1643 At a Loss

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Renly was hanging in the air like this, unable to leave, avoid, or cover up, so Chi Guoguo showed his fragility and embarrassment in front of everyone, but he didn't have the time or thought to worry about it now. The whole person fell apart like the end of the world.

Bitterness and pain, remorse and despair, grief and anger... All the emotions swarmed in one head, the thoughts couldn't be sorted out at all, he began to doubt himself, he began to question himself, he began to hate himself, he even began to deny himself, When the pain reaches the extreme, I can't help but start to want to escape:

If he hadn't been born again, wouldn't it have been so painful?

But the most terrifying thing is that he has nowhere to escape now. He is hung in the air like a display. It seems that even the last bit of fig leaf has been torn apart. He has no way to escape the attention of others, and he has no way to escape. The shackles of his own mind can only face the rage of the wind and rain head-on.

Even though his body was bruised and bruised, he still had nowhere to escape.

Renly slumped helplessly and embarrassedly. He couldn't even lift his hands to wipe the tears from his cheeks, because the helmet of the spacesuit blocked his hands, and the hot, hot tears flowed freely, even his cheeks. They all started to have a burning pain, and their teeth were almost biting off, but they still couldn't control the feeling of breaking the bank.

Gradually, the tears and breath made a steaming mist, which covered the mask of the helmet with a layer of water vapor, and then the whole person curled up in his shell like a snail, biting his lower lip hard, and could faintly taste it. A bloody aura still engulfed all the sounds in his chest, making a muffled sound, hitting his heart like a drumstick.

What should he do?

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There was no sound at all on the set, all eyes were silently looking at Renly, who was crying so hard that he lost his voice. The soreness was like being slapped on the nose, and the eyes couldn't help but start to turn red.

They thought Renly didn't care, they thought Renly was impenetrable, they thought Renly was hard-hearted, but they were all wrong. It wasn't that Renly was unmoved, it was just that Renly disguised better. Under the mask of calm and self-restraint, the scars that were riddled with holes were never shown, and he just straightened his back and strutted.

Vanity Fair is like this, showing the bright side in front of everyone, and then transforming those faces and figures into enviable templates of happiness, but never showing the dark side behind the light, even Those wounds and scars were all covered up, and the souls lost themselves on the road to fame.

The scene in front of him was really cruel.

Especially those staff who questioned Renly's calmness, Yu Xin couldn't bear to look away; but even if they avoided their eyes, the repressed silence at the scene, the silence without any crying, slowly penetrated, and the expression The grieving struggle and dullness are so vividly outlined that it makes one almost breathless and doesn't even know what language to use to express their feelings.

People saw that Renly, who was in a rage, lost control and beat Diesel severely; but people didn't see that Renly, who was calm, was suffering from the pain of his friend still in a coma. For some things, seeing is not necessarily believing; and for some things, the truth that people know is only one side of the whole picture.

However, they don't know what to do?

Should they put Renly down? Then all the collapse of Renly will really unfold before everyone.

Should they keep Renly hanging? Then Renly suffered all the pain alone and alone.

Should they turn a blind eye? Should they come forward to comfort them? Should they be okay? Should they express concern? Or should I turn around and leave, leaving a space of my own for Renly?

After thinking about it, there is no correct answer. Only then did they understand that even themselves, as a bystander, were at a loss at this moment, let alone Ren Li who was in the middle of it? Even if they exhausted all their imaginations, the bystanders who had not really experienced it would still not be able to fully empathize with them. Their comfort and sympathy were just another innocuous injury.

In Studio No. 18, all work was suspended, and everyone kept their original postures in silence, standing or sitting, and the group fell into silence, full of bitterness, but could not find an accurate way of describing.

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Christopher's eyes couldn't help but get wet, and he tried to say something several times, but he closed his mouth in the end, turned his head to look at his wife who was wiping her tears, and silently took his wife into his arms, the two of them each other. The warmth of the hug calmed down a little.

"Did we do something wrong?" Christopher whispered in his wife's ear.

Shouldn't they be in such a hurry to reopen? No matter how much Thomas Tull urges them, they can take things down without pressure or rush; in the scene just now, Christopher could clearly feel the shock that burst out from the inside out, People can't help clapping their hands and applauding wonderfully, but hidden behind the performance is the truth that is unbearable to explore.

Emma Thomas patted her husband's back lightly and reassured softly, "Don't worry, Renly knows what he's doing." After a short pause, "Maybe, he just needs to vent; he just needs a little time. "

Christopher didn't say anything more, just sighed.

With a sigh, he raised his eyes again and looked at the little figure hanging in the hypercube. At this time, when he recalled the ins and outs of the scene just now, his mood suddenly became mixed, which was really indescribable.

Two working technicians standing on the side of the studio. They were responsible for pulling Weiya and controlling Renly's every move in mid-air. The sudden accident made them a little overwhelmed, and they didn't know if they should put Renly down. ; but was given no further instructions and ended up trying to maintain the status quo.

Looking up at Renly who was alone and helpless, the two technicians were also heartbroken. The sigh and helplessness between their eyes could be conveyed without words.

After an unknown amount of time, Renly's voice came from the radio again, "Sorry! Can you put me down first? I need to take care of myself again." There was a hint of instability in the nasal voice. The fragility of her, and the end sound was a little trembling, but after all, she maintained the overall state, did not collapse again, and expressed her wishes with a relatively calm attitude.

It didn't cover up, didn't take the initiative to mention it, but expressed the idea in a direct and roundabout way, which finally lifted the magic in Studio No. 18, everyone started to move again, panicked. Overwhelmed, even more chaotic than Renly, who was the client.

After the two Via technicians got Christopher's consent, they slowly put Renly on the ground.

Renly just stood there, without any special movement, waiting for the two technicians to come over and untie the Wia for himself; then he waited for the staff to come and take off his space suit and helmet for himself.

The whole process was very long and lasted for nearly ten minutes. The technicians and staff seemed a little nervous, clumsy, and the movement of disengaging was never quickened; but Renly was not panic and irritable, and just stood there quietly, He calmly showed his embarrassment and embarrassment in front of everyone.

That bright and dignified appearance, on the contrary, the gossip who cast a curious look at him couldn't help but turn shy, and shyly looked away, daring to face Ren Li's face and eyes.

Now Renly looks very haggard, with red and swollen eyes, sloppy beard, pale complexion and gloomy eyebrows, wet hair that looks extremely messy, and the quick-drying underwear has long been soaked with sweat, that kind of exhaustion. He was helpless slowly flowing from the depths of his heart; but Renly still straightened his back, opened his shoulders, and stood there calmly and calmly, waiting for the staff to complete their work, revealing a faint sense of strength.

After Wia and the space suit were all taken off, Renly nodded to Christopher again, and then took a step, turned and walked towards the bathroom step by step.

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, looking at himself with a pale face, Ren Li gently twitched the corners of his mouth, but then drooped weakly.

He knows that his current state is very bad, and his messy mind can't be controlled at all. Just standing in front of the mirror, his thoughts begin to scatter, and the helplessness and confusion that are dazed are hitting his mental defense line all the time. A little carelessness can lead to a complete collapse.

Just like just now.

But he had to tell himself that it wasn't going to help him, he needed to cheer up, he needed to have faith, and if even he didn't believe that Paul could wake up, who else could? He needs to be like Paul, standing firmly behind him all the time, never flinching even against the world.

He needs to cheer up because it's a battle between death and fate, and his vulnerability and cowardice will only make the fight harder.

Although this is not an easy task, as long as you calm down a little, the image of Paul lying on the hospital bed can't help but reappear in your mind. , The position where the waist and thighs were bound by Weiya began to hurt again, and the bruises that had not completely dissipated seemed to be throbbing again.

But this is a non-negotiable matter. He has to cheer up! He must be strong! He must believe!

This is a promise he owes Paul.

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