Four Hundred and Sixty-Three Hearty
"get off!"
Adam's voice was like a small boat in a storm. He tried his best to maintain his balance, but he was teetering in the stormy sea. The tension that was so tight could fall apart at any time, and the temperature of the air began to rise slowly. Wave after wave of emotions, even he himself could not discern the details of those emotions: anger? sad? crazy? Pity? despair? Lost? bitter? at a loss?
Maybe both, maybe not. But all he knew was that the volcano was about to erupt. If Kyle doesn't leave, he doesn't know what he will do.
"Adam!" Seth was still nagging tirelessly, trying to express his emotions, but Adam couldn't help it after all, the irritable and turbulent emotions completely broke the bank, he frantically waved his fists and smashed at Kyle, "Get out! Get out! He\/Mom\/ got me out of the car!" The ruthless fists, like raindrops, were merciless and did not hold back, and they fell one after another.
"Don't hit me!" Seth was almost powerless to fight back. This was not a plot written in the script. The sudden outburst caught him completely by surprise, and he had no chance of parrying at all.
Although he roared relentlessly, "I won't let you do this!" I tried to bump into it and resist the crazy attack, but to no avail, the whole person retreated again and again, and finally the whole person seemed like a Like a ball, he rolled out of the passenger seat and watched as Adam closed the car door, causing a strong wind.
"Jesus Christ! Dude!" Seth roared at the end of the car, but was still locked out mercilessly, watching Adam drop the door lock, and scolded depressedly, "Damn!"
Standing outside, Seth shuddered, and then another, and another.
Only at this moment did he realize that his back was completely soaked - the scene of driving just now was completely on the spot, he was really scared to pee, and felt that his underwear seemed a little wet The momentary, life-threatening fear ripped through his heart without any discount. He sincerely believed that Adam was sitting behind the steering wheel.
It's ridiculous, isn't it?
Seth's mind was so clear, he knew clearly that he was Seth Rogen, but it was not Renly, but Adam in the driver's seat, and he had no doubts at all. What's even more incredible is that his lines, his reactions, and his performances, under the leadership of Renly, were naturally integrated with Kyle, and the whole scene was filmed heartily and smoothly.
Even for himself, the boundaries between reality and fantasy disappear in this moment.
Bending down and looking at Adam sitting in the driver's seat, Seth suddenly felt a sense of sadness. Unstoppable.
Kyle was pushed out like a hurricane, Adam was breathing heavily, but even so, his chest was still like a boiling crater, gurgling, and the turbulent emotions were rampant, and countless thoughts emerged in his mind. Memories--
The first time I attended a friend's funeral, the first time I smoked recklessly, the first time I was looking for an affair in a bar, the first time I was betrayed and abandoned by my girlfriend, the first time I saw falling hair in the palm of my hand, the first time The first time I felt sympathy and pity in the eyes of others, the first time I vomited because I was lying beside the toilet, the first time I received chemotherapy, the first time I learned that I had cancer...
All the shards of memories crowded together and disappeared in an instant, except for one piece of news: Mount Moa, in the Sawai Heights, had erupted, spewing a four-mile-high plume of black dust and smoke. Initial reports suggested that Moa's activity was waning, but now analysts have determined that the volcano's activity is actually increasing.
Just such a trivial, irrelevant piece of news. However, it hit his chest hard.
Like that volcano, he was silent for a long time, suppressed for a long time, quiet for a long time, and accumulated all his strength,
It erupted heartily, as if it released the last trace of energy in the depths of his soul without reservation. After the eruption was over, he would be eclipsed, gradually regained his calm, and died completely.
die. In this way, he died quietly, like volcanic ash, floating in the air, and finally completely precipitated and dissipated, leaving no trace.
However, he didn't want this, he didn't want to be silent like this.
He longs for another eruption, he longs to be like this volcano, an eruption is just a turning point on the road of life, after experiencing this eruption, he will recharge and start a new round of eruption again, gradually Embark on a new life path. This is not a symbol of decline, but a turning point of renewed strength.
He longed for it more than ever.
At this time, the emotions suppressed in his chest were like the crater of Moa Mountain. The roaring sound was constantly surging in his ears, constantly roaring and surging. A release of worry becomes the end, and a bloom of fear becomes nothingness. However, he couldn't hold back.
What's even more ridiculous is that when he watched this TV news, the magnificence and grandeur of the volcanic eruption made him stunned. The sigh of empathy and the regret of being outside of it revolved in the eye sockets, and the shallow warmth was covered with a thin layer of water mist in the depths of the eyes, but it could not be condensed.
He wants to climb the rolling hills, he wants to watch the eruption up close, he wants to walk through the precipitous rain forest, he wants to stand on the crest of the surging waves, he wants to be free in the sky Falling to appreciate the steepness of the coastline, he wanted to feel his insignificance in the wind and torrential rain, he wanted to look up and watch the volcanic ash falling slowly from the mountains and fields...
However, he could only sit on the sofa at home and watch the news; he could only be pressed on the sofa in the hospital, receiving chemotherapy; but he could only stand helplessly, waiting for trial.
He has not had time to appreciate the splendor of this world, and he has not had time to taste the taste of life, and his life will be declared to end.
At this moment, all the fragments of memories burst out like a kaleidoscope. But just now, he couldn't think of anything he wanted to do in his mind, he just blurted out, "Drive." Obviously his life has just begun, and there are countless things waiting for him to explore and conquer, but after surgery The night before, the only thing he could think of was driving.
Unwillingness, anger, bitterness, burst open on the tip of the tongue; regret, despair, pain, constantly pounding in the chest; helplessness, depression, dullness, ripples in my mind.
The scorching heat in the lungs gradually started to get out of control, and he was almost out of breath. He opened his mouth and tried to breathe, but he couldn't feel any oxygen. He only felt that his whole body was swollen to the extreme, and he was on the verge of exploding at any time. Holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, the veins burst open, and he tried his best to suppress it. The steering wheel was about to be crushed, but it was still in jeopardy.
He could no longer be suppressed, just like the erupting Moa Mountain volcano. But he didn't know if this was his last outbreak.
"what!"
Roaring, frantically roaring, grabbing the steering wheel tightly, pouring all the emotions and anger into his hands, but he still couldn't control the gushing emotions, "Ah!" He burned his life and put all the colorful , all the flamboyance, all the brilliance burst out, and then the whole world fell into black and white little by little.
But even so, it's still not enough.
"Ahhhh!" He thumped the steering wheel angrily, raised his legs and kicked all the obstacles around him, as if trying to break free from all the shackles in his life, fighting against the weight of fate, but he found himself trapped In the narrow cage, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't stretch, "Ahhh!"
He gripped the steering wheel tightly again, his muscles burst out, and his upper body pressed forward, like a drowning person desperately calling for help, "Ah!" Did anyone hear it? Can anyone hear his cry for help? Can anyone hear his roar? Can anyone hear his unwillingness and despair? Can anyone hear his depression and pain?
Tears filled the eye sockets, but before they could gather into drops, they had already been evaporated by the burning anger and boiling despair, leaving only a faint red mark beside the eye sockets, as if after the eruption of a volcano, it was left behind. The fiery clouds on the edge of the sky fainted slightly, and then sparsely fell to the place where the sea and the sky meet.
"Ah!" Once, again, Adam slammed the steering wheel angrily, draining the last bit of strength from his body.
Seth, who was standing outside the car window, quietly looked at Adam who was madly venting, his mouth opened slightly involuntarily, his emotions stagnated between his chest and throat, it seemed to block the passage of breathing, and the whole person floated in the air. , can't go up but can't come down.
He knew that Adam had cancer, he knew that Adam was about to face surgery, he knew that Adam's life was at a sensitive time, he knew, he knew it, but he couldn't empathize because he wasn't the client, and he didn't try to understand Adam's emotions, but he never knew that hidden under Adam's calm expression, there was such a surging emotion, and the instant eruption was even more violent than a volcano.
At this moment, Seth felt the coming of death like never before. It seemed that he was just around the corner of the street, holding a scythe in his hand and staring at Adam blankly. He wanted to step forward to stop the god of death, he wanted to help Adam regain his vigor, but his footsteps were nailed to the spot and unable to move.
Seth blinked, hiding the warmth around his eyes, pursing his lips lightly, only to taste the bitterness in his mouth. Can't bear to continue watching.
Heartily, the emotions finally vented, Adam leaned on the steering wheel feebly, gasping for breath, the rich dark night began to slowly penetrate, gradually eating away all the light around, the world was becoming bleak. , that fragile shoulder seems to be crushed and destroyed at any time.