In fact, Herman's scruples were right, and Theorod understood this, because when he was faced with this never-ending dark sea that could swallow a qiē, he did have an urge to be swallowed by this sea now, an inexplicable illusion that his existence was meaningless. Music-Text-

That's right, what's the point? He has spent his whole life like a normal person, and this life is just a superfluous burden, he desperately wants to pursue the joy of acting, he just wants to perform simply, but in the end, he still walked on that old path. At the award ceremony and countless dinners, he was hypocritical, flattering, holding the trophy in his hand, and shattering his dreams.

His life was inherently dispensable.

Theolod sat on the damp sand, and the cold night breeze could not clear his mind.

It's ...... Awful.

"Jingle bell—"

Amid the howling of the sea breeze and the shouts of the sea crashing against the rock walls, the crisp bells are particularly harsh.

Theolod frowned, threw his phone aside, hugged his legs, and quietly stared at the sea in a daze.

The bell lasted for nearly a minute before it stopped, but after five seconds, it rang again. Theorod almost threw his phone into the ocean, just a little bit, but somehow, just as he was about to wave his hand in a throwing gesture, his raised arm slowly lowered again.

He looked at the phone in his hand, and after a moment, he pressed the answer button.

'Where the did you go?!You didn't come home so late?!You didn't answer the phone for so long?!'

The next second, a deliberately suppressed angry roar came from the earpiece, and Theorod realized that maybe he was waiting for this phone call, and he wanted to hear this person's voice and talk to this person.

So, uncontrollable, he laughed-

"You know, Nattell, it's the Ballon d'Or today, there's no way I'm going home so early. ”

'Hell, it's not an excuse, it's almost one o'clock in the morning, isn't your award-breaking dinner party over?' Hearing Theolod's smiling and gentle voice, Nattel on the other end of the line softened a little.

It's almost one o'clock in the morning?Theorod was slightly stunned, he didn't expect to stay here for so long.

"I'm sorry, Nattell, I'm just ...... I want to relax. This is my first time winning the award, so I was a little excited, so I ......"

'Fart!' Before Theolod could finish speaking, Natel blocked his excuse with a foul word, 'Sue me, what's wrong, being bullied by the old man as a newcomer?' Even if I didn't go I know that Hollywood is mixed, and your award has upset some people, such as Richard Gere, right? ’

"It's really nothing ......"

But it doesn't sound like nothing. ’

It was the second time, and he could detect his anomaly by the sound alone.

"......" Theolod was silent, and Natl on the other end of the phone did not say anything, only the sound of regular breathing.

‘…… You don't want me to care, okay, then I don't care, who calls me just a ruffian, and you're a Golden Globe star, and you've been a ruffian of the Rice gang before......

Suddenly aware of something, Natel immediately stopped his voice, his deliberately muffled voice abruptly stopped.

But his closing did not make Theolod ignore his last unfinished words: "...... How do you know that I was blackmailed by them before?" Obviously, no one except Marshall knew about this matter, not even Maggie, he didn't sue her.

‘…… This place is so small, and it is normal to know the things on the road after a little inquiry. After a pause, Natel's tone seemed very normal, but Theorod still felt that he was hiding something, but Natel didn't give him a chance to ask, "But you don't need my cheap care, Theorod Lecht, I'm sorry to disturb your glamorous life at such a late hour, don't worry, never again, I will never call you again and make you distressed." ’

Natle's words and tone made Theorod feel a little bad, but when he tried to save something, there was only a string of busy "doodoo" on the other side.

He scrambled to call back, but the phone didn't work.

The other party turned off the phone.

The indifferent mechanical busyness was like a cold blade, severing the connection between Theorod and Nattel.

At that moment, Theolod realized again that he might have lost this friend again.

And this time, perhaps, permanently.

Theolod had always known that he could lose his life for the sake of acting, and now he found that he was beginning to lose something other than his life, just like ...... The parallel world is the same as itself, and a qiē returns to the far point. In that case, what is the point of what he is insisting on now? What is the use of this new life?

It's better to ...... also returned to the original point, and returned to the end that belonged to him at the beginning......

The cold sea soaked Theorod's trousers, and the cold and lonely feeling was just right for Theorod to instinctively believe that this was where he belonged.

Herman, who had been on guard not far away, finally sensed that something was wrong, and when he saw Theorod hang up the phone, he began to walk into the sea, and secretly said that it was not good, and immediately threw off his obstructive suit jacket, ripped off his tie, climbed over the fence on the periphery of the beach, and rushed in the direction of Theorod.

At his speed, he should be able to drag Theolod out of the water before it overflows over his head.

But to Herman's surprise, the moment the sea water overflowed the boy's waist, he suddenly stopped self-destructing.

Three seconds later, he turned and began to walk back, passing Herman and walking straight to the black Audi parked on the side of the road.

Herman looked at Theorod's straight back, then at the dark water, frowned slightly, turned to follow Theorod, picked up the suit and tie that he had thrown aside, and got into the car.

He looked at Theorod in the back seat, almost soaking wet, his wet gown obediently clinging to his slender body, outlining his slightly thin figure. He was leaning against the window with his eyes closed, and seemed to be asleep?Herman could not make up his mind, and asked cautiously: "Mr. Lecht?"

The other party did not answer.

He knew he was supposed to send him home, but ...... Looking at Theorod, who was covered in wolves, Herman frowned and turned on the heating in the car.

When Theolod woke up again, it was already dawn. He opened his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar room, but ruled out a hotel, because the layout of this room, although simple and rigid, looked like a place to live for a long time. Plus, he definitely didn't touch any alcoholic beverages last night, so there's no chance of any embarrassing scandals either.

However, he did do other ugly things last night, and he remembered that he was going to ...... That's right, it's actually good, people like him who shouldn't have zài should have disappeared from this world as soon as possible.

Theolod jumped out of bed, looked at his pajamas that were wide enough to roll up his sleeves, rubbed his brow with some headaches, and walked out of the room. It was clearly just a bachelor apartment, and Theorod walked out of the room to the living room, which was connected to the kitchen, and the owner of the apartment was making breakfast in a dark blue apron at the moment.

"I'm sorry I made this decision in a hurry, Mr. Lechte. Herman said that he was like a man at home like a man at home, and the contrast made Theolod laugh, "I took you back to my home, because I know you would never want to go back to your grandmother in that state." ”

"That's true, but it's okay if you send me back, anyway, there is no point in a qiē. Theorod shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "I need to get out of here, where are my clothes?"

"I've cleaned it for you, and it's still drying. Herman said as he picked up the omelette from the pan and placed it on the toasted bread, "It's probably dry now." But before you go, I'll give you something to eat, and by the way, take the medicine on the table, Mr. Lecht. ”

Herman placed the plate on the table, with a glass of water and a clear plastic lid with two capsules on top.

"You're depressed, sir, and I'm afraid it's not a mild symptom. You should keep taking your daily pills, perseverance alone won't work - of course I'm not saying you don't have perseverance, in fact your perseverance I admire, no one can ......"

"Who else knows but you?" Theolod interrupted Herman coldly as he looked at the capsule on the table.

"No, I have not sued anyone, neither your grandmother, nor Mr. Upton. ”

"Very well, keep it that way, or you'll be greeted with a lawyer's letter. Theolod glanced at Herman, "You're not a psychiatrist, you can't make this joke." ”

"Actually, I am, I have a license, but for some reason, I'm just a driver now. ”

“…… You don't look like a doctor from the looks of you. ”

"Because the patients I used to work with were more military. ”

“……”

"Well, I know you don't trust me, Mr. Lechte, but I must say that in your current state, you are not fit for filming, and you need to recuperate for a while. Yesterday wasn't the first time you've had a seizure, right? If you continue like this, you're going to ruin yourself before you become a world-class star. ”

Theolod stared at him, and suddenly, he smiled, sat down at the table, propped up his head, and said coldly, "So what?"

“…… What?"

"So what? You see, all I pursue is performance, but these superfluous interactions, these complicated intrigues for awards, these glaring fame and fortune, no matter what, once the performance is stained with these things, it becomes no longer simple. My dream is just to have fun, but I can't, I don't have the ability, the world is too complicated......" Theolod said, the fake smile on the corner of his mouth cursing wider and wider, and his eyes gradually turned red.

Herman raised an eyebrow in disbelief as he looked at the patient in front of him, and then he sat down across from Theolod and tried to make his voice sound less stiff, but it didn't work, or at least it became more strange: "I didn't expect you to be so naïve, Monsieur Lecht, as an actor, you are so different from the other actors I have seen. ”

"Naive?"

"Yes, of course, it's not an offense. Everyone has dreams, and everyone's dreams are different, but the same thing is that this road will not be simple, I remember you said, dreams are not just shouting slogans, it requires practical actions. Yes, you acted, your work is full of spirituality, you are enjoying your performance, yes, but you have forgotten, there must be thorns on this road. ”

“…… Thorns?"

"These fame, these awards, these interactions, all the qiē, are born from performance. The fact that you can't make a choice, you can't just choose to perform and then willfully throw away everything but acting, because you can't throw it away. If your dream is so easy to achieve, then it won't be called a 'dream'. ”

So, instead of worrying that you will lose your purpose in all these fame and fortunes, you should ask yourself, ask your heart, and ask him if his heart has never wavered as it has always been. ”

"You can't pick one, Mr. Lechte, you can keep what you like and discard what you don't, but you can live the way you want, and how you live it is in your heart. You are not useless, and you do not have any meaning, at least you can make what you don't like become decorations that enrich your life and dreams. If you really like and enjoy the show, you have to learn to enjoy it. ”

If you're still worried about going down the same path, ask yourself in your heart and see if he's still interested in fame and fortune.

If you reject the so-called award ceremonies and can't say no, it's better to ...... Try to enjoy the stage that recognizes your performance in the way you like.

Eventually, Theolod reached for the two capsules.

"I feel like I'm going to have to give you a long-term contract so you don't get this conversation out of the way. Before leaving, Theolod lifted his coat with one hand and put his backhand on his shoulder, leaned against the door, the bow tie around his neck hanging loosely around his neck, and he finally regained some energy, "You are a good driver." ”

"I'll consider it if the price is right, Mr. Lechte, and since I have a psychiatrist's license, I'm not going to divulge this. Herman replied with a stern face, as if Theorod's concern was a great insult to him, "I think I can send you home." ”

Theorod shrugged his shoulders and said noncommittal. Herman dutifully sent his patron back to his home, and Theolod got out of the car, as if remembering something, and walked to Herman's car window again, and smiled warmly at him: "Speaking of which, thank you for dragging me out of the sea last night, I'm sure I must have choked on a lot of water at that time." ”

As he spoke, he waved to Herman and walked briskly to the door. When Herman heard this, he seemed to realize something, and looked at Theorod's back, and his brow furrowed even tighter.

This kid ...... Sure enough, a doctor is urgently needed.