Looking at Lance's cold and alienated back, it seemed that even the sky and the earth could not hurt him. Emma's heart was filled with an indescribable anger, but she couldn't even tell who the object of anger was, whether it was those who hurt Lance, who refused to open up, or who was unable to move forward. This article was first published by x

"Coward!" Emma shouted loudly, which made Lance's steps finally stop, but he did not turn around, but stopped in place. Emma clenched her fists and roared at the back that was tightly wrapped in her armor, "Coward! You don't even dare to look directly in my eyes. Do you really don't like me, or are you afraid of falling in love with me?"

Lance's breathing couldn't help but stagnate, and the sudden panic made him clench his teeth. He knew that he should turn around at this time, coldly mocking Emma's overestimation and self-indulgence, teasing Emma's youthful ignorance and love for the first time, and then cruelly cut off all the connection between the two people, which was what he was good at, right? But his footsteps were stiff and his body could not turn at all, as if he was hanging in the air. He tried to find a relay point, but it was just futile. Every struggle only made him even more embarrassed.

"You are just escaping, escaping me, and even more escaping yourself. All I want is that you stop and stand in place so that I can slowly get closer, at least once, even if it's just one chance. You can escape me, but you can't keep escaping yourself."

The wind was blowing, Emma's voice was erratic in the night, as if she would be hit by the impact at any time, but... she didn't. The firm and full voice penetrated the night and hit Lance's shoulder hard, dripping blood.

Lance closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth gently outlined, and said loudly, "Sigmund-freud, today's psychological counseling class time has come." The sharp mockery and indifferent alienation, like a dagger, stabbed Emma's chest hard along the sound of the wind. Then Lance did not stop any longer, took straight steps and disappeared into the room.

Hu... Hu... the wind was still ringing, and Lance's cold voice drifted around in the night, causing the surrounding temperature to drop a little. Emma's thin shoulders were almost unable to bear the weight of the night, as if they would be completely crushed at any time. The feeling of despair stretched out thorny vines from the desert, wrapped around her legs, slowly and slowly swallowed her courage. The light of hope was in danger in the heavy night and raging wildness. The despair that surged in that moment put Emma on the verge of collapse.

She once watched the moment when Lance hurt Jessica Alba severely. The cruel smell of blood still lingers under her nose. However, when she became the object of Lance's injury, she realized that the pain was almost penetrated into the bone marrow and made the soul clearly feel it. She tried to make some noise, but even the painful moans/murs stuck in her throat.dudu1;

His eyes were staring at Lance's back, and then he saw his right hand hanging down to his side clenched into a fist. The tense fist seemed to condense all the strength in his body, so that his muscles began to tremble slightly. At this time, Emma noticed that Lance's right hand was injured, and his unbanded right hand began to seep out blood again. The bright red liquid slowly flowed on the tight skin, shaking, and finally dripped on the ground and bloomed. Looking up along the right hand, you can see the shoulders that began to stiffen because of excessive force, majestic, broad, strong and resolute, as if indestructible. The bright halo around began to swallow the figure bit by bit, and finally disappeared completely.

"At least, you should give yourself a second chance."

Emma murmured in a low voice, how severe her pain was, Lance's pain was twice, three or even ten times. The damage made him lose his ability to trust and was covered in bruises, so he did not hesitate to protect himself by hurting others. The deeper the wound, the more painful it was, the more intense his resistance was. Unfortunately, no one had ever seen his wound, just immersed in his own injury, and just condemned his cold-blooded and ruthlessness. So he became more and more vigilant and more alienated, hiding behind the thick mask, and refusing to take steps.

For the first time, Emma really understood Lance, but the truth was so cruel that she could hardly bear it. In her world, it was impossible to imagine what Lance had experienced. In her mind, the memories of the past surged in the past, and the bits of Lance she witnessed, the hesitation and confusion she experienced turned into incomparable firmness at this moment.

She wanted to slowly approach this man; she wanted to sit beside him and quietly admire the stars in the sky, waiting for the sun to rise again; she wanted to stand behind him, even if the whole world stood opposite him, she would not leave; she wanted to warm the cold soul and see the smile blooming in the sun again; she wanted to hold his hand and walk through a long life until the moment when life ended...

She likes him; she loves him.

"Love." The smile on the corner of Emma's mouth couldn't help but gently outlined, a little shy and a little panic, but more firmness and happiness. Her eyes couldn't help but become warm again, but she wouldn't cry because this was the beginning of happiness. Her body was filled with strength again, she raised her head and raised her chest, and took a step.dudu2;

No matter how strong the night wind is, no matter how cold the air is, no matter how long the night is, she will never give up until the moment the sun jumps out of the horizon.

Lance sat on the sofa in the room, his head was messy and he couldn't figure out his thoughts at all. He didn't like her. He obviously didn't like her. She was just a yellow-haired girl who had not developed completely. In his eyes, she was a child who had not grown up. She couldn't even be considered a friend... However, the panic in her heart could not be calmed down. This chaotic feeling made Lance a little at a loss, as if no effort could be cured. This was really terrible.

"Hiss, hiss..." A meticulous sound came from the door, breaking the tranquility in the room. Lance looked over reflexively, and then saw a half-folded piece of letter paper stuffed under the crack of the door.

Lance's brow frowned, and before he could even think, he stood up, walked quickly to the door, opened it hard, but saw no figure, and only had time to capture a shadow that disappeared at the door, he was inexplicably relieved. At this time, Lance began to think about what he was doing? If he saw Emma, ​​what should he do? Scream her fiercely? Or fire her out of the crew? He didn't even know what he was thinking in his mind.

When he was about to close the door, Lance saw a small woven basket placed on the ground, with bandages and iodine wine and other medicines for treating wounds.

After hesitating for a moment, Lance bent down and picked up the letter paper first, subconsciously trying to open it, but at the moment of opening it, his heartbeat couldn't help but pause for a moment, and Emma's words echoed in his ears, "Coward", which made Lance's left hand involuntarily tighten into a fist, quickly opened the letter paper, with only one sentence on it, "In order not to affect tomorrow's shooting, please remember to apply medicine."

An indescribable anger burned in his chest, and a speechless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He waved his left fist in the air, as if he wanted to vent, but he stopped in the end and turned around and wanted to close the door of the room. However, his steps paused for a moment. He still bent down and picked up the woven basket, and then closed the door of the room hard.dudu3;

The sound of "bang" closing the door came, and Emma poked her head out of the door. Seeing the disappeared woven basket, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She hummed a small song and jumped back to her room.

As the night got darker, Lance found himself at a loss. He tried to re-enter sleep, but he couldn't sleep at all. He tried to think about the filming of the movie and Max's performance, but his mind was in a mess and couldn't figure out the same idea. He tried to go to other staff for a meeting, but it was already midnight, and the timing was obviously not right. He tried to sit down and find something else to do, but he was panicked and unable to concentrate.

Standing at the window and looking at the unclogged night outside, Emma's words came to my ears, "I like you", shook my head, throwing these messy thoughts out of my head, but after a while, the sound began to sound again, "If someone could complete the filming of this work and make it a classic, that person is right in front of me at this moment."

Lance looked at the desert that was full of the sky and the unchanging scenery made him fall into deep thought. He should believe in his own, right? Even if everyone does not believe in him, he should not shake his beliefs, let alone, he has never been alone. Theo believes in him, Ian believes in him, Gao Wen believes in him... and Emma believes in him. Maybe he should clarify his thoughts again, find inspiration again, and work again.

My thoughts were still a little confused, and mixed emotions were rolling on my tongue, but Lance decided to do something to distract himself. So he took out the script of "Rampant Road" and began to read it. He was still a little irritable at the beginning, and the reading speed was very slow, but the quiet and clear air around him was soothing night, and the thoughts in his mind gradually dissipated. Lance was entering the wasteland doomsday world he created with his own hands.

In this world, he is God. A sneeze can make the tornado begin to rage, and a wave of his hand can lighten and thunder; but he is also the protagonist, Max travels a long distance in the vast and deserted desert, trying hard to find a glimmer of life in this deserted apocalypse.
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