The Greatest Showman

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"Drink." Ren Li suddenly gasped, as if a vampire who had been revived from the dead sat up straight, the voice in his throat was almost inaudible, "Go away..." Only a faint voice remained, but His hands and feet were extremely powerful, and he frantically started to hit any approaching objects, and the powerful indiscriminate attack made everyone shy away.

Jose was so frightened that his butt was urinating, his eyes were severely smashed, and he was scrambling to escape. Together, the whole house is a mess, like an Asura hell. The coffins parked around were silent, and at this moment, they were not helpful.

Matthew was punched hard in the cheek, but he didn't care about himself at all, he grabbed Renly's arm firmly with both hands, trying to calm Renly down, but to no avail, the indiscriminate attack was still mixed with thunder The momentum came, "Renly!" Matthew exhausted the last ounce of strength in his body and roared at Renly with all his might.

The powerful breath vibrated in the air, and Ren Li's movements suddenly stopped. He stared at Matthew in a daze, breathing in the fresh and cold air greedily and eagerly. So much so that he choked on himself, and began to cough violently. He coughed for so long that he couldn't stop at all, as if he was about to cough out his lungs.

Matthew looked left and right, trying to pass the mineral water over. He didn't want to, Renly's pupils shrank suddenly, he stepped back subconsciously, and his hands went into a state of alert again conditioned reflex, and any objects that approached would enter the attack range. . Matthew could only raise his hands to show his innocence, and then stopped, which made Renly's attack slowly stop.

"Cough cough." Lan Li coughed dryly again, finally regaining his breath, and unconsciously began to look around, his absent-minded eyes trying to find a focus, but unfortunately failed, a gleam of light slowly in the dark brown eyes The room lit up, but before it had time to fully light up, he closed his eyes and lay down again, as if the last ounce of strength had been exhausted, and all the breath was silent.

Matthew froze in place, and suddenly began to feel overwhelmed, looking at Renly up and down, trying to confirm what happened, but there was no clue at all in the mess in front of him, "Renly? Renly? What's wrong with you? Are you all right? Renly?" He even reached out and shook Renly twice, eager for a response.

"It was so noisy." Renly closed his eyes slowly, his right hand was lifted feebly, and finally drooped down, "It's always so noisy, can't you see that I'm exhausted and exhausted now, and I need to Would you like a good rest?"

Matthew was stunned for a while, then finally laughed dumbly, shook his head gently, and seemed helpless. This was Renly, the Renly he knew best, the Renly who had returned to normal. The high-hanging heart fell heavily back into the chest cavity, and then let out a long breath. At this time, Matthew discovered that his back was already soaked with sweat, and his body was actually a little weak.

Turning his head, Matthew said to Rodrigo, "I think we need a doctor and some food."

Rodrigo was completely stunned. He didn't know how to react. Matthew had to repeat the request again, and then he nodded, "I'll do it now." These are the producers. However, in the small crew of independent films, Rodrigo is also the director and producer, so naturally he is not so particular about it.

Matthew's gaze fell on Renly again. Although Renly closed his eyes tightly, his slightly undulating chest showed that he was breathing, "You're a lunatic, you know?"

The corners of Renly's mouth drew a shallow arc, but then calmed down because he was too tired, "Thanks for the compliment."

For eight hours, Renly was worried that he would fall asleep peacefully, but the reality was that these eight hours had become a near-death nightmare. In absolute darkness and absolute silence, fear is like gangrene, slowly swallowing up vitality and hope. From a certain moment, he really thought his life was coming to an end. He thought that Death had found him for the second time, and really thought that he would be buried alive in a wooden box in the desert.

The deep-rooted despair makes the language boring and powerless. Even if he has experienced a death once, even if he has had two lives, he still cannot easily face it. The darkness slowly eroded the vitality, hope was smothered bit by bit, despair spread slowly from the angle, the biting coldness of the death scythe made every pore really feel it. The harder the struggle, the heavier the disappointment; the more violent the resistance, the more cruel the despair.

Imagination is always too pale. Only by experiencing it can we understand the taste of it. Bystanders are always just bystanders.

When I watched movies about survival in desperate conditions like "127 Hours" and "Buried Alive", I was filled with entanglement and excitement, and even a kind of torture that I felt personally; , Such despair, words can't describe at all, and bystanders can't understand it at all.

More importantly, different people experience the same fears and taste them differently. He believes that, at the height of desperation, Aaron Roston of "127 Hours", Paul Conroy of "Buried Alive", and himself, all had different images in their minds.

He knows that his attempt is crazy, it's just a wild dance on the tip of the knife, and if he is not careful, he will burn himself in flames, and he may have his second life.

His life was ruined, and it was simply a model of self-inflicted sin and inability to live; but he did not regret it, and if he did it again, he would still make the same choice.

Because he felt it, felt the fear and cruelty of being buried alive, felt the despair and anger waiting for his own death, and felt the unwillingness, regret, helplessness and grievance in Paul's heart. The sense of tearing that blurred the boundaries between reality and fantasy seemed to tear his soul in half. The pain was so extreme that he couldn't even make a sound, but it gave him a real experience of being in the Jedi.

He needs this kind of experience, otherwise, his performances will always be upright, precise, restrained, and repressive. He honestly follows the framework model instilled by the acting school, and uses his own simulation and speculation to interpret the emotions of the characters. However, such a performance lacks a trace of soul, a trace of soul that belongs to him and the character, a trace of soul that gives the character a sense of reality and uniqueness, a trace of soul that wanders between the virtual and the indistinguishable.

However, these are all things later.

After escaping from the dead - even if it was just an experiment, even if all this was arranged by himself, the exhaustion was still surging like a tide, and his physical strength was completely exhausted, which was even worse than surfing for three hours. Exhausted; his energy was completely drained, and he didn't even want to think about where he was now. he

I just want to sleep well, breathe the air well, and enjoy life well.

Deeply, he fell into a deep sleep like this, and the world became quiet again, but this time, the world was bright, warm, and safe.

Renly was woken up by Matthew. He rolled over, covered his head with the quilt, and refused to answer, but Matthew didn't know how to give up at all. He simply brought a cup of coffee to the bed and began to taste it slowly. When he got up, the fragrant coffee smell filled the room in an instant, and Renly's stomach began to growl in disappointment.

His eyelids were still too heavy to open, he just wanted to sleep until the end of the world, but the aroma of the coffee woke all the greedy worms in his stomach, grumbled, and his stomach began to protest again. Matthew's solemn voice came from his ear, "If Elizabeth hears it, she will probably reprimand you for being rude again, and Edith will be very happy to get down."

Aristocratic life requires restraint and repression. Even if you are hungry, you can't make a sound. This is the basic etiquette.

Renly choked his head with the pillow, but he couldn't hold back after all. He raised his hand and threw the pillow out, in the direction of Matthew's voice. However, I also knew that it must not have been thrown, the pillow hit the door panel, and fell to the ground in a dull manner, without splashing at all.

"If you get up now, the steak is just right and the freshest. I can ask the waiter to move to the room." Matthew continued to tempt/seduce.

Renly finally sat up, eyes still closed, and sighed softly, "Charles, you know I need to rest."

Charles, that's Matthew's middle name, as only his father would call him, rigid and rigid. Every time Renly tried to taunt him, he shouted, and Matthew rolled his eyes speechlessly, "I also know that you need a meal, and your stomach doesn't lie."

His shoulders drooped down, and he let out a long breath, "Okay, I'll just reluctantly eat a little."

"It seems that your sleeping habit has not changed." Matthew walked to the door of the bedroom and made a gesture to the waiters outside, and then they walked in with dinner. Although this is only a three-star hotel and the service is not thoughtful enough, there is no problem with such basic service.

Renly still didn't open his eyes, and stretched greatly, "It seems that your habit of talking too much has not changed. Is this a genetic problem?" In the second half of the sentence, Matthew's father also scolded went in, which made Matthew chuckle.

The aroma of the food wafted under his nose, and Renly finally couldn't help opening his eyes. Through his hazy vision, he saw a fresh steak, a starch mashed potato, some scalded broccoli, and a simple Caesar Salad. "After I finally survived, I have to eat such terrible food. I suddenly feel that there is no hope in life." Even so, he still picked up the knife and fork in both hands and was ready to start eating.

The waiter and Rodrigo, who was standing at the door, were at a loss, but Matthew couldn't help laughing beside him.

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