"My work, put it aside for now. Maybe I can work overtime at night and weekends. Maybe Harvey is right."
"No," she shook her head. "Dr. Harvey is wrong."
"You deserve better than this," he waved his hand. "You deserve something better than this crappy apartment, a sofa with holes in the cushions, and a thin coat. You deserve better. I'm sorry that I have been blind to it. I want to give you the life you deserve. ."
She took the coat from him and put it back on the sofa. "I have you. My life is beautiful. We work hard for our dreams together. When you are young, you should be poor, you should struggle, you should max out your credit card. I believe in you. I believe in us. Don't Give up your dream for me, Bruce Denman."
"It's over," he said. Before she could say anything, he kissed her lips. He can taste the taste of her strawberry lip balm. "It's over," he murmured. "You don't have to worry anymore. My personal mission is to make you never worry anymore."
He rubbed her arm. She could feel the bruises under his hands. She was very careful and did not flinch. She pressed her forehead to his chest. She desperately asked him what happened at the police house, but now is not the time. When she asked him later, they were lying in sex.
She could hear the smirk in Bruce's voice, "It's ***. This is what you expect," he said. This is Bruce's signal that he doesn't believe in anything Chen Guangcheng does.
He was very careful when he discussed her study course with Sarah. The last thing he wants is to hurt Sarah's feelings, but please, he is a scientist and a doctor first. Chen's actions, even Sarah's actions, seem to have no basis in fact. Bruce either accepts or gives up.
"Then why do you agree with him?"
"For you. I thought he would be more tolerant to you."
"Oh," she said. ""What about the other person? What does he do?"
"He calls himself a dream eater. He seems to practice some kind of ancient hypnotism, which is said to eradicate nightmares."
"Do you think this will work?"
Bruce smiled and said: "Only time can prove everything." Bruce's code can't be in hell.
"What if it succeeds?" Sarah scolded him, touching his ribs lightly.
"I will shout out loud on the roof. He will be my favorite person in this world, second only to you of course."
"He scared me a bit," Sara admitted. "He is quite big."
""Big? I'm as tall as him," Bruce said.
"Then be more intense," Sarah said.
Bruce thought for a while.
"I can see it," he said.
Sarah said nothing. She fell asleep. Bruce turned around and turned his back to her. He stared at the wall next to the bed, counting down from one hundred thousand, and fell asleep willingly. Finally, his body tightened, anticipating the impact. Instead of a normal night's sleep destruction and violent dreams, sleep gently brings him. He slept for twelve hours in a row, which was the first time he did this in his memory.
Sarah woke up Bruce. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked, letting himself intoxicated by the weight of his sleeping limbs. He felt refreshed and relaxed. It's very simple.
He noticed the expression on Sarah's face and sat up in surprise.
"what is this?"
"This is Dr. Harvey," she said. Her face was pale, her eyes were red, and her eyes were full of sadness.
"What about Dr. Harvey?"
"He..." She stopped and said again, "He is dead."
There was a loud noise in Bruce's ears, and he could feel his blood pounding in the jugular vein.
"I'm sorry," she said. She hugged him like a child, resting his head on her chest.
"Mrs. Harvey is calling," she said.
"Tell her I will call her back."
"Bruce, you should..."
"Tell her I will call her back."
"Okay," she said. She reluctantly let him out of the bedroom. Bruce could hear her whispering apologize and condolences to the phone.
He was getting dressed when she returned to the room.
"service hours?"
"Friday," she said.
"So fast?"
"Yes. I will go with you," she said.
"No," he said. "I better go alone."
"But Bruce..."
"are you not going to school today?"
"Yes," she said.
"You should go now. Don't forget to put on your new coat."
"I will tell you when my flight departs," he said. He kissed her on the forehead.
"Goodbye," she said, but he had already left the room.
The people in this auditorium are all drained. Black suits and skirts, sad faces, appeared one after another, immersed in melancholy thoughts, swimming in sorrow. hand in hand. People embrace and support each other. Facing death and death is so touching.
Bruce was sitting in the middle of everyone, just another face in the crowd. His hands slid on his knees, feeling the fabric of his only suit.
When the crowd filed around the stage, Dr. Harvey's photo montage technique formed a circle on the screen on the right side of the stage. A person's life is in less than thirty pictures.
Bruce appeared in several movies. Posing with a smirk. If he knew when taking pictures that these photos were destined to be part of Dr. Harvey’s death montage, maybe he would try to make his smile less silly, more serious, and more suitable for their final occasion.
This university pays tribute to an amazing character. Dr. Harvey has been a tenured professor for decades. Thousands of people participated in this event. Dr. Harvey deserves the same treatment. He moved so many young people with humor, elegance and wisdom.
There are a lot of tears.
A reception was being held next to the auditorium, Bruce could hear the buzzing from the partition wall, and people came out of the auditorium and into the reception hall.
He sat for a long time. The montage of this photo is played in a loop over and over again.
He appeared in seven of the photos. Different ages. He waited for the day he graduated from medical school. Dr. Harvey was standing next to him, his arms wrapped around Bruce's back. His smile is so proud. The photo faded, replaced by another photo of Dr. Harvey. Bruce decided to wait again. It came and went. Again.
Bruce forgot the time. He is the only soul figure in the auditorium.
He could not leave.
He just sat like this until Mrs. Harvey walked over and sat next to him. She took his hand and said, "You should sit with me. You are a family."
Bruce can't look her eyes directly. He didn't want to see her sad. He couldn't bear to see her loss and pain. He didn't want to see part of her missing from her face. He knew that anyone who looked at him could see it, a hollow, an abyss. He felt that he was about to collapse.
She was here to comfort him, but in fact the opposite was true. He should comfort her. He needs to become stronger.
"He loves you," she said.
"I know," Bruce said. "I love him too."
She rubbed his hands. Her hands were cold and slippery.
Bruce finally glanced at her. He forced himself to meet her eyes. To his great relief, there was no expression on her face. He could look at her calm face. He let her calmness wash him, as calm as her hands.
"I said something terrible to him," Bruce shook his head. He was anguished for his crimes, "I am arrogant."
Mrs. Harvey nodded. "It's okay, Bruce."
"I tried to apologize, but he never called me back."
"He is a proud man," she said. "Just like you."
"He should accept my apology," Bruce said, turning his gaze to the floor.
"Yes, it may be true," she said. "Only movies and books have a clean ending. Not in real life. You have tried your best. He has tried your best. We all try to do our best. I know, I know that he loves you like a son. He loves you like a son. You are proud."
Bruce shook his head. This is not enough.
"Would you like to go to the reception with me? Grab my arm so I don't fall?"
"Yes, ma'am," Bruce said. He stood up and stretched out his arm, and she grabbed it.
She looked up at him and smiled: "You look so much like him."
"No," Bruce said. "He is better than me."
"Interesting," she said. "When I said this to him, he said the same thing to you."
Dr. Harvey's old friend and lawyer Chalmers Willingham blocked Bruce in the bathroom.
Chalmers lost his dear friend and was heartbroken. This is easy to infer, because when Wellingham was washing his hands in the bathroom sink, he whispered to himself: "Oh, my dear, dear friend."
Wellingham cried openly, which made Bruce feel very uncomfortable.
"Mr. Wellingham," Bruce nodded. He walked to the toilet exit and decided not to wipe his hands, because the only working hand dryer was now occupied by the crying person. He murmured: Esq.'s Char Moss Wellingham.
"Bruce, dear boy, wait a minute," he said panting.
Bruce froze, gave up halfway, and is now completely caught. He turned and murmured, facing Mr. Willingham, waiting for the old man to continue to dry his hands.
Once, every drop of water on Wellingham's hand was wiped clean with a hand dryer, and he turned to Bruce.
"He meant it for you, Bruce," Wellingham's hands were too dry, and when he reached into his coat and took out a sealed envelope, his hands were completely dry.
"It's so sad," he said, handing the envelope to Bruce.
"Yes," Bruce accepted the envelope and agreed.
Bruce's name is written on the front of the envelope with Dr. Harvey's heart. Dr. Harvey is very accurate in everything, including writing.
When Bruce saw Dr. Harvey writing his name neatly, his heart was in his throat. That's it. It certainly is. Dr. Harvey finally decided to accept Bruce's apology. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)