Chapter 407

He can clearly feel every muscle in his body, the blood flowing under his skin and the nerves filling every corner of his body. However, he has completely lost control. Apart from his eyes, no matter how he struggles, no matter how hard he works, no matter how he resists, he still doesn't move.

It's like the brain and the body are completely disconnected.

He felt as if he was a package, tightly tied up, airtight, even twisting his neck such a simple action can not be done, and then directly thrown into the lake.

The icy lake water began to drill down the pores, the body temperature began to drop, the air in the lungs began to disappear, and the light around the sight began to dim. Calm lake, no waves, no undercurrent, you can clearly feel the trace of water gently sliding fingertips, but he was unable to move.

The lungs began to heat up, and the brain began to crash due to lack of oxygen. Suddenly, he realized that he was paralyzed.

He can still feel the existence of his limbs, but he can't control them to do anything; He can still feel the call of body instinct, but can't control any muscle movement; He can still feel the existence of the world, but can only watch it. This is not a joke.

No anger, no fear, no panic, no sadness, no pain... No despair.

He just so quietly lying in place, so stunned. Time and space seem to have lost their meaning. He knows what it means, but he doesn't know what it means. At that moment of chaos and loss, let him lose the ability to respond.

Lan Li thought that the memory had become blurred, it was a matter of the last life.

After lying on the hospital bed for ten years, he has been used to that state for a long time. It's like his soul is bound in a magic cube the size of a fist. No matter how he struggles, his world is only so big. The only way to enjoy freedom is to put wings on his thoughts and soar wantonly through movies. This has become the norm of life.

However, when we wake up the memory again, the details in our mind come out again, lifelike and vivid. It seems that we have never forgotten and never really got used to it. That kind of emptiness, that kind of bewilderment, that kind of unfocused stupor, is still so real.

Lan Li stares round his eyes and looks right in front of him. There are only large white areas in his sight. From every corner, it seems that he slowly surges forward, nibbling at every inch of space around him, and even swallowing his body, fingers, feet, wrists, ankles... The slow process has an irresistible momentum. He tries to struggle, but it doesn't help.

Hands, feet, body, head, all parts are unconscious, even fingertips are not felt.

The instant panic was immediately engulfed by confusion. Langley didn't even have time to think: what's the matter? Isn't he on the plane to Seattle? Isn't he reborn? Didn't he realize his dream? Didn't he get rid of the memory? Wait, is this the scene of "burying alive" or "anti-cancer me"?

All the question marks just flashed by, and a voice came from the ear. From far to near, there was only a rustle of wind in the last second, and it exploded on the eardrum like thunder in the next second, "Sir, are you ok?"

With a sudden turn of her head, her head regained its freedom. Lan Li blinked subconsciously and adjusted her sitting posture. Then she saw the flight attendant standing next to the aisle. She had a polite smile on her face, but she was a little stiff. There was a little worry at the bottom of her eyes.

Lan Li pulled the corners of his mouth, and his facial muscles were a little stiff. "It's OK. I'm fine

Just now, I just lost my mind, awakened the memory of the last life, and fell into the nest of memory again. The sense of substitution is too real and too turbulent. There is no need to feel that kind of emotion again with little effort like the last "buried alive".

He thought he had forgotten. Sincerely.

The flight attendant looked at Lan Li's face carefully. Although there was some sweat on his forehead, his eyes had calmed down, and the atmosphere around him seemed to stabilize. Maybe I just had a nightmare. Since Lan Li said she was ok, she didn't ask too much.

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Langley. I personally like your performance in the Pacific War. I wonder if you can sign for me The flight attendants carefully said that this is in violation of the airline system, but as long as the consent of the guests is obtained, the purser will turn a blind eye.

Blue Li once again pulled the corners of the mouth, this time successfully outlined a smile, "of course, this is my honor."

The other side showed a big smile and said in a low voice, "thank you so much." Then he took out the napkin that had been prepared long ago, as well as the carbon pen. His eyes twinkled with excitement, and he could hardly suppress his excitement. "Congratulations on your winning the award in Sundance. That work, I and several good friends are very looking forward to."

At this time, Lan Li had calmed down again, and his mind was calmed down again. He quickly signed his name on the napkin and asked, "who is this for?"

"Betty. Just Betty. " Each other's voices were shaking slightly.

After signing, Lan Li handed back the napkin and the carbon pen and said with a smile, "Betty is fine, miss. Thank you for your support. I hope you won't be disappointed after watching "crazy love."

The gentlemanly words were a little ridicule. The flight attendant giggled, but in order not to affect other passengers, she had to close her mouth, which caused her shoulders to tremble. She forced to nod to Lan Li, "don't worry, I won't be disappointed."

Then, she stepped back half a step, smiling, and kindly reminded, "the plane is ready to land. We will arrive at our destination in 15 minutes at most. I hope you have a good trip." The beautiful eyes were shining with light.

Lanli didn't answer, but just closed his chin with a smile. He could feel the admiration and admiration in the sight of the flight attendant. He believed that as long as he spoke, the appointment tonight would be settled. However, lanli is not in the mood now, so he politely ignores the other party's hint.

The flight attendant was slightly disappointed, but she nodded and turned away.

Lan Li turned his head. There were still layers of white clouds outside the window. Occasionally, through the gap, he could see the city below. Without the towering clouds of New York and the gray and dark of New York, the continuous green was refreshing. Lan Li's thoughts slowly settled down, no longer turbulent, no longer stimulating, no longer boiling, but falling gently.

People always fantasize that when they get important news, they will be terminally ill, dead, insane, and their emotions will rise and fall dramatically. But this is not the case. The first reaction after the message is delivered to the brain is a lack of realism.

Just like other people.

There are always countless "other people" in our life. When disasters and bad luck fall on others, we always feel that they happen to others. A child becomes an orphan because his parents are in a car accident, and a student chooses to end his life because of campus violence, A certain office worker died suddenly at his desk because he stayed up late and worked overtime... Those are the stories of other people. It's sad, but I can't feel the pain.

However, when the bad luck comes to him, he becomes the "other person" in other people's eyes. The sense of distortion is like a free fall, falling instantly, at a loss. There is no collapse of emotion, no outbreak of drama, just confusion and loss——

What the hell happened?

When Lan Li first learned that he was paralyzed, he was stunned. There was no absurdity, no fear, just froze, until that sense of reality slowly penetrated into the skin, cold and sharp, the mind began to work again - or, it was Chu Jiashu who experienced all that, which was more accurate.

At first, he had no idea what high paralysis meant.

It's not that he doesn't understand the term, or that he doesn't know his own situation - he knows that he can't move, he knows that he has to rely on others to survive, he knows that his life will come to an abrupt end at this moment; Instead, he can't really feel how much impact this upheaval has had on his life.

Those changes, in the process of life, bit by bit to penetrate out. A look, a dialogue, a staggered line of sight, these unspeakable small details, but life has become beyond recognition.

Then, at a certain moment, the sense of reality is finally accepted, and the pain and despair will suddenly explode, which even can't bear.

Is it the same when will riiser first learned that he was diagnosed? Is Adam in the script like this? If it is Lan Li, not Chu Jiashu, in the face of the same situation, will it be different?

Lan Li watched the scenery outside the window, green gradually increased, the emerald green shrouded in the misty rain extended along the beautiful river, emerald green, drop blue, indigo, smoke gray, like ink painting general, in the clear spring water.

The ups and downs of the city skyline reveal a graceful and gentle temperament. The tranquil and elegant landscape is like a girl in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, wearing a cheongsam and holding a paper umbrella, curling through the drizzle. I haven't seen my face yet, but time has stopped along the umbrella.

Seattle, here we are.