Chapter 1120

Suffocation, Lan Li just felt a dull sense of suffocation in his chest, breathing the moist and cold air, the whole lung could clearly feel a slight tingling feeling, but he still felt out of breath, as if a huge stone was pressing heavily on his chest, just beating his heart so stiffly.

Lying on the bed, the suffocation feeling of sinking into the bottom of the lake swarmed in from all directions. The dark blue lake water penetrated into the body along the pores. It was cold and piercing. The air bubbles overflowed from the corners of the mouth one by one. The depression and depression of oxygen disappearing made the chest almost burst open. I tried to struggle, but I couldn't get any strength out of my limbs, so I had to wave it in vain.

Suffocation, just suffocation.

So he left the room, left the crowd, left the photography base, and quietly disappeared into the night. He needed a little fresh air, a little private space, a little quiet

To be honest, he didn't know what he needed; To be honest, he missed Heather cross a little, Matthew Dunlop a little, maybe Paul Walker and Ryan Gosling, and his friends who were around him a little. Just like Ryan stone of gravity, he began to miss the fetters of life and the reality brought by gravity.

Lanli still clearly remembers that after the shooting of "crazy love", he was seriously ill and couldn't get rid of the story of Jacob and Anna. It seems that after a crazy love, his heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe. The dull feeling of suffocation still lingers, but it can't be relieved.

Today, he felt it again. But it's different.

He can't describe it, he can't express it.

Maybe it's just because he didn't fall in love like Jacob, but he felt the struggle on the line of death like Ryan stone, so the empathy is different after all; Maybe it's because he projects so many stories about himself and heather that he confuses the boundary between character and reality.

Maybe it's all, maybe it's not. There are countless threads in my mind, one on the left and the other on the right. An idea just came out, and another idea was cut off. The whole brain began to swell and ache. I couldn't calm down and think about it.

This immersive feeling is more turbulent, more real and clearer than any previous work. His brain is extremely aware of the whole process and all the details, magnifying the pain, but still helpless.

From a positive point of view, in the performance of the control of a higher level; From a negative point of view... Torture and suffering are more intolerable. However, if we do it again, he will still choose this road without hesitation.

Perhaps he is indeed a madman; Even if it's not now, it's not far away.

After the pain broke through a limit, gradually began to become accustomed to it, thoughts are still scattered, but it seems that the pain also began to shift; Looking down at the guitar in my arms, I couldn't help laughing.

To tell you the truth, lanli didn't know why he came out with his guitar. In the past few hours, there have been many blank memory fragments in his brain. The memories of the set, the shooting and the performance began to become fragmented. Period by period, even the time line was disrupted and had no clue.

It was just the same. In my mind, I didn't even realize that I took the guitar. When I realized it, the guitar was already in my arms. The blocked and crowded brain really couldn't sort out the train of thought. Pieces of musical symbols flowed out meaninglessly under the fingertips. They didn't form a chapter or a musical theory. They were just simple fragments.

However, the clear and clean string sound of guitar brings a little bit of coldness and coldness. It flows slowly in the moonlight, like a gurgling stream, passing by bluestones, tree roots, water plants and fish. Even the thick fog and fireflies in the night begin to dance with the music. Unconsciously, the heat and depression of the chest are slightly relieved.

This reminds him of the years when the "Pacific War" crew worked. A group of people around the campfire played guitars and sang loudly to relieve the pressure of shooting. It's one of the few forms of entertainment they have.

When you touch the fingertips and strings, you can clearly feel the force of the strings pressing on the fingertips. Then with a slight hook, the boulders pressing on your chest seem to be a little easier. The simple chords are pieced together and collided. Some are harmonious, while others are not. But gradually they begin to gather.

It's like a gurgling stream, running through the sharp and bumpy, rushing towards the far end, and finally converging into a dark blue lake - or the sea, which is indistinguishable in the night, only a piece of sparkling water can be seen, cold and calm, calling him to jump into it, get rid of all the shackles and shackles, Completely integrated with the current.

"Don't, don't punish me for what I feel; Don't, don't punish me for suffering my soul. "

Naturally, the song flows out along the melody, humming softly, and the bitterness and loneliness of the eyes are revealed. Mixed with the musical symbols, the sense of suffocation suddenly surges up, and the fingertips can't help but straighten up. The muscles of the whole body are tense to the extreme. The pain and sadness seem to start to expand, and they are on the verge of explosion.

The mood was so turbulent that it was caught off guard and helpless; But then it disappeared and disappeared without a trace. I couldn't help but close my eyes and let out a long, long breath. The whole person slowly quieted down.

I didn't open my eyes. I just enjoyed the tide like feeling brought by the endless darkness. It seems that only the lake can keep my mood calm. The quiet to the extreme calmness eases the muscles bit by bit, and the fingertips begin to outline again along the flow of thoughts.

"Tired of curling up on the street in the middle of the night and working in the bus station until the morning; Exhausted waiting for the first ray of dawn, when it falls, the direction of the pace is still a dark

Lanli seems to be walking in the desert and Gobi of Highway 66. He is physically and mentally tired and faltering along the highway. There is no end to the long road. He just keeps going step by step. As time goes by, it gradually becomes a habit.

The sun rises behind us, but it is too slow for the sun to disperse the darkness and cover the earth. The way forward is still darkness, endless darkness, which covers the whole world. We can't see the end, the front, the end or even the tomorrow.

There is no future, there is no hope. Walking, the pace is more and more heavy, almost unable to step.

"Don't, don't punish me for what I feel; Don't, don't punish me for suffering my soul. "

Before Yuefu fell, his voice began to tremble slightly. The strong sense of suffocation was burning his body and soul fiercely, and the burning flame was becoming fiercer and fiercer, almost turning him into ashes. "So, I crawled out of the back door, got rid of the mask of suffocation, jumped into the water, and I jumped into the water, The water. "

With his eyes closed, Lan Li seemed to hear the strong wind coming from his ears. He was running and running crazily. After running to the extreme, it seemed that even the strong wind was surging under his feet, and then the whole person jumped gently——

He can fly freely on the sky with open arms. The whole vast sky is his territory; Gliding to the end, a head into the heartbreaking blue, the soft water seems to open the arms of the general, tightly wrapped him up, cold, but warm.

At this moment, he was free at last.

"The evil devil roared in the TV, so I sold it on 16th Street, but I still heard the noise of drones. Now I'm going to skip the night shift tonight. Do you think I can get a free ride? I don't care where the road lies

To escape, he just wants to run away, turn around and leave the muddy swamp of pain and struggle, and find a ray of light in the endless darkness. There is no direction, no goal, and no future. Just a ray of weak hope is enough. But in the sight, all is darkness. He is struggling and resisting, but it doesn't help.

What's more, he was alone.

"Don't, don't punish me for what I feel; Don't, don't punish me for suffering. So I crawled out the back door, broke free from the mask of suffocation, and jumped into the water

His fingertips stopped, trembled gently, and the night was rolling everywhere. He grabbed his ankle, and the smell of blood was licking his skin. He struggled and ran away desperately. His fingertips sketched again, and the mixed and profound emotions were released along with the song. "So I crawled out of the back door and broke away from the mask of suffocation, I jumped into the water, a pool of deep water. "

The world, quiet down, all the noise disappeared, only the gurgling sound of water surging in the ear, obedient to the guidance of that sound, he slapped his legs hard, looking for the other side of hope, also looking for the habitat of the soul.

"My face became numb and my lungs became suffocated, but I was still kicking my legs until I reached the other side; I'm still sleeping on your porch, and I'm still afraid to break the shackles of your door. "

Singing and singing, the tight lines of shoulders stretch little by little, and the rigid oppression of chest opens little by little. The voice full of sobs and loneliness ignites a smile and gently and slowly outlines it in the corner of the mouth, bitter but bright,

"So I crawled out of the back door, broke away from the mask of suffocation, and jumped into the water. I jumped into the water, a pool of deep water."

The moment he jumped into the water, he was free.

Note: water RA riot