"Drink." Lan Li took a breath suddenly, as if a vampire who had resurrected his corpse sat upright, the vague voice in his throat was hardly inaudible, "Go away..." There was only a vague sound of breath, but His hands and feet were extremely powerful, and he frantically started hitting any objects that were close to him. The powerful indiscriminate attack made everyone retreat.

Jose was almost frightened to pee in his butt, his eyes were smashed, and he scrambled to flee; the others were not much better, and began to flee back in panic, and people collided fiercely. Together, the whole room is in a mess, like an asura hell. The coffin docked around was silent, and it was not helpful at this moment.

Matthew was hit hard in the cheek, but he couldn't take care of himself at all. He firmly grasped Lan Li's arm with both hands, trying to calm Lan Li, but it didn't help. The indiscriminate attack was still mixed with Thunder. "Lan Li!" Matthew exhausted the last bit of strength in his body and screamed at Lan Li.

The powerful sound of breath vibrated in the air, and Lan Li's movements suddenly froze. He stared at Matthew in a daze, breathing greedily the fresh and cold air, because he was too eager. So much so that I choked myself and started coughing violently, coughing so old that I couldn't stop at all, as if even my lungs were going to come out.

Matthew looked around, trying to pass the mineral water over, not wanting, Lan Li's pupils suddenly shrank, and retreated subconsciously, his hands reflexively entered the alert state again, and any close objects would enter the attack range. . Matthew could only raise his hands to express his innocence, and then stopped. This made Lan Li's attack slowly stop.

"Cough cough." Lan Li coughed twice again, finally letting her breath go, and unconsciously began to look around, with a godless gaze trying to find a focus, but he returned in vain, a gleam of light slowly in the dark brown eyes. The inside lit up, but before it had time to fully lit up, he closed his eyes and lay down again, as if the last trace of strength had been evacuated, and all the breath was silent.

Matthew was stunned, and suddenly began to be at a loss. Liushen looked up and down Lan Li without a master, trying to confirm what happened, but the mess in front of him couldn't find any clues at all," Lan Li? Lan Li? What's wrong with you? Are you okay? Lan Li? "Because he was too eager, he even shook Lan Li twice, eager to get a response.

"It's so noisy." Lan Li slowly closed his eyes, lifted his right hand feebly, and finally slumped down. "It's always so noisy, can't you tell that I am now exhausted, physically exhausted, and need Have a good rest?"

　　 Matthew was stunned, and finally laughed blankly, shook his head lightly, looking helpless. This is Lan Li, the Lan Li he is most familiar with, and the one that has returned to normal. The high-hanging heart fell heavily back into the chest, and then let out a long breath. At this time, Matthew realized that his back had been soaked with sweat, and his body was a little weak.

　　 Turning his head, Matthew said to Rodrigue, "I think we need a doctor and some food."

Rodriguez was completely stunned. He didn't know what to do. Matthew had to repeat the request again. Then he nodded, "I'll do it now." These are all producers. However, in the small crew of independent films, Rodriguez is the director and producer alone, so naturally he is not so particular about it.

　　 Matthew's gaze fell on Lan Li again. Although Lan Li closed his eyes, his slightly undulating chest showed that he was breathing, "You are such a lunatic, you know?"

　　 Lanli's mouth formed a shallow arc, but then he calmed down because he was too tired, "Thank you for the compliment."

　　 Eight hours. Originally, Lan Li was worried that he would fall asleep in peace, but the reality is that these eight hours have become a nightmare near death. In the absolute darkness and absolute silence, fear is like a bone gangrene, slowly devouring vitality and hope. From a certain moment on, he really thought that his life was about to come to an end. He thought that Death had found him for the second time, and really thought he would be buried alive in a wooden box in the desert.

　　The kind of despair that goes deep into the bones makes the language dull and weak. Even if he has experienced death once, even if he has two lives, he still can't easily face it. The darkness slowly eats away at life, hope is pinched bit by bit, despair spreads from the angle very slowly, the biting cold of the death sickle makes every pore really feel. The more intense the struggle, the heavier the disappointment; the more violent the resistance, the more cruel the despair.

　　 Imagination is always too pale. Only when you really experience it can you understand the taste. Bystanders are always just watching.

When I watched "127 Hours" and "Buried Alive" movies of survival in desperation, I felt entangled and excited, and even felt the torment of empathy. However, only after I have truly experienced the desperation, I know the pain and suffering. , That kind of despair, words can't describe at all, and the onlookers can't understand it at all.

　　 More importantly, different people experience the same fear and taste completely different tastes. He believes that at the extreme of despair, the "127 hours" Alan Roston, the "buried" Paul Conroy, and himself, all have different visions in their minds.

He knew that his attempt was crazy, it was just a wild dance on the tip of a knife. If he was not careful, he would burn his body and ruin his second life. It was a model of self-inflicted crime; but he But he didn't regret it, if he did it again, he would still make the same choice.

　　 Because he felt it, felt the fear and cruelty of being buried alive, felt the despair and anger waiting for his death, and felt the unwillingness, regret, helplessness and grievance of Paul's heart. The sense of tearing that blurs the boundary between reality and illusion, as if torn the soul in half, the pain reached the extreme and even the sound could not be heard, but it gave him a real experience of being in the Jedi.

　　He needs this kind of experience, otherwise, his performances will always be correct, precise, restrained, and depressive, and honestly follow the framework model of performance instillation, and use his own simulation and speculation to deduce the emotion of the character. But this kind of performance lacks a trace of soul, a soul that belongs to himself and the character, a soul that gives the character a sense of reality and uniqueness, and a soul that is indistinguishable between virtual and reality.

　　 But, these are all later.

After escaping from the dead-even if this is just an experiment, even if all this is arranged by himself, but the exhaustion is still surging like a tide, and his physical strength has been completely overdrawn, which is even more than three hours of surfing. Tired; his energy has been completely emptied, and he doesn't even want to think about where he is now. he

　　 I just want to sleep well, breathe in the air, and enjoy life well.

　　 Shen, he fell asleep in this way, and the world became quiet again, but this time the world was bright, warm, and safe.

Lan Li was awakened by Matthew. He turned over, covered his head with a quilt, and refused to give up. But Matthew didn't know how to give up. He simply brought a cup of coffee to the bed and began to taste it slowly. When I got up, the fragrant coffee smell filled the whole room in a blink of an eye, and Lan Li's stomach began to gurgle in despair.

　　 The eyelids were still too heavy to open. He just wanted to sleep to the end of the world, but the aroma of the coffee woke up all the gluttons in his stomach, grunting, and his stomach began to protest again. Matthew's serious voice came in his ears, "If Elizabeth hears it, maybe she will reprimand you for being rude again, Edith will be very happy to fall into trouble."

　　 Aristocratic life requires restraint and depression. Even if you are hungry, you can't make any noise. This is the basic etiquette.

　　 Lan Li smothered his head with the pillow, but after all he didn't hold it back, and threw the pillow out when he raised his hand, toward the direction where Matthew's voice came. However, I want to know that it was definitely not thrown. The pillow hit the door, and fell to the ground dullly, without splashing at all.

　　 "If you get up now, the heat of the steak is still just right~lightnovelpub.net~ the freshest. I can ask the waiter to move into the room." Matthew continued to entice/confused.

　　 Lan Li finally sat up, but his eyes were still closed, and he sighed slightly, "Charles, you know I need to rest."

　　 Charles, this is Matthew's middle name, only his father would call him that, rigid and rigid. Every time Lan Li wanted to ridicule him, he would shout like this, and Matthew rolled his eyes silently, "I also know that you need a meal, and your stomach won't lie."

　　 his shoulders slumped, and he let out a long breath, "Well, I'll just make it harder to eat."

　　 "It seems that your sleeping habits have not changed." Matthew walked to the door of the bedroom, gestured to the waiter outside, and then they came in with the dinner. Although this is only a three-star hotel and the service is not attentive enough, there is no problem with such basic service.

Lan Li's eyes still didn't open, and he stretched out a lot. "It seems that your habit of talking too much has not changed. Is this a genetic fault?" In the second half of the sentence, he also scolded Matthew's father. Entered, which made Matthew grinned.

The scent of food wafted under his nose. Lan Li finally couldn't help but opened his eyes. Through his dim vision, he saw a piece of fresh steak, a portion of starchy potato mash, some broccoli blanched in water, and a simple combination. Caesar salad. "After finally surviving, but want to eat such terrible food, I suddenly feel that there is no hope in life." Despite this, I still picked up the knife and fork in both hands, ready to start the meal.

　　 The waiter and Rodriguez, who stood at the door, were at a loss, but Matthew couldn't help laughing beside him.