My Healing Game

No matter how good a person's acting skills are, there is a person in the world that he will never be able to deceive, and that is himself.

Used to pretending to be happy, that kind of optimism will be like a coat, as if it will become normal only when you wear it, and dare to leave the house and enter the crowd.

The young man was surprised at what Han Fei said, and he felt that he was talking about himself.

As a well-known comedian, he is always so happy in public, but no one knows that he amused all the audience, but he could not make himself laugh.

"Have you seen the contents of my phone before?"

Han Fei knew what the young man was talking about, and he nodded.

Seeing Han Fei's admission, the young man was relieved instead. It seemed that he had acted for a long time. When he was exhausted physically and mentally, the director finally informed that he would no longer need to act again: "A comedian who brings happiness, but he thinks many times in the middle of the night. It's really ironic to leave."

The young man looked at the medicine bottle on the desk before he could put it away. He no longer wanted to hide anything in front of Han Fei. It was a very strange feeling, as if the stranger who suddenly visited him had the same experience as him. , They are the same as the same people.

The two people in the house did not speak again until sorrow and joy sounded outside the house, and the cold wind blew into the house along the half-opened window.

The young man shuddered, but he still did not close the window, but looked at the night sky outside, as if the boy who had already left was greeting him there.

"I have a doubt, I don't know if I should ask?" Han Fei looked at the comedian who was similar to his own.

"you say."

"You have successfully owned everything in your dreams and fulfilled all your wishes. Why can't you laugh?" Han Fei is really curious. The 4064 comedian is like another himself, one who has not been exposed to "Perfect Life" , And finally rely on hard work to realize the dream of myself.

"I lost my smile when I was very young. I think smile is the most precious thing in the world, so I want more people to smile. Seeing their smiling faces, maybe I can also find my own smile. I did think so at the beginning." The young man slowly adjusted his emotions: "But it doesn't seem to be the case. I have done group performances for a long time. I have no outstanding appearance and no background. I think To stand out among the many competitors, I have to work harder. I have tried a lot of funny methods, but people don’t laugh. They seem to see through my essence. I am a boring person in my bones."

"Then how did you get angry?"

"Because of an accident, it was a performance accident. The props made a mistake. The size of the set stage seven meters above the ground was wrong. I followed the script strictly. As a result, I took a half step back. It fell down at a height of seven meters. Because of the safety rope, there was only a slight bump, but the feeling that people suddenly disappeared after reciting the lines seriously was really dramatic. I was swaying in the air with the safety rope. After a long time, it should be the first time someone watched my performance and laughed involuntarily."

Looking at the movie posters on the wall, the smile on the young man's face was a little stiff.

"The audience is not malicious. I know this very well, so I thought it was good to be a tearful clown. I comforted myself psychologically, but then I became more anxious, thinking about new laughs every night, and gradually I started to have insomnia. It seemed that someone had pressed a switch in my mind, and I suddenly felt that the world was covered with a gray gauze late at night." The young man has become accustomed to smiling in front of outsiders, his face Muscle remembered the smile, so he didn't have to be happy at all, he would still smile.

"Perhaps if you were a horror film actor in the first place."

Han Fei sincerely suggested the other party, but the young man shook his head. He was as stubborn as Han Fei in some respects: "I didn't want to be an actor to act in comedy. I just work hard because I like to see smiles. To become a comedian."

During the conversation, the young man’s cell phone vibrated again. The group friends in the happy community did not chat in the group. They seemed unwilling to turn the group chat into a place to vent bad emotions, but would ask young men in private. .

The cold light of the phone screen reflected the young man's face, and he patiently responded to the messages of his group of friends.

Han Fei stood by and watched the young man, as if standing in front of a mirror, looking at himself in the mirror.

Under the guidance of the previous manager, Han Fei became the manager of Building No. 1 of Xingfu Community and inherited the manager account.

He may lose his life at any time, and he is also doing his best to redeem the residents in the happy community.

The deep world is always shrouded by night, and in the boundless darkness, Han Fei is like a humble firefly.

"Sorry, there is more information today." After the young man apologized to Han Fei, he began to reply again.

Perhaps many people think that he is doing meaningless things, but he knows that it is the people in the world who insist on doing these meaningless things, and many people who almost choose to leave will change their minds.

It's not about right or wrong, nor is it hypocritical.

They just understand a truth because they are experiencing one thing constantly.

Some people, you have actually seen the last time, but you haven't noticed it yet.

Twenty minutes after the young man returned the message, he was very sincere to every group of friends, without any impatience. He seemed to use all the words he saved in reality to chat with group friends. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Most of the group chats in the happy community are patients. They hide in a corner of the world, relying on the remaining warmth of each other to spend the winter of their hearts. All I can do is help them keep this home well. "

"Do you always use this reason to persuade yourself to live seriously?" Han Fei's words were not gentle. This was the first time he spoke to a "ghost" in the deep world in such a tone.

"The reason to live?" The young man shook his head: "I am not afraid of death, and I don't need a reason to live."

"Death is not terrible. The terrible thing is that you are ready to leave before you have lived well. If you miss something, you will really miss it. You will never come back again. There is no chance to regret it." Han Fei looked at the man, he seemed to be persuading the comedian, and he seemed to be talking to his past self.

He has never had such an opportunity, an opportunity to face his soul and face his heart.

Regarding the question of whether "Perfect Life" is a healing game, Han Fei initially thought he had found the answer, but now he has changed his mind.