415 Excessive Force

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A lifesaver.

The doctor in front of you is the only life-saving straw. He knows that the doctor is a liar, and everything will be fine if he deceives him, and he can still look forward to the future by deceiving him, and deceiving him is not as serious as he imagined, but...what if?

What if.

The desire to survive began to burn in his eyes, calm, but hidden undercurrents, "But I will get better."

He heard his own voice and tried to remain calm, but there was an uncontrollable trembling, although he himself didn't understand what this sentence meant or what he was facing. Now that he's in the hospital, the only way out of this mess is: Get well, right?

Andrew had to raise his head, and then saw the pair of wooden eyes, as deep as the vast night sky, but could not see the slightest light. He searched hard, but couldn't catch the breath of any life, the grand and majestic nothingness, terrifyingly empty, as if... as if he was killing the soul with his own hands.

This made his words choked, twirling on the tip of his tongue, Yu Xin couldn't bear to avoid his eyes again, but out of the corner of his eyes he could see the fragile shoulders, the tight muscles, the confusion that burst out from all over his body, Surprised, dazed and angry, silent, yet pierced through clouds and cracks.

He's delivering a man's death sentence.

"Right?" Andrew didn't speak, so Adam spoke again, his voice was very calm, even too calm, like a glacier under the ground, there was not even a slight breeze, that gentle voice was so light, It seems to be broken when touched, even a little bit of force is unbearable.

Andrew's heart couldn't help but contract, as if the rope of hope was in his hand. With a little force, the rope would be cut directly, and then he watched helplessly as he fell into the endless darkness. This made Andrew's words stuck in his throat, as if he had swallowed a big mouthful of sand, and it was so jerky that it hurt.

He avoided his eyes and pretended to write something on the report, only to find that the action made no sense at all, and he could only raise his hands uncomfortably, "If you want to talk to someone... Our hospital has some excellent Social workers and psychologists, who are experts in counseling, can provide some help."

The doctor avoided his gaze again, the doctor avoided the topic again, and the doctor avoided contact again.

He finally understood, that's what happened. As a result, the shoulders regained strength, but failed, sitting in the same place with a blank face, the brain stopped spinning, the blood stopped flowing, and even the breathing stopped.

Time, at this moment, stopped just like that, as if a colorful butterfly had stopped on the fingertips, and then time pulled away the colors little by little, and finally painted in black and white, which is heartbreaking.

"Card!"

Jonathan's rough voice rang out on the set, and his throat was so hard that he almost coughed. He stood up and wanted to say something, but his mouth was full of bitterness and he couldn't make a sound. He had to open his mouth and breathe heavily, and the breathless depression and despair permeated the entire set.

It's not sadness, it's not pain, he doesn't want to cry in the slightest, but it's just dull, so dull that it makes people panic, and it makes people want to run away, just to turn around and get out of here to breathe some fresh air, as if with his own eyes I watched the color world degenerate into a black and white space, beating my chest, covering my mouth and nose, making a muffled sound, unable to move, but my chest was burning hot.

Want to do something, but don't know how.

Until this moment, Jonathan really felt: what is cancer.

When standing in the position of a bystander, people always have the illusion that it is just so-and-so, so why make a fuss:

It's just a foul language, no knife or gun; it's just a text message, and no personal injury; it's just a failure, not the end of the world; it's just cancer, not an instant death.

Because this happened to other people, I never felt the same way. I always guessed the feelings of others with my own thoughts, and then I thought, "This is no big deal. If it happened to me, it would definitely not be like this." As a result, people like to stand on the commanding heights, speak condescendingly, and give their sympathy and criticism.

The same goes for cancer.

Everyone knows that cancer is terrible, but after 30 years of development, cancer is no longer incurable. When you learn that other people have cancer, you will feel heavy and sad, but after all No pain in the skin. Even the closest friends, the closest lovers, the dearest relatives, are no exception.

Because that's not true.

But just now, at this very moment, Jonathan really felt the shock of "cancer".

That is cancer, a cancer that is enough to destroy a person's life. Even if there are relatively effective control drugs now, even if a small number of people have been cured, it is still cancer, and it represents the cancer of the scythe of death. The real touch makes the blood cold and cold, as if you can clearly see the whole world falling apart.

Even Jonathan, who was standing behind the monitor, couldn't bear it, let alone Andrew, who played the opposite role?

Jonathan turned around, and then saw that everyone in the crew looked away, pretending to look elsewhere, but there was a sense of silence in the calm and peaceful atmosphere.

The sourness that cannot be vented out. Even Will is no exception.

Originally, Jonathan also wanted to ask Will, what was his mental activity at that time? Did Renly's performance live up to expectations? But now, Will's actions are the best answer. There is no need to ask questions, and Jonathan can feel the fluctuations in his heart from Will's complicated expression.

So, Jonathan withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Renly, cleared his throat, and said in a loud voice, "Let's shoot from another angle." This means that he passed the one shot just now. .

"Wait." However, Renly stopped the crew from moving forward, which made everyone's eyes fall on Renly.

Renly was now sitting in the chair, motionless, as if he had lost control of his body.

In the short scene just now, his emotions were so turbulent that he could hardly breathe. The sense of reality breaking through time and space was so real that all the situations were out of control.

He knew that at that moment, he was not Adam, he was Chu Jiashu.

The nightmare has invaded again, and the long ten years are still like toxins, deeply ingrained in the depths of the soul, and have never disappeared. There is no freedom, no hope, no sunshine, no darkness, no despair, no sadness, and he doesn't even have the courage to cut himself off. Poor, sad, but also ridiculous.

Even though Jonathan interrupted the shooting and interrupted his thoughts, he still couldn't get rid of the coldness that went deep into his bones. He kept telling himself that he was not Chu Jiashu, he had won a new life, he had gotten rid of the entanglement of nightmares, but his muscles It was still terribly stiff, and almost lost its senses.

Finally, his fingers moved slightly, which made him let out a long sigh of relief. The reality of reality made the blood warm again, and he felt his limbs again.

"Can I go back and watch the performance just now?" Renly's voice was hoarse and a little deep. It sounded very calm, but it concealed too many emotions, making it impossible to distinguish.

Jonathan looked at Seth, he didn't quite understand the meaning of this request-for comedy, they don't pick up the details of the performance, but more control the rhythm of the performance. So, if the rhythm is right on set, then there's no problem, Jonathan rarely watches replays.

After receiving an affirmative answer from Seth, Jonathan shrugged in the affirmative, "Why not?"

Renly didn't stand up immediately, he seemed to be adjusting to his body, this familiar and unfamiliar feeling, as if he had to start breathing again after drowning, and he had to take a big mouthful of breathing on his own, as if he had forgotten how to breathe through his nose.

After a while, Renly stood up, slightly warmed blood flowing in his limbs, but still did not completely relieve the stiffness of his muscles, which made his movements a little clumsy, like a robot.

Under the puzzled eyes of Jonathan, Seth, and others, Renly walked behind the monitor and started watching the replay of the performance just now.

In fact, this performance is not long, it is only 70 seconds from beginning to end, and this is not a one-shot long shot. Jonathan arranged four cameras to capture different angles and different depths of field. Supplementary shooting of close-ups and close-ups to complete the entire seventy-second plot segment.

The replay ends quickly.

Jonathan couldn't help raising his eyebrows again, even if he watched it again, he still felt extremely shocked. The delicate performance that goes deep into the bone marrow has a strong ability to explain and explain, and does not require too much interpretation at all. The plot of the story is already in front of you. This performance foundation is indeed impressive.

Moreover, it is worth mentioning that Renly also interspersed some small humor in the performance, such as, "Did you speak English just now?" Lines like this are actually often used in comedies to ridicule each other. It's too professional, and sometimes it's used to laugh at otaku who likes superhero comics; let's say the self-deprecating smile and the dazed eyes, such little details are really great!

Jonathan really liked the performance just now, the style was a little dramatic, but just right.

"No, I don't like it." However, Renly's words came from his ears, and Jonathan's smile couldn't help stiffening. He frowned and looked at Renly in surprise, "What?"

Jonathan thought he was hallucinating.

Unexpectedly, Renly shook his head again and said decisively, "This performance is too bad."

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