A lifesaver. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The doctor in front of me was the only straw. He knew that the doctor was a liar, deceiving him that everything would be fine, deceiving him that the future could still be expected, deceiving him that things were not as serious as imagined, but ...... What if?

What if.

The desire to survive began to burn in the bottom of his eyes, and he was not alarmed, but there was a turbulent undercurrent, "But I will be fine." ”

He heard his own voice, and tried to keep his composure, but there was an irrepressible tremor, although he himself did not understand what it meant, nor did he understand what situation he was facing. Since he's in the hospital, the only way to get out of this situation is: get better, right?

Andrew had to look up, and then he saw the eyes of Mu Ran, as deep as the vast night sky, but there was not the slightest light to be seen. He searched hard, but he couldn't catch any breath of life, that kind of majestic and majestic nothingness, terrifyingly empty, as if it were ...... It was as if he was now strangling that soul with his own hands.

This choked his words, swirling on the tip of his tongue, and he couldn't bear to avoid his gaze again, but in the corner of his gaze, he could see the fragile shoulders, the tense muscles, the confusion, surprise, confusion and anger that burst out of his body, silent and silent, but piercing through the clouds and cracked stones.

He is pronouncing the death sentence of a man.

"Isn't it?" Andrew didn't speak, so Adam spoke again, his voice was very calm, even too calm, like a glacier under the ground, there was not even a hint of breeze, and the gentle voice was so light that it seemed to shatter at the slightest touch, even a little exertion.

Andrew's heart couldn't help but contract, as if the rope of hope was in the palm of his hand, and with a little force, the rope would be cut directly, and then he watched him fall into endless darkness. This made Andrew's words involuntarily stuck in his throat, as if he had swallowed a large mouthful of sand, and it was so jerky that it hurt.

He avoided his gaze and pretended to write something on the report, but found that this action was meaningless, and he could only raise his hands uncomfortably, "If you want someone to talk to...... Our hospital has some excellent social workers and psychologists who are experts in psychological counseling and can provide some help. ”

Once again, the doctor avoided the gaze, again the doctor avoided the topic, and once again the doctor avoided contact.

He finally understood that this was the way it was. So, the shoulders were reinvigorated, but failed, and they sat in place with a blank face, their brains stopped turning, their blood stopped flowing, and even their breathing stopped rising and falling.

Time, at this moment, stops like this, as if a colorful butterfly stops on the fingertips, and then time pulls the colors away little by little, and finally the painting is black and white, which is heartbreaking.

"Cards!"

Jonathan's rough voice rang out on the set, the bitterness of his throat almost coughed, he stood up, trying to say something, but the bitterness in his mouth was not coming out at all. He had to open his mouth and breathe heavily, and that breathless depression and despair permeated the entire set.

It's not sadness, it's not pain, he doesn't want to cry at all, but it's just dull, so stuffy that it makes people panic, and it's so stuffy that people want to escape, just want to turn around and get out of here, breathe a little fresh air, as if he has witnessed the color world degenerate into a black and white space, beating his chest, covering his mouth and nose, muffling his sound, unable to move, but his chest is burning hot.

I want to do something, but I don't know how to do it.

It wasn't until this moment that Jonathan really felt what cancer was.

When standing in the standpoint of a bystander, people will always have the illusion that it is just something so-and-so, so why make a fuss:

It's just a foul word, it's not a knife, it's just a text message, it's not a personal injury, it's just a failure, it's not the end of the world, it's just cancer, it's not death on the spot.

Because this happened to other people, I always didn't empathize, I always guessed the feelings of others with my own thoughts, and then thought, "It's not a big deal, if it was me, it wouldn't be like this." As a result, people like to stand on the high ground, condescendingly make speeches, and give their pity and criticism.

The same is true for cancer.

Everyone knows how terrible cancer is, but after 30 years of development, cancer is no longer an incurable disease, and when I learn that other people have cancer, my heart will be very heavy and sad, but after all, I still can't feel the pain of my skin. Even the closest friends, the closest lovers, the most dear loved ones, are no exception.

Because, that's not real.

But just now, at this very moment, Jonathan really felt the shock of "cancer".

It's cancer, cancer that can destroy a person's life, and even if there are relatively effective control drugs now, even if a small number of people have been cured now, it's still cancer, a cancer that represents the sickle of death. The real touch makes the blood cold and cold, as if you can clearly see the whole world falling apart.

Even Jonathan, who was standing behind the monitor, couldn't bear it, let alone Andrew, who played the opposite role?

Jonathan turned around, and then saw that everyone in the crew looked away, pretending to look elsewhere, but there was a sourness in the calm and calm atmosphere that could not be vented. Even Will was no exception.

Originally, Jonathan wanted to ask Will, what was his mental activity at that time, and did Lan Li's performance meet expectations? But now, Will's movements are the best answer, and there is no need to ask questions at all, Jonathan can feel the deep fluctuations in his heart from Will's mixed look.

So, Jonathan withdrew his gaze, turned his head to look at Lan Li, cleared his throat, and said in a loud voice, "Let's shoot from another angle." This is equivalent to saying that he passed the one he just shot.

"Wait. However, Lan Li spoke out to stop the crew's next move, which made everyone's eyes fall on Lan Li.

Lan Li sat in his chair at this time, motionless, as if he had lost control of his body.

In the short scene just now, the emotions were so turbulent that he almost couldn't breathe, and the realism of breaking time and space was so real that all the situations were out of control.

He knew that at that moment, he was not Adam, he was Chu Jiashu.

The nightmare struck again, and the long ten years were still like a toxin, deeply buried in the depths of the soul, and never disappeared. There was no freedom, no hope, no sunshine, not even darkness, no despair, no sorrow, he didn't even have the courage to break himself. Pitiful, pathetic, but ridiculous.

Even though Jonathan interrupted the shooting and interrupted his thoughts, he still couldn't get rid of the coldness that went deep into the bone marrow, he kept telling himself that he was not Chu Jiashu, he had won a new life, he had gotten rid of the entanglement of nightmares, but his muscles were still terrifyingly stiff, and he was almost about to lose his senses.

Finally, his fingers moved slightly, which made him let out a long breath, and the realism of reality warmed his blood again, and he felt his limbs again.

"Can I go back to the performance just now?" Lan Li's voice was a little hoarse and a little low, sounding very calm, but there were too many emotions hidden for people to tell the difference.

Jonathan looked at Seth, and he didn't quite understand the point of the request - for comedy, they don't pick out the details of the performance, it's more about controlling the rhythm of the performance. So, if the rhythm is right, then there is no problem, and Jonathan rarely watches the replay.

After receiving Seth's affirmative answer, Jonathan shrugged his shoulders in the affirmative, "Why not?"

Lan Li didn't stand up immediately, he seemed to be adjusting to his body, this familiar and unfamiliar feeling, as if he had started to breathe again after drowning, and had to breathe heavily on his own, as if he had forgotten how to breathe through his nose.

After a while, Lan Li stood up, and the slightly warmed blood flowed in his limbs, but it still did not completely ease the stiffness of his muscles, which made his movements a little clumsy, like a robot.

Under the bewildered gaze of Jonathan, Seth and the others, Lan Li walked to the back of the monitor, and then began to watch the replay of the performance just now.

In fact, this performance is not long, it is only 70 seconds from beginning to end, and this is not a long shot in one shot, Jonathan arranged four camera positions to capture the picture from different angles and different depths of field, and then supplemented with close-ups and close-ups to complete the entire 70-second plot sequence.

The replay was over quickly.

Jonathan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows again, even after watching it again, he still felt extremely shocked. The kind of delicate performance that goes deep into the bone marrow, has a strong ability to explain and explain, and there is no need to interpret too much at all, the plot of the story is already in front of you, and this performance skill is indeed impressive.

Moreover, it is worth mentioning that Lan Li also interspersed some small humor in the performance, such as, "Did you just speak English?" This line actually often appears in comedy, used to mock the other party for speaking too professionally, and sometimes it is also used to mock otaku who like superhero comics;

Jonathan really liked the performance just now, the style was a little dramatic, but it was just right.

"No, I don't like it. However, Lan Li's words came from his ears, and Jonathan's smile couldn't help but stiffen, he frowned, and looked at Lan Li with a surprised face, "What?"

Jonathan thought he was hallucinating.

Unexpectedly, Lan Li shook his head again and said categorically, "This performance is terrible. ”