Movie Master

Not long after lying down, in a daze, Lance heard a slight movement, sat up suddenly, and instantly entered a sober state from chaos, looking at the darkness in his sight, his muscles tensed up, his soul The bad memories in the depths swarmed like tides, swallowing him up with lightning speed. He grabbed the baseball bat behind the bedside table, sat up straight, and looked at the room motionlessly. Although he couldn't see his fingers completely in his field of vision, he still opened his eyes wide and searched for the outline in the darkness bit by bit.

Xisuo... Xisuo... the soft voice was like the sound of a poisonous snake sliding slowly on the ground, making every hair on the surface of the skin stand up. Lance held the baseball bat tightly with both hands, because The grip was so tight that his muscles began to ache, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it at all, he just held his breath, uneasily distinguishing every sound in the air, trying to catch the clues, and then launched an attack.

Lance, you're awake. The voice that seemed to come from the depths of hell slowly spread in the darkness, echoing faintly in the narrow space with the vastness and desolation of death. Lance stepped back subconsciously, leaning his back firmly against the head of the bed, cold sweat covered his entire back, and shivering one after another like countless ants slowly climbing up, but Lance did not Unable to react at all, he could only grit his teeth tightly, suppressing the uncontrollable trembling.

It's me, Lance, it's me. The familiar yet unfamiliar voice stirred up a wave of air, like dozens of crows flapping their wings at the same time, and a gust of icy cold wind swept over. With a crisp sound of pop, the lights in the hall turned on, and the milky yellow light poured down like a waterfall, and the darkness quickly faded like a tide. Lance closed his eyes subconsciously, and the scorching light shrouded his eyelids , The heart stopped beating for an instant.

Lance, it's me. There was an eagerness in the soft voice, Ian, I'm Ian. The light footsteps came to the door, and then stopped, Sorry... I, I was just thinking, maybe you haven't finished filming yet, so come here and lie down. Sorry, I should have called first... Lance, this is Ian.

Ian's voice seemed fragmented, and there was lingering annoyance and worry between his words. He looked at Lance who was shrinking into a ball because of fear in front of him, his pale cheeks were covered with sweat, and his hands were tightly grasping Holding a baseball bat, like a drowning person grasping the life-sustaining rope, under the closed eyes, you can still see the eyeballs moving anxiously, and the lips without any blood can clearly see a little life force Disappear little by little.

Ian only felt as if his heart had been hit hard, curled up into a ball, so that he couldn't breathe at all. Memories swarmed in my mind in an instant, that afternoon, that hot summer afternoon like falling into an icehouse.

He was supposed to protect Gawain, he was supposed to protect Lance's, Theo wasn't home, he was supposed to be the one to protect them, but he didn't. Frank's anger came so quickly and suddenly, he overturned the table in an instant, and he was crushed under the table, unable to move, and then watched Gawain fall into a pool of blood in order to protect Lance. He watched Lance pick up the baseball bat that was almost taller than him, and slammed it at Frank. He watched Frank wave his hand fiercely, and Lance was thrown into the corner like a sandbag... …

When Theo found Lance, Lance was covered in blood, like a blood man, hiding in the corner of a simple toilet cubicle dazedly and tensely, trembling all over his body, as if all he needed was a gust of wind to relieve him. easily destroy him. He couldn't even distinguish Theo's voice, and his beautiful eyes didn't have any focal length or focus, like a rag doll that lost its soul, it was thrown into a corner in tatters, lifeless bit by bit rot.

It's all his fault, it's all because of him, he should have protected them, he should have kept them from getting hurt, he should have stood up, he should have killed Frank, he should have taken responsibility, he shouldn't have been so vulnerable, He shouldn't have been knocked down so easily, he shouldn't have let go so easily...

Taking a deep breath, taking a deep breath, Ian suppressed the turbulent memories in his mind. He has no right to be sad, nor to be afraid. He should be the one standing behind Lance and Gawain to protect them , he should be strong.

Lance, it's me, Ian.

Hearing the familiar voice, Lance slowly opened his eyes, the blurred light fainted in the air, and then he saw Ian standing at the door of the room. Ian stood cautiously at the door, his shoulders were completely tense, his green eyes were hidden in the shadows, but he could not hide his guilt.

Lance let out a long breath, but found that the fingers holding the baseball bat were a little stiff due to too much force, I... Ian, his throat was so dry that he could hardly speak, he had to cough twice, Why did you come back on a red-eye flight?

Ian twitched the corners of his mouth, but his usual unrestrained smile seemed a little reserved. Lance knew that Ian also remembered those bad memories. In fact, Lance hadn't thought of it for a long time, and even if he did, he wouldn't be excited anymore. It was an extremely distant past, but the habit of not being able to sleep peacefully couldn't be changed, especially last night. So that Lance became more sensitive tonight.

Are you going to continue standing where you are, or go over and pour me a cup of hot water? Lance smiled and looked at Ian calmly.

Ian was not in the mood for joking, turned around and went to the kitchen to boil water. After a while, the sound of boiling water came from afar, but Ian didn't come over.

Lance knew that Ian was guilty, and Ian tried to take all the blame for that afternoon, but Lance never blamed Ian, because they were both victims.

All Lance's memories of that afternoon were very vague. He later heard from Gawain that he knew that when Frank was about to hit him with a baseball bat, Ian hugged Frank's calf and told him to run away quickly. Frank vented all his anger on Ian, and crazily smashed Ian with a baseball bat. In the end, Ian broke three ribs and one was inserted into his lung. If the ambulance was ten minutes late, the That's too late……

They are all victims. More importantly, in that family, they are the only ones for each other. If there is no Theo, Ian, and Gawain, there will be no Lance—in a literal sense, his fragile life may not last at all. Until that summer, there will be no Li Jin's time travel and Lancelot's rebirth.

In fact, Theo was the eldest brother who silently supported the whole family, and Ian was always by his and Gawain's side, guarding them both. Lance still remembers that the reason why Ian chose Stanford University was because it was only 37 miles (60 kilometers) away from San Francisco. He would go back to San Francisco almost every weekend just to be with him and Gao Wen; As far as Lance could remember, Ian had never said no to him, ever.

Lance had tried to explain to Ian, and he had tried to convince Ian that what happened that afternoon was no one's fault, and the only man who needed to take responsibility for that afternoon had been left forever in that midsummer afternoon. Ian always said with a smile, I don't care anymore. But Lance knew that this was Ian's knot in his heart, and he carried this heavy cross until now.

Sweating so much, do you want to take a hot bath? Ian came to the room again, turned on the light in the bedroom, stood on the edge of the bed, and handed over the hot water cup in his hand.

Lance took the water glass, lowered his head and took a sip, the smile on the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and honey was added to the water. Seeing the soothing smile on the corner of Lance's mouth, Ian pursed his lips and wanted to make a joke, but the words were dry and tasteless, Remember not to tell Theo.

Lance drank half a cup of hot water in one breath, and his tense muscles finally relaxed. When he raised his head, Lance saw Ian still standing at the end of the bed. Even if Ian didn't speak, Lance knew that Ian En is still blaming himself, he wants to turn around and leave. I just don't like having strangers in my personal space, and you don't.

Ian didn't move. He knew that Lance didn't sleep well, and he would wake up immediately if he moved a little bit; he knew that Lance didn't like outsiders appearing in his private space, which would make him feel insecure... But it was all his fault that he was here in the wee hours of the morning.

Ian avoided Lance's sight, You'd better take a hot bath, or you'll get sick, and Theo will keep nagging if he finds out. Ian tried to speak in a relaxed tone, but found that Without getting a response from Lance, he turned his head, glanced at Lance with some embarrassment, and then saw those blue eyes looking at him motionlessly, which made Ian a little embarrassed, So, after you drink Is it? I'll pour you another glass.

Ian stepped forward and wanted to take the cup from Lance, but Lance shook his head, Ian, I'm fine, at least I'm fine now, I'm not a porcelain doll. Believe me, if I If it’s not good, I’ll definitely come back with revenge, remember the last time Gawain woke me up?” Lance secretly adjusted Gawain’s scale, making Gawain think that he was seriously overweight and had to Without intensifying the training, he didn't find out until two weeks later, which made Gao Wen lose his temper at all.

Ian couldn't help but smile at Lance's words, and Lance went on to say, So, you made a special trip back on the red-eye flight because of the funding issue I mentioned earlier? If it wasn't for his own business, Ian wouldn't He was in such a hurry to get back, let alone take a red-eye flight-the brothers all knew that Ian was the one who knew how to enjoy it the most, and red-eye flights were never an option for him.

Ian stood where he was, his muscles tensed involuntarily, and he raised his head to meet Lance's calm and peaceful blue eyes. The corners of his mouth relaxed slightly, and a slightly invisible arc was gently outlined.