Crack, Crack, walking down the wooden stairs, Lance came downstairs again, all the lights in the lobby on the first floor went out, Emma and Dakota two little girls curled up on the sofa, looking at the picture on the projector, staring at...し>

Lance couldn't help but take a lighter pace and walked around the sofa from behind. The conversation in the movie came to his ears, which sounded so familiar, "August 23, what day is this, my birthday?" So much so that Lance stopped, turned around and looked over, and then stood quietly, looking at the big screen, a little dazzled.

"You can join us." A voice came over low, Lance looked over accordingly and saw Emma's eyes hidden behind the sofa pillow. She turned around and said brightly.

Lance's thoughts seemed to pause for a half second, then shook his head with a smile at Emma, ​​"Don't worry about me." The smile at the corner of his mouth paused, but his eyes returned to the screen again.

Emma hesitated for a moment, and when she was about to continue looking back to the movie, Lance's voice came over, "I thought you were watching 'Hometown'."

"We've all watched two movies!" Dakota turned his head and said excitedly.

Emma couldn't help laughing, "There are only two exciting movies, aren't it?" Lance laughed silently and nodded slightly. Emma noticed that Lance's eyes were still looking at the big screen, "Are you sure you don't want to join us? Gao Wen just brought a lot of videos over, and he said this is just a part of your collection, and there are more in San Francisco."

Lance looked at the videotapes on the coffee table. In fact, most of them were rented before, but in the end they forgot to return them, so he stayed at home, only a small part of them were actually collected. However, when he was in San Francisco, he had just finished the movies, so there was almost no basis. There was no standard for distinguishing good and bad movies, and the movies he watched were even more dazzling, which was normal for Gao Wen to not understand.

"No." Lance shook his head and refused again, his eyes stayed on Emma for a while, as if he wanted to say something, but since he still didn't say it, he just said with a smile, "Enjoy it." Then he turned around and left.

Emma looked at Lance's back as she left, a little dazzled. She didn't understand what was going on, but she always felt something was there. She looked down at the video tape box and said, "Rudy" and couldn't think of anything special about this movie. Could it be that it tells the story of a rugby player that made Lance recall Gao Wen's life when he was a child?

"Emma, ​​go back, we missed a lot just now." Dakota pulled Emma's arm hard, which interrupted Emma's thoughts and nodded quickly, "Okay, I'll go back."

By the time the movie was finished, it was already two hours later. Emma curled up in the pillow of the sofa, crying so hard that she couldn't stop. Her messy brain could not even organize effective thoughts, but she felt the strong emotions hitting her chest hard, sadness, pain, emotion, and mixed together.

Dakota was just a little moved, but he didn't react much. He looked at Emma who cried so hard that she almost lost control. She knew that Rudy finally realized her dream, but there were too many such inspirational movies in Hollywood. After the momentary touch disappeared, her emotions quickly calmed down. But Emma...

Dakota patted Emma on the shoulder and tried to comfort her, "Rudy finally walked onto the field, didn't he? Although it was only twenty-seven seconds."

Emma nodded vigorously, trying to say something, but found that all thoughts were stuck in her throat and could not be expressed at all. She could only bury her cheeks in her hands, letting her emotions fall apart little by little, and hot tears slid down her fingers. She thought of Lance, the pause that Lance had just stopped.

She didn't know what Lance had experienced. He could deeply feel his love and madness for the movie in his camera, but he could say "dream is dead" as if the movie was just a tool to achieve success, contemptuously mocking the young people who were holding their dreams; she didn't know what Lance had experienced. Under his gentlemanly and humble appearance, there was a cold and almost cruel soul. He could face the broken Jessica coldly and cruelly, and he could also trade his friends as props with ruthlessness. She didn't know what Lance had experienced. Under his devilish skin, there was an indelible sadness and indifference. Under his single back, there was a wound that could never be seen, as if he was like a wall of iron. Even if he wanted to get close, he was locked out of the door forever...

She didn't know, she couldn't.

But at this moment, she seemed to touch the transparent and thick diaphragm.

Watching Rudy chasing his dream foolishly, "Chasing an unrealistic dream will only make you and the people around you heartbroken. Notre Dame is for smart children, wealthy children, great athletes, not for us. You are a member of our family, and you can live a good life. Frank will take over the workshop No. 2, and in a few years he will earn more than John and me, and he is responsible for the development plan of the factory..." My father said this, but Rudy said, "I don't want to be Frank or John."

Watching Rudy foolishly persevere, and after seven years but still fail to get the desired result, he almost gave up. Rudy said, I want to prove to everyone... "What is it? You are a waste, a five-foot waste, useless. You don't have any sports cell at all, but you stayed in the best college football team in the world for two years, and you will also get a diploma from Notre Dame. You don't need to prove to others in your life, except to yourself. After you have experienced so much, if you still can't realize your dream, it will never become a reality."

Watching Rudy rushing foolishly, it took seven years to exchange for twenty-seven seconds of playing time. For professional athletes, it was just an offensive time and the garbage time in this game, but for Rudy it was the most shining moment in his life for more than 20 years. "My whole life was told by others that I should do and should not do. I always listened to them, but I never wanted to do this again."

Rudy used his stupid courage to run wildly, and moved forward bravely on the road of pursuing his dreams, hurt, deny, question, contempt, rejection, disdain, pain, torture, suffering... Along the way, he stumbled and covered in wounds, and everyone saw him as a joke, but he persisted paranoidly and foolishly. He succeeded, but he succeeded in the end. He successfully stood on the field of college football and turned the impossible into possibility. Seven years of hard work finally brought twenty-seven seconds in garbage time, but this was the most shining twenty-seven seconds in his life.

So, is Lance the same? She chased her stupidly, insisted her stupidly, and ran her stupidly, but she left nothing but the wound. She didn't know, nor could she know, maybe her guess was completely wrong, outrageous; maybe her thoughts were just wishful thinking, Lance was a complete bastard; maybe she was just emotional, putting what she thought was good to Lance, avoiding the cruel truth... She didn't know.

But at this moment, she was so sad. An unprecedented pain grew stubbornly from the depths of her heart, just like a flower blooming on a cliff wall. The heart-wrenching pain burst out deep in her soul, and the pain reached its extreme so that she could not react at all.

Has no one ever really understood Lance? Has no one ever wanted to know Lance? Has no one ever dared to stand behind Lance? Has everyone been deceived by Lance's deceptive appearance? Has everyone only noticed Lance's appearance so that they ignored the soul hidden under this skin? Was everyone so confused because of Lance's temperament that they were so moths to the flames or stay away from it? Was everyone forgot that Lance was a flesh-and-blood person?

Yes, that's what she is.

When she realized this fact, she was like drowning, and she couldn't breathe, and tears broke completely. She hurt Lance, and she hurt Lance, just like Jessica. She used to think she was the victim, but in fact she was just a self-centered bastard.

Therefore, she should stop doing this at this time, stop complaining, and not let all problems revolve around herself; and stop sympathy. Lance does not need such alms. They are all the same people, standing at the height of equality, and no one is higher than anyone else.

Taking a deep breath, then taking another deep breath, Emma finally stopped and wiped the embarrassment on her face with her hands. Regardless of the stunned Dakota, she stood up quickly and went to the bathroom to check on herself. Looking at her slightly swollen eyes, Emma couldn't help but laugh.

Perhaps, deep down, she had realized this long ago, but she was never willing to clear the fog and explore the truth.

After leaving the bathroom, Emma was hesitant, but finally walked out of the door. Lance was sitting next to her under the sunshade. Gao Wen and Ian were doing something sneakily on the path in the backyard, as if they were going to steal grapes. Theo was standing in a corner of the yard and answering the phone.

Emma sat down next to Lance, her eyes fell on the beer in Lance's hand, and then she saw a smile on the corner of his mouth, "No, I still won't give you beer." This made Emma chuckle and asked seriously, "Lance, are you a good person?"

Lance chuckled, contempt, disdain, and the sarcasm was hidden well, "No, I'm not."

Emma nodded, but her smile became more relaxed, and she whispered deep in her heart: I know.
Chapter completed!