Chapter 416

Straw.

The doctor in front of you is the only straw. He knows that the doctor is a liar. If you cheat him, everything will be fine. If you cheat him, you can still look forward to it in the future. If you cheat him, things are not as serious as you think, but... What if?

In case.

The desire to survive began to burn up in the fundus of the eye, calm, but hidden a turbulent undercurrent, "but I will get better."

He heard his voice and tried to keep calm, but there was an irrepressible shiver, although he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence and what situation he was facing. Now that he's in the hospital, the only way to get out of trouble is to get better, right?

Andrew had to look up, and then he saw that pair of wooden eyes, deep as the vast night sky, but can not see the slightest light. He searched hard, but he could not catch any breath of life. The vast and majestic nothingness was so empty that it was as if he was killing the soul himself.

This made his words choke and whirl on the tip of his tongue. He could not bear to avoid his sight again. However, in the light of his sight, he could see the fragile shoulders, the tense muscles, the confusion, surprise, loss and anger burst out from all over his body. He was silent, but he was wearing the cloud crack stone.

He is sentencing a man to death.

"Right?" Andrew didn't speak, so Adam spoke again. His voice was very calm, even too calm. It was like a glacier under the ground. There was not even a light wind. The gentle voice was so light that it seemed to break at a touch. Even with a little force, it was unbearable.

Andrew's heart couldn't help contracting, as if the rope of hope was in his hand. With a little force, the rope would be cut off directly, and then he watched helplessly fall into the endless darkness. This made Andrew's words stuck in his throat, as if swallowing a mouthful of sand.

He dodged the sight and pretended to write something on the report, but found that this action was meaningless. He could only raise his hands uneasily, "if you want to talk to someone... Our hospital has some excellent social workers and psychologists, who are experts in psychological counseling, and can provide some help."

The doctor once again avoided sight, once again avoided topic, once again avoided contact.

He finally understood that this was the way it was. As a result, his shoulders perked up again, but he failed. He sat in the same place with a blank face. His brain stopped spinning, his blood stopped flowing, and even his breathing stopped rising and falling.

Time, at this moment, so stopped, as if a colorful butterfly stopped at the fingertips, and then time bit by bit to pull away the color, and finally painted black and white, heartbreaking.

"Card!"

Jonathan's rough voice rang out on the set. His throat was hard and he almost coughed. He stood up and wanted to say something, but his mouth was bitter and he couldn't make a sound. He had to open his mouth and breathe, and the breathless depression and despair pervaded the whole set.

It's not sadness, it's not pain. He doesn't want to cry at all, but he's just dull. It makes people panic and want to escape. He just wants to turn around and leave here and breathe a little fresh air. It's like watching the color world degenerate into black and white space. He beats his chest, covers his nose and mouth, and makes a dull sound. He can't move, but his chest is very hot.

Want to do something, but don't know how.

It was not until this moment that Jonathan really felt: what is cancer.

When standing on the sidelines, people always have the illusion that it's just something. Why make a fuss

It's just a rude remark, and I didn't use a knife or a gun; It's just a text message, and there's no personal injury; It's just a failure, not the end of the world; It's just cancer. It's not death on the spot.

Because it happened to other people, I didn't always feel the same way. I always guessed other people's feelings with my own ideas, and then thought, "it's no big deal. If it happened to me, it wouldn't be like this.". As a result, people like to stand on the commanding heights, condescend to express their opinions and give their pity and criticism.

So is cancer.

Everyone knows the horror of cancer, but after 30 years of development, cancer is no longer an incurable disease. When we learn that other people are suffering from cancer, we will feel heavy and sad, but we still can't feel the pain. Even the closest friends, the closest lovers and the closest relatives are no exception.

Because that's not true.

But just now, just at this moment, Jonathan really felt the shock of "cancer".

It's cancer, which is enough to destroy a person's life. Even now there are relatively effective control drugs, and even now a small number of people have been cured, it's still cancer, which represents the cancer of death's sickle. The real touch makes the blood cold, as if you can clearly see the disintegration of the whole world.

Even Jonathan, who is standing behind the monitor, can't bear it, let alone Andrew, who plays the opposite play?

Jonathan turned around and saw that everyone in the crew had put aside their eyes and pretended to look elsewhere. There was a sour feeling in the quiet and gentle atmosphere that could not be released. Even will is no exception.

Originally, Jonathan wanted to ask will what his psychological activities were like at that time? Did lenley's performance meet expectations? But now, will's action is the best answer. Without asking any questions, Jonathan can feel the fluctuation in his heart from will's mixed look.

So Jonathan took his eyes back, turned to lenley, cleared his throat, and said, "let's shoot from another angle." That is to say, he passed the one he shot just now.

"Wait a minute." However, Lan Li made a sound to stop the next action of the crew, which made everyone's eyes fall on Lan Li one after another.

Lan Li was sitting on the chair, motionless, as if he had lost control of his body.

In the short scene just now, the mood was so turbulent that he could hardly breathe. The sense of reality breaking the time and space was so real that all the situations were out of control.

He knew that at that moment, he was not Adam, he was chujiashu.

Nightmares once again attack, that long ten years, still like a toxin in general, deeply rooted in the depths of the soul, has never disappeared. No freedom, no hope, no sunshine, no darkness, no despair, no sadness, he doesn't even have the courage to end himself. Poor, sad, but also ridiculous.

Even though Jonathan interrupted the shooting and his thoughts, he still couldn't get rid of the deep cold. He kept telling himself that he was not Chu Jiashu, he had won a new life, he had got rid of the nightmare, but his muscles were still so stiff that he almost lost his feeling.

Finally, his fingers moved slightly, which made him breathe a long breath. The reality made the blood warm again, and he felt his limbs again.

"Can I go back to the performance?" Lan Li's voice was a little hoarse and low. It sounded very calm, but there were too many emotions hidden, which made people unable to distinguish.

Jonathan looked at Seth, and he didn't quite understand the meaning of this request - for comedy, they don't dig into the details of the performance, but rather control the rhythm of the performance. So, if the rhythm of the scene is right, there is no problem. Jonathan seldom watches the replay.

After receiving Seth's affirmative reply, Jonathan shrugged and said, "why not?"

Lanli didn't stand up immediately. He seemed to be adapting to his body. This familiar and strange feeling was like breathing again after drowning. He had to breathe freely, as if he had forgotten how to breathe with his nose.

For a long time, lanli stood up, a little warm blood flowing in his limbs, but still did not completely ease the muscle stiffness, which made his action a little clumsy, just like a robot.

Under the puzzled gaze of Jonathan, Seth and others, Langley went to the back of the monitor and began to watch the replay of the performance just now.

In fact, this performance is not long, only 70 seconds from the beginning to the end. Moreover, this is not a long shot. Jonathan arranged four seats to capture pictures from different angles and different depths of field, and then added close-up and close-up shots to complete the whole 70 second plot.

The replay was over soon.

Jonathan couldn't help raising his eyebrows again. Even if he watched it again, he was still shocked. The delicate performance that goes deep into the bone marrow has a strong ability to explain. It doesn't need too much interpretation at all. The story has already been put in front of us. This performance skill is really impressive.

What's more, it's worth mentioning that lanli's performance was interspersed with some small humor, such as, "did you just speak English?" In fact, such lines often appear in comedies. They are used to ridicule each other for being too professional. Sometimes they are also used to ridicule nerds who like superhero comics; Another example is the kind of self mocking smile, as well as muddled eyes, such a small detail is really great!

Jonathan really enjoyed the performance. The style was a little dramatic, but just right.

"No, I don't like it." But the words came from lanli's ear. Jonathan's smile became stiff. He frowned and looked at lanli in surprise. "What?"

Jonathan thought he was listening.

Unexpectedly, Lan Li shook his head again and said firmly, "this performance is too bad."