The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1246 The Farm of Justice (35)
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 executive standing in front of the desk looked even worse than Thomas, and it could be said that his hair was already grey.

"Mr. Wayne, the company's financial situation this quarter is already very worrying. I know that you are actively looking for income, but the shortage of liquidity has caused many businesses of the company to shrink..."

"Okay, I got it, try to find a way to persist for another quarter, by the way, send over the project materials that are still in the expansion period, and I'll see if there is anything that can be optimized."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and a middle-aged lady in a professional suit walked in. She nodded to the treasurer, then looked at Thomas and said, "Mr. Wayne, I'm sorry, I have to remind you , your personal doctor called again to emphasize to me that you cannot work without sleep for three consecutive days, it 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 materials for me."

Thomas stood up and walked to the French window, put his hands in the pockets of his suit and looked down. The lady stepped forward and walked across from him, looked at him and said, "Thomas, we have known each other for almost 20 years. Heman and I are very happy to hear that you are back."

"Of course, Melinda, you are the best personal assistant I have ever met, and you have helped the Wayne family a lot since I left, but I didn't expect you to choose to be with Herman in the end. I thought , that German will be the winner."

Thomas showed a smile, looked at Melinda and teased, but the serious lady didn't mean to be joking at all, she stared into Thomas' eyes and said, "Thomas, look what you are doing now, you are committing suicide .”

"From the garbage bag of the janitor who walks out of your office with a dozen cans of energy drinks in it, you dare not let me continue to be your personal assistant because you know that I will not allow you to ask for more than one day. 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, and I want to make up for it now, even if it's not to make up for my own regrets, I will never Will allow the work of my life to end in poverty and ruin."

Melinda lowered her head and sighed, "It's not that Little Wayne didn't do well enough, it's just that he wants too much."

After finishing speaking, the lady with traces of her youthful beauty on her face turned her head to look at the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

It’s raining again in Gotham today, just like every day, thick clouds climb over from the skyline, pressing on everyone’s head, the fine rain line is like a chain that binds the soul, every pedestrian walking on the road They all walk on the score line of playing sad music, and their steps are heavier than the fingers of the pianist pressing the accent.

"Do you think he is doing useless work?" Thomas lowered his eyebrows and asked the person opposite him 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 away with time and return to the original point." Mei Lin Da shook his head.

"If you have experienced more desperate moments, you will know how amazing these small changes are." Thomas looked at the city without any sadness or despair. Surprises beyond human comprehension are like seeing the first sprouts 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 to do this. You should cherish the life you got back by narrowly escaped death."

"The meaning of life is not the length."

Melinda looked angrily and helplessly at the sophistry Thomas, and when the two were still arguing about this issue, suddenly the light in the room became brighter.

The two were stunned at the same time, and 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 the lights seemed a little 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 couldn't adapt to the dazzling light, and she burst into tears in an instant.

Thomas was more like a vampire that was about to be sunburned. It can be said that he took a few steps back in a panic and hid in the shadow of the edge wall, but soon, these shadows disappeared.

The sunlight coming in from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows with almost no frame made the darkness invisible, and all the furniture in the room was illuminated, leaving only eye-catching white.

Facing the strong light, Thomas saw through the fingers used to block the sun, a bright spot of light spread out in the center of the thick dark cloud, and after that, layers of ripples swayed, dispelling the darkness, and the sky light descended.

The very bright sunlight at noon shines in along the circular cloud hole. At this moment, people understand what the shape of light is like.

The cylindrical beam of light projected to the center of the city, and then became bigger and bigger, swinging through the entire city like a storm.

In Gotham, where it has just rained, all the buildings have been washed clean by the rain. When the sun shines on it, they are as bright as diamonds scattered on the ground.

When the humid air is baked by the sun, the unique smell of fresh air after the rain rushes into the nostrils, like a blues saxophone played to the middle.

In the bright daylight that never came to this city, everyone's panicked expressions were 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 of water shining in the sun, the water droplets reflecting stars on the road signs, and the tiny but very dense shadows under the shop windows at the corner.

Everyone made a very unified movement again, that is to look up at the sky and directly at the sun.

No one knows whether the tears that often fill their eyes come from the bright stars hanging high in the sky, or whether they may also come from the hot and surging blood that beats in their chests this ordinary afternoon when the heavy rain stops. 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 under the sunlight were exquisite like models, and they hadn't even appeared in his dreams.

So, like a little boy who saw his dream toy in the window for the first time, this man over half a century old stood on tiptoe, turned around in a panic, pushed away the chair in front of him, and rushed out. The door to the office.

He couldn't remember the location of the elevator and stairs at all, and he had forgotten his hidden identity long ago. He just instinctively rushed to the brightest window in the corridor, gathered his strength to jump, and jumped out.

The flying hook line drew an arc across the blue sky, and the heat from the sunlight shining on Thomas made him clearly feel the existence of the high-altitude wind.

Like a free-flying bird, he fell from a tall building, then swung high, and 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.

How many stars there are in this universe are not as partial to the sun as human beings, nor as partial to human beings as the sun. The most romantic poems that human beings sing about the sun all write that they shine on each other.

Thomas stood quietly on the roof like this, 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 a corner hit him, but he didn't hide, because he saw that when the splashed water flew into the air, it looked like scattered pearls.

Suddenly, a sense of urgency filled Thomas's heart, and he began to gallop down the street, ignoring the mud and water splashing on his trousers.

Straight across the street, stopped at the intersection, Thomas turned his head left and right, and within the range of vision, caught what he was looking for, quickly waved his arms, took a step, and rushed to a Before the red phone booth.

Thomas opened the door of the phone booth with some violent movements, picked up the receiver with trembling hands, and pressed the dial key with the same trembling fingertips.

At this moment, he stopped there as if the pause button had been pressed. Thomas swung his fist vigorously, smashed it on the glass of the phone booth, and cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth.

He looked back at the bright sky over the alley again and whispered, Bruce, Bruce, where are you? "

Thomas walked out of the phone booth, and when he looked into the distance again, he saw a stretch of new buildings in the East District on the blue skyline.

Suddenly, Thomas' tensed arms relax, the anxiety is gone, and he's no longer anxious to show Bruce.

Because he saw that in the corridors of those buildings, children rushed past in groups, and the laughter and screams were mixed together, which was more intense than the exclamation.

These new spring seedlings didn't stay for more than a minute for the sudden good weather, and laughed and went about their own business again.

For they live in a solid, spacious building with many lights, light is not an uncommon luxury to them.

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 only realized today that he would be panting.

Barry lay on the fence on the roof of the Rodriguez Manor, looking at the dark clouds that were slowly closing due to the withdrawal of energy, and said with some regret: "Unfortunately, this consumes too much energy and is not permanent."

"Maybe, for the group of vampires in Gotham, an hour in the sun every day is what they want." Lex also leaned on the guardrail and said: "With the sun, it also saves energy, and it can Let me write an extra thesis chapter on the Necessity Discourse."

"But, professor, you really don't plan to let Bruce come back and take a look?" Lex turned to look at Schiller who was standing aside, and asked, "Didn't he dream of seeing the sun in Gotham?"

"Then let him dream."

The last ray of sunlight shone on Schiller's gray pupils, looking in along 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, and Bruce walked out of the elevator, walked around a corner along the circular corridor, turned in from the second intersection, and came to a room door.

"Password." Schiller's slightly indifferent voice came.

"I hate papers."

With a "click", the door opened, and 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 reappeared, a bright city appeared before his eyes.

Over the village of Vicara in Mexico, Clark carefully hugged Bruce, turned his head and complained to Diana who was flying aside:

"...I just said that his injury was not fully healed, and he couldn't stay up late to work. Sure enough, he just leaned on the ridge to rest for a while, and then fell asleep like that."

Diana shook her head helplessly, followed Clark's gaze to look at Bruce's face.

The young man's long eyelashes trembled slightly in the wind, his brows and eyes drooped, like a baby snoring softly in the cradle, soundly asleep.

(End of this chapter)