After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

When Chris returned to the villa after walking the dog, Yang Yi was already by the lake.

Under the towering tree, the thick shade blocked out the sun. She sat at the foot of the tree, her back leaning against the trunk.

The weather in September was still hot. She was wearing a pure white T-shirt, trousers, and breathable casual shoes. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking at the sparkling lake and thinking about something.

Chris couldn't see her expression, but he always felt that there was a sense of loneliness and silence behind her.

While girls of the same age are enjoying youth, love, passion and the most wonderful years of their lives, she is like an ice-covered volcano, silent and dead. Only those who are close to her can occasionally catch a glimpse of the surging waters in the depths.

"When did you come?" Chris came over with the dog and sat down next to her, holding her in his arms.

Yang Yi's back moved from the tree trunk to his arms. His chest was warm and his heartbeat was strong and powerful, revealing a vibrant vitality.

This gave her a sense of reality, as if she suddenly discovered that she was still alive, truly alive.

"I don't know, it's been a while," she said, her stiff body relaxing and she snuggled into his arms.

His arms were long and strong, and she played with his fingers.

"Charlie is afraid of you." Chris said casually.

Yang Yi glanced at the sheepdog casually, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, like an unconscious sneer.

"Yeah." She responded calmly.

This answer did not satisfy Chris, so he asked, "You don't like dogs?"

dog?

The cold touch of the iron chain still hangs on my neck, heavy, pulling my head down to my knees. The rusty iron chain rubs against the tender flesh on my neck. The wound heals, cracks, heals again, and cracks again... Hunger burns my stomach, but the big yellow dog hasn't finished eating yet. I have to wait for it to finish its meal, hoping that it will leave some moldy leftovers...

Yang Yi stopped playing with his fingers, "Hmm," her response was still flat.

Chris was sensitive to her unhappiness, but he knew a rule very well: the deepening of feelings will inevitably touch upon each other's past, even if it is a disgusting past. Sometimes disputes and conflicts can promote the further development of feelings.

But he did not attack rashly. Instead, he took a step back and talked about other things.

"You know what? I am also vain, and a very strong one..." he suddenly said.

This sentence made no sense, but it immediately attracted Yang Yi's attention. She turned her head to look at his face with a curious look on her face.

Chris couldn't help pinching her nose and recalled with a smile: "My sister and I grew up in the theater managed by our mother. We often participated in some dramas and musicals. We were quite famous in the local circle... At that time, people praised me for my talent - and to be honest, I really enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by applause!"

The smile on Yang Yi's face grew wider. She found a comfortable position to lie down, resting her head on his thighs, and looking at his lively face.

The sunlight filtered through the dense branches and leaves, leaving only a few tiny star-like spots when it fell on her body. She squinted her eyes and suddenly felt the afternoon breeze blowing on her skin. Her hair swayed and touched her cheeks, making her feel itchy - she had experienced the same thing before, but had never felt it carefully.

"But what I enjoy more is playing another character, completely immersing myself in another person's life trajectory, and experiencing everything in the world with his feelings. I often think that our personal lives are so short and monotonous. If we can experience the experiences and feelings of other characters in our own lives, isn't it equivalent to living a few more lives?" He gently stroked her face with his right hand, looking at the lake in the distance with a distant gaze.

"Although this is just an itch-scratching experience, not a real experience - sometimes I even doubt that this is just an illusion created by myself. How can you experience another life completely? The so-called performance is nothing more than reprocessing the characters created by the screenwriter and the writer..."

"But I think I have a talent for this. When I grew up, they all advised me to try Hollywood - 'You will become a superstar', 'You are born to do this' - they all said so." He shrugged, "So I came, full of ambition and confidence. And Hollywood did not let me down, I became famous overnight. Of course, you know what happened next..."

Yang Yi laughed out loud, causing his body to shake a few times.

"I came out of the nightclub at three or four in the morning, reeking of alcohol, feeling dizzy and the whole world spinning. I had drunk too many different kinds of alcohol, including whiskey, tequila, brandy, rum, and cocktails... At that time, I was immersed in the world of alcohol, paralyzing myself and escaping from reality... I clearly understood that this was because my vanity and self-esteem had been frustrated. I was used to being surrounded by applause and praise, and subconsciously believed that this was normal, what I should do, and what I took for granted. I was born to have everything, but the comments in newspapers and news brought me back to reality - I was not that good, and compared to those people whom I usually didn't even bother to compare myself with, I was actually worse...

"I was leaning against a street lamp waiting for Uber to pick me up. It was already very late at night and there were not many people on the street. Suddenly, three people came over from a distance, put their arms around my shoulders, and carried me to a dark alley. I was dazed and didn't understand what was happening... until a cold gun was pointed at my head."

Yang Yi sat up, frowned unconsciously, and looked at him with concern.

She knew he was safe, but she started to get nervous for him when she thought about him going through that moment.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Chris said with a smile, putting her head back on his thigh, stroking her hair with his left hand, looking at the lake with a distant gaze: "They pointed a gun at my head and began to search my body for money. Fortunately, I was decadent and unkempt at that time, with a beard, so they might not have recognized me, otherwise it would not be so simple. I heard them say, 'Look, I'm so lucky today, a rich man!' 'Damn rich man!' Then I was kicked hard several times...

"The alcohol made my brain dizzy and my body numb. I didn't feel much pain. However, at that time, I suddenly felt an inexplicable anger in my heart: 'What? Have you fallen to this point now? Even street thugs can bully you at will? Are you going to continue to be immersed in this self-doubt and decadent?'

"Defeat them, or be defeated by them! If I am lucky enough not to die tonight, I will continue to film and ignore anyone's belittling and criticism. If it doesn't work once, try again! If it doesn't work twice, try three times! Four times! Five times! Six times! Seven times... until no one in Hollywood wants to use me anymore!"

Yang Yi looked at him with shining eyes. She suddenly felt an unexpected surprise, as if she had just picked up a gem, but found out that it was just the key to the treasure.

"So I jumped up with all my strength and punched the thug closest to me hard - then they rushed over, beat me up, robbed me and threw me into the garbage dump." He spoke in a relaxed tone, shrugged his shoulders, and looked helpless.

Yang Yi smiled and said, "No, you are very brave."

She pulled his head down and kissed him, and Chris immediately deepened the kiss.

After an unknown amount of time, the two separated. Yang Yi's cheeks blushed slightly as she asked, "And then?"

"Then, I lay in the garbage, my whole body ached, and I felt like I might have two broken ribs. Then, a stray dog ​​climbed up the garbage, came to my side, and licked my hand. It was Charlie. It was dirty, its hair was tangled, and its black eyes looked at me calmly. I felt comforted, at least there was a dog, it didn't criticize or comment, it just looked at me calmly... I smelled the stench of the garbage, but I felt more relaxed than ever before."

As he spoke, he bent his fingers to his mouth and whistled. The sheepdog immediately came running towards him like the wind.

"Meet Charlie, a quiet and well behaved boy."

The corners of Yang Yi's mouth moved slightly, as if he was smiling.

When he was about two or three meters away from the two of them, Charlie suddenly stopped, wanted to move forward but stopped, looked at Yang Yi's position, and growled anxiously.

"Come on, Charlie!" Chris called again.

Charlie took a tentative step forward, but his legs were shaking like sieves and a whining sound came from his throat, as if he was begging for something.

Yang Yi watched this scene silently for a long time, then she said calmly: "Forget it, it seems like it doesn't like me either."