"Whew...... ...... "The scorching and bloody breath came from behind him, rolling up a large wave of qi, rushing towards the face, thundering, but when he turned his head, he could only see the boundless darkness, which was rolling faintly, and the bloody breath was approaching step by step.

Running, running frantically, trying with all his might to escape from the engulfment of the fog, like a monster with no end in sight, but his feet didn't seem to have any strength, no matter how much he ran, he still couldn't get rid of the crisis and fear that haunted his heart, and he gasped for breath, only to find that the oxygen was decreasing, and the suffocation made people panic more and more.

Without warning, his feet were in the air, and the impact of the free-fall body slammed into him, and every muscle in his body roared and screamed. But the next moment, he was standing on the stage, in front of him was a bustling crowd, all the audience stood up, clapped their hands vigorously, thunderous applause swept in from all directions, the sound of "popping" was like the echo of the valley, constantly echoing in the ears, and reverberating.

"Drink", gasped suddenly, woke up in a dream, Lan Li sat up with a grunt, his chest rose and fell sharply, the cold oxygen cut into his lungs, the anxious and burning stinging sensation gradually disappeared, and he quickly looked around, only to realize that everything just now was just a dream.

The back was covered with cold sweat, and I didn't know where a cold wind blew from the corner, so I couldn't help but shiver twice in a row, only to realize that my whole body was soaked, and the clothes of last night had not been changed at all, the muscles were sore and the head was heavy, and every cell in my body was full of tiredness after physical exhaustion.

Picked up the glass water cup placed on the bedside table, the sour and weak fingertips almost didn't hold it steady, fortunately, he didn't clumsily knock over the water glass, and poured all the water into his mouth in one go, and the cold feeling filled every cell in his body little by little, and the whole person really recovered.

I lifted the quilt, got out of bed barefoot, then walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet of hot water, and started to put water. The water vapor rose up, the tense muscles were slightly relieved, and the tense nerves were slightly relaxed.

Pressure, after all, is still pressure.

The pressure on the theatrical performances in London's West End is really too great, and every day must be handed over to 100% of the state, and the slightest negligence is not allowed, otherwise it may lead to the failure and failure of the day's performance, not only because of the long six-hour performance, but also because the core and theme of the whole drama fell on Lan Li alone, and before he knew it, the burden had been pounded hard.

Lan Li is a perfectionist, at least above acting, he aspires to perfection. Therefore, in addition to the pressure from the outside world, he is still constantly superimposing pressure on himself, and he needs to self-examine and self-test after each performance.

The consumption of the body is getting bigger and bigger, and it is increasing exponentially, and the mental tension is getting tighter and tighter, and it seems that even the instinct/ability of breathing is gradually forgotten.

After last night's performance, my nerves suddenly relaxed, and the free fall that caught me off guard brought more anxiety and apprehension. All night, Lan Li was dreaming, and the bizarre dreams, from fantasy to reality, became more and more real, and finally simply evolved into a stage.

After putting the hot water, the whole person soaked in it, and the water temperature was slightly hot, so that the skin tingled slightly, but Lan Li enjoyed it, as if he could feel the soreness of his muscles dissolving in the hot water little by little, and even the tiredness was gradually disappearing. The tense emotions finally relaxed at this moment.

Lying in the bathtub, the whole person is completely relaxed, and I fell asleep again in a daze, and after being tired to the extreme, I finally felt comfortable, as if floating above the clouds, bathed in the lazy sun, and enjoying a moment of leisure and freedom.

There was a roar of applause in the ears, echoing slowly, after closing the eyes, the memory fragments of last night seemed to appear in my mind again, the audience stood up, applauded warmly, and endured, the warm and excited applause continued to linger in the ears, hitting the eardrums heavily, as if the blood was boiling.

Stress is inevitable, but it can always be a motivator.

If he could do it all over again, Lan Li would still choose the West End without hesitation, in just over two weeks, he has learned even more than in the past three years, the greater the pressure, the greater the motivation, the more rewarding, fortunately, there are still two and a half months left on the performance contract, he must cherish every next performance and truly enjoy the stage.

Quietly, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose.

"Knock knock", there was a knock on the bathroom door, and Matthew's voice sounded outside, "Lan Li, are you awake? Are you okay?" I came to check Lan Li's condition just now, but found that there was no one on the bed, and the quilt and sheets were wet with sweat.

"I'm fine. Lan Li replied in a loud voice, "I just need a glass of hot milk." After saying that, Lan Li chuckled to himself. Hot milk, the taste of a little one, "Matthew, is it a guest who has arrived?" Otherwise, Matthew would not disturb his sleep time.

"Don't worry, you still have plenty of time. Matthew muttered, then turned to leave.

After staying in the bathtub for about five minutes, Lan Li chose to get up and officially began to take a bath. I fell asleep without freshening up last night, and now my jaw has come out of the green stubble, and now I have to take care of it.

After cleaning up, he changed into a relatively comfortable outfit, and then left the room and went downstairs down the stairs, and then Lan Li showed a look of surprise and smiled dumbly, "Hey, guys, good afternoon?" It was already ten o'clock, and there was not much time left until eleven o'clock.

Obviously, Lan Li didn't expect such a scene, there were so many people gathered in the small apartment, it was like a small private party. Such a picture is reminiscent of Paris, where on a Sunday morning, a group of friends gather to chat, drink, smoke and joke, waste time, waste life, and just talk about topics that are not nutritious.

"Lan Li!" Bill and Tom, who were originally sitting on the sofa, quickly stood up, as if a soldier had seen a commander, and the well-behaved posture really made people laugh.

In addition, Alfonso Cuarón, who was sitting at the dining table, also stood up in a panic, his movements were still a little restrained, he didn't speak, just looked at Lan Li with a smile, and then nervously pulled the hem of his suit, as if he was worried that his demeanor was not good enough.

This made Paul laugh on the side, "Feel free, you don't have to stand up." The previous sentence was said to Alfonso, and then Paul looked at Lan Li, nodded and said hello, "How is it, are you resting well?"

"Good. If I could sleep all day, so much the better. Lan Li quipped, but only Paul laughed happily, and everyone else seemed to be a little restrained, which made Lan Li shake his head, "Hey, Meadow, you make me feel strange like this, relax, I'm not a monster." ”

Looking at Lan Li in front of her, Mei Duo smiled shyly.

Today is Sunday, and after a rare break in the past period, Lan Li has really relaxed.

A smoky gray sweater with black jeans, the sleeves of the sweater are rolled up to the elbows, a slightly curly hair seems to have not been trimmed for a while, the wet hair has loomed to cover the eyebrows, lazy and casual, kind and natural, it seems that they are two people who are completely different from the man on the stage last night.

"Director. Lan Li came to the hall, took the initiative to say hello, pulled out a chair, and sat down next to it.

"Alfonso, you can call me by name. Alfonso said stiffly, hesitated, but sat down.

Matthew left the kitchen, holding a clear glass filled with milk and placing it on the table, the warm milk smoking lightly, the milky sheen of which drew warmth between the wooden top and the brown woven coaster.

Lan Li picked up the milk and took a big sip, feeling a slight warmth in her empty stomach, "Sorry, I seem to be late, everyone has already arrived, and I am the only one who is absent." That's rude. Lan Li chuckled, picked up the plate next to him, and began to add bacon, eggs, and crepes to the plate.

"No, no, no, it's me too early. Alfonso waved his hand, "Are you okay? I mean, are you well?"

"Perfect. Lan Li said with a smile, but he didn't intend to stay on himself, after serving breakfast, Lan Li picked up the plate and milk, "How about we, let's talk outside?" ”

Alfonso nodded hurriedly and picked up his plate.

"Guys, just make this your home. That's what I did. Lan Li teased - this is Matthew's apartment, not his, and then Lan Li invited Alfonso to the balcony outside, and put his things on the big red iron round table, like a coffee house table in the streets of Paris, and sat down face to face with Alfonso.

The Parisian café pays attention to this atmosphere, the small table, the knees of two people touching together, and the ambiguous/ambiguous atmosphere between each other brews little by little in the small talk, which invisibly eliminates the estrangement between strangers.

Bill stood in the hall, stunned, from the appearance of Lan Li to the departure of Lan Li, it was less than three minutes, before he had time to react, Lan Li had already gone outside the balcony, as if ...... It's as if he wasn't a guest, but Lan Li's best friend.

This illusion made Bill happy and stunned, turned his head, and then caught a similar emotion in the eyes of Tom and Meadow. Then, Bill laughed silly.