Movie Master

Creak, creak, walking down the wooden stairs, Lance came downstairs again, all the lights in the hall on the first floor were turned off, Emma and Dakota curled up on the sofa, watching the projection The screen on the instrument, I can't take my eyes off it.

Lance couldn't help but lighten his pace, walked around the sofa from behind, and heard the dialogue in the movie, so familiar, August 23rd, what day is it, my birthday, so that Lance He stopped in his tracks, turned his head to look at the past, and then stood quietly, looking at the big screen in a daze.

You can join us. A voice came over in a low voice. Lance followed the voice and saw Emma's eyes hidden behind the sofa pillow. She turned her head and said brightly.

Lance's thoughts seemed to pause for half a second, then he shook his head with a smile at Emma, ​​Don't worry about me. The smile on the corner of his mouth paused, but his gaze returned to the screen again.

Emma hesitated for a moment, and was about to continue watching the movie when Lance's voice came, I thought you were watching 'Home Alone'.

We've already finished watching two movies! Dakota turned his head and said excitedly.

Emma couldn't help laughing, There are only two wonderful ones, aren't they? Lance laughed dumbly, and nodded slightly. Emma noticed that Lance was still looking at the big screen from the corner of his eyes, You Are you sure you don't want to join us? Gao Wen brought a bunch of video tapes over just now, and he said that this is just part of your collection, and there are more in San Francisco.

Lance looked at the pile of video tapes on the coffee table. In fact, most of them were rented before, but they forgot to return them in the end, so they stayed at home. Only a small part was actually collected. However, when he was in San Francisco, he had just finished filming, so he had almost zero foundation. There was no standard for distinguishing good movies from bad movies.

No need. Lance shook his head again and refused. His eyes stayed on Emma for a while, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything after that, he just smiled and said, Enjoy it. Then he turned and left up.

Emma looked at the back of Lance leaving, a little dazed, she didn't understand what happened, but she always felt something. He looked down at the box of the video tape, Rudy, and couldn't think of anything special about this movie. Could it be because it told the story of a rugby player, which reminded Lance of Gawain's childhood life ?

Emma, ​​go back, we missed a lot just now. Dakota pulled Emma's arm hard, which interrupted Emma's train of thought, and nodded quickly, Okay, I'll go back.

By the time the movie finished, it was already two hours later, and Emma curled up in the pillow of the sofa, crying so hard that she couldn't help herself. The emotional turmoil was so violent that she couldn't stop at all. Her messy brain couldn't even organize effective thoughts, but she just felt the strong emotion hitting her chest fiercely, sad, painful, moved, mixed together.

Dakota was just a little moved, but she didn't react too much. She looked at Emma who was crying almost out of control with a puzzled face. She knew that it was incredible that Rudy finally realized his dream, but such inspirational movies really have a place in Hollywood. There were too many, and after the momentary touch disappeared, the emotions quickly calmed down. But Emma...

Dakota patted Emma on the shoulder, trying to comfort her, Rudy finally walked on the field, didn't he? Although it was only twenty-seven seconds.

Emma nodded vigorously, trying to open her mouth to say something, but found that all her thoughts were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't express them at all. She could only bury her cheeks in her hands, letting her emotions disintegrate bit by bit, burning hot Tears slipped through his fingers. She thought of Lance, and thought of Lance's momentary pause just now.

She didn't know what Lance had experienced. His love and madness for movies could be deeply felt in his lens, but he could say dreams are dead as if nothing had happened, as if movies were just a tool to achieve success , Contemptuously ridiculed those young people with dreams; she didn't know what Lance had gone through. Under the gentleman's humble appearance, there was an indifferent to almost cruel soul. He could face the fragmented Jesse cold-bloodedly and cruelly. Card, he can also ruthlessly trade friends as props; she doesn't know what Lance has experienced, but there is lingering sadness and indifference hidden under the devil-like skin, and there is a lingering sadness and indifference under the lonely back. Hidden wounds that will never be seen, like a copper wall and an iron wall, are invulnerable. Even if you want to get close, you will be locked out forever...

She doesn't know, and she can't know.

But at this moment, she seemed to have touched that transparent and thick diaphragm.

Watching Rudy foolishly chasing his dream, Chasing an unrealistic dream will only hurt you and the hearts of those around you. Notre Dame is for smart kids, rich kids, great athletes, Not for us, you are part of our family, you can live well just as well. Frank will take over workshop two, in a few years he will earn more than me and John, he is in charge of the development plan of the factory... Father said so, but Rudy said, I don't want to be Frank or John.

Seeing Rudy persevere stupidly, persisting for seven years but still not getting a desired result, he almost gave up. Rudy said, I want to prove to everyone... Prove what? You're a piece of shit, a five-foot piece of shit. You don't have any athleticism, and you're playing on the best college football team in the world. Two years, and you will also get a diploma from the University of Notre Dame. You don't need to prove anything to others in this life, except to yourself. After you have gone through so much, if you still can't achieve your dreams, then it It will never become a reality.

Watching Rudy go on a rampage stupidly, and finally spent seven years in exchange for 27 seconds of playing time. For professional athletes, it is just an offensive time, and it is garbage time in this game, but For Rudy, it was the most shining moment in his life of more than twenty years. My whole life I've been told what to do and what not to do, and I've always listened to them, but I don't want to do that anymore.

In this way, Rudy used foolish courage to run wildly, moving forward bravely on the road of chasing dreams, being injured, denied, doubted, scorned, rejected, disdainful, painful, tormented, suffering... along the way, he stumbled and bruised all over his body, Everyone saw him as a joke, but he persisted paranoidly and stupidly. He succeeded, and he succeeded after all. He successfully stood on the college football field, turning the impossible into possible , Seven years of hard work finally bought 27 seconds of garbage time, but this was the most shining 27 seconds of his life.

So, is it the same for Lance? Foolishly chasing, foolishly holding on, foolishly running, but leaving nothing but wounds. She doesn't know, and has no way of knowing, maybe her guess is completely wrong, outrageous; maybe her idea is just wishful thinking, Lance is a complete asshole; In her body, she avoided the cruel truth...she didn't know.

But at this moment, she was so sad, an unprecedented pain grew stubbornly from the depths of her heart, like flowers blooming on a cliff, that piercing pain burst out from the depths of her soul, the pain reached the peak So extreme that I couldn't react at all.

Did no one ever really know Lance? Did no one ever want to know Lance? Has no one ever dared to stand behind Lance? Was everyone taken in by Lance's deceptive appearance? Did everyone only pay attention to Lance's appearance so that they ignored the soul hidden under this skin? Is it because everyone is so confused by Lance's temperament that they fly to the flame or stay away? Is it because everyone has forgotten that Lance is a man of flesh and blood?

Yes, she is.

When she realized this fact, she felt as if she was drowning, she couldn't breathe at all, and the tears burst completely. She hurt Lance, and she hurt Lance. Just like Jessica. She used to think she was a victim, but she was nothing more than a self-centered jerk.

Therefore, she should stop such actions at this time, stop complaining about herself, stop letting all problems revolve around herself; and stop overflowing with sympathy, Lance does not need such charity, they are all the same person, standing on an equal height , no one is higher than anyone else.

Taking a deep breath, and then taking a deep breath again, Emma finally stopped, wiped the embarrassment on her face fiercely with both hands with a tissue, ignored Dakota who was stunned, stood up quickly, and went to the bathroom to take care of herself. Looking at the slightly swollen eye sockets, Emma couldn't help laughing.

Perhaps, deep down in her heart, she has long been aware of this, but she has never been willing to push through the fog to explore the truth.

After leaving the bathroom, Emma hesitated, but finally walked out the door. Under the awning, only Lance was sitting next to him, while Gawain and Ian were sneaking along the path in the backyard. He was doing something, looking like he was going to steal grapes, while Theo was standing in a corner of the yard answering the phone.

Emma sat down beside Lance, her eyes fell on the beer in Lance's hand, and then she saw a smile on the corner of his mouth, No, I still won't give you beer. This made Emma He couldn't help but chuckled, and asked seriously, Lance, are you a good person?

Lance chuckled, his contempt, disdain, and sarcasm were well hidden, No, I'm not.

Emma nodded, but her smile became more relaxed, and she whispered deep in her heart: I know.