Looking at Lance's cold and detached back, as if even the heavens and the earth could not hurt him, Emma had an indescribable anger surging in the depths of her heart, but she couldn't even tell who the object of anger was, whether it was the past that hurt Lance, whether it was Lance who refused to open his heart, or herself. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Coward!" Emma shouted loudly, which made Lance's footsteps finally stop, but he didn't turn around, just stopped where he was, Emma clenched her fists and roared at the back that was tightly wrapped in armor, "Coward! You don't even dare to look me in the eye, do you really dislike me, or are you afraid to like me? ”

Lance's breath froze, and the sudden panic made him grit his teeth. He knew that he should turn around at this time, coldly laugh at Emma's indiscretion and self-inflicted affection, jokingly ridicule Emma's youthful ignorance and fledgling affection, and then brutally cut off all ties between the two of them, which is what he is good at, isn't it? But his steps froze in place, his body couldn't turn at all, as if his whole body was suspended in mid-air, and he tried to find a relay point, but it was in vain, and every struggle only made him more embarrassed.

"You're just running away, running away from me, and even more so running away from yourself. All I want is for you to stop and stand where I am so that I can slowly get closer and try at least once, if only once. You can run away from me, but you can't run away from yourself all the time. ”

The gale was gusting, and Emma's voice was fluctuating in the night, as if it would be torn apart at any moment, but ...... She didn't, and the firm, full voice pierced the night, striking Lance's shoulder so hard that it was dripping with blood.

Lance closed his eyes, took a deep breath, the sneer on the corner of his mouth lightly outlined, and said in a loud voice, "Sigmund-Freud, it's time for today's counseling class. The sharp taunt and indifferent detachment, like a dagger, followed the sound of the wind and stabbed Emma in the chest, and then Lance did not stop any longer, and disappeared into the room.

Call...... Call...... The wind was still ringing, and Lance's cold voice drifted around in the night, causing the temperature to drop a little more. Emma's thin shoulders could barely bear the weight of the night, as if she would be completely crushed at any moment, despair stretched out thorny vines from the desert, wrapped around her legs, slowly, slowly, gradually devoured her courage, the light of hope was precarious in the thick of the night and the raging wildness, and the despair that surged in that moment brought Emma to the brink of collapse.

She had watched Lance hurt Jessica Alba so badly, the smell of brutal blood still lingering under her nose, but when she became the object of Lance's injury, she realized that the pain was almost deep in her bones, and her soul felt it clearly, and she tried to make some sounds, but even the moans/moans of pain were stuck in her throat.

His eyes stared at Lance's back, and then he saw his right hand hanging at his side clenched into a fist, and the tight fist seemed to condense all the strength in his body, so that his muscles began to tremble slightly. Only then did Emma notice that Lance's right hand was injured, and the unbandaged right hand began to seep blood again, and the bright red liquid slowly flowed on the taut skin, staggering, and finally dripping onto the ground, blooming. Looking up along the right hand, you can see that the shoulders that have begun to stiffen because of too much force, majestic, generous, strong, resolute, as if indestructible, the bright halo around them began to devour the figure little by little, and finally disappeared completely.

"At the very least, you should give yourself a second chance."

Emma whispered how badly she was in pain, and Lance was twice, triple, or even tenfold. The past hurt made him lose the ability to trust, and he was bruised all over his body, so he did not hesitate to protect himself by hurting others, how deep the wound was, how heavy the pain, how strong his resistance was. Unfortunately, no one ever saw his wounds, but only immersed in his own wounds, only condemning his cold-bloodedness and ruthlessness, so he became more and more vigilant and detached, hiding behind the thick mask, refusing to take a step.

For the first time, Emma actually reads Lance, but the truth is so brutal that she can barely bear it. In her world, it was impossible to imagine what Lance had been through. In her mind, the memories of the past came flooding back, and the bits and pieces of Lance she witnessed, and the hesitation she experienced, all turned into incomparable firmness at this moment.

She wanted to get closer to the man slowly; She wanted to sit beside him and quietly admire the stars, waiting for the sun to rise again; She wanted to stand behind him, and even if the whole world was on his side, she wouldn't leave; She wanted to warm her cold soul and see the smile that bloomed in the sunshine again; She wanted to hold his hand and go through a long life, all the way to the end of her life......

She liked him; She loved him.

"Love." The smile on the corner of Emma's mouth couldn't help but be lightly outlined, a little shy, a little panicked, but more determined and happy. Her eyes couldn't help but become warm again, but she didn't cry, because this was the beginning of happiness, and her body was filled with strength again, and she raised her head and chest and took a step.

No matter how strong the night wind is, no matter how cold the air is, no matter how long the night is, she will never give up until the moment the sun jumps above the horizon.

Lance sat on the sofa in the room, his head was a mess, he couldn't sort out his thoughts at all, he didn't like her, he obviously didn't like her, she was just a yellow-haired girl who was not fully developed, she was a child who had not grown up at all in his eyes, she was not even a friend...... However, the panic in his heart could not be calmed down at all, and this chaotic feeling made Lance a little confused, as if no amount of effort could contain it. It's terrible.

A small sound of "hiss, hiss......" broke the silence of the room, and Lance reflexively looked over to see a folded piece of letter tucked under the crack in the door.

Lance's brows couldn't help frowning, and his brain didn't even have time to think, so he stood up directly, walked quickly to the door, and opened the door with force, but he didn't see any figure, only had time to catch a shadow that disappeared from the door, and he was inexplicably relieved. That's when Lance began to think, what the hell was he doing? If you see Emma, what should he do? Scold her severely? Or fire her from the crew? He didn't even know what was going on in his head.

As he was about to close the door, Lance saw a small woven basket on the floor, which contained bandages, iodine and other medicines for wounds.

After hesitating for a moment, Lance bent down and picked up the letter first, subconsciously wanting to open it, but at the moment of opening, his heartbeat couldn't help but pause for a moment, and Emma's words echoed in his ears, "Coward", which made Lance's left hand involuntarily tighten into a fist, and quickly opened the letter, on which only one sentence was written, "In order not to affect tomorrow's shooting, please remember to rub the medicine." ”

An indescribable anger burned in his chest, a speechless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he waved his left fist in the air, as if he wanted to vent, but he finally stopped, turned around and wanted to close the door of the room, but after a moment's pause, he still bent down to pick up the basket, and then slammed the door shut.

The sound of the door closing was heard, and Emma poked her head out of the doorway, saw the vanished woven basket, smiled contentedly at the corner of her mouth, hummed a little song, and jumped back to her room.

As the night grew darker, Lance found himself at a loss. Trying to fall back asleep, but not falling asleep at all; Trying to think about the filming of the movie and Max's performance, but his mind is in a mess and he can't figure out a single idea; Tried to find a meeting with other staff members, but it was already midnight and the timing was clearly not right; Trying to sit down and find something else to do, but having trouble concentrating in a panic.

Standing at the window, looking at the night outside, I remembered Emma's words, "I like you", shook his head, and threw these chaotic thoughts out of his head, but quieted down again, and after a while, the voice began to sound again, "If someone can finish filming this work and make it a classic, that person is right in front of me at this moment." ”

Lance looked at the desert, but the unchanged scenery made him think deeply. He should believe in himself, shouldn't he? Even if everyone doesn't believe him, he shouldn't waver in his faith, what's more, he's never alone, Theo believes in him, Ian believes in him, Gawain believes in him...... And Emma also believed in him. Maybe he should reclear his mind, rediscover his inspiration, and get back to work

His thoughts were still a little confused, and mixed emotions were tumbling on the tip of his tongue, but Lance decided to do something to distract him. So, he took out the script of "Fury Road" and began to read it. At first, he was a little irritable and read very slowly, but the tranquility around him, the clear air, and the soothing night, the thoughts in his mind finally gradually dissipated, and Lance was entering the wasteland apocalyptic world he had created with his own hands.

In this world, he is God, a sneeze can make a tornado start raging, and a big wave of his hand can make lightning and thunder; But he is also the main character, Max travels long distances in the middle of a barren desert, trying to find a glimmer of life in this desolate apocalypse.

Director, screenwriter, actor, producer. It's not separate positions, it's separate but closely related positions, and he knows that, he knows it. (To be continued.) )