Fang Daichuan made some jokes, and Li Sinian recovered a little. He still held the paper bag of bread in his hand, and it was rattling in the palm of his hand.
"Do you like acting?" Li Sinian sat on the rock and asked following Fang Daichuan's words.
"I like it." Fang Daichuan lowered his head and smiled, a little embarrassed. This era is too utilitarian, you openly answer that you like money, cats, and salted fish, and you don't need to feel any shame about it. But if someone in your life asks you, do you like your job? If you are full of energy and say that you like it, that this is my dream, you will appear naive and second-year-old, and you will be out of place in this world, especially when you are not doing well.
Of course, some people asked in public places, and everyone answered in the same way: "I like acting. I don't do it for the fame and money. I have ambitions and dreams for the acting career." However, the actors themselves don't believe it. Unannounced, watching the fans in the audience cheering in unison, moved to tears for the idol's dream, the host had an encouraging smile on his face and applauded politely, his face covered with thick foundation was full of A formal impatience.
At the beginning, Fang Daichuan would seriously tell the audience about his dream, how much he wanted to weave a real world for the audience, and lead them to experience the chivalrous spirit of drawing swords and fighting against injustice. Later, he found that no one cared, so he gradually stopped talking.
He still remembers that when he first debuted, he was a newborn calf and sincerely talked about his dreams. Everyone on the stage applauded, but when he stepped off the stage, he was severely sneered at by the leading actor in the same group. "What kind of drama should I add to myself? A third-rate young actor who acts as a stand-in and fights, is also worthy of talking about dreams?" the actor said.
Fang Daichuan asked himself that he was not a glass-hearted person, but in public, he was rubbed against the table by his seniors in the same group and ridiculed. For a long time afterwards, he kept all his feelings in his heart, let his unwilling emotions roil and ferment, and felt ashamed. People say.
—I don’t know what happened today, maybe it’s because I’m alone on an isolated island, and I feel that Li Sinian’s emotional intelligence won’t be ridiculed no matter how contemptuous it is, or maybe it’s because of the occasional clear sky, the faint gleam of stars and moon that made him delirious, his senses are a little hazy, and he only smiles Dao, I like it.
Li Sinian kept staring at him, only to find that there was a dimple on his right cheek, not deep, but round, very cute. Fang Daichuan smiled and said "like" with this small dimple.
He has a strange rhythm in his words, and the characteristic swallowing and rhyming phenomenon of the northern accent makes his tone often look a little foolish, but when he lowered his voice and said something like "like" in a deep and solemn way, Li Sinian heard There was a bang in my heart.
— It is said that some people's voices can synthesize and resonate with the frequency of other people's heartbeat, and you can control the heartbeat of the other person with your voice. I don't know if Fang Daichuan is one of those people.
Li Sinian's right index finger trembled uncontrollably at a strange frequency. He lowered his head and stared at his index finger in surprise, feeling very strange to himself. He has always had a keen intuition for danger, and sometimes subconsciously perceives danger, and before his consciousness wakes up, his body will indeed remind him in this way. This kind of practical special function has really saved him several times. Several friends in the mercenary group were amazed by this special function, and even took a narrow nickname, saying that Lee has a "God's right hand".
But at this moment, Li Sinian stared at his trembling right index finger and looked around. The surrounding waves were still the same, and the light rain was rustling. He turned on the alert radar in his brain to 100%, but he didn't notice any hidden danger. ——The feeling of the body is also different from before, a wonderful feeling that is hard to describe, not tight, but a little soft, as if there is a swamp that is spreading up under his feet, and the soft mud is climbing along his body And up, and he strangely didn't want to struggle.
"I like acting. I don't know if you have ever had a feeling. Sometimes I feel very lonely for no reason. Sometimes in the banquet hall, I suddenly hear the lead singer's hoarse voice, and I look around with a glass of wine. , I don’t know who to tell. Sometimes I sit on the balcony in the early morning, watching the traffic in the distance, the long line of cars out of the city, and I don’t know where they are going, what is the story. — But when acting, I am not alone. In the play, there are brothers who take life and death lightly, friends who make promises, villains who put all their eggs in one basket, and a love that lasts forever. Every time I sit in the movie theater and watch my own play, I think, in my life, Even if you can meet one of these feelings, it is worth it." Fang Daichuan crossed his legs and looked at the sea level in the distance, a few seabirds flitted across the sea, their wings and feathers trembled, and their beaks let out a long and intense cry.
He came back to his senses, looked at Li Sinian with some embarrassment, and scratched his head: "Am I a little childish?"
Li Sinian looked back at him, and there was a gentle watery light in his light amber pupils, his voice was very soft, as if he didn't believe him: "You are very enthusiastic."
"Enthusiasm?" Fang Daichuan was confused by this adjective, "Forget it, as a foreigner, you can't ask too much of you in terms of the appropriateness of your words."
Li Sinian smiled, but did not refute.
I'm not kidding you, he thought, this puppy leg has always had a clumsy enthusiasm, all positive feelings for the world, for humans.
Realizing this, Li Sinian seemed to have seen the swamp just now, and the last part of his body fell into it, and finally sank.
The two sat for a while in a daze, the wind from the sea washed away the heat and humidity of the day and brought some coolness. I don't know where the sea breeze came from, bringing a subtle smell.
The ups and downs of the waves in the distance became bigger, white bubbles fluttered and churned, and more seabirds gathered, vying to eat the small bottom fish rolled up by the waves.
Li Sinian's entire body and mind were immersed in an indescribably soft emotion, and it was rare to see him lose his mind and lose his awareness of potential dangers. It wasn't until the waves hit the two of them's feet that Li Sinian accidentally looked down and saw the small deep-sea fish rolling up with the waves and the seabed slate and sand covered with marine life, he suddenly realized One night, the waves churned and the seabirds gathered was wrong.
"No!" He came back to his senses suddenly, pulled Fang Daichuan, and the two retreated quickly.
When a violent wave hit, the entire surface of the sea seemed to be a boiled cauldron, overflowing with foam. The place where the two of them had just stood was instantly split into a narrow gap. Moses looked like he was dividing the sea, and the sand and stone were swept into the sea along the breach of the island, filled with unknown animal carcasses. The whole island is like a piece of crispy biscuit, which is being grilled on the fire, and is about to break from the middle of the heat. Fang Daichuan was surprised to see the germination of this natural power.
"The precursor of the submarine volcano..." Li Sinian looked serious, his jaw line was tense, "That boss may not have lied!"
Fang Daichuan stepped on a sandpit. The sandpit itself was not strong, and was split in half by the vibration of the sea water. His right foot just stepped on it and sank directly into it. Just about to pull out his right foot, Fang Daichuan's heart suddenly trembled. ——The location of the bunker under the feet is the place where everyone buried the beer belly at the beginning. Because of the burial, the sand was not filled so solidly, so it was shocked by the shock of the seabed.
With some kind of terrifying idea, Fang Daichuan's right foot stuck in the sand dripped to the bottom of the pit.
"Li Sinian..." Li Sinian was still observing the situation on the sea surface, and when he heard his voice, he turned his head, only to see that Fang Daichuan's face was pale in the night, and a bead of cold sweat rolled down the side of his face clearly and sank into his collar.
What's wrong? Li Sinian showed a puzzled look, and followed his gaze to look at his feet.
At the foot of Fang Daichuan is a large human-shaped pit, and the floating sand has rolled away along the cracks opened by the coast not far away, leaving only the more stable sand on both sides. —The pit was empty, nothing.
Fang Daichuan's voice seemed a little panicked in the night, and his ending was broken in the air.
He said: "The body of the beer belly... is gone..."