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"Do you understand everything I say? Mr. Conroy."
Silence, suppressed silence; cold, biting cold. His eyes widened like this, without saying a word, the halo in his eyes diminished a little, little by little, as if all his vitality had been drained away.
This is not a dream.
It's over, everything is over, the dream is over, even his life is over.
Without insurance money, Linda will be unsustainable. Their house will become a heavy burden. Even if she is unwilling, after the bank takes back the house, she can only take Sean back to her family, and then gradually forget about his memories. After his death, his traces in this world will be gradually erased, and finally disappear completely, as if it never existed, even his mother, a mother suffering from Alzheimer’s disease, does not remember him Up.
All is just a lie, a beautiful lie.
The White House said that Iraq is a threat. They dominated the September 11th Incident. So everyone in the country went into the war with indignation, but they were stuck in this quagmire and could no longer leave. The innocent soldiers on the battlefield were there. who cares? The company said that there is no danger in Iraq’s work and that it can also earn super high salaries. So he left his home without hesitation, hoping to do something for Linda and Sean with his own hands, but ended up trapped in this little one. In the small box, they waited quietly for death, and the only thing they cared about was how to avoid the payment of insurance money?
How ridiculous, how ridiculous, how sad.
But what was even more sad was that he couldn't even burst out his anger now, there was only a feeling of powerlessness, and the weight of despair made him breathless. He’s alone now, Linda didn’t answer the phone, Sean was at school, and the White House rescuers did not show up. On the other end of the phone was a cold-blooded animal who was eager to finish work quickly. Nothing, nothing. Hope is gone, and there is no follow-up, this is the end.
"Mr. Conroy?" The other end of the phone called again. He still did not respond. "This is my conversation with Mr. Paul Conroy. I'm going to turn off the recorder."
His eyes widened, but only a piece of wood remained in those dark brown eyes, as if there were no fluctuations at all. A drop of hot tears slid down from the eye sockets, but before they had time to land, they evaporated in the air cleanly. He didn't even have tears.
As Chu Jiashu, he died once; as Paul Conroy-or Renly Hall, he has no idea whether Renly is a dream or Paul is a dream, but No matter who it is, it's time to end again, he is going to die again.
Die again.
What about the fear of death? What about the desire to survive? Longing for freedom? No, it was all gone, all was pinched off coldly, and there was nothing, he couldn't even feel the pain, just lying here quietly, waiting for death to come. The whole world became a gray, mighty and mighty, but he didn't even have the strength to struggle, let alone escape.
It is a wonderful thing to quietly appreciate the world falling apart. The corner of the mouth, slowly, gently, slowly, outlines a shallow arc, which is a smile.
The silence of the deadly silence gave people the illusion of time being still. The other end of the phone waited for a long time, but still did not wait for any response. It seemed that even the breathing had disappeared, and a sorrow slowly rose, he said softly "I'm sorry." Without the previous official business, his voice was low, echoing in the faint glow of the mobile phone, adding a touch of sadness and sadness inexplicably.
He cut off the phone, then slowly put his arm down, staring at the wooden plank above his head intently, the flashlight on his chest flashed twice, and finally stabilized, a gloomy light oppressing the darkness The bottom seems to be in danger, and there is a danger of extinguishing at any time.
He lay down like this, the sound of breathing gradually disappeared, the ups and downs of his chest gradually calmed down, the curvature of the corners of his mouth returned to its original shape again, the brilliance in those dark brown eyes slowly dissipated, there was no anger, no despair, no After the irony, there was nothing left, only a piece of peace was left, as if one could truly and clearly see the process of the faint vitality disappearing with the brilliance.
call. The world is quiet again.
In a daze, he once again returned to the hospital bed of his previous life. It was white. Around you could see doctors and nurses running fast. Ding Yanan’s tear-eyed face was full of despair and shock, amidst the turbulent crowd. The middle became more and more blurred, all the surrounding noises began to disappear, and the world dimmed little by little. He knew that there was no next time. This was the end, the end of nothingness.
"...Len Li."
The empty voice came from the distant horizon, blurred and unclear, reverberating in the endless darkness. It was not clear about the direction and the content, as if it was just the whistling of the wind.
"... Lan Li." The voice was still floating, and the empty echo seemed thin and fragile. Suddenly, the voice surpassed the vastness of the interstellar space, and it exploded directly in the ear, "Lan Li!"
A beam of light exploded in the depths of the pupils, and the dazzling light instantly poured into the eyes. The pain of tearing caused the body to follow the book. I can close my eyes, and the bright to almost hot light will all in an instant. The darkness melted away, and even if he only closed his eyes, he could feel the boiling heat, but he still didn't have the strength to touch it, and even his brain couldn't respond.
"Lan Li! God, what the **** is going on? Lan Li! Lan Li!"
The anxious voice roared in his ears, like a huge force, pulling him up from the depths of the ocean, and suddenly he got out of the water, and his lungs that had been suffocated for a long time suddenly sucked in. A lot of air, "drink." He couldn't help taking a breath, his eyes opened again, and his muscles were so tight that he couldn't even move his eyes. He just stared blankly at the light source directly above, stabbing him. My eyes are aching.
"Lan Li? Answer me? Lan Li!"
"Huh, huh, huh..." He breathed, his soul finally returned to his body again, he turned his head and looked at blankly, the fuzzy focus tried to find a reference in front of him, one by one in the distance. The figure has lost its face, and wears the same mask; the person close at hand also wears a white mask with no facial features. This left him in a daze, and the question marks could not be answered——
Who is he? Is this a dream or reality? How should he differentiate? Is he Paul or Lan Li, or is it just Chu Jiashu's dream? Was he buried alive? Was he rescued? Did he survive? Or is he filming? What's the matter with the hotel? What is a dream, and what is reality? In the end what happened? What's the situation now?
"...Where am I now?" Struggling, he finally asked a question.
Rodriguez looked at Lan Li in front of him, and inexplicably, tears fell. He knew he was embarrassed, but he couldn't help himself. He wiped the hot tears on his cheeks, "Warehouse, we are here now. The warehouse, this is the set." Rodriguez didn't know why Lanly asked this question, but he still tried his best to answer it.
"Remember? We were filming, and then you... You were too tired, so you fell asleep. After waking you up, we went to filming again. Are you okay now? If necessary, our work today You can suspend it. Go back and have a good rest. Don’t worry about the cost of renting the warehouse. We still have a lot of money now..."
Rodriguez continued to speak, but Lan Li raised his hand to stop it. He turned his head and looked at it again. The faces in his vision began to gradually become clear, one after another strange and familiar faces. With panic and shock, his eyes fell on his shoulders, as if... as if he had just escaped from the dead.
"So, we were filming just now." Lan Li's brain turned a little sluggishly, and he was still a little fuzzy. He was called "Lan Li" just now. Does this mean, here is reality? But how can he tell? Is it necessary to look for the imbalance of falling like in "Inception"? Or is it ~www.novelhall.com~ to find your own totem?
The chaotic thoughts receded, he raised his head again, and then he saw Rodrigue’s urgent expression, the remaining tears in his eyes reflected his pale and desperate face, "...The shooting of the scene just now went smoothly. ?"
None of this is real, and everything is too real. The boundary between illusion and reality is really blurred, and there doesn't seem to be much difference between this moment and the moment just now. But at least he is "alive" now, even if it is an illusion, he is alive. He needs a little time to sort out his thoughts.
Right now, treat him as Lanly, treat it as just filming just now, treat it as a hotel, look at the script and see that falling asleep is just a dream.
"Very good." Rodriguez's words were a little stumbling, and Lan Li's questioning caught him a bit off guard-Lan Li was in such a bad state just now, and now he is asking about the shooting situation? This...this... really made Rodriguez not know how to deal with it. But take a step back and think about it. Lanly has already dedicated such a wonderful performance. If the camera does not record it faithfully, it is their sin. "Perfect! I mean." Rodriguez said quickly. "All There is no problem with everything, the angle of the camera is perfect, there is no need to make up shots. Wonderful, really brilliant!"
In his mind, he couldn't think of any actor who could reach such a height, not even Robert De Niro, even Al Pacino, or even Marlon Brando. Even though he was ignorant, even though his judgment was unfair, and even though he was making a fuss, this is what he thought. The performance just now is definitely worth going down in the annals of history!
"That's good. This is a good thing. Right? This is a good thing?" Lan Li's weak voice teased, and then he began to cough violently.
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"Do you understand everything I say? Mr. Conroy."
Silence, suppressed silence; cold, biting cold. His eyes widened like this, without saying a word, the halo in his eyes diminished a little, little by little, as if all his vitality had been drained away.
This is not a dream.
It's over, everything is over, the dream is over, even his life is over.
Without insurance money, Linda will be unsustainable. Their house will become a heavy burden. Even if she is unwilling, after the bank takes back the house, she can only take Sean back to her family, and then gradually forget about his memories. After his death, his traces in this world will be gradually erased, and finally disappear completely, as if it never existed, even his mother, a mother suffering from Alzheimer’s disease, does not remember him Up.
All is just a lie, a beautiful lie.
The White House said that Iraq is a threat. They dominated the September 11th Incident. So everyone in the country went into the war with indignation, but they were stuck in this quagmire and could no longer leave. The innocent soldiers on the battlefield were there. who cares? The company said that there is no danger in Iraq’s work and that it can also earn super high salaries. So he left his home without hesitation, hoping to do something for Linda and Sean with his own hands, but ended up trapped in this little one. In the small box, they waited quietly for death, and the only thing they cared about was how to avoid the payment of insurance money?
How ridiculous, how ridiculous, how sad.
But what was even more sad was that he couldn't even burst out his anger now, there was only a feeling of powerlessness, and the weight of despair made him breathless. He’s alone now, Linda didn’t answer the phone, Sean was at school, and the White House rescuers did not show up. On the other end of the phone was a cold-blooded animal who was eager to finish work quickly. Nothing, nothing. Hope is gone, and there is no follow-up, this is the end.
"Mr. Conroy?" The other end of the phone called again. He still did not respond. "This is my conversation with Mr. Paul Conroy. I'm going to turn off the recorder."
His eyes widened, but only a piece of wood remained in those dark brown eyes, as if there were no fluctuations at all. A drop of hot tears slid down from the eye sockets, but before they had time to land, they evaporated in the air cleanly. He didn't even have tears.
As Chu Jiashu, he died once; as Paul Conroy-or Renly Hall, he has no idea whether Renly is a dream or Paul is a dream, but No matter who it is, it's time to end again, he is going to die again.
Die again.
What about the fear of death? What about the desire to survive? Longing for freedom? No, it was all gone, all was pinched off coldly, and there was nothing, he couldn't even feel the pain, just lying here quietly, waiting for death to come. The whole world became a gray, mighty and mighty, but he didn't even have the strength to struggle, let alone escape.
It is a wonderful thing to quietly appreciate the world falling apart. The corner of the mouth, slowly, gently, slowly, outlines a shallow arc, which is a smile.
The silence of the deadly silence gave people the illusion of time being still. The other end of the phone waited for a long time, but still did not wait for any response. It seemed that even the breathing had disappeared, and a sorrow slowly rose, he said softly "I'm sorry." Without the previous official business, his voice was low, echoing in the faint glow of the mobile phone, adding a touch of sadness and sadness inexplicably.
He cut off the phone, then slowly put his arm down, staring at the wooden plank above his head intently, the flashlight on his chest flashed twice, and finally stabilized, a gloomy light oppressing the darkness The bottom seems to be in danger, and there is a danger of extinguishing at any time.
He lay down like this, the sound of breathing gradually disappeared, the ups and downs of his chest gradually calmed down, the curvature of the corners of his mouth returned to its original shape again, the brilliance in those dark brown eyes slowly dissipated, there was no anger, no despair, no After the irony, there was nothing left, only a piece of peace was left, as if one could truly and clearly see the process of the faint vitality disappearing with the brilliance.
call. The world is quiet again.
In a daze, he once again returned to the hospital bed of his previous life. It was white. Around you could see doctors and nurses running fast. Ding Yanan’s tear-eyed face was full of despair and shock, amidst the turbulent crowd. The middle became more and more blurred, all the surrounding noises began to disappear, and the world dimmed little by little. He knew that there was no next time. This was the end, the end of nothingness.
"...Len Li."
The empty voice came from the distant horizon, blurred and unclear, reverberating in the endless darkness. It was not clear about the direction and the content, as if it was just the whistling of the wind.
"... Lan Li." The voice was still floating, and the empty echo seemed thin and fragile. Suddenly, the voice surpassed the vastness of the interstellar space, and it exploded directly in the ear, "Lan Li!"
A beam of light exploded in the depths of the pupils, and the dazzling light instantly poured into the eyes. The pain of tearing caused the body to follow the book. I can close my eyes, and the bright to almost hot light will all in an instant. The darkness melted away, and even if he only closed his eyes, he could feel the boiling heat, but he still didn't have the strength to touch it, and even his brain couldn't respond.
"Lan Li! God, what the **** is going on? Lan Li! Lan Li!"
The anxious voice roared in his ears, like a huge force, pulling him up from the depths of the ocean, and suddenly he got out of the water, and his lungs that had been suffocated for a long time suddenly sucked in. A lot of air, "drink." He couldn't help taking a breath, his eyes opened again, and his muscles were so tight that he couldn't even move his eyes. He just stared blankly at the light source directly above, stabbing him. My eyes are aching.
"Lan Li? Answer me? Lan Li!"
"Huh, huh, huh..." He breathed, his soul finally returned to his body again, he turned his head and looked at blankly, the fuzzy focus tried to find a reference in front of him, one by one in the distance. The figure has lost its face, and wears the same mask; the person close at hand also wears a white mask with no facial features. This left him in a daze, and the question marks could not be answered——
Who is he? Is this a dream or reality? How should he differentiate? Is he Paul or Lan Li, or is it just Chu Jiashu's dream? Was he buried alive? Was he rescued? Did he survive? Or is he filming? What's the matter with the hotel? What is a dream, and what is reality? In the end what happened? What's the situation now?
"...Where am I now?" Struggling, he finally asked a question.
Rodriguez looked at Lan Li in front of him, and inexplicably, tears fell. He knew he was embarrassed, but he couldn't help himself. He wiped the hot tears on his cheeks, "Warehouse, we are here now. The warehouse, this is the set." Rodriguez didn't know why Lanly asked this question, but he still tried his best to answer it.
"Remember? We were filming, and then you... You were too tired, so you fell asleep. After waking you up, we went to filming again. Are you okay now? If necessary, our work today You can suspend it. Go back and have a good rest. Don’t worry about the cost of renting the warehouse. We still have a lot of money now..."
Rodriguez continued to speak, but Lan Li raised his hand to stop it. He turned his head and looked at it again. The faces in his vision began to gradually become clear, one after another strange and familiar faces. With panic and shock, his eyes fell on his shoulders, as if... as if he had just escaped from the dead.
"So, we were filming just now." Lan Li's brain turned a little sluggishly, and he was still a little fuzzy. He was called "Lan Li" just now. Does this mean, here is reality? But how can he tell? Is it necessary to look for the imbalance of falling like in "Inception"? Or is it ~www.novelhall.com~ to find your own totem?
The chaotic thoughts receded, he raised his head again, and then he saw Rodrigue’s urgent expression, the remaining tears in his eyes reflected his pale and desperate face, "...The shooting of the scene just now went smoothly. ?"
None of this is real, and everything is too real. The boundary between illusion and reality is really blurred, and there doesn't seem to be much difference between this moment and the moment just now. But at least he is "alive" now, even if it is an illusion, he is alive. He needs a little time to sort out his thoughts.
Right now, treat him as Lanly, treat it as just filming just now, treat it as a hotel, look at the script and see that falling asleep is just a dream.
"Very good." Rodriguez's words were a little stumbling, and Lan Li's questioning caught him a bit off guard-Lan Li was in such a bad state just now, and now he is asking about the shooting situation? This...this... really made Rodriguez not know how to deal with it. But take a step back and think about it. Lanly has already dedicated such a wonderful performance. If the camera does not record it faithfully, it is their sin. "Perfect! I mean." Rodriguez said quickly. "All There is no problem with everything, the angle of the camera is perfect, there is no need to make up shots. Wonderful, really brilliant!"
In his mind, he couldn't think of any actor who could reach such a height, not even Robert De Niro, even Al Pacino, or even Marlon Brando. Even though he was ignorant, even though his judgment was unfair, and even though he was making a fuss, this is what he thought. The performance just now is definitely worth going down in the annals of history!
"That's good. This is a good thing. Right? This is a good thing?" Lan Li's weak voice teased, and then he began to cough violently.
"Do you understand everything I say? Mr. Conroy."Silence, suppressed silence; cold, biting cold. His eyes widened like this, without saying a word, the halo in his eyes diminished a little, little by little, as if all his vitality had been drained away.This is not a dream.It's over, everything is over, the dream is over, even his life is over.Without insurance money, Linda will be unsustainable. Their house will become a heavy burden. Even if she is unwilling, after the bank takes back the house, she can only take Sean back to her family, and then gradually forget about his memories. After his death, his traces in this world will be gradually erased, and finally disappear completely, as if it never existed, even his mother, a mother suffering from Alzheimer's disease, does not remember him Up.All is just a lie, a beautiful lie.The White House said that Iraq is a threat. They dominated the September 11th Incident. So everyone in the country went into the war with indignation, but they were stuck in this quagmire and could no longer leave. The innocent soldiers on the battlefield were there. who cares? The company said that there is no danger in Iraq's work and that it can also earn super high salaries. So he left his home without hesitation, hoping to do something for Linda and Sean with his own hands, but ended up trapped in this little one. In the small box, they waited quietly for death, and the only thing they cared about was how to avoid the payment of insurance money?How ridiculous, how ridiculous, how sad.But what was even more sad was that he couldn't even burst out his anger now, there was only a feeling of powerlessness, and the weight of despair made him breathless. He's alone now, Linda didn't answer the phone, Sean was at school, and the White House rescuers did not show up. On the other end of the phone was a cold-blooded animal who was eager to finish work quickly. Nothing, nothing. Hope is gone, and there is no follow-up, this is the end."Mr. Conroy?" The other end of the phone called again. He still did not respond. "This is my conversation with Mr. Paul Conroy. I'm going to turn off the recorder."His eyes widened, but only a piece of wood remained in those dark brown eyes, as if there were no fluctuations at all. A drop of hot tears slid down from the eye sockets, but before they had time to land, they evaporated in the air cleanly. He didn't even have tears.As Chu Jiashu, he died once; as Paul Conroy-or Renly Hall, he has no idea whether Renly is a dream or Paul is a dream, but No matter who it is, it's time to end again, he is going to die again.Die again.What about the fear of death? What about the desire to survive? Longing for freedom? No, it was all gone, all was pinched off coldly, and there was nothing, he couldn't even feel the pain, just lying here quietly, waiting for death to come. The whole world became a gray, mighty and mighty, but he didn't even have the strength to struggle, let alone escape.It is a wonderful thing to quietly appreciate the world falling apart. The corner of the mouth, slowly, gently, slowly, outlines a shallow arc, which is a smile.The silence of the deadly silence gave people the illusion of time being still. The other end of the phone waited for a long time, but still did not wait for any response. It seemed that even the breathing had disappeared, and a sorrow slowly rose, he said softly "I'm sorry." Without the previous official business, his voice was low, echoing in the faint glow of the mobile phone, adding a touch of sadness and sadness inexplicably.He cut off the phone, then slowly put his arm down, staring at the wooden plank above his head intently, the flashlight on his chest flashed twice, and finally stabilized, a gloomy light oppressing the darkness The bottom seems to be in danger, and there is a danger of extinguishing at any time.He lay down like this, the sound of breathing gradually disappeared, the ups and downs of his chest gradually calmed down, the curvature of the corners of his mouth returned to its original shape again, the brilliance in those dark brown eyes slowly dissipated, there was no anger, no despair, no After the irony, there was nothing left, only a piece of peace was left, as if one could truly and clearly see the process of the faint vitality disappearing with the brilliance.call. The world is quiet again.In a daze, he once again returned to the hospital bed of his previous life. It was white. Around you could see doctors and nurses running fast. Ding Yanan's tear-eyed face was full of despair and shock, amidst the turbulent crowd. The middle became more and more blurred, all the surrounding noises began to disappear, and the world dimmed little by little. He knew that there was no next time. This was the end, the end of nothingness."...Len Li."The empty voice came from the distant horizon, blurred and unclear, reverberating in the endless darkness. It was not clear about the direction and the content, as if it was just the whistling of the wind."... Lan Li." The voice was still floating, and the empty echo seemed thin and fragile. Suddenly, the voice surpassed the vastness of the interstellar space, and it exploded directly in the ear, "Lan Li!"A beam of light exploded in the depths of the pupils, and the dazzling light instantly poured into the eyes. The pain of tearing caused the body to follow the book. I can close my eyes, and the bright to almost hot light will all in an instant. The darkness melted away, and even if he only closed his eyes, he could feel the boiling heat, but he still didn't have the strength to touch it, and even his brain couldn't respond."Lan Li! God, what the **** is going on? Lan Li! Lan Li!"The anxious voice roared in his ears, like a huge force, pulling him up from the depths of the ocean, and suddenly he got out of the water, and his lungs that had been suffocated for a long time suddenly sucked in. A lot of air, "drink." He couldn't help taking a breath, his eyes opened again, and his muscles were so tight that he couldn't even move his eyes. He just stared blankly at the light source directly above, stabbing him. My eyes are aching."Lan Li? Answer me? Lan Li!""Huh, huh, huh..." He breathed, his soul finally returned to his body again, he turned his head and looked at blankly, the fuzzy focus tried to find a reference in front of him, one by one in the distance. The figure has lost its face, and wears the same mask; the person close at hand also wears a white mask with no facial features. This left him in a daze, and the question marks could not be answeredWho is he? Is this a dream or reality? How should he differentiate? Is he Paul or Lan Li, or is it just Chu Jiashu's dream? Was he buried alive? Was he rescued? Did he survive? Or is he filming? What's the matter with the hotel? What is a dream, and what is reality? In the end what happened? What's the situation now?"...Where am I now?" Struggling, he finally asked a question.Rodriguez looked at Lan Li in front of him, and inexplicably, tears fell. He knew he was embarrassed, but he couldn't help himself. He wiped the hot tears on his cheeks, "Warehouse, we are here now. The warehouse, this is the set." Rodriguez didn't know why Lanly asked this question, but he still tried his best to answer it."Remember? We were filming, and then you... You were too tired, so you fell asleep. After waking you up, we went to filming again. Are you okay now? If necessary, our work today You can suspend it. Go back and have a good rest. Don't worry about the cost of renting the warehouse. We still have a lot of money now..."Rodriguez continued to speak, but Lan Li raised his hand to stop it. He turned his head and looked at it again. The faces in his vision began to gradually become clear, one after another strange and familiar faces. With panic and shock, his eyes fell on his shoulders, as if... as if he had just escaped from the dead."So, we were filming just now." Lan Li's brain turned a little sluggishly, and he was still a little fuzzy. He was called "Lan Li" just now. Does this mean, here is reality? But how can he tell? Is it necessary to look for the imbalance of falling like in "Inception"? Or is it ~www.novelhall.com~ to find your own totem?The chaotic thoughts receded, he raised his head again, and then he saw Rodrigue's urgent expression, the remaining tears in his eyes reflected his pale and desperate face, "...The shooting of the scene just now went smoothly. ?"None of this is real, and everything is too real. The boundary between illusion and reality is really blurred, and there doesn't seem to be much difference between this moment and the moment just now. But at least he is "alive" now, even if it is an illusion, he is alive. He needs a little time to sort out his thoughts.Right now, treat him as Lanly, treat it as just filming just now, treat it as a hotel, look at the script and see that falling asleep is just a dream."Very good." Rodriguez's words were a little stumbling, and Lan Li's questioning caught him a bit off guard-Lan Li was in such a bad state just now, and now he is asking about the shooting situation? This...this... really made Rodriguez not know how to deal with it. But take a step back and think about it. Lanly has already dedicated such a wonderful performance. If the camera does not record it faithfully, it is their sin. "Perfect! I mean." Rodriguez said quickly. "All There is no problem with everything, the angle of the camera is perfect, there is no need to make up shots. Wonderful, really brilliant!"In his mind, he couldn't think of any actor who could reach such a height, not even Robert De Niro, even Al Pacino, or even Marlon Brando. Even though he was ignorant, even though his judgment was unfair, and even though he was making a fuss, this is what he thought. The performance just now is definitely worth going down in the annals of history!"That's good. This is a good thing. Right? This is a good thing?" Lan Li's weak voice teased, and then he began to cough violently.
