Superstar

Life should be born to embrace freedom. No one can restrain the broad wings and imprison life in a cage. nobody.

Watching the show crew manipulate and Meryl replace Lauren to become Truman’s partner, and even use Truman’s filial piety to his mother to prevent him from pursuing his true happiness; watching the show crew play with Truman’s miss and admiration for his father , Let "father" repeatedly become the demon and fetters that prevented Trumen from leaving the Paradise Island; watching the show crew use Trumen's trust in Ma Long, so that the so-called friendship became a harm to Trumen and deceive Trumen. Tools; watching the show crew manipulating a false tsunami, pretending to be God, and devouring Truman’s life one wave after another...

That unspeakable anger surged, causing Leonardo’s muscles to tighten, watching Christopher, who pretends to be God, frantically trying to kill a living life, just to complete it. A variety show, that kind of entertainment to death fear and coldness swept through one after another chills, so Leonardo could not breathe.

Truman, lying motionless on the bow of the ship, seemed to be freed from his vitality bit by bit. There was a shock that was difficult to express, and a stormy sea was thrown in his heart. Therefore, when Truman moved lightly and began to suffer in pain, Leonardo could no longer hold back the vitality that represented freedom to survive, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was lightly outlined in this way.

Truman did it, and he survived Christopher's self-proclaimed God's stormy sea!

Truman prostrated on the bow of the boat, vomiting constantly, as if he was about to vomit out all his internal organs, his amber eyes became blurred, and in a daze, Chu Men untied the cable that was tied to him. , And then stumbled and fumbled around. He couldn't even stand up anymore. Just when he stood up, his legs were soft and he fell into the cabin, his forehead slammed into the deck, and the focus of his eyes that had just gathered began to loosen again. Open.

But even so, Truman still didn't give up. He fumbled again and tried to stand up, then he found the mast cable and pulled the sail again little by little. That pale face without any **** color seemed to dissipate in the sea breeze at any time, but Truman clenched his teeth tightly, one after another, even though his hands were trembling slightly, as if a little more power would let you His whole body collapsed, but he managed to pull the sail again with all his strength.

The persistent stubbornness gleamed in the fragile pupils. Leonardo didn’t realize it himself, but his cheeks were already wet with tears, but he couldn’t wipe the tears. He couldn’t even move a finger. He could only open his mouth slightly and watch the last bit of exhaustion. Truman, whose strength was struggling, let his emotions slowly penetrate.

The sail was finally pulled up, and the boat set sail again. Truman sat on the bow of the boat, raised his head slightly, letting the sea breeze blow on his face. The scars and bruises on his face did not stop the slightly raised smile at the corner of his mouth, and the shining eyes flashed like never before. His happiness and joy, as if spreading out his arms, would be able to embrace freedom.

Even if you don't need any language, you can easily touch every soul who desires freedom.

The boat was heading towards the endless horizon, and the blue sky and white clouds at the far end seemed endless, but at this moment, the sailboat seemed to hit something, and there was a loud noise. The strong resistance made the unprepared Truman go straight towards it. Before he fell down, the boat stopped unexpectedly. Truman looked around blankly, the blue sky and white clouds in front of him seemed a little strange. He climbed to the stern of the boat with hands and feet, and then saw the strange scene.

The mast in front of the sailing boat actually penetrated a big hole directly in the middle of the blue sky and white clouds in front of him. The **** hole didn't seem to match the surrounding blue sky and white clouds. Truman stood on the mast, looking at the blue patch close at hand, his face full of confusion, his breathing couldn't help slowing down, and he looked around blankly, as if he didn't know what he should do.

Finally, Truman hesitated to stretch out his right hand and stretched out his hand towards the blue patch, but the closer he got, the slower his speed, and his fingertips began to tremble violently. There was almost no way to control it, and his palm was just blue. It stopped right in front. Truman carefully looked at the shadow cast by his palm on the blue patch, his eyes began to tremble slightly, and then his right hand slowly, slowly and lightly touched the blue patch.

This is not a fantasy. The rough touch was so real, so hard, and so steadfast that Truman felt an unprecedented reality. He couldn't help but closed his eyes, made a soft ***, and then his right hand moved slowly. Rubbing the "blue sky" in front of him, he realized that it was not a blue sky at all, but...but... Truman opened his eyes again, raised his head and looked at this perfect blue sky and white clouds, but this is fundamental It's not the real sky, it's just a wooden wall.

It's just a wooden wall?

There was an incredible expression in Truman’s amber pupils, as if the whole world was beginning to fall apart. He shook his head gently, unable to believe his own judgment, then his right hand tightened, clenched into a fist, and knocked lightly. Two blows, so hard and so solid—the complete wooden wall, the dull sound almost banged on Truman's heart like a hammer.

The fist punched harder and harder, and even Chumen rushed forward and hit the wooden wall with his right shoulder, once, again, and again... I just hoped to break the bondage, punch To the outside world. But all the efforts were in vain. Truman's impact became weaker and weaker, and his whole body slowly knelt down on the stern deck, his face full of despair, as if all the light in the world had dimmed.

But Truman still stubbornly kept hitting the wooden wall in front of him with his right hand, his strength was getting weaker, but he was always reluctant to give up. The walls, those helpless and blank eyes were filled with tears, the surging despair almost squeezed the last trace of strength in his body. He didn't even have the strength to shout, even the strength to cry, but even In this way, the palm of his right hand was still tapping the wall gently and slowly, as if waiting for someone to hear his call for help, and someone to take him out of the shackles.

Leonardo gritted his teeth in embarrassment, all his muscles were curled up, and torrential tears were constantly venting, almost making him unable to breathe, even if he breathed with his mouth wide open, the air in his lungs is still getting more and more. few. All emotions burst out at this moment. Seeing the despair on Truman’s face, Leonardo wanted to open his mouth and yell. He wanted to step forward to help Truman. He wanted to get rid of the chains on his body, but he couldn’t move, that kind of fear, that kind of sadness. , That kind of despair made Leonardo sit stiffly on the spot like a mummy, letting his tears burst.

Tom Cruise has also completely collapsed. The hot tears caught him off guard. He was embarrassed to look down for a tissue, but he was unwilling to let his eyes leave the big screen. He longed for Truman to go out. Desire more than anyone. Between the conflicts and entanglements, he could only stare at the big screen stupidly, letting his tears destroy all the lines of defense in his heart.

Trumen seemed to be exhausted, and slowly slipped down from the mast at the stern, and then he found a narrow path along the edge of the wooden wall. His feet quickly stepped on the ground, looking at the endless trail in front of him, he didn't know where the end here would point, but his desperate eyes were once again filled with hope and the light released from his pupils. Light up the whole face.

Truman took a step forward, one step after another.

Truman looked at the blue sky above his head in amazement, the world he had lived in for thirty years, and all the familiar blue sky, white clouds and the sea were so unfamiliar at this time. His steps were getting faster and faster, and he was timid. There were hesitant steps in it, but with each landing, it gradually became firmer.

Then Truman saw a staircase in front of him, but a dozen steps, like a staircase leading to heaven. Truman stepped on the steps cautiously, and every step was so heavy and full of countless fears. He didn't know what he was going to face, he didn't know whether he could go to the outside world, if he really succeeded, what would the outside world look like?

That kind of unknown fear made Truman's steps heavier than ever, but he still walked step by step, firmly walking to the platform on the stairs, and then he found a door hidden on the wooden wall with blue sky and white clouds.

Without waiting for Truman’s reaction, the door opened directly, causing Truman to step back in shock. Then the white clouds above his head disappeared, revealing the appearance of the sun, and a voice sounded in the sky like a god, "Trumen .You can talk, I can hear you. "It's Christopher!

Truman looked at the sky above his head with a mixed expression, but his eyes flashed with determination, "Who are you?"

Christopher opened his mouth to Truman~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I am a creator and created a highly anticipated TV show. "

There was a daze in Truman's vision, "Then who am I?"

"You are the star of this show!" Christopher said excitedly.

Truman nodded his chin slightly, but a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Everything is fake?" The light in those amber eyes was so real and fragile.

"You, it's true! That's why so many people look at you." Christopher said emotionally, but Truman shook his chin slightly, pressed his lips hard, and turned around without any hesitation. Christopher said hurriedly. Then, "Listen to me, Truman, the outside world is as false as the world I gave you. The same lies, the same fraud, but in my world, you don’t have to be afraid of anything. I know you better than you Own."

Truman was unwilling to turn around, and shook his head irritably, "But you can't install a camera in my brain."

"You are very scared, so you can't go." Christopher said softly. Truman's back was so stiff at the door, motionless, as if he couldn't even move a finger.