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Simmons looked down at his hands and couldn't help but began to gently twist his fingers, as if thick and greasy blood could be felt on the fingertips, and the warm smell lingered under his nose, so It is true and so precise. Killing the life can feel the stickiness of blood, but killing the soul can not see any traces at all. It seems to be so now; but he knows that this is an illusion, all is an illusion, between the fingers and the palm There is nothing at all, no blood, no soul.
That one feels really amazing.
He seemed to feel a force of involvement and drive, slowly guiding his emotions and actions little by little, as if slowly awakening the demon hidden deep in his heart, that brutal and fierce hostility Was slowly waking up, a soul that even he hadn't realized appeared, and he threw his teeth and claws toward his food, and began to gnaw at it.
The most frightening thing is that he enjoys it.
He can even picture himself in his mind. The black wings of the devil slowly spread to block all the light. The sharp fangs are flowing with fresh blood, so sweet and so delicious that he can't help it. He stretched out his tongue and licked it, and his smile bloomed like this.
He knows what he is doing, he is trampling on a stubborn dignity, he is destroying a young dream, he is destroying a thin hope, and more importantly, he is tearing a young soul, so cruel and cold. It's so rough, but he enjoys it, and even produces a hint of pleasure.
Because if you want to be a real strong, you must go through thousands of trials.
He never worried that his actions might destroy a potential "Charlie Parker", because "Charlie Parker" would not sink into it. "Charlie Parker" would fight back, grow, advance, or change, in the blood and fire. Great achievement in China; it is not "Charlie Parker" that can be destroyed and defeated.
Simmons realized that this is incorrect. This is not his philosophy. This is not his three views. These are all Fletcher's ideas, but the most wonderful place is precisely here. He enjoys it very much. The ideological boundaries between Fletcher are disappearing. As if the performance just now awakened the demons hidden deep in the soul, the part that belonged to Fletcher was gradually raising its head, squeezing the space that belonged to Simmons himself.
In the trance, drama and reality are intertwined.
Fear and excitement, worry and excitement, confusion and joy, nervousness and expectation.
Simmons himself couldn't accurately describe that feeling. He lowered his head again, and the blood remaining on his fingertips seemed to become real and concrete again, as if he had just killed Andrew with his own hands. This feeling is really... indescribable.
Andrew?
Simmons suddenly raised his head, following the inner guidance, looking at Lan Li sitting in the chair.
Lan Li still sits quietly on the spot, without moving, with his head drooping deeply, hands on his knees, rubbing the nails of the thumb with his index finger, seeming to be looking for the thorns around the fingers, and he can't get through with himself. , Faintly revealed a trace of anxiety and boredom.
That was Andrew, not Renly.
A scarred, lonely and helpless soul, after the baptism of the torrential rain, is trying to cheer himself up again and find the path forward, but he is at a loss, his pupils are shaking quickly and quietly at a loss. I looked at the surrounding scene, like a fox running on the ice, tiptoeing forward, with ears erected, and a little wind and grass would make it escape quickly, and then it would never be found again.
The peripheral light of his gaze swept lightly, and then he caught the band members’ surprise, ridicule, ridicule, stunned, puzzled gaze, like a storm, slowly and slowly awakening him, the humiliation of self-esteem and The trampling of pride swept the sense of shame, far past the pain and bitterness, but also far past the sadness and helplessness, and stung his soul severely.
In an instant, he stood up abruptly and walked quickly out of the range of the drum kit, like a dog in a family, hurriedly left the practice room and walked away. Every second of staying here is a torment, comparable to Ling Chi. Put to death. He just wanted to leave, he just wanted to run away, like a coward, but so what? At least he doesn't need to suffer like a frying pan anymore.
"..." Simmons tried to call for his departure, but the words got stuck in his throat, Lan Li? Or Andrew? He didn't know which name he should call, and before he had time to make a decision, the figure had disappeared behind the dangling door panel, and the pace of fleeing became faster and faster.
What's more, he doesn't know what to say, "I'm sorry"? Is an apology really useful?
Inexplicably, Simmons could feel a sense of sadness, and it was really unbearable; but at the same time, the voice belonging to Fletcher was whispering: This is the test he needs to withstand, and this is his way to success. The road is either persisting or giving up. The choice is simple, and no one can force him.
That devilish whisper made people have no resistance, he actually... faintly agreed!
So, what should he do now?
Turning his head, Simmons looked at Damien and tried to ask for help, but he was disappointed. Damien was not able to detect these Xu abnormalities, and was enthusiastically discussing the filming of the next scene with the staff, and his cheerful expression revealed his excitement and joy.
Directors and actors are still different after all.
Inexplicably, Simmons became a little lost, looking at the direction where Lan Li was leaving, standing there, at a loss.
...
Lan Li hurriedly left the rehearsal room, his head still drooping deeply, unable to lift up, just trying to hide in a corner where no one can see, silently licking the wound, swallowing all the humiliation and embarrassment. Going on, it seems that as long as you are isolated from the world, everything you have just born can become easier.
In fact, this is not too deep into the play.
When Damien interrupted the filming rhythm, Ren Li had already recovered. The boundary between drama and reality was becoming clear again, but Ren Li did not immediately get rid of the state of performance, but remained immersed. In this kind of emotional **** and predicament. He did it on purpose.
After egot, on the surface, Lan Li seemed calm and unconcerned, but he himself clearly knew that feelings of complacency and pride were spreading uncontrollably. When he dreamed back at midnight, Lan Li also had a dazed emotion: What else can he do now? Or, what should he do?
The "New York Times" Bradley Adams interview is very realistic.
Even though Ranley II is a human being, in the final analysis, he is still an ordinary person, experiencing stories that most people have never experienced in their entire lives, standing at the crossroads of history, standing at the top of the pyramid, and standing at the crossroads of history. In the hurricane of spotlight and spotlight, intoxication and secret rooms are still inevitable, even if he tries to keep himself awake, he still has little effect.
It's like a marathon.
At the start, I was full of enthusiasm and passion of willpower, but when I ran, I gradually forgot the starting point and the end point, and forgot the others that I had also forgotten. It seemed that everything became meaningless, just mechanically. Continually running, so I simply left everything behind, and continued to run wildly, just sprinting, sprinting, and sprinting.
But suddenly at a certain moment, it crossed the finish line like this. He is the first.
The joy and happiness of the champion instantly filled the chest, but what about after that? Looking back, no other contestants can be seen, nor can he see the target ahead. He is already at the top, so what should I do next? Without guidance, there is no direction, that kind of emptiness and loneliness, that kind of loss and helplessness, is more turbulent and cruel than the loneliness brought about by the high altitude.
Lan Li forced herself to calm down and devoted herself to the rehearsal of "Burst Drummer"~www.novelhall.com~ He returned to his role as an actor wholeheartedly, and once again found the enthusiasm for acting, not for awards, not for the box office, but for himself The expectation and perseverance, continue to perform.
This is called a dream.
Really perform for yourself.
In such a moment and such a situation, Lan Li was very fortunate that he encountered the work "Burst Drummer". Because of Andrew Neiman's state of mind, it is precisely the best choice to re-awaken the original intention and re-awaken the dream.
Therefore, it is clear that reality can be distinguished from illusion, but Lan Li forces herself to be immersed in the world of emotions and characters of performance, in such a way to forget the halo of egot and start from the beginning.
Invisible, this fits perfectly with Andrew.
The former Chu Jiashu was inferior. He didn't think he could realize his dream, or that he could not realize his dream, he could only paint the shape of daydream in his mind, even if he was reborn as Lanli, He still had hesitation and hesitation, because of the uncertainty from himself and the judgment from George and Elizabeth, everything made him vacillate.
But he still chose to stick to his dream.
Not because of faith or because of faith, but because of faith. Once faced with the **** of death, he knew that he shouldn't shrink his hands because of his timidity. Only if he took steps actively and courageously, he could live a life in vain, so he began to run wild.
The success of egot made him feel confident and even complacent. He almost thought he had the world, and gradually began to lose himself. Then, he slammed against a wall, just like Andrew met Francis. In general, Renly let himself "meet" Fletcher.
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Simmons looked down at his hands and couldn't help but began to gently twist his fingers, as if thick and greasy blood could be felt on the fingertips, and the warm smell lingered under his nose, so It is true and so precise. Killing the life can feel the stickiness of blood, but killing the soul can not see any traces at all. It seems to be so now; but he knows that this is an illusion, all is an illusion, between the fingers and the palm There is nothing at all, no blood, no soul.
That one feels really amazing.
He seemed to feel a force of involvement and drive, slowly guiding his emotions and actions little by little, as if slowly awakening the demon hidden deep in his heart, that brutal and fierce hostility Was slowly waking up, a soul that even he hadn't realized appeared, and he threw his teeth and claws toward his food, and began to gnaw at it.
The most frightening thing is that he enjoys it.
He can even picture himself in his mind. The black wings of the devil slowly spread to block all the light. The sharp fangs are flowing with fresh blood, so sweet and so delicious that he can't help it. He stretched out his tongue and licked it, and his smile bloomed like this.
He knows what he is doing, he is trampling on a stubborn dignity, he is destroying a young dream, he is destroying a thin hope, and more importantly, he is tearing a young soul, so cruel and cold. It's so rough, but he enjoys it, and even produces a hint of pleasure.
Because if you want to be a real strong, you must go through thousands of trials.
He never worried that his actions might destroy a potential "Charlie Parker", because "Charlie Parker" would not sink into it. "Charlie Parker" would fight back, grow, advance, or change, in the blood and fire. Great achievement in China; it is not "Charlie Parker" that can be destroyed and defeated.
Simmons realized that this is incorrect. This is not his philosophy. This is not his three views. These are all Fletcher's ideas, but the most wonderful place is precisely here. He enjoys it very much. The ideological boundaries between Fletcher are disappearing. As if the performance just now awakened the demons hidden deep in the soul, the part that belonged to Fletcher was gradually raising its head, squeezing the space that belonged to Simmons himself.
In the trance, drama and reality are intertwined.
Fear and excitement, worry and excitement, confusion and joy, nervousness and expectation.
Simmons himself couldn't accurately describe that feeling. He lowered his head again, and the blood remaining on his fingertips seemed to become real and concrete again, as if he had just killed Andrew with his own hands. This feeling is really... indescribable.
Andrew?
Simmons suddenly raised his head, following the inner guidance, looking at Lan Li sitting in the chair.
Lan Li still sits quietly on the spot, without moving, with his head drooping deeply, hands on his knees, rubbing the nails of the thumb with his index finger, seeming to be looking for the thorns around the fingers, and he can't get through with himself. , Faintly revealed a trace of anxiety and boredom.
That was Andrew, not Renly.
A scarred, lonely and helpless soul, after the baptism of the torrential rain, is trying to cheer himself up again and find the path forward, but he is at a loss, his pupils are shaking quickly and quietly at a loss. I looked at the surrounding scene, like a fox running on the ice, tiptoeing forward, with ears erected, and a little wind and grass would make it escape quickly, and then it would never be found again.
The peripheral light of his gaze swept lightly, and then he caught the band members’ surprise, ridicule, ridicule, stunned, puzzled gaze, like a storm, slowly and slowly awakening him, the humiliation of self-esteem and The trampling of pride swept the sense of shame, far past the pain and bitterness, but also far past the sadness and helplessness, and stung his soul severely.
In an instant, he stood up abruptly and walked quickly out of the range of the drum kit, like a dog in a family, hurriedly left the practice room and walked away. Every second of staying here is a torment, comparable to Ling Chi. Put to death. He just wanted to leave, he just wanted to run away, like a coward, but so what? At least he doesn't need to suffer like a frying pan anymore.
"..." Simmons tried to call for his departure, but the words got stuck in his throat, Lan Li? Or Andrew? He didn't know which name he should call, and before he had time to make a decision, the figure had disappeared behind the dangling door panel, and the pace of fleeing became faster and faster.
What's more, he doesn't know what to say, "I'm sorry"? Is an apology really useful?
Inexplicably, Simmons could feel a sense of sadness, and it was really unbearable; but at the same time, the voice belonging to Fletcher was whispering: This is the test he needs to withstand, and this is his way to success. The road is either persisting or giving up. The choice is simple, and no one can force him.
That devilish whisper made people have no resistance, he actually... faintly agreed!
So, what should he do now?
Turning his head, Simmons looked at Damien and tried to ask for help, but he was disappointed. Damien was not able to detect these Xu abnormalities, and was enthusiastically discussing the filming of the next scene with the staff, and his cheerful expression revealed his excitement and joy.
Directors and actors are still different after all.
Inexplicably, Simmons became a little lost, looking at the direction where Lan Li was leaving, standing there, at a loss.
...
Lan Li hurriedly left the rehearsal room, his head still drooping deeply, unable to lift up, just trying to hide in a corner where no one can see, silently licking the wound, swallowing all the humiliation and embarrassment. Going on, it seems that as long as you are isolated from the world, everything you have just born can become easier.
In fact, this is not too deep into the play.
When Damien interrupted the filming rhythm, Ren Li had already recovered. The boundary between drama and reality was becoming clear again, but Ren Li did not immediately get rid of the state of performance, but remained immersed. In this kind of emotional **** and predicament. He did it on purpose.
After egot, on the surface, Lan Li seemed calm and unconcerned, but he himself clearly knew that feelings of complacency and pride were spreading uncontrollably. When he dreamed back at midnight, Lan Li also had a dazed emotion: What else can he do now? Or, what should he do?
The "New York Times" Bradley Adams interview is very realistic.
Even though Ranley II is a human being, in the final analysis, he is still an ordinary person, experiencing stories that most people have never experienced in their entire lives, standing at the crossroads of history, standing at the top of the pyramid, and standing at the crossroads of history. In the hurricane of spotlight and spotlight, intoxication and secret rooms are still inevitable, even if he tries to keep himself awake, he still has little effect.
It's like a marathon.
At the start, I was full of enthusiasm and passion of willpower, but when I ran, I gradually forgot the starting point and the end point, and forgot the others that I had also forgotten. It seemed that everything became meaningless, just mechanically. Continually running, so I simply left everything behind, and continued to run wildly, just sprinting, sprinting, and sprinting.
But suddenly at a certain moment, it crossed the finish line like this. He is the first.
The joy and happiness of the champion instantly filled the chest, but what about after that? Looking back, no other contestants can be seen, nor can he see the target ahead. He is already at the top, so what should I do next? Without guidance, there is no direction, that kind of emptiness and loneliness, that kind of loss and helplessness, is more turbulent and cruel than the loneliness brought about by the high altitude.
Lan Li forced herself to calm down and devoted herself to the rehearsal of "Burst Drummer"~www.novelhall.com~ He returned to his role as an actor wholeheartedly, and once again found the enthusiasm for acting, not for awards, not for the box office, but for himself The expectation and perseverance, continue to perform.
This is called a dream.
Really perform for yourself.
In such a moment and such a situation, Lan Li was very fortunate that he encountered the work "Burst Drummer". Because of Andrew Neiman's state of mind, it is precisely the best choice to re-awaken the original intention and re-awaken the dream.
Therefore, it is clear that reality can be distinguished from illusion, but Lan Li forces herself to be immersed in the world of emotions and characters of performance, in such a way to forget the halo of egot and start from the beginning.
Invisible, this fits perfectly with Andrew.
The former Chu Jiashu was inferior. He didn't think he could realize his dream, or that he could not realize his dream, he could only paint the shape of daydream in his mind, even if he was reborn as Lanli, He still had hesitation and hesitation, because of the uncertainty from himself and the judgment from George and Elizabeth, everything made him vacillate.
But he still chose to stick to his dream.
Not because of faith or because of faith, but because of faith. Once faced with the **** of death, he knew that he shouldn't shrink his hands because of his timidity. Only if he took steps actively and courageously, he could live a life in vain, so he began to run wild.
The success of egot made him feel confident and even complacent. He almost thought he had the world, and gradually began to lose himself. Then, he slammed against a wall, just like Andrew met Francis. In general, Renly let himself "meet" Fletcher.
Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. Three heads mobile version read the URL:
Simmons looked down at his hands and couldn't help but began to gently twist his fingers, as if thick and greasy blood could be felt on the fingertips, and the warm smell lingered under his nose, so It is true and so precise. Killing the life can feel the stickiness of blood, but killing the soul can not see any traces at all. It seems to be so now; but he knows that this is an illusion, all is an illusion, between the fingers and the palm There is nothing at all, no blood, no soul.That one feels really amazing.He seemed to feel a force of involvement and drive, slowly guiding his emotions and actions little by little, as if slowly awakening the demon hidden deep in his heart, that brutal and fierce hostility Was slowly waking up, a soul that even he hadn't realized appeared, and he threw his teeth and claws toward his food, and began to gnaw at it.The most frightening thing is that he enjoys it.He can even picture himself in his mind. The black wings of the devil slowly spread to block all the light. The sharp fangs are flowing with fresh blood, so sweet and so delicious that he can't help it. He stretched out his tongue and licked it, and his smile bloomed like this.He knows what he is doing, he is trampling on a stubborn dignity, he is destroying a young dream, he is destroying a thin hope, and more importantly, he is tearing a young soul, so cruel and cold. It's so rough, but he enjoys it, and even produces a hint of pleasure.Because if you want to be a real strong, you must go through thousands of trials.He never worried that his actions might destroy a potential "Charlie Parker", because "Charlie Parker" would not sink into it. "Charlie Parker" would fight back, grow, advance, or change, in the blood and fire. Great achievement in China; it is not "Charlie Parker" that can be destroyed and defeated.Simmons realized that this is incorrect. This is not his philosophy. This is not his three views. These are all Fletcher's ideas, but the most wonderful place is precisely here. He enjoys it very much. The ideological boundaries between Fletcher are disappearing. As if the performance just now awakened the demons hidden deep in the soul, the part that belonged to Fletcher was gradually raising its head, squeezing the space that belonged to Simmons himself.In the trance, drama and reality are intertwined.Fear and excitement, worry and excitement, confusion and joy, nervousness and expectation.Simmons himself couldn't accurately describe that feeling. He lowered his head again, and the blood remaining on his fingertips seemed to become real and concrete again, as if he had just killed Andrew with his own hands. This feeling is really... indescribable.Andrew?Simmons suddenly raised his head, following the inner guidance, looking at Lan Li sitting in the chair.Lan Li still sits quietly on the spot, without moving, with his head drooping deeply, hands on his knees, rubbing the nails of the thumb with his index finger, seeming to be looking for the thorns around the fingers, and he can't get through with himself. , Faintly revealed a trace of anxiety and boredom.That was Andrew, not Renly.A scarred, lonely and helpless soul, after the baptism of the torrential rain, is trying to cheer himself up again and find the path forward, but he is at a loss, his pupils are shaking quickly and quietly at a loss. I looked at the surrounding scene, like a fox running on the ice, tiptoeing forward, with ears erected, and a little wind and grass would make it escape quickly, and then it would never be found again.The peripheral light of his gaze swept lightly, and then he caught the band members' surprise, ridicule, ridicule, stunned, puzzled gaze, like a storm, slowly and slowly awakening him, the humiliation of self-esteem and The trampling of pride swept the sense of shame, far past the pain and bitterness, but also far past the sadness and helplessness, and stung his soul severely.In an instant, he stood up abruptly and walked quickly out of the range of the drum kit, like a dog in a family, hurriedly left the practice room and walked away. Every second of staying here is a torment, comparable to Ling Chi. Put to death. He just wanted to leave, he just wanted to run away, like a coward, but so what? At least he doesn't need to suffer like a frying pan anymore."..." Simmons tried to call for his departure, but the words got stuck in his throat, Lan Li? Or Andrew? He didn't know which name he should call, and before he had time to make a decision, the figure had disappeared behind the dangling door panel, and the pace of fleeing became faster and faster.What's more, he doesn't know what to say, "I'm sorry"? Is an apology really useful?Inexplicably, Simmons could feel a sense of sadness, and it was really unbearable; but at the same time, the voice belonging to Fletcher was whispering: This is the test he needs to withstand, and this is his way to success. The road is either persisting or giving up. The choice is simple, and no one can force him.That devilish whisper made people have no resistance, he actually... faintly agreed!So, what should he do now?Turning his head, Simmons looked at Damien and tried to ask for help, but he was disappointed. Damien was not able to detect these Xu abnormalities, and was enthusiastically discussing the filming of the next scene with the staff, and his cheerful expression revealed his excitement and joy.Directors and actors are still different after all.Inexplicably, Simmons became a little lost, looking at the direction where Lan Li was leaving, standing there, at a loss....Lan Li hurriedly left the rehearsal room, his head still drooping deeply, unable to lift up, just trying to hide in a corner where no one can see, silently licking the wound, swallowing all the humiliation and embarrassment. Going on, it seems that as long as you are isolated from the world, everything you have just born can become easier.In fact, this is not too deep into the play.When Damien interrupted the filming rhythm, Ren Li had already recovered. The boundary between drama and reality was becoming clear again, but Ren Li did not immediately get rid of the state of performance, but remained immersed. In this kind of emotional **** and predicament. He did it on purpose.After egot, on the surface, Lan Li seemed calm and unconcerned, but he himself clearly knew that feelings of complacency and pride were spreading uncontrollably. When he dreamed back at midnight, Lan Li also had a dazed emotion: What else can he do now? Or, what should he do?The "New York Times" Bradley Adams interview is very realistic.Even though Ranley II is a human being, in the final analysis, he is still an ordinary person, experiencing stories that most people have never experienced in their entire lives, standing at the crossroads of history, standing at the top of the pyramid, and standing at the crossroads of history. In the hurricane of spotlight and spotlight, intoxication and secret rooms are still inevitable, even if he tries to keep himself awake, he still has little effect.It's like a marathon.At the start, I was full of enthusiasm and passion of willpower, but when I ran, I gradually forgot the starting point and the end point, and forgot the others that I had also forgotten. It seemed that everything became meaningless, just mechanically. Continually running, so I simply left everything behind, and continued to run wildly, just sprinting, sprinting, and sprinting.But suddenly at a certain moment, it crossed the finish line like this. He is the first.The joy and happiness of the champion instantly filled the chest, but what about after that? Looking back, no other contestants can be seen, nor can he see the target ahead. He is already at the top, so what should I do next? Without guidance, there is no direction, that kind of emptiness and loneliness, that kind of loss and helplessness, is more turbulent and cruel than the loneliness brought about by the high altitude.Lan Li forced herself to calm down and devoted herself to the rehearsal of "Burst Drummer"~www.novelhall.com~ He returned to his role as an actor wholeheartedly, and once again found the enthusiasm for acting, not for awards, not for the box office, but for himself The expectation and perseverance, continue to perform.This is called a dream.Really perform for yourself.In such a moment and such a situation, Lan Li was very fortunate that he encountered the work "Burst Drummer". Because of Andrew Neiman's state of mind, it is precisely the best choice to re-awaken the original intention and re-awaken the dream.Therefore, it is clear that reality can be distinguished from illusion, but Lan Li forces herself to be immersed in the world of emotions and characters of performance, in such a way to forget the halo of egot and start from the beginning.Invisible, this fits perfectly with Andrew.The former Chu Jiashu was inferior. He didn't think he could realize his dream, or that he could not realize his dream, he could only paint the shape of daydream in his mind, even if he was reborn as Lanli, He still had hesitation and hesitation, because of the uncertainty from himself and the judgment from George and Elizabeth, everything made him vacillate.But he still chose to stick to his dream.Not because of faith or because of faith, but because of faith. Once faced with the **** of death, he knew that he shouldn't shrink his hands because of his timidity. Only if he took steps actively and courageously, he could live a life in vain, so he began to run wild.The success of egot made him feel confident and even complacent. He almost thought he had the world, and gradually began to lose himself. Then, he slammed against a wall, just like Andrew met Francis. In general, Renly let himself "meet" Fletcher.Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. Three heads mobile version read the URL:
