NovelsAlex Chapter 223 He shouldn't have done that
Chapter 223 He shouldn't have done that
Chapter 223 He shouldn't have done that
Bruce Wayne's pupils brightened immediately, but there was no expression on his face, the faint smile was still on his face.
"You know, this is Gotham."
Bruce Wayne opened his arms and said confidently against the morning wind: "Everyone hates Bruce Wayne.
But, everyone wants to be Bruce Wayne. "
"Ahahahaha, you are right, you are so right."
The man in the car clapped his hands happily as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, tears streaming down his face.
But Bruce Wayne noticed that when his tears flowed, it seemed that they couldn't flow down.
"So, do we know each other, sir?"
Being able to say such a thing at least proves that the other party must have known him before, and there should have been a meeting or even a conversation.
It's just that Bruce didn't retrieve the face from his memory.
"You really forget things, Bruce. It's a sad thing that you forgot your best friend."
The man wiped the tears accumulated in the corners of his eyes, shook his head helplessly, put on a wide-brimmed brown hat, opened the car door from the driver's seat and walked down, came to the other side of the driveway, standing opposite Bruce, the same Opened his hands, turned his back to the direction of the sun, and showed a bright smile: "Thomas Eliot. Bruce, don't tell me you forgot my name."
"Thomas...Tommy! God! You're back Tommy!"
First he showed a thoughtful and puzzled expression, and then Bruce immediately showed an expression of ecstasy. He opened his hands excitedly, laughed and rushed over, hugging the friend he hadn't seen for many years.
"Wow! Bruce, what a truck you are, I mean, what a practice you, my shoulder hurts man."
Thomas Elliott, whom Bruce prefers to call Tommy.
During the only good time in his life when he was young, Bruce had parents and friends like other children.
Tommy is his best friend.
In fact, a rich life did not make young Bruce lose all his troubles.If he was a bully, a bad kid, maybe he would be better off, but Bruce is a pure and kind kid by nature.
The surname Wayne made it difficult for him to be approached by other children of the same age. Some children even brought the same emotions to Bruce Wayne who had no idea what was going on after hearing their parents curse the Wayne family.
He was isolated, squeezed out, and bullied secretly by everyone.
Bruce Wayne is a strong man, and this has been well presented in him even when he is less than ten years old.
Although all this did not cause Bruce Wayne's psychological distortion or other problems, emotions such as depression are always inevitable.
Fortunately, at this time, Bruce Wayne got acquainted with Thomas Elliott who had transferred from another school.
This is the first friend in Bruce's life, and the only one.
Thomas, who was born in the Elliott family, also lived a prosperous life, and his family was not much worse than Bruce's.
The two had almost the same problems, and because of this, the two who also had friends for the first time had a good time, which made both parents very happy.
Thomas is very smart. Bruce was good at strategic games such as chess since he was a child, and he almost never beat Thomas once. Bruce was very happy, and Thomas was also very happy.
They have some of the same family background, the same hobbies, the same age and the same ambitions.
Originally, they should have been friends all along, taking care of each other, from childhood to adulthood, and then to old age.
Then, though, some tragedies occurred.
First, Thomas' father suffered an accidental death, then Bruce's parents both fell in a pool of blood in an alley because of a robbery, and a few years later, Thomas' mother also passed away.
Bruce began to take over the family's business and secrets under the care of the housekeeper Alfred, while Thomas left Gotham sadly and never came back. The two have been separated for more than ten years.
The two who were young at the time are now bearded uncles.
……
"Thomas, where have you been all these years? Don't you miss Gotham, at least you should miss me too."
Sitting on the back of the pickup truck, the two happily chatted about the familiar things in the past, laughed heartily from time to time, teased each other, and blamed each other...
After chatting for a while, Bruce looked at the little friend who was almost unrecognizable, and asked curiously.
"Me? Of course I'm not like you. You have a career in Gotham and the Wayne family's business. You can't get away if you want to leave.
I am different.Over the years, I have traveled almost all over the world. "
Thomas was very happy and carefree, but Bruce felt that he might have accidentally said the wrong thing.
It is true that he was born in the Wayne family and the Wayne Group was going to inherit him, so he was bound in Gotham.But Thomas is also a member of the Elliot family, but...
Because of Thomas' mother's humble background, Thomas' inheritance in the Elliott family...has never been very high.
After his parents left, Thomas chose to go away from Gotham and leave this place. There must be some reasons for this.
"Thomas, why didn't you tell me when you left Gotham?"
Bruce took a can of beer, gulped down half of it, and said with a slight complaint: "You know, no matter what happens, I will definitely help you, just like before."
"Yo? Didn't I always help you in the past? Don't put yourself in the position of the big brother. I'm the big brother, okay?"
"Well, you are the big brother. I was the one who was chasing after school by a big dog, and I was the one crying while running. It was Thomas who saved Bruce. What year was that day..."
"Hey! Your memory is too good! When did you learn to be so yin and yang? Now I have reason to suspect that you secretly raised that dog, and you secretly put it there!"
"Thomas."
Bruce Wayne made a comparison with his hands, and stretched his hands to the extreme of his body: "That dog is so big, it's bigger than me, how could I let it go."
"Maybe it's the dog you pretended to be."
"Yeah...then I won't stare at your ass and bite. At least I won't tear your pants off."
"Hahaha, damn Bruce, can your memory not be so good!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Talking about childhood, talking about those old stories, the two laughed again for a while.There are too many stories between them to recall.
"Oh, my stomach hurts from laughing, I haven't laughed so happily for a long time..."
Thomas lay on his back on the side panel of the carriage, holding a beer, staring at the clouds in the sky, fascinated.
"Thomas..."
"how."
Bruce looked at him, thought for a while, and shook his head: "It's nothing, I just think that you have changed a bit, so I didn't recognize you just now, it's all excusable.
You seem ugly now. "
"You...I knew I couldn't hear anything good from you."
Thomas shook his head helplessly, drank the beer in one gulp, looked at Bruce and said, "You haven't changed much."
"Is it?"
Bruce stroked his stubble, and imagined his current face: "I had so many beards at that time? Is it also with black eye sockets every day?"
"Hahahaha, of course not. I mean, Bruce Wayne, the biggest rich man and playboy in Gotham, you don't think that if I'm not in Gotham, I can't see news reports about you.
Hehe, you are so thick-skinned, I have said so, but you still look very proud.
You are really hopeless. "
Leaving aside the inexplicably proud Bruce, Thomas turned over and jumped out of the car handsomely and smoothly, turned around and got into the driver's seat.
"You want to leave?"
"correct."
Thomas started the car, adjusted the angle of the mirror inside the car, and looked at Bruce with a smile: "I can't sit in the car and chat all the time, I only have two cans of beer, and I've already drank them all.
I'm going home now, let's talk at my house. "
"Thomas..."
"What's the matter, you don't want to?"
"I'm skeptical of your driving skills, and you've been drinking, and I'm a little scared of you driving under the bridge."
"I'm really not convinced by Bruce, who is in the news every month for drag racing fines."
"Yo, you still care about me!"
"So much nonsense, sit down!"
"Hey! You haven't said where your family lives!"
"Don't ask, just ask under the bridge!"
"Hahahahaha!"
The car was driving at a moderate speed, Bruce looked at the bat helmet in his package, thought for a while, and decided not to take it out and call Alfred to inform him.
Thomas' friend is Bruce Wayne, not Batman. It's better not to be discovered by him.
..............................
"Thomas, do you live here now?"
When Bruce got out of the car, he felt a little... panicked.
His own home is on the edge of the city in one direction, Lynn's home is on the other edge of the city, and now, he has come to Thomas' home, here is another edge of Gotham.
"I didn't even know the Elliott family had such a property."
Bruce was standing outside the gate of an ancient stone outer castle that was not inferior to Lynn's house.
"It's all fake, what you see is not all you see."
Thomas' voice came from the side.
"see this."
He pointed to a small iron nameplate nailed to an old mailbox that said...
"Is this a prison cell?"
"It used to be a prison cell."
Thomas looked a little proud: "The first ancestor of our Elliott family was one of the residents of this cell.
And maybe the ancestors of your Wayne family too.
However, this place was bulldozed and transformed into other buildings decades ago, but no one lived in it, and later it was crudely made into some cultural landmark buildings, and no one cared at all, no one came to see it ,later……"
Thomas spread his hands: "Later, it was painted with a layer of paint, and then slightly remodeled, and turned into some kind of castle, huh...
The outside is magnificent, but the inside is still stupid, so of course no one buys it. "
"Oh~"
Bruce nodded with a smile: "If that's the case, then it makes sense. No wonder, no idiot would buy such a house to live in."
"I'm the idiot who bought this house..."
"I know."
…………
After a familiar quarrel, the two pushed open the old door and walked into the big house.
The two talked about the past together, happy and sad.Ideal, dispute.Intimacy, punches at each other...
Those years, those emotions, and those voices have been flowing since childhood... flowing, gradually taking on colors and pictures, and being painted with new colors in a tacit smile, a toast, and a cheer, No more dust.
Bruce is excited to see Thomas.
Moreover, Bruce is actually very curious about what happened to Thomas over the years, because when he left Gotham, he gave up his identity as an heir and did not take any money from the Elliott family, and the Elliott family also because of Losing a smart heir and going from bad to worse, after several years of infighting among the various branch heirs, the situation took a turn for the worse and was quickly divided up by various predators in Gotham.
Speaking of which, the Wayne Group also ate meat from the Elliott family.
And it's the biggest one.
However, it wasn't Bruce's fault. He just went through the normal business procedures and tried his best to keep some assets of the Elliott family from others.
At least for now, the Elliot family's ancestral home is still there, and it has been regularly maintained, just like it used to be.
However, judging by Thomas' current appearance, it seems that he has never been back at all.
"Thomas, where have you been all these years, you can't be the office worker you hate the most~"
"Come on, how can a person like me be an office worker?"
After taking off his coat and changing into comfortable house clothes, Thomas looked exactly like Bruce when he lay back on the sofa.
"Then why did you come back to Gotham all of a sudden? Could it be that you're coming back to get married?"
"Bruce."
"Ok?"
"You're still as annoying as ever."
"Hahahaha!"
"Ugh……"
Holding a can of beer, Thomas looked up at the ceiling again, silent.
Bruce looked at his partner and fell silent.
"Bruce."
"Ah."
"Sometimes, I really envy you."
"Heh, do you envy me that I can pretend to be a big dog?"
"Not really."
Thomas didn't smile, just shook his head.
"Do you remember the day we went to the medical conference together?"
"……Remember."
"Do you remember the day my parents got into a car accident?"
"……Remember."
"Do you still remember the punch I gave you because of this?"
"……I remember."
"Bruce."
"Ah."
"Why, your father wants to save my mother from the operating table...
You know how difficult it is for a ten-year-old child to learn the structure of a car, to break the brakes naturally, to hide from the police who are investigating the case, and to kill his parents at once...
Bruce, you know what.
I punched you not because your father failed to bring my father back.
But because...
He brought my mother back. "
Bruce suspects something is wrong with his ears.
When he looked up at Thomas in astonishment, he saw his old friend crying strangely.
He stared at himself blankly, his tears flowed to the bottom of the skin, making two ugly scars.
The story of Thomas Eliot has three origins. Among them, the third edition, which is the current edition, I personally think it is pure spicy chicken shit, so I use the combination of the first and second editions, which does not affect the reading.
(End of this chapter)