From a distance, Lance saw Andrew Garfield with a green smile on his face, he scratched his head a little reservedly, and then wiped his hands his back, and then politely stretched out his hands and greeted Emma politely. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Confused, Emma looked up at Edward, and asked suspiciously, "Did I put on the wrong makeup today?" Princess makeup turned into witch makeup? ”

That serious words suddenly made Andrew panic, and he waved his hand again and again to deny, "No...... It's not ......" but for a while he couldn't find a suitable word to explain, and he stammered so much that his cheeks began to blush slightly.

Edward, who was standing next to him, saw it, walked up with a heavy and mournful expression, and patted Andrew on the shoulder, "Little one, it's not a gentleman's behavior to be so rude to a lady." Then he shook his head, his face full of distress, "I thought the British were more gentlemen than the Americans." Such an act ......" Edward paused for a moment, then let out a long breath with a look of incompetence.

Andrew was even more nervous and overwhelmed, "No, it's not......" He was just excited, he didn't expect that he could actually see the real Emma in life, more beautiful and playful than he imagined, and that kind of elf-like temperament made him dare not look directly. "I just...... I ......" Andrew tried to explain, but before he could say anything, Naomi walked up and shook her head with a helpless smile, "Andrew, they're just joking with you." ”

Andrew was stunned for half a second, subconsciously raised his head to look at Emma, and then saw that the big watery eyes were full of smiles, and even the curvature of the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, which suddenly made Andrew more restrained, his cheeks were hot, and he quickly lowered his gaze, not even knowing where it should be.

"Hey, I'm Emma, nice to meet you." Andrew heard Emma's brisk voice coming, and Emma's right hand appeared in his lowered gaze, his head was lowered, and he hurriedly shook the right hand like a snow-white lotus root, "Nice to meet you, I...... I'm Andrew, Andrew Garfield. There seemed to be a faint temperature in his palm, but it burned like a flame, and Andrew hurriedly put his hands behind his back, and his muscles became more and more tense.

Seeing Andrew's immature appearance, everyone else around him was entertained. Although Andrew is the youngest lad on the crew of "The Incredible Hulk", he is actually twenty-four years old this year. However, in front of the down-and-out Emma, Andrew was timid, and the ignorance, nervousness and vigor that had just entered the industry were clearly visible.

Lance's progress suddenly stopped, and the urge to approach was overtaken by an indescribable timidity. Timid, he really hadn't experienced this emotion for a long time. There was a pause in his footsteps, and his eyes fell on Emma's cheerful and bright smile, and then fell lightly, landing on Emma's right hand, which had just shaken Andrew's hand, and then hung back at his side. Inexplicably, he couldn't take his eyes off the right hand, and his mind was filled with the thought of wanting to hold that right hand, which was so persistent and fanatical that Lance panicked a little uncomfortably.

It's not like him, it's not him.

The left hand couldn't help but clench, and the thumb pressed the index finger fiercely, but it still didn't help, and the panic, impulsiveness, timidity, and confusion in my heart were mixed together. His chest was stuffy, indescribable, it was all too strange, so strange that he wanted to run away.

Edward laughed and patted Andrew's arm again, "Cherish this time, once you miss it, you will never get it back." "After entering the battlefield of Vanity Fair, no matter what position you are in, you can't go back. It's an incredibly difficult road, but ...... It's like besieging a city, the people inside want to go out, and the people outside want to come in, and you can only understand it if you have experienced it yourself.

Andrew didn't know why, and looked at Edward in surprise.

But Edward didn't answer Andrew, "Lance? He was the first to see Lance appear, called out, and then looked left and right, "Uh, the break is over?" "Although there was a lot of laughter during the shoot just now, jokes to jokes, work to work, Edward's dedication and professionalism are impeccable.

In an instant, everyone's eyes followed Edward's voice, including Emma and Andrew.

The burning gaze twitched lightly on Lance's skin, but he remained indifferent, his gaze falling on Emma's right hand. Slowly, Lance slowly raised his head and looked deeply at Emma, at the fading smile on the corner of his mouth, at the faintly glowing lightness on his brows, and at the swirling crimson on his cheeks.

The words came to my lips, but I couldn't say them, or rather, I didn't know what to say. For the first time, Lance discovered his word poverty. He knew he should take that step, the first step of trust, as he did to Edward Norton, as he did to Cole Greid, as he did to James Corden, but ...... The trust at this step seemed to be the same and seemed to be different, and the words were like muscles, stiffened in place. This left Lance a little at a loss.

It had been so long, really long, that he couldn't remember how trust had begun, as if he had lost that ability.

Edward noticed a hint of something strange in the air, but he couldn't say why, looked at Lance, then followed Lance's line of sight, and then turned his head to look at Emma, his eyes were full of confusion and speculation, his mind was full of thoughts, but he couldn't catch an accurate vein, opened his mouth, Edward wanted to speak, jokingly asked what was going on, but at this moment, he saw Lance raise his left hand.

Lance exhaled softly, then stretched out his left hand, palm facing up, straight out, as if an invitation. It was the only thing he could do, he didn't know what to say, he didn't know what to do, and he didn't know how to take this step, so he stretched out his left hand, cautiously, with trepidation, hesitation, as if he were walking on a lake that had just been frozen in winter.

He didn't know if it made sense, and he didn't know if it could be understood, but that was his limit. He looked intently at Emma not far away, his calm gaze was like a puddle of water, undisturbed, and no one could see the turbulence hidden under the dark blue.

Emma looked at Lance in a daze, the smile disappeared from the corners of her mouth little by little, and there were shallow waves in her blue eyes, but they disappeared in a blink of an eye, as if nothing had happened, but Emma's heart began to accelerate inexplicably, just staring at the man in front of her intently, a powerful force held her heart tightly, and the surging feeling of suffocation swept over, and she was caught off guard.

Then she saw Lance's outstretched left hand, slowly, gracefully, cautiously, but with a hint of longing and fear. The slender knuckles were so distinct under the sparse light projection that she didn't even have time to react, she bit her lower lip, the mist in her eye sockets quickly accumulated, and an irrepressible warmth surged, and she lowered her eyes in a panic, hiding her gaffe.

She read him, she read his movement. A stretch of his hand, but a step, a careful step, as if walking on the tip of a knife, was the first time he took a step towards her. She couldn't imagine how hard it had been for him, but she knew that he had finally taken a step, and the distance between the two of them had shortened a little, and a little. The palpitations made her almost breathless.

Raising his eyes again, the fog under his eyes had disappeared, and the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly bloomed, but then it retracted and turned into a shallow smile, warm and firm. She looked at the deep blue eyes quietly, behind the calm waves, there were thorns and vigilance all over the body, and the slightest sound would make him run away. But she won't let him down, not this time, not ever, never.

Emma took her own steps, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time in the midst of everyone's stunned and puzzled eyes. Since he can't get closer, then he just waits in place, let her get closer little by little, she can wait, she can wait, she can take the initiative, even if she is covered in bruises, she just wants to stand by his side forever, against all the wind and rain.

When the last foot falls, the heartbeat also slowly falls. Emma stretched out her right hand and held the flat palm in front of her, the thick palm seemed to be able to wrap her easily, the palm was slightly cold, but there was a warmth transmitted to the blood along the fingertips, so that she couldn't help curling up her fingertips, holding the hand, holding it tightly, and then never letting go.

Emma was so determined like never before, she just wanted to hold those hands and walk towards the end of time.

Raising her head, Emma met those blue eyes, the smile on the corner of her mouth rose slightly, subtle and sunny, and trivial warmth sprinkled down. The corners of Lance's mouth pursed slightly, as if he was a little at a loss, still not very comfortable with such a touch, the fingers of his left hand loosened, but then he still held it again, hard, hard, until it began to hurt, and the sense of reality fell into his heart.

Turning around, Lance took Emma's right hand and strode towards the door of the studio. A bright ray of sunlight spilled through the gate, like a tunnel to the unknown, and the backs of the two people disappeared into the light little by little, side by side.