Chapter 1401

Simmons looked down at his hands, could not help but began to gently twist his fingers, as if he could feel the sticky and greasy blood above his fingertips. The warm fishy smell lingered under his nose, so real and so exact. Killing life can feel the blood's viscosity, but killing soul can't see any trace at all, which seems to be the case now; But he knew that it was an illusion. It was all an illusion. There was nothing between the fingers and the palm, no blood, no soul.

That one feels really wonderful.

It seems that he can feel a force of involvement and driving, guiding his emotions and actions bit by bit, just as he slowly wakes up the demon hidden in his heart. The cruel and ferocious anger is slowly waking up, and a soul that he didn't even realize appears. He rushes towards his food with open teeth and claws, He began to nibble.

Most frightening of all, he enjoyed it.

He could even picture himself in his mind. The devil's black wings slowly spread out, blocking all the light. The sharp fangs were flowing fresh blood, so sweet and delicious that he couldn't help but put out his tongue and licked it, and the smile bloomed.

He knows what he has done, he is trampling on a stubborn dignity, he is destroying a young dream, he is destroying a little hope, more importantly, he is tearing a young soul, so cruel, so cold, so rough, but he is enjoying it, and even has a little pleasure.

Because if you want to be a real strong person, you have to go through a lot of tempering.

He never worried that his behavior might destroy a potential "Charlie Parker", because "Charlie Parker" would not sink, and "Charlie Parker" would fight back, grow up, make progress, transform, and achieve greatness in blood and fire; It's not Charlie Parker that can be destroyed or defeated.

Simmons realized that this is not correct, this is not his idea, this is not his three outlooks, all these are Fletcher's ideas, but the most wonderful place is just here, he enjoys it very much, the ideological boundary between himself and Fletcher is disappearing. Just as this performance just now awakened the devil hidden in the soul, the part belonging to Fletcher is gradually rising up, squeezing the space belonging to Simmons.

Between trance, drama and reality are intertwined.

Fear and excitement, worry and excitement, confusion and joy, tension and expectation.

Simmons himself could not describe the feeling accurately. He lowered his head again, and the blood on his fingertips seemed to be real and concrete again, as if he had just killed Andrew himself. This feeling is really... Indescribable.

Andrew?

Simmons raised his head abruptly, followed the guidance of his heart, and looked at blue Li sitting on the chair.

Lanli was still sitting quietly in the same place, not moving. He hung his head deeply. His hands on his knees were rubbing the fingernails of his thumb with his index finger. It seemed that he was looking for the flesh around his fingers. He couldn't get along with himself, revealing a trace of anxiety and boredom.

That's Andrew, not Langley.

A wounded, lonely and helpless soul, after the baptism of the storm, is trying to cheer himself up again and find the way forward, but he is at a loss. His pupils vibrate quickly and look around quietly, just like a fox running on the ice, creeping forward and his ears standing up, A little wind and grass will make it run away quickly, and then it will never be found again.

The sight of Yu Guang swept gently, and then he caught the band members' surprise, ridicule, ridicule, astonishment, puzzled eyes, like a storm, slowly, slowly awakened him, self-esteem humiliation and proud trample let the sense of shame swept, far beyond the pain and bitterness, far beyond the sadness and helplessness, It stabbed his soul.

In an instant, he suddenly stood up and quickly left the range of the drum. Like a lost dog, he left the practice room in a hurry and walked away. Every second he stayed here was a kind of torment, which was comparable to being put to death. He just wanted to leave, he just wanted to run away, like a coward, but so what? At least he doesn't need to suffer like an oil pan any more.

"..." Simmons tried to call his departure steps, but the words were stuck in his throat, blue Li? Or Andrew? He didn't know which name he should call. Before he had time to make a decision, the figure had disappeared behind the rickety door, and the pace of escape was faster and faster.

What's more, he didn't know what to say, "sorry"? Does an apology really work?

Inexplicably, Simmons can feel a sad, really can't bear it; But at the same time, Fletcher's voice is whispering: This is the test he needs to stand, this is the only way to success, either insist or give up, the choice is simple, no one can force him.

That demon like whisper makes people have no resistance, he actually... Vaguely expressed his approval!

So, what should he do now?

Turning his head, Simmons looks at Damien and tries to ask for help, but he is disappointed. Damien was not able to detect the abnormality of Xu. He was discussing the shooting work of the next scene with the staff warmly. His facial expression revealed his excitement and joy.

The director and the actor are different after all.

Inexplicably, Simmons is a little lost, looking at the direction of blue Li left, standing in the same place, at a loss.

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Lan Li quickly left the rehearsal room, his head still hung down, and he couldn't lift it up. He just wanted to hide in a corner where no one could find out, lick the wound silently, and swallow all the humiliation and embarrassment. It seemed that as long as he was isolated from the world, what just happened could become easier.

In fact, this is not too deep into the play.

When Damien interrupts the shooting rhythm, Langley has come back to himself. The boundary between drama and reality is becoming clear again. However, Langley does not immediately get rid of the performing state, but is still immersed in this emotional bondage and predicament. He did it on purpose.

After egot, on the surface, lanli seems indifferent, but he clearly knows that complacency and pride are spreading irresistibly. When he dreamt back in the middle of the night, lanli also had a daze: what else can he do now? Or, what should he do?

The interview with Bradley Adams of the New York Times is of great practical significance.

Even though he has been a man for two generations, in the final analysis, he is still an ordinary man. He is experiencing a story that most people have never experienced in their lives. Standing at the crossroads of history, at the top of the pyramid, and in the hurricane of the spotlight and the spotlight, it is inevitable for him to get drunk in the secret room. Even though he tries to keep himself awake, It still has little effect.

It's like a marathon.

When I started, I was full of willpower, enthusiasm and passion, but as I ran, I gradually forgot the starting point, the ending point, and others I had forgotten. It seemed that everything was meaningless, but I just kept running mechanically, so I simply left everything behind and continued to run, just sprinting, sprinting and sprinting again.

But suddenly, in a moment, it crossed the finish line. He was the first.

The joy and happiness of the champion filled his chest, but after that? Looking back, we can't see other competitors, nor can we see the goal ahead. He has already stood at the top, so what should we do next? No guidance, no direction, that kind of emptiness and loneliness, that kind of loss and helpless, than the height of the desolation brought by the cold is more turbulent and more cruel.

Lan Li forced himself to calm down, devoted himself to the rehearsal of "pop drummer", wholeheartedly returned to the status of an actor, and once again found the enthusiasm for performance, not for awards, not for the box office, but for his expectation and persistence, and continued to perform.

It's called a dream.

Really acting for yourself.

In such a moment, such a situation, lanli is very happy that he met the work of "burst drummer". Because Andrew Neyman's state of mind is exactly the best choice to awaken his original heart and dream.

As a result, Mingming can distinguish reality from illusion, but lanli forces himself to immerse himself in the world of performing emotions and characters, forgetting the aura of egot in such a way and starting from scratch.

Invisibly, it fits perfectly with Andrew.

Chu Jiashu used to have low self-esteem. He didn't think he could realize his dream, or he couldn't realize it. He could only describe the shape of daydream in his mind. Even if he was reborn as Lan Li, he still held hesitation and hesitation because of his own uncertainty and the judgment from George and Elizabeth, All of it made him wobble.

But he chose to stick to his dream.

Not because of faith, not because of faith, but because of faith. Once faced with death, he knew that he should not be timid because he was timid. Only by taking positive and courageous steps can he live a lifetime. So he began to run.

The success of egot made him confident and even complacent. He almost thought that he had the whole world, and gradually began to be complacent. Then, he hit a wall, just like Andrew met Fletcher, and Langley let himself "meet" Fletcher.