After Fang Daichuan's interrogation, Li Sinian's mood recovered a little bit. He was still holding the paper bag of bread in his hand and squeezing it in his palm.

"Do you like acting?" Li Sinian asked, sitting on the reef, following Fang Daichuan's words.

"I like it." Fang Daichuan lowered his head and smiled, a little embarrassed. This era is too utilitarian. You openly answer that you like money, cats, and salted fish. You don’t need to feel any shame about it. But if someone asks you in life, do you like your job? If you say that you like it in full vigor and say that this is my dream, it will appear naive and second-degree, incompatible with this world, especially when you don't mix well.

Of course, some people ask in public. Everyone answers the same thing: "I like acting. I don't want to be money. I have ambitions and dreams for acting." However, the actors themselves don’t believe in them. Watching unannounced fans cheering in unison, moved to tears for the idol’s dream, the host has an encouraging smile on his face, applauds politely, and the face covered with thick foundation is all The impatience of walking through the scene.

At the beginning, Fang Daichuan would seriously explain his dream to the audience, how he hopes to weave a real world for the audience, and lead them to experience the chivalrous spirit of drawing swords and screaming. Later, he found that no one cared, and gradually stopped talking.

He still remembered that when he first debuted, he was born with a calf, and sincerely told his dreams. Everyone on the stage responded with applause, but he was sneered by the male star of the same group when he stepped down. "What kind of drama should I add to myself? A third-rate little actor, who acts as a stand-in and a drama, also deserves to talk about his dreams?" said the actor.

Fang Daichuan asked himself that he was not a glass-hearted person, but in public, he was rubbed and mocked by the same group of seniors on the table. After a long period of time, he pressed all feelings to the bottom of his heart, letting his unwilling emotions roll over, and shame. People say.

——I don’t know what’s going on today. Maybe it’s an island alone. I feel that Li Sinian’s emotional intelligence will not be ridiculed and ridiculed. It may also be an occasional clear sky. Said with a smile, like it.

Li Sinian had been watching him, only to find that there was a dimple on his right cheek, not deep, but round, very cute. Fang Daichuan smiled and said "like" with this small dimple.

There is a strange rhythm in his words, and the characteristic swallowing and child-like phenomena of northern accents make his tone often seem a little embarrassing, but when he lowers his voice and says something like it deeply and solemnly, Li Sinian heard it There was a bang in my heart.

——It is said that some people's voice can synthesize and resonate with the frequency of other people's heartbeat, and you can control the other person's heartbeat with your voice. I don't know if Fang Daichuan is those people.

Li Sinian's right index finger quivered uncontrollably, with a strange frequency. He lowered his head and stared at his index finger in surprise, and he also found it very strange. He has always had a keen intuition for danger, and sometimes he perceives danger subconsciously. When his consciousness has not yet awakened, his body will indeed remind him in this way. This kind of practical special function has really saved him several times. Several friends of the mercenary group have been surprised by this special function, and even took a nickname that Lee has a "God's right hand".

However, at this moment, Li Sinian stared at his trembling right index finger and looked around. The surrounding waves were still the same, the light rain was rustling, he turned on the warning radar in his brain to 100%, and he did not notice any hidden danger. ——The feeling of the body is also different from the past. It is a strange feeling that is hard to describe. It is not tight, but a little soft, as if there is a spreading swamp under his feet, and the soft mud is running down his body. Climbing up, and he strangely didn't want to struggle.

"I like acting. I don’t know if you have ever had a feeling. Sometimes I feel lonely inexplicably. Sometimes in the banquet hall, I suddenly heard the voice of the lead singer hoarse and nice, and I looked around with a wine glass. , I don’t know who to tell. Sometimes I sit on the balcony in the early morning, watching the long lines of cars going out of the city, and I don’t know where they are going or what stories they have.-But when they are acting , I am not alone. In the play, there are brothers who commit suicide, friends who have a lot of money, villains who are desperate, and love that is always deep. Every time I sit in the cinema and watch my own play, I think, my life , Even if it is possible to meet one of these feelings, it is worth it.” Fang Daichuan looked at the sea level in the distance with his legs crossed. Several seabirds swept across the sea, their wings trembling, and an agitated long hum from their beak.

He recovered, looking at Li Sinian with a little embarrassment, scratching his head: "Am I a little naive?"

Li Sinian looked back at him, a gentle light of water spread from his light amber pupils, and his voice was very soft, lest he didn't believe it: "You are very enthusiastic."

"Enthusiasm?" Fang Daichuan was dumbfounded by this adjective, "Forget it, you are a foreigner, and you can't give you too much demand in terms of the appropriateness of the words."

Li Sinian smiled and did not refute.

I didn't joking with you, he thought, this puppy's leg has always had a clumsy enthusiasm, all the positive feelings for the world and human beings.

Realizing this, Li Sinian seemed to have seen the swamp just now, and the last part of his body was also plunged into it, and eventually it fell out of place.

The two sat there in a daze for a while, the wind on the beach washed away the heat and humidity of the day, bringing some coolness. I don't know where the sea breeze is coming from, bringing a subtle smell.

The waves in the distance fluctuated more and more, and the white bubbles throbbed and thrashed, and more seabirds gathered, vying for the small fish on the bottom of the sea that were rolled up by the waves.

Li Sinian's entire body and mind were immersed in an inexplicable soft emotion. It was rare to see that he lost his mind and lost his alertness to potential dangers. Li Sinian inadvertently lowered his head and glanced down when the waves hit the feet of the two of them. He saw the small deep-sea fishes rolling up with the waves and the slate and sand covered with marine life before he suddenly realized. One night the waves churned and the seabirds gathered at the wrong place.

"No!" He regained his senses abruptly, pulled Fang Daichuan a hand, and the two quickly retreated.

A violent wave hit it, and the entire sea surface looked like a big pot that had been boiled, and the foam overflowed from it. The place where the two had just stood instantly split a narrow gap. Moses divided the sea into a general posture. The sand and gravel followed the opening of the island and was rushed into the sea, filled with unknown animal carcasses. The whole island is like a crispy biscuit, which is being grilled on the fire and will be broken by the heat. Fang Daichuan looked at the sprout of this natural mighty force in surprise.

"A precursor to a submarine volcano..." Li Sinian looked solemn, his jaw line was tightly stretched, "That boss may not really lie!"

Fang Daichuan stepped on a sand pit, the sand pit itself was not strong, half split by the vibration of the sea, his right foot just stepped on it and sank directly into it. Just about to pull out his right foot, Fang Daichuan's heart suddenly shuddered. ——This location of the sand pit at the foot was the place where everyone buried the beer belly together. It was because people were buried, and the sand was not so solid afterwards, it was shocked by the shock of the seabed.

With a certain horrible idea, Fang Daichuan's right foot stuck in the sand dripped to the bottom of the hole.

"Li Sinian..." Li Sinian was still observing the condition of the sea. He turned back when he heard his voice, but saw Fang Daichuan's face pale in the night, and a cold sweat rolled clearly from his side face and sank into his collar. .

what happened? Li Sinian showed a puzzled look, followed his gaze and looked at his feet.

At the foot of Fang Daichuan was a large human-shaped pit, and the floating sand had already rolled away along the cracks split by the coast not far away, leaving only the stable sand on both sides. ——The pit was empty and there was nothing.

Fang Daichuan's voice seemed a little panicked in the night, and his ending was dragged into the air.

He said: "The corpse of the beer belly...is gone..."