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Lance looked at Jessica standing in front of him, he could smell the desperate bitterness in the air, the fragility that seemed to dissipate in the wind at any moment was like a fragile puzzle, and with a single effort, the whole world would be shattered. ≥, however, Lance was indifferent.

Perhaps, he is indeed invulnerable.

"Because things aren't the same anymore, you've crossed that line." Lance's calm words stabbed Jessica in the chest like an ice pick in the scorching summer, without mercy or hesitation, "It's a game, and it's just a game. When the game starts to get serious, it's not fun. ”

The pain in her chest swept over like a tidal wave, leaving Jessica speechless, "But...... But ......" Jessica opened her mouth, only to find that she could hardly breathe, and all her justifications became weak, and her reason told her that she should now straighten her back, drop a dollar to Lance, and then tell Lance, that this was the reward for the game, and turn away. However, she couldn't do it, and she didn't want to.

"It's a game, it's a game!" Jessica struggled to climb up the cliff of despair as if a drowning man had caught a life-saving rope, her hands propped up on the coffee table, she approached Lance, and then said earnestly, even forgetting that there were other guests watching around the café, "I can do it, believe me, not a single qiē has changed, and neither will change between us, this is still just a game." Really, I mean really. ”

She knew she looked pathetic like a clown right now, but she didn't care. It wasn't until this moment that she really realized that she was stuck in the mud and couldn't extricate herself, that she had never had any advantage in this game, that she had always been a loser, but she didn't care. The only thing she hopes is that the game can continue. How sad, but how earnest.

However, Lance didn't give her any chance, and cut the rope of life ruthlessly in cold blood, "Jessica, it's game over." Then he watched Jessica fall off a cliff and was indifferent.

Jessica grabbed Lance's right hand firmly, but the palm was cold but bitterly cold, as if the palm without any temperature was peeling off the heat of her palm little by little. Then the whole world cooled down, soaking her wet like a downpour.

Jessica withdrew her palm in disbelief, but she was still a little reluctant, and reached out to touch it again, and the cold skin made her shrink back suddenly, "So, all the qiē doesn't make any sense?" Those days, those times didn't mean anything to you? Is all this just a game? ”

Lance didn't answer, he just looked at Jessica calmly. It's like enjoying a humorous one-man show. The calm made Jessica's inner anger uncontrollable, and she propped her hands on the table fiercely, and the whole person leaned out and approached Lance. Gritted his teeth, he said, "A game? ”

Lance still didn't speak, and the understatement between his eyebrows was like an outsider appreciating the show.

A sense of sadness made Jessica feel ridiculous, and she could only murmur in a low voice. "A game." It was only at this moment that she really understood what that meant, and she really understood what a dangerous trap she had walked into.

Jessica grabbed the cup of coffee on the table. I wanted to throw it at Lance. However, Jessica saw those calm and indifferent eyes, even though he had a cup of hot coffee in his hand, he still didn't react in particular, as if he was the most attentive audience in the world, enjoying the highs and tides of this one-man show.

The one-man show, from beginning to end, is just a one-man show for her.

The thought completely crushed all Jessica's anger, she knew, she always knew, but even if she knew, she walked into the trap like a moth to a flame, and the fatal attraction was indeed like a sharp knife to her chest.

Then, Jessica's shoulders drooped and she slowly put the coffee on the table, but she still couldn't do it. She looked at the man in front of her seriously, and her overheated brain vented the remaining anger in her chest, "Bastard! You shameless bastard! Self-righteous bastards! Do you know how pathetic you are? You will only pretend to be high, but in the end you are nothing more than a bastard who thinks with your lower body, arrogant, proud, shameless, disgusting bastard! Lamentable! Damn it! Filthy! ”

But...... However, what is even more tragic is that her heart is still beating violently, and the surging emotions almost take away her breath. Pitiful, ridiculous, pathetic, hot tears welled up from her eyes, burning her cheeks, but she didn't have time to wipe them, so she could only turn around fiercely and run away.

She had to flee, she could only flee, the pain was clear, unforgettable. The flustered pace, faster and faster, faster and faster, fled the man far away.

The patrons in the café stealthily withdrew their gaze and talked about the recent media gossip about the triangular relationship between Lance, Jessica and Kayla, and although all three parties never acknowledged it, today's episode undoubtedly confirmed the speculation. Everyone's eyes were full of excitement, and their brains were filled with the intricate triangular relationships.

Lance ignored the noise in his ears, and looked in the direction of Jessica's escape, the hasty fleeing figure gradually blurred in the scorching sunlight, and soon disappeared, leaving only a distorted cloud of water vapor in the air, as if the whole world was shrouded in a halo of light.

The same was true of that afternoon, that afternoon in the depths of memory.

The hot air wave imprisoned him in place like a cage, his panicked steps were at a loss, the white reeds had no end in sight, the ubiquitous dazzling sunlight connected the sky and the earth, even the horizon disappeared into the blurred shadows of the reeds, the huge world could not run out, all the struggles seemed to be in vain, hoping to be strangled in the dazzling light little by little.

It's like the city of God covered with yellow sand.

As long as you close your eyes, you can hear Frank's crazy roar, "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you......" With the wind sweeping from all directions, as if narrowing the direction of his escape, silently choked his throat, his breathing became more and more hasty, the panicked footsteps in his ears were getting closer and closer, closer and closer, like the footsteps of death, gradually forcing him into a corner, the afternoon sun was too bright to speak, but the darkness was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved, but the darkness grabbed his ankle and made him unable to get rid of, He was like a trapped beast caught in a hunter's trap, screaming and struggling desperately, but it was useless, only hastening his own death.

The thick smell of blood dragged him into hell, the ubiquitous red gradually eating away at his limbs, and he tried to get rid of the slimy blood on his fingertips, but the bright blood could not be wiped away, but began to climb down his fingertips to his arms, as if he had life, and finally tried to devour his soul, leaving him completely in the dark.

That fear grabbed him by the throat, and despair slowly crept up his body one by one like ants, slowly gnawing at his flesh and blood little by little, slowly devouring his life force inch by inch...... He wanted to shout, but he couldn't shout a single sound.

He had thought that it was an eternal nightmare, and that he would never be able to escape the prison of the nightmare. It wasn't until later that Ian sneaked into the movie theater with him and Gawain to watch the "Breakfast Club", which became a turning point in his life, making him simply believe that friendship can nourish the soul, friendship can light up the world, and friends can build dreams; For the first time, he realized that beyond the dark basement, there was a bright, confused, and magical movie world.

Eventually, he escaped, and Theo and them escaped with them, from the icy waters of Wisconsin to sunny California.

The mist-shrouded San Francisco is like a fairyland on earth, and it is thrillingly beautiful. It was a new www.biquge.info in his life, he started to go to school, he started to meet new people, he even started to have his own hobbies, he began to learn to trust, he began to learn to hope, he began to read dreams and hold on to his beliefs, he began to try a life that he had never dreamed of. Childhood memories are like their abandoned luggage, forever left on that land, hidden in the snowy winter, and then seeping into the stiff earth, no one will talk about it, and no one will find out.

The passage of time had blurred the memories, and even in the dreams, he had forgotten them, and the only fragments left were the smell of mutilation. Eighteen years later, however, life played a joke on him again in a similar way.

Ryan Kavalaug almost shattered the cinematic world he had woven to pieces, cruelly and coldly taught him the bloody nature of reality, and his naïve and pure insistence on being a joke in the eyes of others; George Clooney vividly staged a friendship lesson for him in the most ironic way, teaching him that friendship in real society is cheap and profound, but a string of numbers; Gwyneth Paltrow, the lovely Gwen, Gwen who lives in her own world, chose to turn away at the moment of crisis, facing the impact of reality, love is just a cheap roll of paper......

And Jason, the dearest Jason Berkeley, in the sweetest, most caring, and friendliest way, personally strangled the light of dreams and faith in that shackle of trust, tenderly cut the life-saving rope in his hand, and then watched with tears streaming down his eyes as he fell into darkness and fell to pieces. That innocent kindness taught him that the beauty and happiness in life were just dream bubbles in fairy tales. Only a real fool would believe it.

So, he's a jerk indeed. He'd rather be a jerk.

Retracting his gaze, he put a sugar cube into the coffee cup again, then picked up the cup, blew lightly, and then took a sip unhurriedly, the bitter and sweet aroma lingering on the tip of his tongue, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Lance's mouth. (To be continued.) )

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