Emma stood in place blankly, a chill jumped up from the soles of her feet, her scalp began to tingle, and a series of goosebumps floated on the surface of her skin, wanting to shiver, but she couldn't, so that the muscles wrapped under her skin began to stiffen slightly, she was like a mummy, giving out all kinds of instructions in her head, but her body did not react, like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no news.

Looking at Lance, who was standing not far away, it was only seven or eight steps away, but it seemed that two worlds were separated, one bright and one dark, one cold and one cold.

Lance stood in the shadows, the shadow of the RV reflected on the ground, like a cloak to cover the slender figure, a cold blue moonlight drifting faintly above his head, but he could not fall on the hard shoulder line, between the blurred light, as if the whole person would be completely integrated with the darkness at any time. The faint thin light made the hazy shadow more and more depressed, like a dark hell, slowly eating away at the flame of the soul little by little.

Emma is a child, but not a child, she is only fifteen years old this year, and she has only been in Hollywood for less than a year. Ignorantly exploring this magical and brilliant Vanity Fair, wandering and staggering to explore this land shrouded in magnesium lights, she embraced the beautiful dream of an actress and went on a rampage without hesitation; She is looking forward to a wonderful future that will light up the stage with her talent, gritting her teeth and running wildly; She is looking forward to leaving her name in the annals of cinema at a great moment, and she is giving it a go without hesitation.

She stood in the darkness before the rising sun of the City of Angels, groping her way step by step.

She saw newcomers who shared her dreams and did anything to win a chance to perform; She saw that after those dreams gradually withered, she was still unwilling to give up, doing worthless work just to continue to stay on the edge of this vanity fair; She saw countless brilliant geniuses in the midst of the brutal and rude onslaught of the media. Shattered, then retreated into darkness......

She originally thought that she had seen the truth in this glitzy and prosperous world, but she didn't know that only by really standing on this stage could she see the scenery in front of her clearly and the darkness behind her.

The green onions of the years have left her too late to come into contact with the cruelty and coldness hidden behind the heavy curtains. Suddenly, the strong smell of blood hit her face, and she didn't even have time to discern what was going on, and then she witnessed the violent and brutal process.

At that moment, Emma suddenly had a ridiculous illusion, and the heavy scarlet curtain on the stage seemed to be ...... It's as if it's infused with blood.

Not only did Lance betray Tom and Penelope's **, he even came out with his own life and emotions, turning all the qiē into cold chips at the negotiating table, measuring all the value by rigid and cold numbers. The coldness and bernating in the understatement, the decisiveness between the lightness and freehand, made Emma unable to react at all, as if her heart had been hit hard, and her breathing stopped in an instant.

She used to think that he was a good person, a good person who was simple and kind...... She used to think that he was a genius, a talented man with amazing talent...... She used to think that he was a stranger, a gentlemanly and polite stranger...... However, he was standing in front of him. But he is a businessman, a businessman who does not care about a qiē for the sake of profit; A bastard. Unscrupulous bastards for the sake of the end.

Emma stood still, stunned, holding her breath, motionless at Lance, the man who was close at hand but like the end of the world.

The boundless darkness slowly spread in his sight, as if the black mist was binding his feet firmly. The furious night wind blew the jackets and T-shirts, and the hem of the hunting clothes was like a kite that lost control in the sky, but the straight backbone stood firmly in place, proudly supporting the shaking kite, and resolutely immovable in the wind. But the raging wind became more and more noisy, as if it could sweep away the person in front of him at any moment, and the rope held tightly in his hand trembled wildly, as if it would be completely torn off in the next second, and then the kite would disappear into the night, never to be found again.

The man stood quietly in place, calmly raising his head, not raising his chin or jaw, not smiling or showing majesty, and there was a shallow smile hidden on his breezy cheeks, as if the qiē that had just happened was not worth mentioning at all—even if it was discovered by others. The eyes that shone like stars were obscured by the slightly lowered curtains, as if the North Star was hidden by clouds, and disappeared faintly into the black curtain.

Even if the wind is raging, even if the night is like fog, even if the secret is exposed...... But he still stood calmly and quietly, standing alone and lonely, accepting all scrutiny and prying eyes; The straight backbone and strong shoulders supported the weight of the whole night, as if the strength of one person resisted the darkness of the sky, and the fragility leaked from the tough iron and blood was like a wisp of green smoke, and a breeze was blown away; The tall and straight body stood in the overwhelming shadows, safe and peaceful, but there was a trace of pathos......

Inexplicably, Emma's eyes were slightly hot, and her heart seemed to be held in the palm of a giant hand, and then contracted violently, she opened her mouth to say something, but found that she couldn't even make a sound, and the surging and intricate emotions made her unable to breathe at all.

It's a delusion, it's supposed to be an illusion, isn't that a delusion?

He just sold his life and emotions for the sake of profit! He had just taken advantage of another woman for his selfish purposes...... Or even a few other friends! He had just closed a deal with the devil for himself! So, he's a bastard, he's the devil, she should be rejected, she should be hated, she should be run away, shouldn't she? Isn't it?

However, her steps seemed to have taken root.

At this point, the man's footsteps began to move, which made Emma's muscles tense up in an instant, but even she couldn't tell whether she should be scared, or should she run away, or should she step forward to comfort him, or should she pretend that nothing happened? The mixed emotions came rushing in waves, far beyond what she could bear.

He was getting closer and closer, the firm pace did not speed up or slow down, it was still approaching calmly and gentlemanly, the polite and detached smile on his face never disappeared, the perfect mask could not find any flaws, Emma opened her mouth, she wanted to say something, she should say something, but her brain was completely knotted, and she didn't even make a sound, let alone speak.

Then, just like that, he passed her without any stop.

He didn't hide what he had done, he didn't explain it, he didn't even ask her what she had seen. He just smiled and nodded, and whispered, "Thanks for the reminder, you've been a great help." The friendly voice echoed in her ears like a shout from the other side of the valley, but before she could react, he walked away.

After a long time, the sound hit Emma's eardrums, she breathed sharply, her body was finally able to move, she quickly turned around, and then watched his footsteps fade away. She remained where she was, staring intently at his back.

The light of the cream-colored street lamp slowly sprinkled down, outlining a golden trim on his shoulders, and the fine dust was dancing happily, and the hard shoulder line became gentle, as if even time and space had become soft. However, the tall figure was so lonely, the huge square was extremely empty, and the raging wind broke into the milky light and shadow, and became weak in an instant, gently blowing the hem of his clothes, different from the fury in the darkness just now, but magnifying the loneliness endlessly.

This reminded Emma of those blue eyes, those deep eyes hidden a touch of fragility that could be broken at any time, as if he could never hurt others, but it was easy for someone to hurt him, the sad melancholy and loneliness were hidden between the deadly eyebrows, and even the light and shadow that fell in them added a touch of tenderness.

At this time, the man took out the mobile phone in his pocket and dialed a number, and after a while, the other party picked it up, "Kayla, tomorrow night at eight o'clock, 'eat dry and wipe clean' restaurant." ”

Not knowing what the other party said, he lowered his head and chuckled, the lazy voice gently tugging in the night, "You are free to understand." After a pause, the smile on his lips relaxed a little, "You can choose not to come, but I'll wait there." After saying that, he hung up the phone without even giving the other party a chance to refute.

His steps went farther and farther, leaving the slender figure stretching longer and longer under the street lamp...... But the boiling noise around him seemed out of place, he was the only one left, a lonely person, the world was so empty, so vast, so wide, but he was only one person.

"You're welcome." Emma shouted without warning, his footsteps did not stop, and he did not make any superfluous movements, and soon disappeared into the neon of the street, and entered the jazz bar, leaving only the empty street, and the noisy staff around him seemed to disappear in an instant, only him and her, and when he left, she was alone.

Could it be that this is his truest face, not the good guy she thinks, nor the bad guy she sees; Not the gentleman she thought she was, nor the bastard she saw...... Looking at Lance's back as she drifted away, she stood still, unable to move at all, like a fool, lonely, fearful, lonely, sad, repulsed, sympathetic, angry, regretful, surprised, vulnerable...... Countless emotions came surgingly, and the intricate tastes danced on the tip of the tongue, bitter and difficult to swallow. (To be continued.) )

ps: Today's first update, May Day begs for the support of double monthly passes, wow!