arms. Her pupils could not adapt to such dazzling light, and tears came out in an instant.
Thomas was more like a vampire who was about to be melted by the sun. It can be said that he took a few steps back in a panic and hid in the shadows of the edge of the wall, but soon, these shadows disappeared.
The sunlight shining in from the huge, almost frameless floor-to-ceiling window made the darkness invisible, and all the furniture in the room was illuminated, leaving only dazzling white.
Facing the strong light, Thomas saw through the gaps between his fingers that were used to block the sunlight that in the center of the thick dark clouds, a bright light spot spread out, and then layers of ripples spread out, dispelling the darkness, and the skylight came.
The very bright sunlight at noon shone in through the round cloud hole. At this moment, people understood what the shape of light was.
The cylindrical beam of light was projected to the center of the city, and then it became larger and larger, sweeping across the city like a storm.
Gotham, which had just rained, had all the buildings washed clean by the rain. When the sun shone on them, they were as bright as diamonds scattered on the earth.
When the moist air was scorched by the sun, the smell of fresh air after the rain rushed into the nose, like a blues saxophone song played in the middle.
In the bright sunlight that had never descended on this city, everyone's panicked expressions were clearly illuminated. After the temporary blindness caused by the strong light disappeared, everyone on the street stood there at a loss.
They looked at the puddles shining in the sun, the water droplets reflecting the starlight on the road signs, and the tiny and dense shadow under the shop window at the corner.
Everyone made a very unified move, that is, looking up at the sky and looking directly at the sun.
No one knows whether the tears in their eyes often come from the bright stars hanging high in the sky, or from the hot and surging hearts beating in their chests when the heavy rain stops on this ordinary afternoon.
Thomas stared blankly out the window, standing in front of the glass window at the highest point in the city. The streets and alleys that were as exquisite as models under the sun had never appeared in his dreams.
So, this man over fifty years old stood on tiptoe, turned around in panic, pushed away the chair in front of him, and rushed out of the office door, just like a little boy who saw his dream toy in the window for the first time. 鲴
He couldn't remember the location of the elevator and stairs at all, and had long forgotten his hidden identity. He just instinctively rushed to the brightest window in the corridor, gathered his strength to jump, and jumped out.
The flying hook drew an arc in the blue sky. The heat brought by the sun shining on Thomas made him clearly feel the existence of the wind in the sky.
Like a free-flying bird, he fell from a tall building, then swung high up. When he stood on the edge of the roof again, Thomas stretched out a hand and felt that he could reach the sun.
This warm and hot star had never been so close to him.
There were so many stars in the universe, but none of them loved the sun as much as humans, and none of them loved humans as much as the sun. The most romantic poems that humans sang to praise the sun all wrote about their mutual illumination.
Thomas stood quietly on the roof, but still felt an indescribable emptiness, so he jumped down again and rushed to the street.
The water splashed by the out-of-control car when it turned splashed on him, but he did not hide, because he saw that the water splashed into the air like pearls being scattered.
Suddenly, an urgent emotion filled Thomas' heart, and he began to run on the street, not caring about the mud and water splashing on his trouser legs.
Rushing straight across the street and stopping at the intersection, Thomas turned his head left and right, and then caught what he was looking for within his field of vision. He quickly waved his arms, took a step, and rushed to a red telephone booth.
Thomas opened the door of the telephone booth with a somewhat violent movement, picked up the receiver with trembling hands, and then pressed the dial button with the same trembling fingertips.
At this moment, he stopped there as if the pause button was pressed. Thomas swung his fist hard and hit the glass of the telephone booth, gritting his teeth and cursing in a low voice.
He looked back at the bright sky above the alley again, and whispered: Bruce, Bruce, where are you? "
Thomas walked out of the phone booth. When he looked into the distance again, he saw a row of new buildings in the East District on the azure skyline.
Suddenly, Thomas's tense arms relaxed, and his anxious mood disappeared. He was no longer anxious to let Bruce see all this.
Because he saw that in the corridors of those buildings, children were running in groups, and their laughter and screams were mixed together, which was stronger than the exclamations.
These new spring seedlings did not stay for more than a minute for this sudden good weather, and they laughed and went to do their own things again.
Because they lived in a stable, spacious building with many lights, for them, light was not a rare luxury.
Thomas, who had exhausted all his strength, leaned against the wet stone brick wall, breathing in the fresh air, nervous and embarrassed as if he had just realized today that he could breathe.
Barry lay on the fence on the roof of Rodriguez Manor, looking at the dark clouds that were slowly closing due to the withdrawal of energy, and said with some regret: "It's a pity that this consumes too much energy and is not permanent. "
"Perhaps, for these vampires in Gotham, an hour of sunshine every day is what they want." Lex also leaned on the guardrail and said: "Not only will there be sunshine, but also energy will be saved, and I can write an extra chapter of the paper on necessity."
"But, professor, are you really not going to let Bruce come back to see?" Lex turned his head and looked at Schiller standing beside him, and asked: "Doesn't he dream of seeing sunshine in Gotham?"
"Then let him dream. "
The last ray of sunlight shone on Schiller's gray pupils. Following the layers of patterns, the center was a bottomless, rich black.
Bruce climbed up from the black hole, walked to the elevator with ease, pressed the button, and walked in after the door opened.
Soon, with a "ding dong", the elevator door opened, Bruce walked out of the elevator, walked around a corner along the circular corridor, turned in from the second intersection, and came to the door of a room.
"Password." Schiller's slightly indifferent voice came.
"I hate papers."
With a "click", the door opened. After Bruce walked in, he turned around and took out a book from the bookshelf next to the bed.
When the pages of the book were turned, his figure disappeared, and when he appeared again, a bright city appeared in front of him.
Above the village of Vicara, Mexico, Clark carefully held Bruce in his arms, and turned to complain to Diana, who was flying beside him:
"... I said his injury had not fully healed, and he couldn't work late at night. Sure enough, he just leaned on the ridge to rest for a while, and fell asleep."
Diana shook her head helplessly, followed Clark's gaze, and looked at Bruce's face.
The young man's long eyelashes trembled slightly in the wind, his eyebrows drooped, like a baby snoring in a cradle, sleeping soundly.
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