Chapter 244 Hollywood Black and White Movies (Part 1)
Early in the morning, in the office of Arkham Nursing Home, Schiller put down the book he was holding. Peter, carrying a schoolbag, stood at the door and knocked on the door. Schiller raised his head and said, "Please come in."
"Doctor, I'm back." Peter seemed to be in high spirits. After he walked in, he took off the schoolbag on his shoulder, opened the zipper and began to rummage in the bag. After searching for a long time, he exclaimed: "Oh, there is
Here it is!”
As he spoke, he took out a box from his schoolbag. It was a square transparent box containing an old-fashioned video tape, the kind used on hand-cranked projectors.
Peter handed the videotape to Schiller, scratched his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "I think you will like this."
Schiller smiled and took the videotape over and said, "I'm more curious than the gift, how was your trip to Hollywood?"
Peter showed a weird expression, with two eyebrows that were high and low, forming a step, and his eyes were one big and one small, which was even more funny. This allowed Schiller to see the most common funny expression of Spider-Man in the comics.
Peter sighed and said, "It's a long story."
Schiller unpacked the old video tape and said, "No hurry, we can talk while watching old movies."
Peter looked at the old video tape that had been taken out and said, "This thing is an antique. Modern projectors should no longer be able to use this kind of video tape, right?"
"You should know who has a projector that can play this thing..."
The light in the morning began to become brighter and brighter, passing through morning, noon, and arrived at the drowsy afternoon.
With a "click", Steve bent down and pulled the bracket of the old projector over, and then pointed to the window.
Stark cursed and walked to the window and closed the curtains. Schiller sat on one side of the sofa and clinked glasses with Connors on the single sofa next to him. Natasha lowered her head and played with a statuette shaped like a golden man.
souvenir.
"I said, besides this old antique, who else would like to use this shabby machine to play such antique movies?"
After Stark said this, everyone in the room looked up and stared at him. Stark was stunned for a moment and said, "Am I the only one who doesn't want to see it?"
"Please, if I have this time, why don't I create some new achievements for human civilization?"
Stark muttered in his mouth while sitting down on the sofa. Steve, who was standing behind the sofa, turned the button of the projector. As the black and white image was projected on the wall in front of him, Steve also walked over.
Sit on the sofa.
Accompanied by the brisk jazz music in movies of the last century, in Schiller's vision, the items in the room began to fade, the surface of the fabric sofa became smooth little by little, and the luster of the leather sofa spread from one corner until it covered the entire sofa.
The stand of the desk lamp is raised, and the retro patterns on the glass lampshade climb up like grape vines. The old wood grain spreads on the alloy window frame. The sunlight shining in from the window changes from dazzling to dim, and the moment the sun sinks below the horizon
, a "dong dong" knock sounded on the door.
Standing outside the door was Bruce. Schiller put down the pen in his hand, stood up, looked at him and said: "Is your trip to Hollywood over?"
Bruce pursed his lips and his expression looked a little weird. Schiller said, "What's wrong? Selina doesn't feel comfortable with it?"
"She's very adaptable." Bruce's tone was a little low, but also revealed a hint of complexity.
"So it seems that you are not used to it?"
Bruce didn't say anything, but took out a beautifully packaged wooden box from the bag in his hand, handed it to Schiller and said: "...a souvenir, professor."
Schiller took the box, saw the old video tape inside, and said: "How do you know there is an old projector in my manor?...Oh, forget it, this question is a bit stupid."
With a "click", Harvey straightened the projector stand and pointed the head towards the wall. Victor put down his wine glass and leaned on the back of the soft leather sofa. Gordon was lighting a cigar for Schiller, and then he himself
He also picked up a cigar, lit it, and blew out a puff of smoke.
Bruce squinted his eyes on the single sofa nearby, looking a little sleepy, like a bat napping in a cave.
As the button of the projector was turned on, the movie picture was projected on the wall, the cheerful orchestral tune began to become low, and after the percussion and drum beats were added, the engine of the sports car roared and the wind howled.
"Wow!!" Selina got out of the seat belt and stretched her upper body out of the convertible door. Bruce, who was driving, quickly pulled her back and sighed.
This was already the thirtieth time he sighed on this stretch of road. Selina put her arms on the car door, tilted her head and chewed bubble gum. She blew out a bubble, turned to Bruce and said, "Honestly, put on the mask."
When I took it off, I was really shocked, you turned out to be Wayne."
"I thought you had guessed it a long time ago."
"I knew you were rich, but I didn't expect you to be so rich." Selena put her fingers on her temples and chewed bubble gum while saying, "But you said you wanted to take me to Hollywood and let me make movies. Isn't that a little bit...
Too ridiculous?"
Selena pretended to be relaxed and said: "I went to the cinema to watch movies before, and I thought I looked similar to the female stars in those shots, but..."
Her tone became a little hesitant again: "Okay, I admit, I am just a girl born in the slums. I have never seen any big scenes since I was born. If there were so many cameras facing me, I might tremble with fear.
.”
"I just want to find something serious for you to do." Bruce turned the steering wheel, turned a corner, and said: "As long as you don't steal anything, no one will question your status on the set, because I am responsible for the entire movie.
Investment..."
Selena first glanced at the rapidly reversing scenery outside the car window, then blinked at Bruce and said, "You are so good to me."
Bruce's hand holding the steering wheel stiffened for a moment. Selina observed his reaction and deliberately leaned towards him and said, "You are also nervous? This is really strange."
"Even if I haven't experienced the life of a wealthy man like you, I still know that you should have many female companions. Do you treat them like this too?"
Bruce turned his head to avoid Selina who was approaching her. He slowed down the car and said, "Hollywood is here... look over there."
Following Bruce's line of sight, Selina saw a line of huge white letters appearing on the green hillside in the distance - "HOLLYWOOD".
At this time, behind the letters, a sun was slowly sinking into the horizon. The clouds in the sky were changing rapidly, sinking into night and then into dawn. When the early morning light filtered through from behind the letters, Peter beside the car was shaking.
Gwen next to her put on a blanket, pointed at the row of letters and said, "Look, we're here."
Gwen's smiling face was particularly bright in the morning light. Peter was almost stunned. Seeing Peter's dull expression, Gwen burst out laughing and said, "Do you know how red your face is?"
Peter turned his head unnaturally, then rubbed his face with his hands, and then lifted the hair from his forehead with both hands, looking directly at the early morning light and looking at the white letters on the hillside.
"I heard that this was originally a billboard built by a real estate developer to promote his residence."
"But now, the copyright of this thing should belong to the city government of Los Angeles." Gwen smoothed her long hair on the temples and said, "The reason why I want to travel to Hollywood is because I saw this advertisement in a movie when I was a child.
Card, at that time I even fantasized about changing it to my own name."
"You want to make your name so big and put it on the hillside?" Peter looked at Gwen with wide eyes, as if he didn't know her.
Gwen laughed so hard that she was out of breath. She patted Peter on the shoulder with one hand and said, "I was like this when I was a child. My father was very supportive of me. He made several identical white letters out of paper shells and placed them on
I'm over the moon on my windowsill, seriously, don't you?"
Gwen put one hand on Peter's shoulder, stretched out her fingers with the other hand, pointed at the billboard and said: "People will be able to see your name as soon as they drive from this driveway, and many people will still see it."
Like us, we will stop and take photos..."
"Wait!" Peter turned around and said, "Speaking of parking...isn't parking allowed here???"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw several uniformed traffic policemen walking over to drive away the tourists who parked here. Gwen grabbed Peter and said, "Get in the car quickly! I don't want to pay a fine!"
The two of them hurriedly opened the door and got into the car. Peter started the car and stepped on the accelerator. He heard the screams of the slow runner behind him as he was fined. The two looked at each other and laughed brightly.
The car looked very small on the long road. At the end of the sky, the light was blocked by clouds and dimmed. With a "pop" sound, a ticket was stuck to the side of the convertible.
Bruce put one hand on the outside of the car door, holding a wad of dollars in his hand, and holding a cigarette in the other hand. Selina took the cigarette out of her mouth and leaned over to light Bruce's cigarette.
The traffic policeman pinched the extra generous dollar in his hand, smiled at Bruce and said, "You can watch it as long as you want, sir. I wish you a pleasant journey."
Bruce didn't even look at him. He just held the cigarette in one hand and looked directly at the smoke blending with the sunset on the horizon. He said, "You can look at it for as long as you want now."
Selena pushed the car door open, walked to the side of the road, stretched, and yawned again. Facing the dusk light, she squinted her eyes and said, "I really didn't expect that there would be a day like this.
Being able to be in the same place as the protagonists in those movies..."
A coat was thrown out of the car and fell on Selena. She looked back at Bruce who was still sitting in the driver's seat and said: "You are good at everything, especially if you are rich..."
Selena turned around, held the car door with her arms, leaned her upper body back into the car, and said, "But I always feel that the Bruce Wayne I saw in the newspaper is not like this. They say you have a lot of bad friends, like
You are a fool, you are still a love prodigal, all women fall in love with you..."
"But why do I think you can't let go at all, you are always nervous, and..." Selina opened the car door and sat in again, then leaned against Bruce, blowing into his ear with a smile and said: "
...and a little shy?”
Looking at Bruce's stiff neck, Selina blinked and said, "You are such a mystery. Compared to a bat, I think you are more like a ball of yarn, my husband."
"Isn't that just right?" Bruce looked back at her, his blue eyes looking like Selena's, clearer than the sky on the west coast.