Lan Li hung in the air like this, unable to leave, unable to dodge, and unable to hide, just like this, he showed his vulnerability and embarrassment in front of everyone, but he didn't have the time or heart to worry about this now, and the whole person fell apart like the end of the world.

Bitterness and pain, remorse and despair, sadness and anger...... All the emotions rushed up in one go, the mixed thoughts couldn't be sorted out at all, he began to doubt himself, he began to question himself, he began to hate himself, he even began to deny himself, and when the pain reached the extreme, he couldn't help but start wanting to escape:

If he hadn't been born again, wouldn't it have been so painful?

But the most terrible thing is that he has nowhere to escape now, he is suspended in the air like a display, it seems that even the last bit of fig leaf has been torn off, he has no way to escape the attention of others, he has no way to escape the shackles of his own mind, he can only face the storm head-on.

Even though he was covered in bruises, there was still nowhere to escape.

Lan Li drooped his limbs helplessly and embarrassedly, and he couldn't even raise his hands to wipe the tears on his cheeks, because the helmet of the spacesuit blocked his hands, and the hot tears flowed like this, and even his cheeks began to burn and ach, and his teeth were almost broken, but he still couldn't control the emotion of bursting.

Gradually, tears and breath poured out a rising mist, covering the helmet's visor with a layer of moisture, and then the whole person curled up in his shell like a snail, biting his lower lip hard, faintly tasting a bloody breath, but still swallowing all the sounds in his chest, muffled and moving, hitting the heart like a drumstick.

He, what should he do?

……

There was no sound at all on the whole set, and all eyes looked at Lan Li who was crying so badly that he lost his voice, and the sourness was like a slap in the nose, and his eyes couldn't help but start to redden.

They still thought that Lan Li didn't care, they thought Lan Li was invulnerable, they thought Lan Li was hard-hearted, but their ideas were wrong. It's not that Lan Li is unmoved, it's just that Lan Li is better disguised, under that calm and self-contained mask, the scars full of holes have never been shown, just straightening his waist and striding forward.

Vanity Fair is like this, showing the glamorous side in front of everyone, and then turning that face and figure into an enviable template of happiness, but never showing the dark side behind the light, even those wounds and scars are all covered, and the souls lose themselves on the road to fame.

The scene in front of me is really too cruel.

Especially those staff who questioned Lan Li for being too calm, they couldn't bear to look away, but even if they avoided their eyes, the depression on the scene, the silence without any crying slowly seeped out, and the kind of sad struggle and dullness were so thick and colorful that people were almost out of breath, and they didn't even know what words to use to express their feelings.

People saw Lan Li lose control in a fit of rage and beat Diesel severely, but people didn't see that Lan Li, who was calm and calm, was suffering from his friend's unconscious illness. Some things are not necessarily true, and there are some things that people know as they know the truth but one side of the picture.

But they don't know what to do.

Should they put Lan Li down? Then all the collapse of Lan Li will really be shown in front of everyone.

Should they keep Lan Li hanging? Then Lan Li is left alone to bear all the pain.

Should they turn a blind eye, should they come forward to comfort them, should they be as if nothing happened, should they show concern, or should they turn away and leave a space for Lan Li?

After thinking about it, there is no right answer. Only then did they realize that even themselves, as bystanders, were at a loss at this moment, let alone Lan Li, who was in it? Even if all their imagination was exhausted, the bystanders who had not really experienced it could not fully empathize with them after all, and their comfort and sympathy were just another insignificant injury.

In Studio 18, all work was suspended, and everyone remained silent in their original posture, standing or sitting, collectively falling into silence, full of bitterness but unable to find an accurate way to describe it.

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Christopher's eyes couldn't help but moisten, and he tried to say something several times, but finally closed his mouth, turned his head to look at his wife who was wiping away tears, and silently took his wife into his arms, and the warmth of the two people hugging each other calmed down a little.

"Did we do something wrong?" Christopher whispered into his wife's ear.

Shouldn't they be in such a hurry to get back to work? No matter how hard Thomas Toole urges, they can carry the matter down, no need to put pressure on them, and they don't need to be in a hurry; just now in this scene, Christopher can clearly feel the shock that bursts out from the inside out, which makes people can't help but applaud and applaud wonderfully, but hidden behind the performance, it is a truth that people can't bear to explore.

Emma Thomas gently patted her husband on the back and comforted softly, "Rest assured, Lan Li knows what she is doing." After a moment's pause, "Perhaps, he just needs a little bit of a vent; ”

Christopher didn't say anything more, just sighed lightly, raised his gaze again, and looked at the small figure hanging in the hypercube, at this time, thinking back to the ins and outs of the scene just now, his mood suddenly became mixed, and it was really difficult to describe.

The two working technicians standing on the side of the studio, they were responsible for pulling Weiya and controlling Lan Li's every move in mid-air, and the sudden accident made the two of them a little overwhelmed, not knowing whether to put Lan Li down, but they did not get further instructions, and finally tried to maintain the status quo.

Raising his head and looking at Lan Li, who was isolated and helpless, the two technicians were also sad, and the sighs and helplessness between their eyes could be conveyed without words.

I don't know how long it took, Lan Li's voice came from the radio again, "I'm sorry! Can you put me down first? I need to take care of myself again." The nasal words revealed a trace of unstable vulnerability, and the tail note was still a little trembling, but after all, it maintained its overall state, did not collapse again, and expressed its will in a relatively calm manner.

did not deliberately cover it up, nor did it take the initiative to mention it, but expressed the idea in a direct and roundabout way, which finally lifted the magic in the eighteenth studio, and everyone began to move again, panicked and overwhelmed, even more chaotic than Lan Li, who was the person concerned.

After getting Christopher's consent, the two WIA technicians slowly lowered Lan Li to the ground.

Lan Li just stood in place, without any special movements, waiting for the two technicians to come over and untie Weiya for him, and then for the staff to come and take off his spacesuit and helmet for himself.

The whole process was very long, lasting nearly ten minutes, and the technician and staff were a little nervous, clumsy, and the movement of detachment could not be accelerated, but Lan Li did not panic and irritate, just stood quietly in place, calmly showing his embarrassment and embarrassment in front of everyone.

The bright and beautiful appearance of the moon, on the contrary, the gossip eyes that cast a curious look couldn't help but become shy, and they dodged and looked away, not daring to face Lan Li's face and eyes.

Now Lan Li looks very haggard, with red and swollen eyes, sloppy beard, pale face and gloomy eyebrows, wet hair looks extremely messy, close-fitting quick-drying underwear has long been soaked with sweat, and the exhaustion and helplessness slowly flow out from the depths of his heart;

After Wia and the spacesuit were all taken off, Lan Li nodded to Christopher again, and then took a step, turned around and walked in the direction of the bathroom step by step.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, looking at his pale face, Lan Li gently pulled the corners of his mouth, but then he drooped weakly.

He knew that his current state was very bad, his chaotic mind was uncontrollable, just standing in front of the mirror, his thoughts began to drift, and the helplessness and confusion of being lost were always impacting his mental defense, and if he didn't pay attention, he might completely collapse and burst.

It's like just now.

But he had to tell himself that it was going to be useless, that he needed to pull himself together, that he needed to be convinced, and if even he didn't believe that Paul could come to his senses, then who else could believe that? He needed to be like Paul, to stand firmly behind him at all times, even against the whole world.

He needs to brace his spirits, as this is a battle against death and fate, and his vulnerability and cowardice will only make this battle harder.

Although this is not an easy task, as long as I calm down a little, I can't help but think of Paul lying on the hospital bed again, the fragility that shatters at the touch makes the fear unable to settle down at all, and more importantly, the waist and thighs where Weia is bound begin to ache again, and the bruises that have not completely dissipated seem to start to throb again.

But this is non-negotiable. He must cheer up! He must be strong! He must believe!

This is a promise he owes Paul.

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