Chapter 1644

Lanli was hanging in the air, unable to leave, escape or cover up. In this way, he showed his vulnerability and embarrassment in front of everyone, but now he had no time or mind to worry about these, and the whole person fell apart like the end of the world.

Bitterness and pain, regret and despair, sadness and anger... All the emotions rush up in a rush, and the confused thoughts can't be sorted out at all. He begins to doubt himself, he begins to question himself, he begins to hate himself, and he even begins to deny himself. When the pain reaches the extreme, he can't help but want to escape

If he hadn't been reborn, wouldn't he be so miserable?

But the most terrible thing is that he has no place to escape, just like a display, which is suspended in the air. It seems that even the last little fig leaf has been torn away. He has no way to escape the attention of others, nor his own spiritual shackles. He can only face the storm.

Even though he is black and blue, there is still no place to escape.

Lan Li hung his limbs helplessly and embarrassedly. He could not even lift his hands to wipe the tears on his cheek. Because the helmet of the spacesuit blocked his hands, the hot tears flowed wantonly. Even his cheek began to ache, and his teeth almost broke. He still could not control the emotion of breaking the dike.

Gradually, tears and breathing dense out of a steaming fog, the helmet mask covered with a layer of water vapor, and then the whole person like a snail curled up in his shell, hard to bite the lower lip, faint can taste a bloody breath, but still all the sound swallowed in the chest, muffled sound, like a drumstick hit the heart heavily.

What should he do?

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There was no sound in the whole set. All eyes quietly looked at Lan Li, who was crying until he lost his voice. That kind of pain was like a hard beating on his nose, and his eyes began to turn red.

They thought that Lan Li didn't care, they thought that Lan Li was invulnerable, they thought that Lan Li was hard hearted, but they were wrong. It's not that lanli is unmoved, it's just that lanli disguises better. Under the mask of calm and self-sustaining, the scars are never shown. He just straightens up and swaggers.

Vanity Fair is like this. It shows the bright side in front of everyone, and then turns the faces and figures into enviable templates of happiness. However, it never shows the dark side behind the light. Even the wounds and scars are all covered up, and the souls lose themselves on the road to fame.

The scene in front of us is too cruel.

Especially the staff who doubted that lanli was too calm moved their eyes; But even though he avoided his eyes, the depression and silence without any crying slowly permeated through the scene, which made people almost breathless, and even didn't know what language to use to express their feelings.

People see the rage under the blue Li out of control, severely beat up a diesel; But people didn't see that Lan Li was suffering from his friend's still unconscious. Some things, seeing is not necessarily true; And some things, the truth that people know is just one side of the whole picture.

However, they don't know what to do?

Should they put blue down? Then all the collapse of Langley will really show in front of everyone.

Should they keep lanli hanging? So Langley was alone in all the pain.

Should they turn a blind eye? Should they come forward to comfort them? Should they act as if nothing had happened? Should they show concern? Or should we turn around and leave a space for lanli?

After thinking about it, there is no right answer. Only then did they realize that even the onlookers themselves were at a loss at this moment, let alone Lan Li? Even if we exhaust all our imagination, the onlookers who have not really experienced it will not be able to fully empathize after all. Their comfort and sympathy is just another injury that does not matter.

In the No.18 studio, all the work was suspended, and the people kept their original posture, or stood or sat in silence. They were all in silence, full of bitterness, but could not find an accurate way to describe it.

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Christopher's eyes were moist. He tried to say something several times, but he closed his mouth after all. He turned to his wife, who was wiping his tears. He took his wife into his arms silently. The warmth of the two people's hugs calmed him down a little.

"Did we do something wrong?" Christopher whispered in his wife's ear.

Shouldn't they be in such a hurry to start again? No matter how much Thomas tour urged them, they could carry things down without pressure or worry; In this scene, Christopher can clearly feel the shock from the inside out. People can't help clapping and cheering. However, hidden behind the performance is the truth that people can't bear to explore.

Emma Thomas patted her husband on the back, quietly comforting, "don't worry, Langley knows what he's doing." There was a pause. "Maybe he just needs to vent; He just needs a little time. "

Christopher didn't say anything more. He just sighed and raised his eyes again. Looking at the little figure hanging in the hypercube, he recalled the whole story of the play again. His mood suddenly became mixed and hard to describe.

Standing on the side of the studio, two technicians are responsible for pulling Weiya and controlling lanli's every move in midair. The unexpected accident makes them feel at a loss, and they don't know whether they should put lanli down; But no further instructions were given and efforts were made to maintain the status quo in the end.

Looking up at the helpless blue Li, the two technicians are also a burst of sadness, sighing and helplessness between the interlaced lines of vision, which can be conveyed without language.

I don't know how long later, lanli's voice came from the radio again, "sorry! Can you put me down first? I need to take care of myself. " The words full of nasal voice revealed a trace of instability and fragility, and the ending was a little trembling, but they still kept the overall state, did not collapse again, and expressed their wishes in a relatively calm attitude.

They didn't cover it up and didn't mention it. Instead, they expressed their ideas in a direct and circuitous way, which finally relieved the magic in No. 18 studio. Everyone started to move again. They were at a loss in confusion, even more confused than Lan Li, who was the party.

After getting Christopher's approval, the two waia technicians slowly put blue on the ground.

In this way, Lan Li stood in the same place, no special action, waiting for two technicians to come and untie Weiya for himself; Then they wait for the staff to come and take off their spacesuits and helmets.

The whole process is very long, lasted nearly 10 minutes, technicians and staff are a little nervous, clumsy, from the action has not been able to speed up; But Lan Li was not flustered and irritable, so he stood quietly in the same place and calmly showed his embarrassment and embarrassment in front of everyone.

The appearance of being open and aboveboard was that the eight trigrams who looked at her curiously could not help but become shy. They dodged their eyes and did not dare to face Lan Li's face and eyes.

Now Lan Li looks very haggard, with red eyes, slovenly beard, pale face and gloomy eyebrows. Her wet hair is extremely messy. Her close fitting and quick drying underwear has been soaked with sweat for a long time, and the exhaustion and helplessness flow slowly from the bottom of her heart; However, lanli still straightened his waist, opened his shoulders, stood in place calmly and calmly, waiting for the staff to complete their work, revealing a strong feeling.

After Weiya and his spacesuit were all taken off, Langley nodded to Christopher again. Then he stepped forward, turned around and walked towards the bathroom step by step.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, looking at his pale face, Lan Li gently pulled the corners of his mouth, but then he drooped powerlessly.

He knew that his current state was very bad, and his disordered mood could not be controlled at all. Just standing in front of the mirror, his mind began to relax, and his helplessness and confusion were pounding his mental defense all the time. If he didn't pay attention, he might collapse completely.

Just like just now.

But he had to tell himself that it didn't help. He needed to cheer up. He needed to have a firm belief. If even he didn't believe that Paul could wake up, who else could believe it? Like Paul, he needs to stand firmly behind him all the time, even against the world.

He needs to cheer up, because it's a fight against death and fate, and his vulnerability and timidity will only make the fight harder.

Although this is not an easy thing, as long as you calm down a little, you can't help thinking of Paul lying on the bed again. The fragile feeling of breaking at the touch makes the fear unable to settle down. More importantly, the waist and thigh bound by waya begin to ache again, The bruises that haven't completely dissipated seem to be starting to ache again.

But this is a non-negotiable matter. He has to cheer up! He has to be strong! He has to believe it!

It's a promise he owes Paul.