Pushed open the special ventilation balcony of the floor, looked up, there was no one on the balcony at this time, Lance walked in, then closed the door, unhurriedly took out the cigarette from his pocket, blocked the wind with his right hand, and tried to light the cigarette, but the wind swarming from all directions made the lighter unable to ignite at all, in desperation, Lance could only take the lighter back into his pocket, and then took an unlit cigarette, took a deep breath of the fresh outdoor air, and quietly looked at the scene of high-rise buildings in front of him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, the sun had risen, and the night had passed like this, the horizon of New York City was slowly unfolding under the blue sky, and the cold wind of hunting made it difficult to breathe, and when he opened his mouth slightly, the wind poured directly into his throat, and he choked accidentally, and coughed twice involuntarily.

Lance took a deep breath and tried to stop the coughing, but he didn't expect to breathe in the cold air, and the coughing not only did not stop, but became more and more intense. One sound, one another, and another sound, as if he was about to cough out his entire lungs, Lance bent down, leaned his back against the wall, and slowly slid down, all the strength of his body was withdrawn little by little with the cough, and finally he fell to the ground completely, but the cough still couldn't stop, and the hot tears couldn't help choking out, and his vision became blurred, and all the scenery in front of him was covered with a layer of mist, leaving only a halo of light flickering.

The cough gradually became quieter, and Lance hid his face between his hands, clenched his teeth, and used all his strength, but tears continued to well-emerge, burning his cheeks and palms, as if he wanted to vent all his grievances, all his anger, all his pain. But there was no sound at all.

He couldn't forgive himself, he really couldn't forgive himself. He had never hated himself so much.

His throat seemed to be choked by a pair of invisible hands, the air could not enter his lungs at all, the fear of suffocation invaded, he instinctively opened his mouth, but it still did not help, the strong feeling of suffocation made his face begin to redden, all the blood rushed towards his head in an instant, he was like drowning, the oxygen was squeezed out little by little, and then the light around him began to dim.

He suddenly didn't want to struggle, maybe just letting himself suffocate didn't seem to be such a bad idea, the light of the world was getting darker and thinner, the suffocation began to become less uncomfortable, and he began to exhale, let out a long, long, steady breath.

“…… Jingle bell, jingle bell ......" The noisy sound is from far and near, really noisy, "Jingle bell ......" can be quieter, he is a little sleepy, he just wants to sleep well, maybe...... Maybe never wake up, "Jingle bell, jingle bell", the continuous sound finally woke him up, slowly opened his eyes, the light was a little dazzling, and there was a pain in his hands.

At this time, he realized that his hands were holding his throat tightly, he slowly released his fingers and stretched his hands in front of his eyes, but his hands were so hard that his fingers were a little deformed, and he looked at his fingers in a daze, his mind was blank. Suddenly, he thought of one thing, if Gawain saw him in such an embarrassed appearance, would he laugh next to him?

The sound finally stopped, and the world fell silent. Through his fingers, Lance could see the sun hanging between the tall buildings, the golden sunlight slowly sprinkled down, quiet and peaceful, the sparse light fell on the fingertips, like a dancing elf, smart and elegant.

"Jingle bell", the phone rang again, he didn't want to pay attention to it, but the sound rang unrelentingly, he could only grope for the phone from his pocket, due to the stiffness of his fingers, this action didn't seem to be so simple, he finally took out the phone, connected it, and put it to his ear.

"Lance?" A cautiously inquiring voice came from the other end of the line, soft as Princess Pea's quilt, "Lance? She called out again, and it was Emma Stone, with a slightly hoarse voice reminiscent of Colombian subamo coffee.

"Hmm." Lance whispered back, but his throat ached, his voice seemed to be stuck, and it became difficult to speak, "You'd better have a good reason to disturb my sleep." ”

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." Emma could hear Lance's voice becoming deeper and hoarse, as if frosted paper was rubbing against a blackboard, and it seemed that Lance, who had not slept all night, had just fallen asleep. Emma hesitated, should she hang up the phone and let Lance have a good rest, "How's it going?" I mean, Gawain? Emma asked tentatively.

"He's fine." Lance said only one word, paused, and repeated, "He's fine." There seemed to be a slight sigh of relief.

Emma bit her lower lip slightly, and Lance didn't sound normal. His voice was so soft, like a feather, so light that it didn't have any weight, it wasn't Lance she was familiar with, "Lance, are you okay?" ”

"It's fine." Lance was still repeating the same word, his brain trying to convince him to hang up, but his body seemed to have no strength, he just let the phone to his ear and listened to the rustling sound on the other end.

Emma's nose was inexplicably sour, even she didn't know why, she blinked, her eyes that hadn't been closed all night were bloodshot, just blinking slightly, it was quickly covered with a layer of mist, Emma quickly raised her hand and quickly wiped it away, so as not to let her nasal voice reveal her true emotions, "Look, I told you, everything will be fine." Gawain will be fine, he will be fine. ”

There was no response on the other end of the phone, Emma couldn't help but hold her breath, and after a while, the sound of steady breathing came from the earpiece, she knew that Lance was still listening to the phone, and her hanging heart fell down slightly, "Lance, is the weather good in New York today?" Emma didn't know why, she knew she should hang up, but she couldn't help it, she just wanted to...... She wanted to talk to Lance Duoduo, thinking of Lance's appearance yesterday afternoon, she was reluctant to hang up the phone, "It's another sunny day in Los Angeles today." Emma didn't know what to say, but she didn't have anything to say, and she couldn't help but let out an exclamation as she looked out the window at the sunrise that was about to climb the horizon.

"Wow. Have you ever seen the sunrise in Los Angeles? For the first time, I knew that Los Angeles also had such a beautiful view, and now the sun is slowly climbing over the sea level of Santa Monica Pier, and the orange light is gradually dyeing the navy blue sky red, as if it were ...... It's like a drop of paint falling into clear water. ”

Emma felt that she had run out of words, and all the words in her head could not describe the pomp and circumstance in front of her, and the brilliant golden light was like a big hand, violently and magnificently tearing through the gloomy sky, and the whole sky became brighter and brighter, and the sky was like a wash of water, revealing a little bit of blue, from navy blue to indigo to navy blue, the blue gradually warmed up, and finally turned into a thrilling blue, and connected with the blue sea, spreading all over the sky. It's like...... It's like Lance's eyes.

Lance slowly opened his eyes and looked at the sun that had climbed above his head, obviously because of the time difference, he and Emma saw a completely different scene, but involuntarily, he sketched in his mind the magnificent scene on the sea level of Los Angeles, as if he saw the wonders of the natural world through Emma's eyes.

"You probably haven't seen the sunrise in New York." Lance lay on the ground and opened his eyes quietly, "Countless high-rise buildings are like a forest of steel, we are just dwarfs standing under the roots of the trees, the golden light penetrates the dense branches, staggered and sprinkled, and the sun is not visible at all, only a faint ray of sunlight can be captured." But it's such a small bunch, and the brilliant gold has managed to break through the dark blue shackles of the forest, so you can't help but raise your hand and try to catch ......"

Emma closed her eyes, then slowly raised her right hand, catching the thin sunlight in the air, "Got it!" The faint warmth slowly spread in the palm of his hand, as if every muscle in his body was cheering, and the whole world brightened. Lance's deep and fragile voice had a magical power that made Emma feel the real warmth, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth involuntarily began to outline.

The voice on the other side of the earpiece fell silent again, and Emma slowly opened her eyes, did not speak, just quietly watched the sunrise in Los Angeles, but her mind was painting a picture of New York. Although there was no other sound in the earpiece, only the faint sound of the hunting wind and shallow breathing, she knew that he was on the other side, always there.

In a trance, they seemed to sit side by side, the barriers of time and space have been eliminated, Los Angeles and New York have become two sides of a wall, looking at the completely different but integrated sun, the world, just like that, quieted down.

"Lance?" Emma called softly, but there was still no sound on the other side of the earpiece, "You know what? I saw it, I saw the rising sun in New York. Emma's voice fluttered in the sunlight as light as a butterfly.

"I'm going to wash up." Lance's voice finally came again, and "......" paused for a moment, "You should go to breakfast, or be careful not to grow taller." After saying that, the phone hung up directly, without waiting for an answer.

Emma listened to the busy sound coming from the microphone, but the curvature of the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and then let out a long breath. She put her phone aside, but she still didn't move, but quietly watched the magnificent sunrise in front of her, depicting the early morning scene on the other side of the continent.

Lance sat up again, leaning against the corner, basking in the lazy sun, his loose shoulders slowly tensed again, and then he stood up and took a deep look at the sun sandwiched between the two buildings, like a quail egg. Retracted his gaze, turned around and grabbed the doorknob, opened it without any hesitation, and left with steady steps.

The balcony was quiet again, except for the sound of the hunting wind. (To be continued.) )