"Get out of the car!"

Adam's voice was like a boat in a storm, trying his best to maintain balance, but it was crumbling in the stormy seas, and the tense emotions could fall apart at any time, and the temperature of the air began to slowly rise. The waves of emotions came one after another, and even he couldn't tell the details of those emotions clearly: anger, sadness, madness, regret, despair, loss, bitterness, confusion?

Maybe it's both, maybe it's neither. But the only thing he knew was that the volcano was about to erupt. If Kyle doesn't leave, he doesn't know what he's going to do.

"Adam!" Seth was still nagging tirelessly, trying to express his emotions, but Adam couldn't help it, and his violent and surging emotions completely broke down, and he frantically swung his fist at Kyle, "Get out! Get out! me off!" The fierce fists, like raindrops, were merciless and unrelenting, and they fell down one after another.

"Don't hit me!" Seth was almost powerless to fight back, this was not a plot written in the script, and the sudden outburst caught him completely off guard, and he had no ability to parry.

Although his mouth was unrelentingly roaring, "I won't let you do this!" tried to crash over, fend off the crazy attack, but to no avail, the whole person retreated again and again, and finally the whole person rolled out of the passenger seat like a leather ball, and watched Adam close the car door, setting off a strong gust of wind.

"Jesus Christ!man!" Seth yelled at the last of his feet into the carriage, but was still locked out mercilessly, watching Adam drop the door lock, and cursed in frustration, "Damn it!"

Standing outside, a cold wind blew, and Seth shivered, and then another, and another.

At this time, he realized that his back was completely soaked - the scene of driving just now was completely improvised, he was really scared to pee, and felt that his underwear seemed to be a little wet, the fear of life and death, and the fear of hanging by a thread, tearing his heart without any discount, he sincerely believed that it was Adam who was sitting behind the wheel.

That's ridiculous, isn't it?

Seth's mind was so clear that he knew it was Seth Rogan, but it wasn't Lan Li who was sitting in the driver's seat, but Adam, and he didn't have the slightest suspicion. What's even more incredible is that his lines, his reactions, and his performances, driven by Lan Li, naturally blend with Kyle, and the whole scene is filmed heartily and smoothly.

Even himself, the boundaries between reality and illusion, disappear in this moment.

Bending down and looking at Adam in the driver's seat, Seth suddenly felt a sense of sadness. It can't be contained.

The storm pushed Kyle out, and Adam gasped for air, but even so, his chest was still like a boiling crater, gurgling, surging emotions, and countless memories came to mind—

The first time I attended a friend's funeral, the first time I smoked, the first time I looked for sex in a bar, the first time I was betrayed and abandoned by my girlfriend, the first time I saw falling hair in the palm of my hand, the first time I felt sympathy and pity in the eyes of others, the first time I vomited because I was lying next to the toilet, the first time I underwent chemotherapy, and the first time I learned that I had cancer......

All the fragments of memories were crowded together and disappeared in an instant, leaving only one piece of news: a volcanic eruption on Mount Moa, located in the Savai'i Highlands, that spewed out black plumes of dust and smoke four miles high. Initial reports suggested that activity at Mount Moa was declining, but now analysts can already determine that activity at the volcano is actually intensifying.

It's such a trivial, irrelevant piece of news. However, it slammed into his chest.

He was like that volcano, silent for a long time, suppressed for a long time, quiet for a long time, accumulated all his strength, and burst out heartily, as if the last trace of energy in the depths of his soul was released without reservation, and when the eruption was over, he would be eclipsed, and little by little he would regain his calm, and completely die silent.

Death. He died quietly, like volcanic ash, floating in the air, and finally completely precipitated and dissipated, leaving no trace.

But, he didn't want that, he didn't want to die like this.

He longs for another eruption, he longs for the eruption like this volcano, an eruption is just a turning point on the road of life, after this eruption, he will recharge his strength, start a new eruption again, and gradually embark on a new path of life. This is not a symbol of decline, but a turning point of renewed strengthening.

He longed for it like never before.

At this time, the emotions suppressed in his chest are like the crater of Mount Moa, the roaring sound is constantly stirring in his ears, constantly roaring, constantly surging, he has been suppressing, lest an explosion become the end, worrying that a release will become the end, and a bloom of fear will become nothingness. However, he couldn't hold it back.

What's even more ridiculous is that when he watched this TV news, he was stunned by the spectacle and grandeur of the eruption. The empathetic sigh and the regret of staying out of it swirled in the eyes, and the shallow warmth covered the depths of the eyes with a thin layer of mist, but it could not condense.

He wanted to climb the rolling mountains, he wanted to see the volcanic eruptions up close, he wanted to walk through the precipitous rainforest, he wanted to stand on the crest of the rough waves, he wanted to fall freely from the sky to appreciate the steepness of the coastline, he wanted to feel his insignificance in the storm, he wanted to look up and watch the volcanic ash fall slowly in the mountains......

But he could only sit on the sofa at home and watch the news, he was pressed to the hospital couch and undergo chemotherapy, and he could only stand helpless and wait for the trial.

Before he had time to appreciate the wonders of this world or taste the taste of life, his life was about to be declared.

At this moment, all the fragments of memories erupted like a kaleidoscope. But just now, he couldn't think of anything he wanted to do in his mind, so he just blurted out, "Drive." Obviously his life has just begun, and there are countless things waiting for him to explore and conquer, but the night before the operation, the only thing he can think of is driving.

Unwillingness, anger, bitterness, bursting on the tip of the tongue, regret, despair, pain, constantly pounding in the chest, helplessness, depression, dullness, ripples in the mind.

The heat in his lungs gradually began to get out of control, and he was almost out of breath, opening his mouth wide and trying to breathe, but he couldn't feel any oxygen, and he only felt that the whole person was swollen to the extreme, and he was on the verge of exploding at any time. Holding the steering wheel with both hands, the green tendons burst open, and with all his strength to suppress it, the steering wheel was almost crushed, but it was still precarious.

He can no longer be suppressed, just like the erupting Mount Moa volcano. But he didn't know if this would be his last outburst.

"Ahh

Roaring, mad roaring, clutching the steering wheel, pouring all the emotions and anger into his hands, but still unable to control the bubbling emotions, "Ah!" he burned his life, burst out all the color, all the gorgeous, all the dazzling, and then the whole world fell into black and white little by little.

But even so, it was not enough.

"Ahhh

He grabbed the steering wheel tightly, his whole muscles exploded, and his upper body pressed forward like a drowning man's desperate cry for help, "Ah!" Does anyone hear his cries for help? Can anyone hear his roar? Can anyone hear his unwillingness and despair? Can anyone hear his depression and pain?

Tears filled his eyes, but before they could gather into drops, they had already been evaporated by the scorching anger and boiling despair, leaving only a faint red mark next to the eyes, as if the fiery clouds that remained in the sky after a volcanic eruption were gently fainted, and then sparsely fell to the place where the sea and the sky meet.

"Ahh

Seth, who was standing outside the car window, quietly looked at Adam, who was crazy and cathartic, his mouth involuntarily opened slightly, his emotions stagnated between his chest and throat, as if blocking the passage of breathing, and the whole person floated in mid-air, unable to go up but unable to get down.

He knew that Adam had cancer, he knew that Adam was about to face surgery, he knew that Adam's life was in a sensitive period, he knew, he knew, but he never could empathize, because he was not the person concerned, and he didn't try to understand Adam's emotions, but he never knew that hidden under Adam's calm expression, there was such a surging emotion, an instantaneous eruption, even more violent than a volcano.

At this moment, Seth felt the coming of death like never before, and seemed to be around the corner of the street, with a scythe in his hand and an expressionless look at Adam. He tried to stop the Grim Reaper, he wanted to help Adam regain his senses, but his steps were pinned to the spot and he couldn't move.

Seth blinked, hiding the warmth around his sockets, and pursed his lips slightly, only to taste the bitterness that filled his mouth. I can't bear to keep watching.

Heartily, the emotions were finally vented, Adam leaned feebly on the steering wheel, gasping for breath, the thick night began to slowly penetrate, gradually eating away at all the light around him, the world was becoming dark, and the fragile shoulders seemed to be crushed and destroyed at any moment.