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Looking at Lance's indifferent and alienated back, as if even a catastrophe could not hurt him, an unspeakable anger surged deep in Emma's heart, but she couldn't even tell whether the object of anger was... Who is it, is it the past that hurt Lance, the Lance who refuses to open up, or the self who is stagnant.

Coward! Emma yelled loudly, which made Lance finally stop, but he didn't turn around, just stopped where he was, Emma clenched his fists, and moved towards the tightly wrapped The back in the armor roared, Coward! You don't even dare to look me in the eyes, do you really dislike me, or are you afraid of liking me?

Lance's breathing couldn't help being stagnant, and the sudden panic made him clenched his teeth. He knew that he should turn around at this moment, laugh coldly at Emma's overreach and self-indulgence, jokingly ridicule Emma's ignorance and fledgling love, and then cruelly destroy all the connections between the two. Severing, that's what he's good at, isn't it? But his footsteps were frozen in place, his body could not turn at all, as if his whole body was suspended in mid-air, he tried to find a relay point, but it was in vain, every struggle only made him more embarrassed.

You are just escaping, escaping from me, and even more from yourself. All I hope is that you stop and stand where you are, so that I can approach slowly, at least try once, even if it's just a chance. You You can run away from me, but you can't keep running away from yourself.

The strong wind was blowing, and Emma's voice was erratic in the night, as if she would be torn apart by the impact at any time, but... she didn't. The firm and full voice penetrated the night and hit Lance's shoulder fiercely , dripping with blood.

Lance closed his eyes, took a deep breath, the sneer on the corner of his mouth was slightly outlined, and he raised his voice and said, Sigmund-Freud (Sigmund-Freud), the time for today's psychological counseling class has arrived. The sharp sarcasm and indifferent alienation, like a dagger, followed the sound of the wind, stabbing fiercely at Emma's chest, and then Lance didn't stop any longer, walked straight and disappeared into the room inside.

Huh...huh... The sound of the wind was still rumbling, and Lance's icy voice drifted around in the night, causing the surrounding temperature to drop a bit. Emma's thin shoulders were almost unable to bear the weight of the night, as if she would be completely crushed at any moment. The desperate mood stretched out thorny vines from the desert, wrapping around her legs, slowly, slowly , Gradually devoured her courage, the ray of hope was in danger in the thick night and raging madness, and the sudden surge of despair brought Emma to the verge of collapse.

She once watched the moment when Lance severely hurt Jessica Alba, and the cruel smell of blood still lingers under her nostrils, but when she became the target of Lance's injury, she realized that the pain Almost deep into the bone marrow, so that the soul can feel it clearly, she tried to make some sounds, but even the painful moan/groan was stuck in her throat.

He stared fixedly at Lance's back, and then saw the right hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist. The tight fist seemed to gather all the strength in his body, so that his muscles began to tremble slightly. It was only then that Emma noticed that Lance's right hand was injured, and the unbandaged right hand began to ooze blood again. The bright red liquid slowly flowed on the taut skin, wobbled, and finally dripped on the ground. up, bloom. Looking up along the right hand, you can see the shoulders that have started to stiffen due to too much force, stalwart, generous, strong, and resolute, as if indestructible, the surrounding bright halo began to swallow this figure bit by bit, and finally completely Disappear.

At the very least, you should give yourself a second chance.

Emma murmured that Lance's pain was twice, triple, ten times as bad as her pain was. The previous injuries made him lose the ability to trust, and his body was covered with bruises, so he did not hesitate to hurt others to protect himself. No matter how deep the wound is and how painful it is, his resistance is so strong. It's a pity that no one has ever seen his wounds. He just immersed himself in his injuries and condemned him for being cold-blooded and ruthless. So he became more and more vigilant and alienated, hiding behind the thick mask , refusing to move forward.

For the first time, Emma really understood Lance, but the truth was so cruel that she could hardly bear it. In her world, it is impossible to imagine what Lance has experienced. In her mind, those fragments of memories from the past flooded in. The bits and pieces of Lance she witnessed, and the hesitation she experienced, all turned into incomparable firmness at this moment.

She wants to get close to this man slowly; she wants to sit by his side and quietly admire the stars in the sky, waiting for the sun to rise again; she wants to stand behind him, even if the whole world stands by him She will not leave; she wants to warm that cold soul and see the smile blooming in the sunshine again; she wants to hold his hand and walk through a long life until the end of life moment...

She likes him; she loves him.

Love. The smile on the corner of Emma's mouth could not help but be slightly outlined, a little shy, a little panicked, but more determined and happy. The eye sockets could not help becoming warm again, but she would not cry, because this was the beginning of happiness, her body was refilled with strength, she raised her head and chest, and took steps.

No matter how strong the night wind is, no matter how cold the air is, no matter how long the night is, she will never give up until the moment the sun leaps out of the horizon.

Lance sat on the sofa in the room, his head was in a mess, he couldn't sort out his thoughts at all, he didn't like her, he obviously didn't like her, she was just an underdeveloped yellow-haired girl, in his eyes she was completely A child who hasn't grown up, she can't even be considered a friend... However, the panic in her heart can't be calmed down at all. This kind of chaotic feeling makes Lance a little at a loss, as if no effort can be contained. This is really bad.

Hiss, hiss... A small sound came from the door, breaking the silence in the room. Lance looked over reflexively, and then saw a half-folded letter paper stuffed under the crack of the door.

Lance's brows frowned involuntarily, his brain didn't even have time to think, so he stood up directly, walked to the door quickly, opened the door forcefully, but didn't see any figure, only had time to catch a shadow that disappeared at the door, inexplicably He was relieved. At this moment, Lance began to think, what the hell is he doing? What should he do if he sees Emma? Scold her severely? Or expel her from the cast? He doesn't even know what's going on in his head.

When he was about to close the door, Lance saw a small woven basket on the ground, which contained bandages, iodine and other medicines for treating wounds.

After hesitating for a moment, Lance bent down and picked up the letter paper first, subconsciously wanting to open it, but the moment he opened it, his heartbeat stopped for a moment, and Emma's words echoed in his ears, Coward , which made Lance's left hand tighten into a fist involuntarily, and quickly opened the letter paper, on which there was only one sentence written, In order not to affect tomorrow's shooting, please remember to apply medicine.

Indescribable anger burned in his chest, and a speechless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He waved his left fist in the air, as if he wanted to vent, but he stopped after all, and turned around to close the door of the room, but After a pause in his footsteps, he still bent down to pick up the woven basket, and then slammed the door of the room.

There was a bang sound of closing the door, and Emma poked her head out from the door, and saw the woven basket that had disappeared, with a satisfied smile on the corner of her mouth, humming a little song, and bouncing back to her room.

The night was getting darker and darker, but Lance found himself a little at a loss. Tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't; tried to think about the filming and Max's performance, but my mind was so cluttered that I couldn't figure it out; tried to find a meeting with other staff, but it was midnight Now, the timing is obviously not right; trying to sit down and find something else to do, but flustered and having trouble concentrating.

Standing at the window, looking at the thick night outside, Emma's words, I like you, came to my ears, I shook my head, and threw all these messy thoughts out of my head, but I was quiet again After a short while, the voice started to sound again, If there is someone who can complete the filming of this work and make it a classic, that person is right in front of my eyes at this very moment.

Lance looked at the vast desert, but the unchanging scenery made him fall into deep thought. He should believe in himself, shouldn't he? Even if everyone doesn't believe him, he shouldn't waver in his belief. What's more, he is never alone. Theo believes in him, Ian believes in him, Gawain believes in him... and Emma also believes in him. Maybe he should reorganize his thinking, find inspiration again, and get back to work

Thoughts were still a little muddled, mixed emotions rolled on the tip of his tongue, but Lance decided to do something to distract. So, he took out the script of Fury Road and started to read it. At the beginning, I was a little irritable, and the reading speed was very slow, but the surrounding tranquility, clear air, soothing night, and the thoughts in my mind gradually dissipated, and Lance was entering the wasteland created by himself bit by bit. In the doomsday world.

In this world, he is God, who can start a tornado with a sneeze, and thunder and lightning with a wave of his hand; but he is also the protagonist, Max trekking long distances in the vast and barren desert In the apocalyptic world, he is trying his best to find a glimmer of life.

Director, screenwriter, actor, producer. These are not separate positions, but different positions that are independent but closely related to each other, and he knows this, he knows this clearly.