I’m in Hollywood

Chapter 241 – Come and take a look

Soon, Elizabeth emerged from the room dressed in a bright pink collared windbreaker, carrying a folding umbrella in her hand: “Eric, let's go.”

Eric shook his head: “This outfit won't do, don't you have a dark blue checkered windbreaker? Go change into that one.”

Elizabeth curiously glanced at Eric and defended, “It's not that cold today, that one is a bit thick.”

“Then don't follow me.” Eric shook his head and was about to leave, but Elizabeth quickly grabbed Eric: “Okay, okay, I'll go change it.”

Because he was unfamiliar with the roads, Eric looked at the map while driving a rented car, bumping along the way, and it took him an hour and a half to reach his destination.

Elizabeth looked outside the car and then looked at the map again.
She couldn't tell for a moment, so she asked, “Eric, is this the volunteer park? What are we doing here?”

Eric shook his head.
“Take a closer look; the park is on the south side.”

The girl looked outside the car carefully for a few moments, her eyes suddenly widening and her neck shrinking: “This is a graveyard; oh, oh, oh, I shouldn't have come with you if I had known.”

“You can wait here.” Eric didn't force it either; he said it lightly and got off the car.

Elizabeth looked at Eric's back with a strange look on her face and hesitated for a moment before getting out of the car and following him up.

Eric bought a bouquet of flowers from the florist by the cemetery and asked the shopkeeper a few questions.
The shopkeeper, who clearly had been asked this before, immediately took out a small map of the cemetery and warmly gave Eric a few pointers.

Elizabeth also heard words like “Bruce Lee” from the conversation between the two people, and followed Eric into the cemetery.
After a while of walking, she exclaimed, “Oh, I remember now, that…
Bruce Lee.”

Eric, walking ahead, turned and gave the girl a stare.
“Be quiet.
Don't forget where we are.”

The girl immediately covered her small mouth, looked around, stuck out her tongue, and quickened her pace to follow up.

Eric turned a few corners from the entrance, heading west, and quickly saw a deep red tombstone, confirming it was the same one the shopkeeper had told him about.
Eric then walked over.

Elizabeth followed, looking at the photograph on the tombstone and pulling on Eric's arm: “What are we doing here?”

“Look,” Eric whispered, stepping forward and crouching by the black tombstone sculpture, placing the bouquet in his hand beside the tombstone.

Elizabeth quietly crouched down, looking at Eric's concentrated profile.
She could clearly feel some inexplicable emotion emanating from the man, neither sadness nor nostalgia.
Occasionally, a hint of a smile would appear at the corner of his mouth, as if he had thought of something funny.

Eric did not hide his emotions, but he did not explain anything to the girl either.
Since he had come to Seattle, he might as well come and take a look.
He wasn't a die-hard fan of Bruce Lee, but his emotions towards Bruce Lee's movies may be more pure than those who called themselves die-hard fans.

Don't even speak of this lifetime; even in the last lifetime, by the time he was born, Bruce Lee had already passed away.

Eric was still a little kid who didn't understand anything when he first watched a Bruce Lee movie.
It was in the mid 1980s, a friend's father made money from his business.
They bought a VCR, so a bunch of kids would go to that friend's house after school to watch videos every day.
That was also when Eric first watched Bruce Lee's 《Fist of Fury》, which was the movie that the group of friends liked the most among the few VHS tapes they had, so they watched it the most.

Every time after watching, a group of little guys would be making loud noises in the alleys, imitating the moves from the movie, making simple double-ended sticks with wooden sticks and ropes, and often playing the role-playing game that kids from that era often played, arguing over who could play Chen Zhen.

As age increased, the amount of information accepted also increased, and it was easy to watch movies.
But the pure joy of childhood could not be found anymore.
Although many years have passed, even wrong reincarnations, Eric can still clearly remember every detail of 《Fist of Fury》, which is an emotional memory that can bring a smile, not a cold memory from a computer hard drive due to time travel.

After squatting in front of the tombstone for a while, Eric stood up and took two steps back, bowing slightly to the tombstone.
Seeing Elizabeth, who was unwilling but still followed his example, Eric finally smiled and said, “Okay, let's go.”

“Hmm,” Elizabeth still occasionally glanced at Eric with a questioning look, and followed Eric onto the concrete road.
The girl blushed and took a deep breath, then stepped forward and grasped Eric's arm.
In Eric's questioning gaze, the girl softly said, “You're walking too fast; I can't keep up.” There seemed to be a different meaning in the girl's tone when she said this.

“Oh, then I'll go slow.” Eric hadn't completely shaken off the emotions in his mind, so he didn't realize the other meanings in the girl's words and just nodded, letting the girl hang on to him.

Until she got into the car after leaving the cemetery, Elizabeth still couldn't muster up the courage to ask her doubts, and of course, Eric couldn't answer her questions voluntarily.

“Are you hungry? I'll take you to get something to eat.” Eric looked out the window at the light rain that was beginning to fall and asked Elizabeth, who was in the passenger seat.

The girl finally rolled her eyes and said, “I haven't had a full meal in days.”

“Then I'll take you out for a big meal to make up for it,” Eric laughed as he started the car.
“Where do you want to go after lunch?”

Elizabeth thought for a moment and then shook her head.
Eric tentatively asked, “What about Washington University? It's not far from here.”

“Washington University will be better when spring arrives, when we can see the cherry blossoms.
There isn't much to look at now.”

Eric unconsciously thought of Japan, but he never thought that on the other side of the distant ocean there was a school famous for its cherry blossoms.

“What about going to the Space Needle?” Eric asked again.
Although Seattle often appears in movies, Eric really didn't know what attractions there were in Seattle; besides Bruce Lee's resting place, Eric only knew of the Space Needle.

“No, I'm from Manhattan; I'm sick of climbing the Empire State Building.”

Eric finally shrugged: “Okay, let's go back after we have lunch, and I have some things to take care of.”