Frozen in place, before he realized it, before reason could make a judgment, Alfonso Cuarón had burst into tears, the well-flowing tears completely blurred his vision, leaving only a blank and stunned, and the shock rippled in the halo.

He knew, and now he finally really knew, the relationship between Ryan and his brother, the estrangement between Ryan and his family, the dependence between Ryan and his dreams, and the regret between Ryan and his brother's children...... From getting rid of social attributes to returning to social attributes, from being above life to returning to the origin of life, on the road of chasing truth, after going around a big circle, and finally returning to the original point again.

It's like...... It seems that mortals have transformed into superhuman beings, possessing the power of gods like gods, dominating and creating life, but after re-comprehending, they once again realize that the existence of supergod power itself also comes from life, so they complete the second transformation again, and return to the starting point of mortals again in a down-to-earth manner, and see a completely different new world.

Life and death, new birth and destruction, life and nature, mortals and gods, reason and emotion.

All of them are both the beginning and the end, the end is connected, a circle is completed, and after going around and around, it still goes back to the origin, it seems that it is still the starting point, but the whole world has been in vicissitudes. The mountain is still the mountain, but it is no longer the mountain, and the water is still the water, but it is no longer the water.

It's complicated, it's profound, it's philosophical, it's tongue-twisting, but it's also very simple, it's also very straightforward, it's very profound, it's very clear, everything is rooted in the depths of the soul, it never disappears, it never changes, it's just waiting for human exploration and pursuit.

Some people have spent their entire lives without realizing its existence, some people have been tirelessly pursuing it but have not been able to reach the end after all, and some people have completed their sublimation and transformation in an instant, opening the door to a whole new world.

It was at this moment that Ryan understood, and at this very moment, Alfonso truly glimpsed the true power

It's not a performance, it's not an interpretation, it's not an interpretation, it's a real power, the baptism in the depths of the soul is like a downpour, catharsis in a mighty way, and the whole person can't help but start to tremble, it's excitement, it's fear, it's worship.

Now at this moment, Alfonso really understands how huge, tedious, and arduous Lan Li's work is, and with a smile between gestures, he can easily control the atmosphere of the audience, not to mention other actors or audiences, and even the director's mind can't help but be immersed in it.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

……

Ryan's movements stiffened like this, and his expression froze in an instant, without any change at all, but with all his efforts to suppress and control, tears still continued to penetrate outward, one after another, and the crystal clear water droplets quietly blurred the dark brown eyes, which was heartbreaking.

He remained motionless like this, lest the slightest movement would cause him to fall apart and be completely destroyed.

"You're holding a baby, aren't you?" Ryan asked softly, basking in the baby's cry, joy streaming through his eyes. It's not a smile, it's joy and happiness, quietly flowing with a touch of spring/light, like hot spring water, bubbling and rolling, and the heat makes people melt little by little.

This is not the Ryan Stone as people are familiar. It's not the cold, unsmiling Ryan, not the Ryan who still tries to save his teammates when his life is dying, and it's not the life idiot Ryan who knows nothing outside of his professional knowledge, the tenderness and warmth in his eyes seem to be slowly melting this iceberg.

"Are you singing a lullaby?" Ryan said again, not getting a response, but he didn't care, but hummed softly unconsciously, the fragmented notes couldn't be put together at all, just choked deep in his throat, slowly tumbling. "It was so homely. He whispered.

Before I knew it, the smile was rising again, "You know what? I used to sing lullabies to my brother. Ryan's voice was slowly sinking, revealing a hint of hoarseness, and tears were pouring out of his eyes again, "But...... It's been a long, long time since we've talked to each other. Then, Ryan tilted his head slightly and pulled the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly, "It's not his fault, he's been trying to ...... all along"

The tail note slowly dragged on, and there was no follow-up, but the sadness and sigh in the eyes could not be clearer, and the bitterness of regret could be tasted faintly, and it stabbed the heart in an instant and penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Ryan didn't continue to speak, just listened quietly, the muffled cry, the low lullaby, the melodious tune, light and gentle, unfamiliar tune, unfamiliar language, but there was no effect, just let the tight and sharp face line gradually soften, all the sharp and all the defenses were removed, and returned to the most primitive red fruit appearance.

"Say, can I still see him?" Ryan muttered softly, muffled words colliding between his lips and teeth, and before he could finish it, it was already gone.

……

Quietly staring at those dark brown eyes, calm and calm, there seemed to be no waves, just immersed in deep thought, but Rooney read the delicate changes between those eyebrows, sadness and despair, bitterness and pain, struggle and torment, all the intricacies and tediousness are slowly dissipating, returning to a calm state without joy or sorrow.

Then, she knew, he had decided to give up. Giving up the hope of survival, giving up the possibility of resistance, and giving up the effort to struggle, he accepted his fate calmly, opened his arms, and embraced death. She knew that he was ready to die, just as Alex had been the moment he let go of the buckle.

However, Alex was a momentary choice, it seemed to be just an instinctive/instinctive action, and hope was cut off in a flash of lightning, and the severe pain was only a moment, and even became sluggish and stopped because of the adrenaline rush at the critical moment, and it was over without having time to experience it carefully.

Ryan, on the other hand, has been an incredibly long process. After struggling for a long time, he escaped successfully, and when hope was born, he suddenly fell into the ice cave, and then endured torture, cutting all the ropes of hope little by little, and breaking down his inner defenses little by little, attacking all the fragility to pieces.

Not only is it painful, but it's so long and so cruel that it's almost impossible to keep watching.

But Rooney's eyes were still wide open, savoring the torment and torture of this moment, and feeling the performance of this moment, deep and magnificent, so that every audience member could completely empathize.

There was the sound of silently wiping away tears, as well as the sound of choking with strong suppression, and the suppressed bitterness and pain were magnified to the extreme at this moment, which was unbearable.

……

Ryan exhaled softly, the corners of his mouth curled up as if out of nowhere, and then, without pause or preparation, he moved again, began to turn off the lights, turned off the power, and finally ...... Turn off oxygen.

The whole movement was done in one go, just a slight pause before turning off the oxygen, but without much struggle, and then the action was completed, steady and gentle, as if this was a simple and normal action.

However, the beeping siren was extremely harsh, constantly reminding him that the oxygen level was beginning to drop, but he was extremely calm, took off the mask on his head, rubbed his messy short hair casually, and slowly lay down.

In the midst of the chaos, the lullaby on the radio was still humming softly, and the stark contrast between extreme panic and extreme calm set off a storm in the hearts of every audience. Only Ryan is an exception.

Ryan folded his hands on his chest, lay down peacefully, slowly closed his eyes, the tightness of the corners of his mouth and the lines of his face completely relaxed, and whispered, "It's good, An Ninggang, don't stop, keep singing." Exhaling a gentle breath is like a long sleep after a busy day's work, "Fall asleep with me, and I'll fall asleep in no time." ”

"Don't stop, continue, continue to ......" The tiredness and tension between the eyebrows slowly retreated like a tide, experienced the ups and downs of self-redemption, experienced the thrilling excitement of the crisis, experienced the peaks and turns of despair, hope, and despair, and now, the whole person is completely relaxed, and you can obviously feel the distress on that face.

Little by little, the voice calmed down, and at last only the vague syllables that murmured between the lips and teeth, and the emotions between the eyebrows all dissipated and disintegrated, and entered into complete calm, a kind of serenity, which was falling asleep, as if the whole world was quiet, and everything was quiet.

This is not renunciation, but the dissipation of life, this is not compromise, it is the silence of life, it is not calm, it is the bleakness of life.

He was tired, he was still tired after all, he had struggled for so long, he had been running for so long, he had been fighting for so long, he could finally unload his burden and rest for a while. He needed sleep, a real deep sleep, he didn't want to fight anymore, tired, tired, just let it go, just needed a moment of peace.

That calm and calm seems to clearly see that fatigue and fatigue are slowly dissipating on the surface of the body, and at the same time, the bright light that is gradually fading is disappearing, as if the flame of life is slowly extinguishing. The oil is running out and the lamp is dry, this is the most appropriate and appropriate word.

All the sounds in his head were gone, all the noises above his ears were calm, and the world was completely silent, except for himself, like a newborn baby, born and dying alone. It starts alone and ends without any worries.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door in the silence, thump, thump......

He slowly opened his eyes, opened a slit, and the light penetrated into his eyes, and in the haze, he saw...... Heather Cross.