In the office on the top floor of the Wayne Building, Thomas looked at the financial report in his hand with a solemn expression, while the financial director standing in front of the desk looked worse than Thomas. It could be said that his hair had turned gray.
"Mr. Wayne, the company's financial situation this quarter has been very worrying. I know that you are actively looking for income, but the shortage of working capital has caused the contraction of many of the company's businesses..."
"Okay, I understand. Let's find a way to persist for another quarter. By the way, send over the project data that are still in the expansion period. I will see if there is anything that can be optimized."
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and a middle-aged lady wearing a business suit walked in. She nodded to the financial director, then looked at Thomas and said: "Mr. Wayne, I'm sorry, I have to remind you.
, your personal doctor called me again to emphasize that you cannot work without sleep for three consecutive days, as this 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 get the information for me."
Thomas stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, put his hands in the pockets of his suit and looked down. The lady stepped forward and walked to the opposite side of him, looked at him and said: "Thomas, we have known each other for almost twenty years.
Heman and I were very happy to hear that you were back for the first time."
"Of course, Melinda, you are the best personal assistant I have ever met. You also helped the Wayne family a lot after I left. But I didn't expect that you would choose to be with Herman in the end. At first I thought
, that German guy will be the winner."
Thomas showed a smile, looked at Melinda and joked, but the serious-looking lady had no intention of joking at all. She stared into Thomas' eyes and said: "Thomas, look what you are doing now, you are committing suicide."
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"The janitor's trash bag that came out of your office contained a dozen energy drink cans. You didn't dare let me continue to be your personal assistant because you knew I wouldn't allow you to ask for it in one day.
After a dozen cups of coffee, do you think you are still a young man in his 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
I will allow my life's hard work to end in poverty and ruin."
Melinda lowered her head and sighed and said, "It's not that Little Wayne didn't do well enough, it's just that he wanted too much."
After saying that, the lady with faint traces of her youthful beauty turned her head to look at the city outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
It rained again in Gotham today, just like every day. Thick clouds climbed from the skyline and pressed on everyone's head. The thin rain lines were like chains that bound the soul. Every pedestrian walking on the road
They all walked on the score line of the sad music, their steps heavier than the fingers of the piano master pressing the accents.
"Do you think he is doing useless work?" Thomas lowered his eyebrows and looked at 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 big price can only be exchanged for small changes. Perhaps these changes will eventually fade and decay over time and return to the original point." Mei Lin.
Da shook his head and said.
"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, and his slightly old eyes contained other things.
A surprise that people cannot understand is like seeing the first buds that 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 after escaping from death."
"The meaning of life does not lie in its length."
Melinda looked at the quibbling Thomas angrily and helplessly. While 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. The first reaction was to turn around and look at the light on the ceiling of the office, but the light did not change. In other words, the light seemed dimmer because the light coming in from the window was brighter.
The figure in front of the window turned her head in shock, and Melinda instinctively covered her eyes with her arms. Her pupils could not adapt to such dazzling light, and she burst into tears in an instant.
Thomas was more like a vampire who was about to be burned by the sun. It could be said that he took a few steps back in a panic and hid in the shadows of the edge 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 with only a dazzling white color.
Facing the strong light, Thomas saw through the fingers he used to block the sun, in the center of the thick dark clouds, a bright point of light spread out, ripples spread out, dispelling the darkness, and the sky came.
The very bright sunlight at noon shines through the circular cloud hole. At this moment, people understand what the shape of the light is like.
The cylindrical light beam was projected into the center of the city, and then grew larger and larger, sweeping through the entire city like a storm.
It had just rained in Gotham, and all the buildings were washed away very clean by the rain. When the sun shined on it, they were as bright as diamonds scattered on the ground.
When the moist air is baked by the sun, the unique smell of fresh air after the rain rushes into the nose, like a blues saxophone song playing in the middle.
In the bright daylight that never came to this city, everyone's panic expression was clearly illuminated. After the brief blindness caused by the strong light disappeared, everyone on the street was at a loss.
Stand still.
They stared blankly at the puddles sparkling in the sun, the water droplets reflecting the starlight on the street signs, and the insignificant but very dense shadow under the shop window at the corner.
Everyone made a very unified action, which was to look up at the sky and look directly at the sun.
No one knows whether the tears often in their eyes come from the bright stars hanging high in the sky, or they may come from the hot and surging love beating in their chests when the heavy rain stops on this ordinary afternoon.
heart.
Thomas stared out the window blankly. Standing in front of the glass window at the highest point in the city, the streets and alleys looked as exquisite as models under the sun. They had not even appeared in his dreams.
So, like a little boy who saw his dream toy in the window for the first time, this man who was over fifty years old stood on tiptoe, turned around in a panic, pushed away the chair in front of him, and rushed out
The door of the office.
He couldn't remember the location of the elevator and stairs at all, and he had long forgotten about hiding his identity. He just instinctively rushed to the brightest window in the corridor, gathered all his strength to take off, and jumped out.
The flying hook line drew an arc in the blue sky, and the heat brought by the sunlight shining on Thomas made him clearly feel the presence of wind at high altitude.
He was like a free-flying bird, falling from a tall building, then swinging high. When he stood on the edge of the roof again, Thomas stretched out a hand, feeling that he could reach the sun.
This warm and hot star has never been so close to him.
There are many stars in the universe, but they are not as fond of the sun as humans, and they are not as fond of humans as the sun. The most romantic poems written by humans about the sun are all about them shining on each other.
Thomas stood quietly on the roof, but still felt an indescribable emptiness, so he jumped off again and rushed to the street.
The water splashed by the out-of-control car when it turned hit him, but he did not hide because he saw that the splashes were like scattered pearls as they flew into the air.
Suddenly, a feeling of urgency filled Thomas's heart, and he began to rush down the street, not caring about the muddy water splashing on his trousers.
He rushed straight across the street and stopped at the intersection. Thomas turned his head left and right, and then caught what he was looking for within the scope of his vision. He waved his arms quickly, took steps, and rushed to a
In front of the red phone booth.
Thomas opened the door of the phone booth with a somewhat violent movement, picked up the receiver with trembling hands, and pressed the dial button with equally trembling fingertips.
At this moment, he stopped there as if the pause button had been pressed. Thomas shook his fist vigorously, punched the glass of the phone booth, and cursed softly through gritted teeth.
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 series of new buildings in the East District on the blue skyline.
Suddenly, Thomas' tense arms relaxed, his anxiety disappeared, and he was no longer anxious to let Bruce see all this.
Because he saw that in the corridors of those buildings, children were rushing past 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 at the sudden good weather, and then went back to doing their own things with laughter.
Because they live in a stable, spacious building with many lights, for them, light is not a rare luxury.
Thomas, who had exhausted all his strength, leaned against the wet stone wall and breathed in the fresh air, as nervous and embarrassed as if he had just realized that he would be out of breath today.
Barry was lying on the fence on the roof of Rodriguez Manor, looking at the dark clouds slowly closing due to the removal of energy, and said with some regret: "Unfortunately, this consumes too much energy and is not permanent."
"Perhaps, for this group of vampires in Gotham, an hour of sunshine a day is what they want." Lex also leaned on the guardrail and said: "Not only does it have sunlight, but it also saves energy, and it can also
Let me write one more necessity essay chapter.”
"But, professor, are you really not going to let Bruce come back for a visit?" Lex turned to look at Schiller who was standing aside and asked, "Don't he always dream of seeing the sunshine in Gotham?"
"Then let him dream."
The last ray of sunlight shone on Schiller's gray pupils, looking through the layers of patterns, and in the center was a bottomless, rich black.
Bruce climbed up from the black hole, walked to the elevator with ease, pressed the button, waited for the door to open, and walked in.
Soon, there was a "ding-dong" sound, and the elevator door opened. Bruce walked out of the elevator, walked around a bend along the circular corridor, turned in from the second intersection, and came to a room door.
"Password." Schiller's slightly cold 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 page of the book was opened, his figure disappeared. When he reappeared, a bright city appeared in front of him.
In the sky above the village of Vicara, Mexico, Clark carefully held Bruce in his arms, turned to Diana, who was flying aside, and complained:
"...I told him that his injury was not fully healed and that he could not stay up late to work. Sure enough, he just rested on the field ridge for a while and fell asleep."
Diana shook her head helplessly and followed Clark's gaze to Bruce's face.
The young man's long eyelashes trembled slightly in the wind, and his eyebrows were lowered, just like a baby snoring slightly in the cradle, sleeping soundly.