Turning her head, Emma could see Lance standing in the courtyard, the warm sunlight shining down on his broad shoulders, and outlining a touch of tiredness with a glow. Emma couldn't imagine how difficult the scene was just now www.biquge.info but Lance had never seen anything like this.

If it was usual, she didn't dare to take the initiative to go to Lance just now, she wouldn't even have such an idea, because Lance is always beautiful and beautiful, and there is naturally a powerful aura that people dare not approach in a calm manner, which is obviously close at hand, but it seems to be far away from the end of the world, and it is extremely difficult to even take a step closer.

But just now, Lance could hardly stand firm. Although he tried his best to hide it, he created the illusion that he was still not out of the play, making people mistakenly think that it was Jeff's vulnerability; But she always felt that it was real, that was the real Lance, hidden under the layers of armor was a soul who refused to trust and was afraid of being hurt. She knew that this idea was ridiculous, and it was most likely her wishful thinking, but ...... That's how she believes.

Through the exhaustion of that shoulder, Emma seemed to see the shallow curvature of the corner of Lance's mouth, with a faint warmth, which was the kind of Lance that no one had really glimpsed.

Unable to help it, Emma stepped away and walked into the courtyard, stopped at Lance's side, glanced up at Lance, and involuntarily chuckled. Lance obviously heard her voice, but he didn't turn his head, his eyebrows frowned slightly towards the middle, and the obvious rejection seemed to say, "I need personal space now, take a good rest and brew, don't bother me." But Emma, as if she didn't understand, not only did she not leave, but she stood still.

Emma turned her head to look at the courtyard in front of her, stretched widely, and took a deep breath of the fresh air in the courtyard, "So, you do like to perform." No, you should say that you are crazy about acting, as if you were born to be an actor - not in terms of appearance, but in terms of your acting talent. Emma's brisk tone jumped in the sun, and the joy and pride in her words were barely concealed, which made Lance's eyebrows move closer and closer to the middle, and the voice was really too loud, "I just thought that you have a passion for movies, and you can see from your work that if you don't really love movies, you will never be able to make a 'City of God'." ”

Lance closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to scold Emma and let her leave. His brain was in chaos right now, he felt exhausted, he needed rest, and there was silence. But apparently, Emma didn't seem to want to give him a chance at all, and kept nagging.

"But obviously, I was wrong." For the first time, Emma found it so pleasant to admit her mistakes. The man who said "the dream is dead" at the beginning still has a fanaticism for dreams in his heart. This made Emma wonder what this man had gone through, turning the light of dreams into ashes, making the bond of trust completely disappear, and how many scars were hidden under the skin that had confused countless people.

He's like an esoteric literary masterpiece, and many people just read the introduction, or the beginning, and then give up impatiently. But as long as you really stick to it, you will find that the greatness and richness of this book make people want to stop.

"You know what? When you were performing just now, your every move affected everyone's reaction, and you forgot to breathe, just held your breath and entered the world you built. In a trance, we all forget that this is the set, this is the crew, and we forget that you are performing, and just believe that it is what is really happening. ”

Lance finally couldn't hold back, turned his head, and wanted to shut Emma up, but he saw Emma's shining eyes, excited, excited, happy, focused, fanatical, and the sparkling light actually made him want to avoid his eyes.

It was him, it was forgotten in the depths of memory, like an ugly wound, not daring to touch or even look at it, abandoned in a dusty corner, even if it still hurts faintly, but it is completely forgotten, as if you only need to clench your teeth, those pains can be endured, and then continue to live.

But now, he saw himself in her gaze, and the wound was revealed again.

Lance turned his head in embarrassment, staggering Emma's gaze, his hands curled up slightly, and his left thumb rubbing the lines of his fingertips in an attempt to calm himself down. However, it is not so easy. If he were a robot, things would be much simpler.

"Radiance, when you're performing, there's a lingering glow in the depths of your eyes. It's like, it's like that's the real you! Emma didn't notice the subtle changes in Lance, but just gushed and vented all her inner feelings, "I'm not saying that Jeff is the real you, but that you are the most real in the performance." Realizing that she had made a mistake, Emma stuck out her tongue and quickly corrected her words, "So, dreams still exist, right?" It's always been there, right? ”

Lance didn't answer, didn't even turn her head, but Emma just looked at Lance quietly, the smile on her lips rose, she had already got the answer she wanted, because Lance didn't deny it. Then, Emma turned her head and shook her body in satisfaction, "I can't wait, I can't wait to see the expressions of the audience who are shocked by your performance, and who are surprised by your film." That's probably the most wonderful scenery in the world. ”

There was a shallow warm current flowing from the bottom of his heart, even if he didn't want to admit it, admit his weakness, admit his truth, admit his enthusiasm, but ...... The words of denial were stuck in his throat and could not be spoken. "Shut up!" Lance whispered, turned his head, and said viciously, "You're noisy, you know?" I need to rest, I need to be quiet, you better shut up! ”

Emma looked at Lance's fierce appearance, but her fierce tone was not imposing at all, and then she showed a flattering smile, and smiled into two crescent-like eyes to meet Lance's gaze, and before Lance could say anything more, her hands were taken out from behind her back and placed in front of Lance.

It turned out to be a packet of Skittles.

Lance only felt a clump in his chest, looking at Emma's dazzling smile, a wave of anger surged to his chest, but then it disappeared, turning into a burst of helplessness, he glared at Emma fiercely, raised his hand and took the bag of candy, and said harshly, "You'd better start quiet now!" Then he turned his head away and ignored Emma.

Emma watched as Lance took apart the Skittles and threw them into her mouth, nodded slightly in smugness, and didn't say anything more.

However, the silence lasted less than thirty seconds, and Emma couldn't hold back and looked at Lance again, "Lance, would you like to be my dance partner at the prom?" The crisp voice echoed like a silver bell in the afternoon sun, youthful and beautiful.

Lance rolled his eyes, "Quiet, don't you understand?" ”

"I'm serious." Emma didn't hesitate. If it had been before, perhaps she would have begun to be afraid, she would have begun to hesitate, she would have begun to retreat, and under Lance's scolding, she would have turned and run away; But now, she won't do that, she'll stay where she is, she won't leave Lance alone. She knew that those masks were the armor that Lance used to protect herself, she knew it.

"You're underage, and it's still early for prom." Lance only felt a faint throbbing pain in his temples, but he couldn't help but answer patiently.

"I'm a senior in high school, and this is my graduation season." Emma craned her neck, angrily emphasizing again. Lance always treats her like a child, but the problem is, she's not a child anymore.

She thought about it for a long time, thought about it for a long time, hesitated for a long time, and finally said it today. The prom, the end of her student life, was an important turning point in her life, and she wanted the person standing by her side to be special, unique, and unforgettable. Lance, who had been him since the beginning, wanted him to be her dance partner and accompany her through the best nights.

She knew that it meant an invitation to a date; She knew that it meant a cryptic confession; She knew it meant an impossible challenge. However, looking at Lance in front of her, she was still more determined than ever.

Lance shrugged and didn't answer, an attitude that seemed to amount to a rejection. It takes courage for a girl to take the initiative to invite a boy to be her dance partner, and the boy doesn't give a positive answer, which makes it even more frustrating, but Emma won't give up easily, "Would you like to be my dance partner?" ”

"You should invite the boys in the school." Lance turned his head, looked away, and picked up the candy packet, but hesitated, but put it down again.

Emma pouted speechlessly, "You mean, looking for those stupid and brainless muscular men?" They don't have anything else on their minds other than alcohol and their chest/part. That's the worst way to get to prom! I'd rather not go. ”

"Maybe you should be more connected to your peers, or maybe you shouldn't attend." Lance still didn't react much, and said coldly.

Emma curled her mouth in frustration, "Can't you just be a hero and save the beauty?" Coming with me to prom? There is only one chance in life, do you really want me to miss it? ”

"Heroes save beauty?" Lance looked Emma up and down meaningfully, which made Emma's cheeks suddenly hot, and she waved her right fist in annoyance, avoiding Lance's topic, and raised her voice, "I know, you may think this is too naïve, or rather, there will always be a chance to go to such a party in the future, but for me, for my youth, this is the most important ball, do you really not want to be my male partner?" ”

"That's why it's so important, you should get your peers to participate." Still unmoved, Lance patted Emma on the shoulder, turned and walked into the room, and said, "Everyone cheer up and get ready for the second shoot." ”

Emma stood still, her shoulders drooping in frustration, as if all her strength had been drained in an instant. (To be continued.) )