"Drink." Renly suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air, as if a vampire revived from a dead body sat up straight, the muffled voice in his throat was barely audible. His feet were powerful, and he frantically started to hit any approaching object, 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 his lungs were about to cough up.
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, 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 is no clue at all in the mess in front of him, "Renly? Renly? What's wrong with you? Are you okay? Renly?" He even reached out and shook Renly twice, eager for a response.
"It was so noisy." Renly closed his eyes slowly, and lifted his right hand 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 back into the chest heavily, 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, and he didn't know what to do. 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 turned into 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.
That kind of 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 more intense the struggle, the heavier the disappointment; the more violent the resistance, the more cruel the despair.
Imagination is always too pale, and only by actually experiencing it can you understand the taste of it, and bystanders are always just bystanders.
When I watched movies about survival in desperate situations such as "127 Hours" and "Buried Alive", I was full of entanglement and excitement, and even felt a kind of torture; , That kind of 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 knew that his attempt was crazy, it was just a wild dance on the tip of the knife, and if he was not careful, he would burn himself into flames and possibly ruin his second life. But he didn't regret it, if he did it again, he would still make the same choice.
Because he felt, 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 blurring the boundary between reality and fantasy seemed to tear his soul in two. 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, and honestly follow the framework model instilled by performance school acting skills, and use his own simulations and speculations 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 more exhausting than surfing for three hours. ; His energy has also been completely emptied, and he doesn't even want to think about where he is 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 and covered his head with the quilt, refusing to answer, but Matthew didn't know how to give up. 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 a blink of an eye, and Renly's stomach began to growl.
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, it is estimated that she will reprimand you for being rude again, and Edith will be very happy to get into trouble."
Aristocratic life requires restraint and repression. Even if you are hungry, you can't make a sound. This is the basic etiquette.
Renly covered 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 reluctantly eat a little."
"It seems that your sleeping habits have not changed." Matthew walked to the door of the bedroom and made a gesture to the waiters outside, and then they came in with dinner. Although this is only a three-star hotel, the service is not thoughtful enough, but there is no problem with such basic service.
Renly still didn't open his eyes, and stretched his waist greatly, "It seems that your habit of talking too much has not changed. Is this a genetic problem?" 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 First Cause of All Realms"
The waiter and Rodrigo, who was standing at the door, were at a loss, but Matthew couldn't help laughing beside him.