"Oh God! Oh, Jesus Christ! Oh hell/! They disgust me! Look at their pretentious appearance, as if nothing had happened, and you really want to tear that sanctimonious mask off their faces, it's disgusting! ”

The cursing in his ears was intermittent and vague, as if the illusion and reality of the dream were constantly alternating, and the tinnitus gradually became clear. The voice was elegant and mature, with a hint of hoarseness, like red velvet, sexual/sensual and beautiful, even the swearing words were so elegant. Even if you don't see the expression on the face of the person who speaks, you can sketch that just right smile in your mind, and the gentlemanly calmness and wisdom make it easy to ignore the roughness of his words.

Lance was dizzy, his vision blurred, and he could only vaguely see large clumps of green, black, and gray mixed together, like a worthless abstract painting. He couldn't concentrate on his thoughts, let alone stop the people around him, because the chaotic brain was like two galaxies colliding together, and the starlight in the sky was swaying in a tornado-like darkness, and the violent concussions and crashes made his stomach start to roll - he really wanted to vomit.

"Grass/fuck/fuck/Kavalaug, that shitty little guy can't wait to start socializing...... "Shut up! This was the only thought in Lance's head at this time, he just hoped that the voices around him would stop and shut up quickly! "I really want to punch him hard and watch his dirty smile turn into a pile of shit/shit ...... "Shut up, shut up!" He must have been squeezed clean in some third-rate//woman's bed last night, you see the dark circles under his eyes, it's really dirty......"

"Shut up......" Lance finally couldn't take it anymore, and the voice rushed out of his throat. But his voice was not loud enough, and there seemed to be no way for the other party to hear, and the crooked voice continued, "Look! Paltrow is here! Oh, that shameless bitch/son/son actually wore a short skirt with hips, making it clear that she was here to seduce/lure others on the spot today, I don't know who her target is today, what a complete prostitute/female ......"

"Shut up!" Lance roared loudly directly, the overturning of the river in his head was almost about to explode, the uncontrollable nausea surged, even if he clenched his teeth tightly, even if he clenched his fists tightly, even if he tightened his muscles, it still didn't help. The humming and chirping curse, no matter how elegant it was, sounded like Tang Seng's endless nagging at this time, and it had no effect except to let himself slide into the abyss of madness step by step. So, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Bang!"

Lance swung his right fist and smashed it into the mouth fiercely and accurately, and then he felt the violent impact of the fist and the muscles of his face, and the real blow felt as if the whole world began to spin, but the steadiness of his feet was transmitted like never before, so that the mountain and tsunami in his brain gradually began to calm down, and then, the vision gradually became clear......

George-Clooney staggered back two steps and looked at the man standing in front of him with a stunned expression.

The pair of heroic eyebrows were tightly tangled together, and the panic and melancholy condensed between the eyebrows carried a kind of orphan-like blankness, revealing the solemnity of Shakespearean tragedy, faintly falling into those eyes as deep and vast as the blue sea, bursting out with a decadent temperament that wandered between strength and vulnerability. The golden sunlight shone down through the tender green, and the light slowly slid across his face, as if the top art master used the gentlest brushstrokes to outline the thrilling outline little by little, and in an instant his breathing suddenly stopped.

This is the Lancelot-Strelow he knew, this is the Lance he knew, no doubt. But why did Lance suddenly attack him? Not to mention that now in front of the public, there are many top Hollywood bigwigs gathered not far away, is Lance crazy? Or is Lance aware of his secret?

George couldn't hide the turmoil in his heart at all, and anger and shame surged into his chest in an instant, "Lance, are you crazy?" See who I am, I'm not Ryan Kavalaug! Do you have water in your brain? You look like a mindless psychopath right now! George stared at Lance incredulously with round eyes, even if he tried hard to suppress it, not wanting to ruin his elegant image in public, but the turbulent waves in his pupils still revealed his feelings that were gradually losing control at this time.

After swinging his fist, Lance only felt that his hot lungs finally breathed a breath of fresh air, and he tried to calm his chaotic brain and clear his mind, but the suppressed angry voice in front of him did not give him time. Refocusing his gaze, he saw the man in front of him: George, George Clooney, one of his former best friends and one of the accomplices in Ryan's wolf affair.

When the brain realized that it was George standing in front of him, the anger swept over in an instant, swallowing up Lance's unrelieved reason again, and the fist that had only been released clenched again, just a big stride directly in front of George, looking at George's face condescendingly, grabbed George's neckline with his left hand, and lifted him up fiercely.

George only felt that his neckline was grabbed fiercely, and the height disadvantage made him have to stand on his toes to avoid the dilemma of his feet hanging in the air, and he saw Lance's angular face suddenly dilated in his pupils, and then time stopped, George cleared his throat and squeezed out a trace of voice, "Lance...... Reims. ”

The cicada chirping was still echoing in his ears, and the freshness of summer was still wafting under his nose, and suddenly, George saw a wicked and cruel smile outlined on the corner of Lance's mouth, which stabbed him like a sharp blade, making his heart stop beating suddenly, and then he didn't even have time to savor the meaning of this smile, he saw a black shadow waving over, and then his left cheek seemed to be hit head-on by a train, and the sharp pain surged, swallowing him in an instant, but the cry was still stuck in his throat, The suffocating grip on the neckline suddenly loosened, and he fell to the ground like a rag bag.

The pain made George almost feel like his jaw had been dislocated, and every pain nerve in his brain was groaning/groaning; But even more terrible than the pain was the shame - it was an occasion of great importance, in which many bigwigs appeared, and the image of the elegant gentleman whom he had painstakingly managed was now reduced to a mess of paper by Lance's simple and brutal blows. This sense of shame made George feel so painful that he wanted to tear Lance to pieces, but what was even more urgent was that he wanted to disappear straight away!

After Lance's uppercut just now almost concentrated all his strength, and after venting all his feelings, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his eyes locked on George motionlessly, and then he saw that George avoided his gaze a little wolfishly, which made the smile on the corner of Lance's mouth pause slightly, and then it retracted, and he patted his hands lightly, as if he was patting the dust on his hands.

At this moment, there was a sound next to him-

"Lancelot!"

Lance turned his head almost reflexively, and then saw Gwyneth-Paltrow standing five paces away.

Today, Gwyneth wore a black suit, a tight one-line skirt wrapped in fabric to show her beautiful figure, long blonde hair was pulled into a bun, with a small black top hat, hanging half of the black veil to cover the small part of her face, the heavy and solemn atmosphere slowly seeped out.

Gwyneth glanced at Lance slightly, and when the eyes of the two people made contact, she quickly lowered her eyes, blocking her vision, but even so, the disgust in her eyes slowly faded in the sunlight, and then turned her head slightly, revealing the soft jaw arc, "If you're standing up for me, forget it." I've made it clear, it's over, it's over, it's over. There is no longer any possibility between me and you. ”

Gwyneth's voice was so cold that it ruthlessly blocked out all temperatures.

She looked at it again, and then saw Lance's thrilling eyes. Although she and Lance no longer had anything to do with each other, she still had to sigh.

His face will slowly pass with the long river of time, but those eyes will always be so bright and clear, when his smile emerges, like the morning sun; And when it is gloomy and deep, it is like the sunshine that cannot be hidden behind the dark clouds. At this moment, it was as if she could truly see the whole world falling apart in those azure eyes, and her cold heart couldn't help but throb slightly.

"George is your best friend—at least one of his best friends, and you don't have to fight him for me." Gwyneth took a long and deep breath, adjusted her feelings, and then said coldly and calmly, "You only make me more embarrassed by this, this is a public place, everyone is here to mourn Mr. Reitse, your actions will not only divert everyone's focus, but also bring me a lot of pressure, I don't like this, I hate it." If this is your move to win me back, it just makes me sick to my stomach even more. ”

Gwyneth couldn't help but look at Lance again, the fragility in those eyes made her heart soften again, but she gritted her teeth and didn't say anything more, just turned away, and severed all the last connections.

George raised his head slightly, looking at the depressed Lance, he suddenly understood, Lance was not crazy, let alone aware of the secret of his collusion with Ryan, but because of Gwyneth - that emotional wound that still could not be healed, so Lance was angry with himself, just because he had just spoken disrespectfully to Gwyneth.

After thinking this out, George let out a long breath and cursed inwardly, but on the surface he still regained his calm, "Damn Lance! The guy who always puts love in front of friendship, I just told the truth twice, why do you react so much, it's really ......" Lance didn't react, as if he hadn't heard George's words. George let out a long sigh, stood up straight, and then patted Lance lightly on the shoulder, making a look of "adults don't remember villains", but ...... Lance still didn't move.

Lance was indeed shocked, but not because of Gwyneth, not because of George, but because of the truth of their words...... What the hell is going on? Didn't he sit on the subway back to Brooklyn? Is he still not awake from his dreams? Is this a dream or reality? Is this 2015 or 2002? Where the hell is this now? Did he wear/cross or was he reborn? Is he Li Jin or Lancelot, or is he some other stranger?

All the qiē is messed up.

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