In the distance, Seth and Will saw Lan Li who had just left the chemotherapy room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Today's Lan Li is dressed very simply, with a dark blue T-shirt, smoky gray jeans, and white canvas shoes, full of youth, but not at all ostentatious, completely like the "anti-cancer me" riadang dress. He stopped at the door, waved goodbye to the patients in the chemotherapy room, and then turned around.

Seth could catch a shallow arc at the corner of Lan Li's mouth, which could not be said to be a smile, but only a faint smile, like the sun shining on a calm lake in early spring and March, but the glittering light was not dazzling at all, occasionally mixed with the cold of winter, and spread out on that sparse face.

"Hey, why are you guys here?" Lan Li took the initiative to say hello, he pointed to the building next door, "I'm ready to go over now, what about you?"

In the past two days, the crew has changed the filming position. Lan Li is filming a scene with Anna Kendrick about the psychiatrist Catherine helping Adam with psychological counseling. The building is a bit of a walk away, and you need to bypass the inpatient department, which is about a fifteen-minute walk.

Will seriously looked at Lan Li in front of him.

Purely from the surface, Lan Li looks very normal, and there seems to be no change, but if you look closely, you can find that the face, which was originally only the size of a palm, has lost a small circle at this time, and the look between the eyebrows has dimmed a little unconsciously, as if all the light has converged, covering a thin layer of mist.

"We're going to go over too, how about we, together?" said Seth with a big smile, and then asked tentatively, "How does it feel? Will your stomach feel better?"

"Good. Nothing was a problem. Lan Li smiled and nodded, then chuckled, the corners of his mouth raised, "Don't worry, if something goes wrong, I will be the first to notify the actors' union and let them come to trouble you." ”

In the face of this ridiculous joke, Seth couldn't laugh, but just smiled and said "hehe" twice, barely coping with it, because Lan Li's state was really not good.

Although Lan Li was joking just now, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, these smiles couldn't fall into the depths of his eyes at all, just like a wisp of green smoke, hidden in the depths of his eyes, looming, as if as long as a breeze blows, it will suddenly dissipate. I can't feel the surging vitality and vitality at all, such a blue gift is really too strange.

Seth became more and more worried, turned his head to look at Will beside him, squeezed his eyebrows, and tried to get Will to say something, but before Will could speak, Lan Li's voice came again, "You guys go first, I'm going to the bathroom, and then I'll follow." After speaking, without waiting for them to respond, Lan Li smiled and waved his hand and walked in the direction of the bathroom next to him.

Seth and Will stood still, looking at each other - it was so sudden.

Both of them were a little overwhelmed, and their eyes involuntarily projected towards Lan Li, and then Will noticed. Lan Li's seemingly steady steps were a little impatient at this time, was it really because he was in a hurry to solve his physiological needs?

But Will's instincts told him that it wasn't like that. Before he had time to think about it, Will quickly chased after him, Seth was half a beat slower, but his footsteps immediately followed, and the two of them came to the door of the bathroom, and were about to go in, but their footsteps couldn't help but stop.

"Gross. ”

The embarrassed and turbulent voice, echoing in the bathroom space, awakened the memory in the depths of Will's mind, he remembered, he clearly remembered, those moments when he got up in the middle of the night, went to the bathroom and hugged the toilet and vomited wildly, as if he wanted to empty his whole body, and even his soul became empty.

The clear memories and cruel reality made Will stop, he grabbed Seth, who was about to rush in, and shook his head gently, simple, but firm. It's just that the pain and struggle between the eyebrows began to surge.

Vomit. Lan Li only felt that all his internal organs were about to vomit out.

I met Seth and Will just now, and all of a sudden, my stomach felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, as if someone was beating him in the stomach, one punch, another punch, and then the whole stomach spasmed, and the turbulence of the river and sea was really too strong, far beyond the scope of tolerance, as long as he stayed for one more second, he might be completely out of control.

So, ignoring the two of them, Lan Li rushed directly to the bathroom in embarrassment, using the remaining reason and control, let himself enter the cubicle, closed the door panel, and then hugged the toilet and began to vomit heavily.

How ridiculous, isn't it? Even in the face of such a crisis, he still did not completely lose control, hiding his embarrassment and badness. The influence of the twenty years of aristocratic education in this life is far more powerful than imagined, and it has even gradually become an instinct/ability. Even if he himself doesn't like it.

Vomit. It was as if someone was pounding from the bottom up, trying to knock everything inside out. But herein lies the problem, he barely ate this morning, just drank half a glass of hot milk, and now vomited it all, but the urge to vomit still could not stop, and bursts of sourness began to rise up.

Vomiting until all organs were crowded to the throat, blocking all the main passages where air entered, unable to breathe, the feeling of suffocation from frequent lack of oxygen still could not suppress the boiling of the stomach, and began to vomit again, but only vomited a burst of sour water. His entire throat was thrust with his fist, he couldn't breathe, and he felt a boiling heat on his face, only to realize that tears had slipped down uncontrollably.

Ahem, ahem, ahem.

I couldn't vomit anything, but I choked on my own saliva, so I began to cough violently, but finally, the feeling of vomiting finally came to an end temporarily, and the turbid and hot air poured into the respiratory tract, which was so turbulent that the cough became more intense, as if I wanted to cough out all the internal organs that I had not vomited just now.

His hands clung to the edges, but he found that the strength of his fingertips and arms was slipping little by little, and the feeling of being out of control was beating his stomach hard, but he was powerless to resist, and slowly fell to the ground, not even caring about the filth of the bathroom or the etiquette of the aristocracy.

So embarrassed.

The whole person seemed to have just been fished out of the water, soaked with sweat, and there were bursts of pain from the temples, like millions of embroidery needles, piercing the head at the same time, and the thin pain slowly penetrated little by little, not intense, but it made people cry out silently.

The cold sweat on his forehead kept pouring out, as if he was burning on the flames, and it seemed like running wildly on the ice, and the hot feeling was even more torturous than the hellish fire, but his back was cold, from the spine all the way to the soles of his feet, and the coldness that penetrated his heart and bones shivered so that his muscles began to stiffen.

The collision of extreme and extreme began to tear every part of the body, so that the last trace of strength in the muscles disappeared, and there was nothing left, and the whole person sat on the ground like this, his back was barely leaning against the marble wall, the burning of his eyes made him close his eyes, every pore was breathing pain, every cell was experiencing torture, and he couldn't even find the strength to breathe.

He didn't understand why this was happening. It wasn't stomach disease, it wasn't cancer, but he clearly felt the torture from body to spirit, the helplessness and despair that he couldn't help himself, which dimmed the halo of his soul again.

Sitting on the ground, every part of his body protesting, moaning/moaning, but he couldn't move.

It was as if the whole person had gone through the process of sinking, the slow sinking process was slowed down tenfold, hundredfold, millimeter by millimeter, he could clearly see the bubbles leaving the surface of the skin, as if the dissipation of vitality, but there was no pain, but there was a kind of magnificent and magnificent beauty, thrilling to capture the poetry and song in the line of sight, into the painting of the moving people.

He realized that he was sinking, but he didn't feel the pain, so he didn't resist, he didn't struggle, he just let himself sink like this, and all the light around him slowly and slowly faded.

Lan Li knew that this was cancer.

When he realized that the last breath of air in his lungs had been consumed, when he realized that death had surrounded every cell in his body, when he realized that he could only continue life by fighting up, it was too late, and he could only wave his arms in nothingness, symbolically resist twice, and then take them away.

But what was even more terrifying was that he didn't feel fear. The bond between reason and emotion seems to have been severed, and reason is constantly giving warnings, alarm bells, reminding him that he should be angry, he should resist, he should be excited, but his emotions do not respond, only silence.

pulled the corners of his mouth, outlining a smile, bitter, bitter, absurd, sarcastic, and bantering. "Huh. He didn't know why he was laughing, he just wanted to laugh all of a sudden, it was all too funny, wasn't it?

He is facing death, and he should squander it desperately, he has experienced death, he should be so strong that he is no longer afraid, and he has regained his life, and he should stride forward towards the end of his dream. He is Chu Jiashu, he is Lan Li, he is still Adam, but he is not Chu Jiashu, he is not Lan Li, he is still Adam.

The boundaries between the unreal and the real have completely disappeared.

Sitting on the floor of the bathroom, he felt like he was lying on the hospital bed that had been the same for ten years, humming a little tune, as if he had given up the struggle and accepted the facts, as if he was sitting on that soft and comfortable chair, actively cooperating with chemotherapy, hoping to defeat cancer, but deep down, he was never sure what cancer was all about.

Until now, he wasn't sure exactly what was going on. Except for the fact that he was sitting on the floor of the hospital where bacteria were growing and vomiting. He wondered, would Matthew Dunlop have his hairs standing on end when he saw this scene?