Chapter 1399

Fletcher couldn't believe his eyes. A tear ran slowly across Andrew's cheek, revealing a sense of grievance and vulnerability. However, he stubbornly refused to turn his head. His long and thick eyelashes were gently covered, and he was trying to protect himself. I could not help but feel pity for him.

But the question is, why should he sympathize with a trash?

When the absurdity reached the extreme, I couldn't help laughing, the real smile. The smile, which had never been shown before, now rose sincerely. It was ridiculous and funny, so that the whole person laughed lightly, shook his head and sighed, "Oh, my dear God."

The gentle words showed a completely different side, but more and more reflected the ferocity and coldness just now.

Fletcher frowned, a little disgusted and a little curious, as if he saw something new. He frowned and looked at it carefully. Then he stepped back a little bit, and seriously asked his own curious question, "are you the type who tears without trace?"

Andrew raised his right hand, wiped the tears off his cheek and lowered his eyelids to hide his embarrassment. He knows, he knows, it's too late for any cover up now, but what else can he do? What should he do? He couldn't control himself. He was totally helpless. It was a disaster.

Fletcher's eyebrows widened again and his eyes widened. "Do I look like a double rainbow in your eyes?"

The first two sentences ridicule those special people who are easy to be moved, easy to shed tears and easy to be satisfied. Seeing a double rainbow is like seeing a unicorn and crying with joy. But in other people's eyes, at least in Fletcher's eyes, it is a group of people who live in their own world and are extremely affected and pretentious.

Fletcher's words hurt Andrew hard. He tried to calm down, but Fletcher didn't give him a chance.

"You must be very upset. Are you feeling bad now? " Fletcher asked step by step, the bloodbath came again.

Andrew clenched his teeth, held his breath, and tried to reply in the strongest way, "No." But the slight trembling lip revealed the inner fluctuation, and the slightly red eyes revealed the grievance. The fear in his mind had drowned him. He had to open his mouth and breathe. The suffocation of drowning made him extremely embarrassed.

"No? So you don't care at all, do you? " Fletcher's words stabbed Andrew's chest like a dagger, leaving no room for maneuver.

Andrew had to turn his head and try to meet Fletcher's eyes, but he didn't dare to look up. Just a line of sight was enough to press his shoulder hard. Now he didn't dare to lift his chin. That kind of timidity had completely crushed his spine. He said in a desperate struggle, "I care..."

Fletcher did not let Andrew finish, directly cut off the words, "then you in the end uncomfortable? Yes, or no? "

What should he say? Yes? Or not? What is the right answer? reflection! reflection! But a mess of marijuana brain is simply unable to think, even the clue can not be found!

Andrew's fragile mood was on the verge of collapse again, and he was forced to a corner by Fletcher, unable to turn around or breathe. He had no way to think, and could only subconsciously gently jaw his head to express his approval. The impulse of collapse made him squeeze his lips. Only in this way could he avoid crying directly.

"Yes, you are." Fletcher came to a conclusion.

Andrew nodded unconsciously, and a whisper came out of the corner of his mouth. "Yes."

"Say it." Fletcher still refuses to give up.

This forced Andrew to the corner, or the edge of the cliff. It seemed that he could feel the precarious feeling of the strong wind. His life was under threat. He opened his mouth, but the grievance and sadness surged up, and his voice was blocked. He could only squeeze out a hoarse voice from the deep of his throat, The heart of the innocent and unwilling to expose all, "I am very uncomfortable."

Fletcher still didn't let it go, and he yelled further, "speak up so that everyone can hear you."

Andrew felt that he was naked, without dignity, pride or confidence, and was exposed to everyone at a loss. But he had no choice. He raised his head slightly, but his neck and shoulders were stiff as stones. He couldn't lift them at all. He could only turn around awkwardly, clenched his teeth, and said aloud with all his strength, "I feel terrible!"

"Speak up

"Me! I'm sorry! "

"Louder!"

"I'm sorry!" After the roar, the tears burst again, with a strong nasal sound in the voice, and the eyes filled with hazy and hot tears, just like a lost five-year-old child standing at such a big crossroads, at a loss, but Fletcher did not make it easy.

At the moment when Andrew roared, Fletcher's face changed instantly. All the tenderness in disguise disappeared, and he became a bloody Tyrannosaurus Rex again. All the firepower destroyed Andrew's last dignity, and even the bottom line was not left.

"You are a motherfucker with no prospects, no value and no friends. When you were a child, your mother found out that her object was not the great eugene-o'neil. Then she abandoned you and your father, turned around and left. When you grew up, you ran to my drum and cried and blew your nose like a nine-year-old girl, so you can say it to me for the last time, Speak up

Before rehearsal, Andrew and Fletcher talked about their family, their mother and their father. Unexpectedly, they have now become Fletcher's weapon to attack him. Even his mother has become a prop to sprinkle salt on the wound.

Andrew had completely collapsed, his face was full of tears, his nose was running, his whole cheek was red, and his left face was even swollen. The confusion and embarrassment that he had just suffered from humiliation made him look more and more cowardly and timid in the face of pretending to be strong. He clenched his fists, clenched his drumsticks, and his muscles were strained to the extreme, Like a volcano full-blown in anger, it releases all the accumulated energy.

"Me! Very good! hard! "I've done it!"

Open to the extreme of the mouth, as if life hanging on the line of call for help, in the drowning will be their own voice transmitted.

But after the cry, the tearful dirt showed his embarrassment and lowliness.

Fletcher stood up straight and looked at Andrew with disdain and disdain, just like looking at a mole ant falling into the dust. He even thought it was too wasteful to spit. He walked back step by step and said calmly, "Carl."

This is a call to the original chief drummer Carl Turner.

Carl stood up and came to Andrew, ready to take his place.

Andrew was sitting in the same place. His sadness and despair were like witnessing the collapse of a world, grand and magnificent, magnificent and tragic. His shoulders, his head and his hands were all relaxed, and he breathed out at last. Then the whole person fell apart like this, and there was no life at all.

Rolling, thorough rolling, without leaving any room or temperature.

"Now practice hard, Neyman." Fletcher, however, has long been calm and calm. He turns his back to Andrew and drops a sentence lightly. Then he goes back to his command score, adjusts his breath, continues to give orders, and enters daily training again. "Whip, 125 stances, adult rhythm, 567... Go."

It's like... It's like nothing happened just now.

Andrew stood up, gave up his position to Carl, and sat back in his original position. All the confidence, all the pride, all the self-esteem had been crushed to pieces, and nothing was left.

Now, Andrew couldn't lift his head at all. Even when he stood up to give up his seat, he kept a posture of deeply lowering his head, as if he was shouldering a heavy mountain on his shoulders. Every step was so heavy that it left a deep hole in the ground, but it still couldn't alleviate Andrew's inner suffering.

He sat quietly on the bench next to the drum, with his head drooping. There was no sadness, no anger, no chagrin, or even fluctuation. Even the tears on his eyelashes and the corners of his eyes had not been wiped away. The whole person was in a calm numb state. It seemed that he had tried to feel pain, and the whole person just sat in the same place, Even when the performance started again, he was not in the mood to listen.

Time and space, for Andrew, seemed to stop.

If some people are curious about what the world is like when it comes to destruction and mental breakdown, Andrew is the best example.

The air in the whole rehearsal room was frozen. No one spoke or moved. The silence was making everyone stiff. Even his fingers didn't dare to move easily, for fear that he would become another ghost under the claws of "Tyrannosaurus Rex". The fear and amazement were spreading rapidly, and Damien hesitated.

The whole scene had been shot, but Damien still looked left and right. After hesitating for a long time, he carefully raised his voice and called out, "card."