Turning his head, Emma could see Lance standing in the yard. The warm sunshine fell on her broad shoulders, radiating a hint of fatigue. Emma could not imagine how difficult this scene was, but she had never seen such a Lance before.

If it were normal times, she wouldn't have dared to take the initiative to help Lance just now, she wouldn't even have such an idea, because Lance always has a glorious and bright moon. She naturally has a strong aura that makes people dare not approach. It is obviously close, but it seems to be far away from the world, and even one step closer seems extremely difficult.

But just now, Lance could hardly stand firm. Although he tried his best to hide it, creating an illusion that he still had no escape from the show, making people mistakenly think that it was Jeff's fragility; but she always felt that it was real, that was the real Lance, hidden under the layers of armor, was a soul who refused to trust and was afraid of being hurt. She knew that this idea was ridiculous, and it was very likely that it was her wishful thinking, but... she believed it firmly.

Through the fatigue of his shoulders, Emma seemed to be able to see the faint curve of the corner of Lance's mouth, with a faint warmth. This is Lance that no one has ever seen.

Unable to help, Emma took a step and walked into the yard. She stopped beside Lance, looked up at Lance, and chuckled involuntarily. Lance clearly heard her voice, but she did not turn her head, her eyebrows slightly frowning in the middle. The obvious repulsion seemed to be saying, "I need a personal space now, have a good rest and brew, don't bother me." But Emma seemed to have not understood. Not only did she not leave, she stood calmly in place.

Emma turned her head and looked at the courtyard in front of her, stretched her waist and took a deep breath of the fresh air in the courtyard. "So, you do like to perform. No, it should be said that you are crazy about performance, as if you were born to be an actor - not to look, but to your acting talent." Emma's brisk tone jumped in the sun, and the joy and pride in her words were almost undisguised, which made Lance's eyebrows move closer to the middle. The sound was really noisy. "I have always thought that you have passion for movies, and you can see through your works. If you don't really love movies, you will definitely not be able to shoot the 'City of God'."

Lance closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened his mouth and wanted to scold Emma and let her leave directly. His brain was now in chaos, and he felt exhausted. He needed rest and quiet. But obviously, Emma didn't seem to want to give him a chance at all, and was nagging continuously.

"But obviously, I was wrong." Emma discovered for the first time that admitting her mistake was such a pleasant thing. The man who said "the dream is dead" was actually still keen on his heart. This made Emma start to wonder what this man had experienced, turning the light of his dream into ashes, and completely disappearing the bond of trust. How many scars are hidden under the skin that has confused countless people.

He is like a profound literary masterpiece. Many people just read the introduction or the beginning, and then give up impatiently. But as long as they really persevere, they will find that the greatness and richness of this book are so great that it makes people unable to stop.

"Do you know? When you were performing just now, every move touched everyone's reaction. Even if you forget to breathe, you just hold your breath and enter the world you built. In a trance, we all forgot that this is the set, this is the crew, and you forget that you are performing, just believing that that is everything that really happens."

Lance finally couldn't help it, turned his head and wanted to shut up Emma, ​​but he saw Emma's bright eyes, excited, excited, happy, focused, and fanatic. The shining light actually made him want to avoid his eyes.

That was the one he used to be, he was forgotten deep in his memory, like an ugly wound, dared not touch or even dared to look directly on his face, abandoned in the dusty corner, even if it still hurts faintly, it was completely forgotten, as if you just need to grit your teeth and endure the pain, and then continue to live.

But now, he saw himself in her eyes, and the wound appeared again.

Lance turned his head in a mess, staggered Emma's gaze, and his hands couldn't help but curl up gently. His left thumb kept rubbing the lines on his fingertips, trying to calm himself down again. However, it was not that easy. If he were a robot, things would be much easier.

"Light, during the performance, there is an indelible light in the depths of your eyes. It's like, it's like that's the most real you!" Emma did not notice the subtle changes in Lance, but just spoke endlessly, venting all her inner thoughts. "I'm not saying Jeff is the real you, but that you're the most real in the performance." Realizing his tongue, Emma stuck out her tongue and quickly corrected her words, "So, dreams still exist, right? They have always existed, right?"

Lance did not answer, nor even turned his head, but Emma just looked at Lance quietly, and the smile on her lips rose. She had already got the answer she wanted because Lance did not deny. Then, Emma turned her head and shook her body with satisfaction, "I can't wait, I can't wait to see the expressions of the audience who were shocked by your performance, and the expressions of surprise because of your movie. That may be the most wonderful scenery in the world."

A faint warm current flowed in his heart. Even if he didn't want to admit it, admit his weakness, admit his truth, and admit his enthusiasm,... the words of denial were stuck in his throat and could not be said. "Shut up!" Lance whispered, turned his head and said viciously, "You are very noisy, do you know? I need rest, I need quiet, you better shut up!"

Emma looked at Lance's fierce look, but her fierce tone was not at all powerful. Then she showed a flattering smile, and smiled into two crescent-like eyes and met Lance's gaze. Without waiting for Lance to say anything more, she took out her hands from behind and placed them on a flat side in front of Lance.

It's actually a pack of rainbow candy.

Lance felt his chest blocking. Looking at Emma's dazzling smile, anger surged to his chest, but then it disappeared and turned into a helpless situation. He glared at Emma fiercely, raised his hand and took the bag of candy away, and said harshly, "You'd better start quiet now!" Then he turned his head and ignored Emma.

Emma watched Lance dismantle the Rainbow Candy and throw it into her mouth. She nodded proudly and didn't say anything.

However, the silence lasted less than thirty seconds, Emma couldn't help but look at Lance again, "Lance, are you willing to be my dance partner in the prom?" The crisp sound echoed like a silver bell under the afternoon sun, youthful and beautiful.

Lance rolled his eyes, "Yin Jing, don't you understand?"

"I'm serious." Emma said relentlessly. If it were the past, she might have started to be afraid, hesitate, and retreated, and turned around and ran away after Lance's scolding; but now, she would not do this. She would continue to stay where she was and would not leave Lance alone. She knew that those masks were armor used by Lance to protect herself, and she knew that.

"You are underage, it's still early to the prom." Lance felt his temples sucking, but he couldn't help but answered patiently.

"I'm already in my senior year, and this is my graduation season." Emma twitched her neck and emphasized again angrily. Lance always treats her as a child, but the problem is that she is no longer a child.

She thought for a long time, brewed for a long time, and hesitated for a long time, and finally said it today. The graduation prom is the last end of her student stage, and it is also an important turning point for her life to enter the next stage. She hopes that the person standing by her is special, unique, and unforgettable. Lance, from the beginning, was him, and she hopes that he can become her dance partner and accompany her through the best night.

She knew that it meant a date invitation; she knew that it meant a vague confession; she knew that it meant an impossible challenge. But looking at Lance in front of her, she was still as firm as ever.

Lance shrugged without answering, and his attitude seemed to be equivalent to rejection. The girl took the initiative to invite the boy to be her dance partner, which required courage. The boy did not give a positive answer, which was even more frustrating, but Emma would not give up easily, "Will you be my dance partner?"

"You should invite the boys in the school." Lance turned his head, looked away, picked up the candy bag, but hesitated for a moment, but put it down again.

Emma curled her lips speechlessly, "You mean, are you looking for those stupid and brainless muscular men? They have no other thoughts in their minds except alcohol and breasts. That's the worst way to go to the prom! I'd rather not go."

"Maybe you should communicate more with your peers, or maybe you don't participate." Lance said coldly without much reaction.

Emma raised her mouth depressedly, "Can't you just heroes save the beauty? Attend the prom with me? There is only one chance in life. Do you really hope I miss it?"

"Heroes save beauty?" Lance looked at Emma meaningfully, which made Emma's cheeks suddenly become hot. She waved her right fist in annoyance, avoiding Lance's topic and said loudly, "I know, you may think this is too naive, or there will always be a chance to attend such a party in the future, but for me, for my youth, this is the most important dance party. Do you really don't want to be my male companion?"

"It's because it's so important that you should ask your peers to participate." Lance was still unmoved, patted Emma on the shoulder, turned around and walked into the room, and said loudly, "Everyone is cheering up and ready to take the second shot."
Chapter completed!