Movie Master

Emma stood there numbly, a chill ran up from the soles of her feet, her scalp began to tingle, and a series of goosebumps appeared on the surface of her skin. She wanted to shiver, but couldn't, so that she was wrapped in The muscles under the skin began to stiffen slightly, and she was like a mummy, sending out various instructions in her mind, but her body did not respond at all, like a mud cow falling into the sea, without any news.

Looking at Lance who was standing not far away, it was only seven or eight steps away, but it seemed that two worlds were separated, one bright and the other dark, one cold and the other extremely cold.

Lance stood in the shadows, the shadow of the caravan was reflected on the ground, covering his slender figure tightly like a cloak, and a piece of cold blue moonlight floated faintly above his head, but he still couldn't Falling on the tough shoulder line, between the blurred light, it seems that the whole person will completely merge with the darkness at any time. The indistinct thin light made the hazy shadow even more desolate, like a dark hell, slowly eating away the flame of the soul bit by bit.

Emma is a child, but not a child. She is only fifteen years old this year, and she has only been in Hollywood for less than a year. Unconsciously exploring this magical and bright Vanity Fair, wandering and groping for this piece of land shrouded in spotlights, she embraces the beautiful dream of an actor, and rampages without hesitation; she longs to light up the stage with her talent She gritted her teeth and ran wildly; she expected to leave her name in the great moment of film history, and she gave it a go without any scruples.

She stood in the darkness before the rising sun of the City of Angels, groping step by step.

She saw those newcomers who had the same dreams as her, and they did everything they could to win a performance; she saw those dreams fade away, but they were still unwilling to give up, doing worthless jobs just to stay here The edge of Vanity Fair; she saw countless brilliant geniuses being shattered by the brutal and rude collision of the media, and then retreated into the darkness...

She originally thought that she had seen the truth in this flashy and prosperous world, but she didn't know that only by really standing on this stage can she see clearly the scenery in front of her and the darkness behind her.

The green onions of the years made it impossible for her to touch the cruelty and coldness hidden behind the heavy curtain. Suddenly, the strong smell of blood rushed to her face. She didn't even have time to distinguish what was going on, and then witnessed it with her own eyes. That violent and cruel process.

At that moment just now, Emma suddenly had an absurd illusion. The heavy scarlet curtain on the stage seemed... as if it was infused with blood.

Lance not only betrayed the privacy of Tom and Penelope, he even revealed his own life and emotions, turning everything into cold chips on the negotiating table, measuring all values ​​with rigid numbers, The icy coldness in the understatement and the decisiveness in the easy and freehand brushwork made Emma unable to react at all, as if her heart had been hit hard once, and her breathing stopped in an instant.

She used to think that he was a good man, pure and kind... She used to think that he was a wit, a talent with amazing talent... She used to think that he was a stranger, a gentleman and a polite stranger... But, standing in front of her But he is a businessman, a businessman who is desperate for profit; a bastard, a bastard who will do anything for his purpose.

Emma stood in place, stood there in a daze, held her breath, and looked at Lance motionlessly, that man who was close at hand but seemed like the end of the world.

The boundless darkness slowly spread in his sight, as if the diffuse black mist bound his feet firmly, the violent night wind blew up his jacket and T-shirt, and the flapping hem seemed to be lost in the sky The kite under control, but its tall and straight spine stood firmly in place, proudly supporting the trembling kite, resolutely not moving in the strong wind, but the raging wind became more and more noisy, as if at any time, it seemed that the sight in front of it could be blown away. The people swept away, the string tightly held in their hands trembled crazily, as if it would be completely torn off in the next second, and then the kite would disappear into the vast night, never to be found again.

The man just stood there quietly, raised his head calmly, did not raise his chin or retract his jaw, did not smile or show majesty, there was a faint smile hidden on his bland cheeks, just like Nothing that happened was worth mentioning - even if someone else found out. Those eyes shining like stars were blocked by slightly lowered eyelids, like the North Star whose track was blocked by clouds, faintly disappearing in this pitch-black curtain.

Even though the wind is raging, even if the night is like fog, even if the secret is exposed...but he still stands calmly and peacefully, standing alone and lonely, accepting all the scrutiny and prying eyes; the straight spine and strong shoulders support the whole body. The weight of the night seems to be resisting the darkness all over the sky with the strength of one person. The fragility leaked from the strong iron and blood is like a wisp of green smoke, blown away by a breeze; the tall and straight body is in the overwhelming shadow Standing, safe and peaceful, but there is a trace of sadness...

Inexplicably, Emma's eye sockets became slightly hot, and her heart seemed to be held in the palm of a giant hand, and then it shrank fiercely. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but found that she couldn't even make a sound. She couldn't even send it out, the turbulent and mixed emotions made her unable to breathe at all.

This is an illusion, this should be an illusion, isn't this an illusion?

He just sold out his life and emotions for profit! Just now, for selfish purposes, he did not hesitate to take advantage of another woman...even a few other friends! He just concluded a deal with the devil for himself! So, he's a bastard, he's a devil, she should repel, she should hate, she should run away, shouldn't she? Is not it?

However, her footsteps seemed to take root.

At this time, the man's footsteps began to move, which made Emma's muscles tense up instantly, but even she herself couldn't tell whether she should be afraid, run away, or step forward to comfort him , or should pretend nothing happened? The mixed emotions surged in one brain, far beyond what she could bear.

He was getting closer and closer, and his firm footsteps did not speed up or slow down. He was still approaching step by step in a calm and gentlemanly manner. The polite and distant smile on his face never disappeared. There was no flaw in the perfect mask. Emma opened her mouth, she wanted to say something, she should say something, but her brain was completely knotted, she couldn't even release her voice, let alone speak.

Then, just like that, he brushed past her without stopping.

He didn't hide what he did just now, nor did he explain what he did just now, and he didn't even ask her what she saw. He just nodded his chin with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for reminding me, you were very helpful." The friendly voice echoed in her ears, like a shout from the other side of the valley , but before she could react, he left directly.

After a long time, the sound hit Emma's eardrums. She took a sharp breath, and finally her body could move. She turned around quickly, and then watched his footsteps gradually drift away. She still stayed where she was, watching his back intently.

The milky-yellow street lamp light slowly fell down, outlining a golden border on his shoulders, the fine dust was dancing happily, and the tough shoulder lines became gentle, as if even time and space had become Soften up. However, that tall and straight figure was so lonely, the huge square was extremely empty, the raging wind broke into the milky yellow light and shadow, and instantly became weaker, gently blowing his clothes, different from just now. The rage in the darkness magnified the loneliness endlessly.

This reminded Emma of those blue eyes, and there was a fragility hidden in those deep eyes that could be broken at any time, as if he could never hurt others, but being hurt by others could easily hurt him, that sad melancholy Between those deadly brows, loneliness and loneliness are hidden, and even the light and shadow falling between them add a touch of tenderness.

At this time, the man took out the mobile phone in his pocket, dialed a number, and the other party picked up after a while, "Kayla, at eight o'clock tomorrow night, the restaurant 'Eat Dry and Wipe Clean'."

Not knowing what the other party said, he lowered his head and gave a chuckle. The lazy voice twitched gently in the night, "You can understand freely." After a pause for a second, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more relaxed. "You can choose not to come, but I will wait there." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without even giving the other party a chance to refute.

His footsteps went farther and farther, leaving the slender figure stretched longer and longer under the street lamp... But the hustle and bustle around him seemed out of place, and he was left alone, alone, The world is so empty, so boundless, so wide, but he has only one person.

"You're welcome." Emma yelled without any warning. He didn't stop, and didn't make any unnecessary movements. He quickly disappeared into the neon lights of the street and entered the jazz bar Here, there were only empty streets left, and the noisy staff around them seemed to disappear in an instant, leaving only him and her, and when he left, she was the only one left.

Could it be that this is his true face, not the good guy she thought, nor the bad guy she saw; not the gentleman she thought, nor the bastard she saw...Looking at Lance's back as he drifted away , but she stood there, unable to move at all, like a fool, loneliness, fear, loneliness, sadness, rejection, sympathy, anger, regret, surprise, fragility... Countless emotions surged, and the intricate taste was on the tip of her tongue Dance lightly, too bitter to swallow.