From afar, Lance saw Andrew Garfield with a green smile on his face. He scratched his head with some restraint, then rubbed his hands hard on his back, then politely stretched out his hands and greeted Emma politely. This awkward look made Emma confused. She raised her head and looked at Edward, and asked in confusion, "Did I put on the wrong makeup today? The princess makeup turned into witch makeup?"

The serious words immediately made Andrew panic, and he waved his hands to deny it, "No...No..." But he couldn't find a suitable explanation for the moment, and he stuttered so much that his cheeks began to turn slightly red.

Edward, who was standing next to him, saw it, walked up with a heavy expression of condolence, patted Andrew on the shoulder, "Little guy, this is not a gentleman's right to behave as a gentleman." Then he shook his head, and said with a heartache, "I think British people are more gentleman than Americans. Such behavior..." Edward paused for a moment, and finally let out a long breath, looking full of silence.

Andrew was even more nervous and at a loss. "No, no..." He was just excited. He didn't expect that he could see the real Emma in life, which was more beautiful and playful than he thought. His elf-like temperament made him dare not look directly at it. "I just...I..." Andrew tried to explain, but before he could say it, Naomi walked up and smiled helplessly, "Andrew, they are just kidding you."

Andrew was stunned for a moment, subconsciously raised his head and looked at Emma, ​​and then saw the big watery eyes filled with smiles. Even the curve of the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise it gently. This made Andrew even more restrained, his cheeks were so hot that he quickly lowered his eyes, not even knowing where he should be.

"Hey, I'm Emma, ​​I'm glad to know you." Andrew heard Emma's brisk voice coming, and Emma's right hand appeared in his drooping gaze. His head lowered, and he hurriedly held the right hand like a snow-white lotus root. "I'm glad to know you, I... I'm Andrew, Andrew Garfield." There seemed to be a faint temperature in his palm, but it burned like a flame. Andrew hurriedly put his hands behind him, and his muscles became tense.

Seeing Andrew's young appearance, everyone around him was entertained. Although Andrew is the youngest boy in the "Invincible Hulk" crew, in fact he is already twenty-four years old this year. However, in front of the generous Emma, ​​Andrew was timid. The ignorance, tension and vitality that had just entered the industry was clearly visible.

Lance's footsteps suddenly stopped, but the impulse to approach was occupied by an indescribable timidity. He had really not experienced this emotion for a long time. His footsteps couldn't help but pause, and his eyes fell on Emma's cheerful and bright smile, and then fell lightly, on Emma's right hand. After just shook hands with Andrew, he hung again on his right hand. Inexplicably, his eyes could not leave the right hand, and his mind was filled with the idea of ​​holding the right hand. This idea was so persistent and so fanatic that Lance became flustered with discomfort.

This is not like him, this is not him.

The left hand couldn't help but hold it tightly, and his thumb pressed down on the index finger, but it was still useless. The panic, impulse, timid and confusion in his heart were mixed together. His chest was stuffy and indescribable. All of this was too strange, so strange that he wanted to escape in panic.

Edward laughed and patted Andrew's arm again, "Cherish this time. Once you miss it, you will never find it again." After entering the battlefield of Vanity Fair, no matter where you are, you will never go back. This is an extremely difficult road, but... it is like a siege. People inside want to go out and people outside want to come in. Only by experiencing it personally can you understand it.

Andrew looked at Edward in surprise without knowing the reason.

But Edward did not answer Andrew, "Lance?" He saw Lance's figure first, called out, and looked around, "Uh, is the rest time over?" Although he kept laughing during the filming just now, jokes were jokes and work was work, Edward's dedication and professionalism were impeccable.

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

The scorching gaze was beating lightly on Lance's skin, but he was still indifferent, and his eyes fell on Emma's right hand. Slowly, Lance slowly raised his head and looked at Emma deeply, looking at the gradually fading smile at the corner of his mouth, the faint glowing brisk at the tip of his eyebrows, and the misty blush on his cheeks.

The words surged to his mouth, but couldn't say it, or, in other words, didn't know what to say. Lance discovered his own words for the first time. He knew that he should take this step, and the first step of trust was like Edward Norton, like Cole Greed, like James Corden, but... the trust seemed to be the same and different, and the words were stiff as muscles. This made Lance a little at a loss.

It's been too long, really, so long that he doesn't remember how trust should start, as if he has lost this ability.

Edward noticed a strange thing in the air, but he couldn't say anything. He looked at Lance, then followed Lance's gaze, turned to look at Emma, ​​his eyes full of confusion and speculation, his mind was filled with thoughts, but he couldn't catch an accurate vein. He opened his mouth, and Edward wanted to speak, making a joke to ask what was going on, but at this moment, he saw Lance lifting his left hand.

Lance let out a sigh of relief, then stretched out his left hand, palm facing up, straight out, as if an invitation was issued. This was the only thing he could do. He didn't know what to say, nor how to do it, nor how to take this step. So he stretched out his left hand, cautiously, panic, and hesitant, just like walking on a lake that had just frozen in winter. A little excessive movement may cause a catastrophe.

He didn't know whether such an action was meaningful, nor did he know whether such action could be understood, but this was his limit. He looked at Emma not far away, his calm vision was like a lake, calm and unstoppable. No one could see the surging hidden under the dark blue.

Emma looked at Lance blankly, her smile disappeared from the corners of her mouth bit by bit. A slight wave of ripples rose in her azure blue eyes, but it 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. A powerful force tightly held her heart, and a surging sense of suffocation swept over and caught her off guard.

Then she saw Lance's stretched out left hand, slowly, gracefully, cautiously, but with a hint of desire and fear. The slender knuckles were so distinct under the sparse light projection that before she could even react, she bit her lower lip, and the mist in her eyes quickly accumulated, and an uncontrollable warmth surged in. She lowered her eyes in panic, covering her disobedience.

She understood him, she understood his movement. Once she reached out, she took a step carefully, as if walking on the tip of a knife. This was the first time he took a step towards her. She could not imagine how difficult it was for him, but she knew that he finally took a step, and the distance between the two people was shortened a little, and a little bit. The surging of palpitations made her almost breathless.

He raised his eyes again, the mist in his eyes had disappeared, and the smile at the corner of his mouth suddenly bloomed, but then he restrained it and turned into a shallow smile, warm and firm. She just looked at the deep blue eyes quietly. Behind the calm waves, there were spikes and vigilance all over her body, and a little sound would make him run away in panic. But she would not disappoint him, this time, nor in the future, and never.

Emma took her own steps, stepping firmly in everyone's astonished and puzzled eyes. Since he couldn't get close, he was waiting in place, and she could get closer little by little. She could wait, she could wait, she could take the initiative, even if she was covered in bruises, she just wanted to stand by him forever and fight against all the wind and rain.

When the last step fell, the beating of her heart slowly fell. Emma stretched out her right hand and held the spread palm in front of her. The wide palm seemed to be able to easily wrap her. The palm was slightly cold, but a warmth was passed down to the blood along her fingertips, making her unable to help curl up her fingertips, held the hand, held it tightly, and never let it go.

Emma was never so firm than ever before, she just wanted to hold these hands and walk to the end of time.

With his head raised, Emma faced the blue eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth rose slightly, and the subtle and sunny light, and the trivial warmth fell down. Lance's mouth pursed gently, as if he was at a loss, and he was still not very comfortable with such touch. The fingers of his left hand loosened, but then he held them again, exerted force and force again, until it started to hurt, and the sense of reality fell in his heart.

Turning around, Lance took Emma's right hand and walked towards the studio door with his head held high. A bright beam of sunlight shone through the door, like a tunnel leading to an unknown time and space. The two people's backs side by side, disappearing into the light bit by bit.
Chapter completed!