Life is born to embrace freedom, and no one can bind that wide wing and imprison life in a cage. No one.

watched the program team manipulate and Meryl replace Lauren as Truman's partner, and even used Truman's filial piety to his mother to prevent him from pursuing his true happiness; watched the program team play with Truman's thoughts and worship of his father, making "father" again and again become a demon and fetters to prevent Truman from leaving Paradise Island; watched the program team take advantage of Truman's trust in Ma Long and make the so-called friendship a tool to hurt Truman and deceive Truman; watched the program team manipulate the false tsunami, pretending to be God, and devouring Truman's life with wave after wave......

The indescribable anger surged in, making Leonardo's muscles tense, watching Christopher, who claimed to be God, frantically trying to strangle a fresh life, just to finish a variety show, the fear and coldness of entertainment to death swept over one after another, making Leonardo unable to breathe.

Truman, who was lying motionless on the bow of the boat, seemed to be free little by little and was deprived of his vitality, and there was a kind of shock that was difficult to express, setting off turbulent waves in his heart. Therefore, when Truman moved lightly and began to moan in pain, the vitality that represented the survival of freedom made Leonardo unable to hold back any longer, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was gently outlined.

Truman did it, and he survived Christopher's self-proclaimed God's storms!

Truman was prostrate on the bow of the boat, vomiting constantly, as if he was going to vomit all his internal organs, his amber eyes became blurred, and in a daze, Truman untied the cable tied to his body, and then stumbled around. He couldn't even stand up, and as soon as he got up, his legs went limp, and he fell to the cabin, his forehead slammed the deck, and the focus in his eyes began to loosen again.

But even so, Truman did not give up, he groped again and tried to stand up, then found the cable of the mast, and pulled the sail up again little by little. His bloodless face seemed to dissipate in the sea breeze at any moment, but Truman gritted his teeth tightly, and even though his hands were trembling slightly, as if a little more strength would make his whole body collapse, he still used all his strength to successfully pull the sail up again.

The stubbornness of perseverance shines in the fragile pupils. Leonardo himself didn't realize it, but his cheeks were already wet with tears, but he had no way to wipe his tears, and he couldn't even move a finger, so he could only open his mouth slightly and look at Truman, who was struggling with his last bit of strength, and let his emotions slowly penetrate.

The sails were finally pulled up, and the boat set sail again. Truman sat in the bow of the boat, raised his head slightly, let the sea breeze blow his face, the scars and bruises on his face did not stop the smile that gently raised the corners of his mouth, and the sparkling eyes flashed with unprecedented happiness and joy, as if he could embrace freedom when he opened his arms.

Even if you don't need any words, you can easily touch every soul who longs for freedom.

The boat was facing the boundless horizon, and the blue sky and white clouds at the far end seemed to have no end, but at this moment, the sailboat seemed to hit something, and there was a loud noise, and the strong resistance made the unprepared Truman directly bury his head and fall down, and then the boat actually stopped. Truman looked around blankly, the blue sky and white clouds in front of him seemed to look a little strange, he climbed to the stern of the boat with his hands and feet, and then saw the strange scene.

The mast in front of the sailboat actually pierced a big hole in the middle of the blue sky and white clouds in front of him, and the big black hole didn't seem to match the surrounding blue sky and white clouds at all. Truman stood on the mast, looking at the blue that was close at hand, his face was full of confusion, his breathing couldn't help but slow down, and he looked left and right a little blankly, as if he didn't know what he should do.

Finally, Truman hesitantly stretched out his right hand and stretched out his hand towards the blue, but the closer he got closer, the slower the speed became, and his fingertips began to tremble violently, and there was almost no way to control it, and the palm stopped right in front of the blue. Truman carefully looked at the shadow cast by his palm on the blue, his eyes began to tremble slightly, and then his right hand slowly, slowly, and gently touched the blue.

This is not a fantasy. The rough touch was so real, so hard, so steady, that Truman felt more real than ever, he couldn't help but close his eyes, let out a soft moan, and then his right hand slowly moved, rubbing the "blue sky" in front of him, only to find that it was not a blue sky at all, but a ...... But...... Truman opened his eyes again, raised his head and carefully examined the perfect blue sky and white clouds, but this was not the real sky at all, just a wooden wall.

Plank wall only?

There was an incredible look in Truman's amber pupils, as if the whole world was beginning to fall apart, he shook his head slightly, unable to believe his judgment, and then his right hand tightened, clenched into a fist, and struck it lightly twice, so hard, so solid—the complete wooden wall, the dull sound almost like a hammer hitting Truman's heart.

The thrashing of his fists became harder and harder, and even Truman rushed forward, slamming his right shoulder against the plank wall, again, again, again...... I just hope to be able to break this shackle and rush to the outside world. But all efforts were in vain, the amplitude of Truman's impact became weaker and weaker, and his whole body slowly knelt on the stern deck in despair, his face full of despair as if all the light in the world had dimmed.

But Truman still stubbornly kept banging on the wooden wall in front of him with his right hand, his strength became weaker and weaker, but he was never willing to give up, and finally the whole person was out of strength, he could only lean on the wall, and gently hit the wall with his head, those helpless and dazed eyes were filled with tears, and the surging despair almost squeezed out the last trace of strength in his body, he didn't even have the strength to shout, and he didn't even have the strength to cry, but even so, the palm of his right hand was still gently and slowly beating the wall, It seemed to be waiting for someone to hear his cries for help, someone to be able to take him out of this bondage.

Leonardo gritted his teeth in embarrassment, his muscles curled up, and the tears continued to vent out, almost making it impossible for him to breathe, even if he opened his mouth wide and breathed heavily, the air in his lungs was still getting less and less. All emotions erupted in this moment. Looking at the despair on Truman's face, Leonardo wanted to open his mouth and yell, he wanted to step forward to help Truman, he wanted to break free from the chains on his body, but he couldn't move, that fear, that sadness, that despair made Leonardo sit stiffly like a mummy, and let his tears burst.

Tom Cruise was also completely devastated, the hot tears caught him off guard, he was embarrassed to look down for a tissue, but he didn't want to take his eyes off the big screen, he longed for Truman to get out, he wanted more than anyone else. Between the contradictions, he could only look at the big screen blankly, and let his tears destroy all the defenses in his heart.

As if exhausted, Truman slowly slipped off the stern mast, and then he found a narrow path along the edge of the plank wall. His feet were soon on the ground, and he didn't know where the end of this place would point, but his desperate eyes were filled with hope again, and the light released from his pupils lit up his face.

Truman took a step, one step at a time, one step at a time.

Truman looked at the blue sky above his head in astonishment, the world he had lived in for thirty years, the blue sky, white clouds and sea that he was familiar with, but it was so strange at this time, the pace under his feet was getting faster and faster, and the steps with hesitation in timidity were accompanied by each landing, gradually becoming firm.

Then Truman saw a staircase in front of him, but there were only a dozen steps, as if it were a staircase to heaven. Truman stepped on the steps carefully, each step so heavy that it was filled with countless fears. He didn't know what he was going to face, he didn't know if he would be able to go to the outside world, and if he really succeeded, what would the outside world look like?

The fear of the unknown made Truman's steps heavier than ever, but he still walked step by step, firmly to the platform of the stairs, and then he found a door, hidden in the blue sky and white clouds of the wooden wall.

Without waiting for Truman to react, the door opened directly, making Truman take half a step back in fright, and then the white clouds above his head dispersed, revealing the appearance of the sun, and a voice sounded in the sky like a god, "Truman." You can speak, I can hear you. "It's Christopher!

Truman looked at the sky above his head, his expression was confused, but his eyes flashed with determination, "Who are you?" ”

Christopher said to Truman, "I'm a creator who created a much-anticipated TV show. ”

There was a hint of confusion in Truman's gaze, "Then who am I?" ”

"You're the star of the show!" Christopher said excitedly.

Truman nodded his chin slightly, but the corners of his mouth outlined a bitter smile, "Everything is fake?" "The light in those amber eyes was so real and fragile.

"You, it's true! That's why so many people look at you. Christopher said emotionally, but Truman shook his chin slightly, pursed his lips vigorously, and turned around without hesitation, Christopher hurriedly said, "Listen to me, Truman, the outside world is as false as the world I gave you." The same lies, the same deception, but in my world, you don't have to be afraid of anything. I know yourself better than you do. ”

Truman didn't want to turn around, and shook his head irritably, "But you can't put a camera in my brain." ”

"You're scared, so you can't go." Christopher whispered, Truman's back stiffened in the doorway, motionless, as if he couldn't even move a finger.