His hands were covered with blood, not props, but real wounds. The sharp stinging pain was quietly reminding Lan Li that this was reality. His fingertips could even feel the wet and sticky blood, making the touch between his fingertips and drumsticks wonderful; but his brain was unprecedentedly awake, without struggle, pain, and at a loss, everything became clear.

It was like... it was like he could capture the trajectory of dust dancing under the light, even the trivial sound of air flow was like drizzle, and the gurgling stream was swelling in the eardrums. His pupils seemed to capture the trajectory of light flow, without missing a trace, and the entire photography crew could see it at all.

The whole process of the performance just now replayed in my mind again, just like a slide, the pain, the persistence, the concentration, the torture and those...breakthroughs, everything is presented in detail, even the struggles imprisoned in shackles and cages are no exception.

God, he loves acting so crazy.

A melody began to flow deep in his mind, over and over again, and again, he couldn't help but think of those years he had been crazy about the play.

"Buried alive", he trapped himself in the coffin for eight hours, and even fragments appeared during the shooting process, completely blurring the boundary between reality and illusion, as if he had experienced the pain and torture of death again. This time, he still watched himself buried alive, the torture of torn his soul deep into the bone marrow, which still makes people shudder even when they look back now.

"Fast and Furious 5", he and Van Diesel fought with their lives with real swords and guns. The fight between fists and flesh could even clearly smell the smell of blood, so that both of them were red in their eyes and fought selflessly. If there was a slight error, then he and Diesel might not be what they are now. Maybe their body would have to lose a certain part before they could stop.

"I am fighting cancer", he was immersed in the torment of illness, and in a daze, he returned to the bed of his previous life again, trapping himself firmly in the size of a palm, almost giving up his persistence in survival, and even triggering a physical aches, truly experiencing the painful torture of chemotherapy, struggling weakly and desperately on the ray of death, without seeing hope.

"Georgeal force" confuses the difference between reality and memory, and returns to Chu Jiashu's body. Even Heather's memory is entangled like a nightmare and cannot be escaped. At a certain moment, he almost thought that "Lanli Hall"'s life was a dream, and everything had never changed. When he opened his eyes again, everything returned to the cruel reality of high-level paraplegia.

There are also "Pacific War", "Love Madness", "Deliverance", "Drunk Country Songs", and... The "Explosive Drummer" who is now filming. Once, again, he always pushes himself to the edge of a cliff, dances wildly on the tip of a knife, and struggles on the ropes at high altitudes. The boundary between illusion and reality is always looming, and then he falls into the panic and confusion of schizophrenia, unable to extricate himself, and even more unable to get rid of it.

He released all his life energy into the performance, like a moth to a fire.

"You light up my life, like bullets, piercing my heart; the fragments of yours remain in my body; what's even more crazy is that I deeply love those holes covered with bruises and those holes covered with bruises."

The melody gurgled deep in his mind like a clear spring. He couldn't help but close his eyes and hummed softly. He seemed to be able to feel Andrew's drum beats in his ears. The musical notes and rhythms were cleverly combined, and the sentences from the depths of his soul blurted out.

Every performance was like being shot. The powerful collision and explosion made Lan Li's body scarred, but the fierce and hot sparks lit up his life and burst out with light. The bullet fragments left in the blood and muscles were all painful at all times.

But he enjoyed the most crazy things and was addicted to it.

Perhaps, he is indeed a madman, releasing all his energy in front of the camera in a free and ostentatious manner, and then looking at the countless wounds left on his body, the bright red blood flowing, and the faint pain and bitterness, he enjoys it because he is so real and so precise.

Live, not survive.

If thousands of arrows penetrate the heart can be exchanged for a vigorous ode to life, he will choose to nod without hesitation. Instead of being trapped in the cage and living alone for a lifetime, it is better to have a bright light and exist for a moment.

So he opened his arms, embraced the pain and torture, and faced the struggles and entanglements. Even if he did it again, he would still not regret it: he would still put himself in the coffin for eight hours, he would still fight Diesel with his life, he would still float and sink in the chemotherapy, he would still practice drumming until he was obsessed with it.

If that's the definition of a madman, then, yes, he's a madman.

"I need to know that you are heartbroken for me. The truth is that I am always trapped in it. The hurt is just to find the boundaries. This has disturbed me deeply. I need to know that I have left my wounds. I guess if you are finally free, are you still kissing me like you once, are you still protecting my secret?"

He dedicated his life to the performance, and the performance gave back colorful colors, and they were entangled together like fate. Perhaps, he was destined to become an actor, he was destined to shine in the world of performance, and he was destined to live on that stage.

"I always say it, which causes endless trouble."

He is always too honest, too straightforward, and too devoted. He never seems to have any turns or discounts in the world of performance, which has caused countless troubles; but it is precisely this calmness that has made him step by step to today and become what he is now. He will not regret it and there is no need to regret it.

"You light up my life, like a bullet piercing the heart; the fragments of yours remain in my body, and what's even more crazy is that I deeply love those holes covered with bruises and those holes covered with bruises."

The smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but rise gently, just as Heather said, "When the music talisman is flowing, I will realize that some things cannot be taken away from me after all by darkness." And when the performance is flowing with blood, he will also deeply feel that some things cannot be taken away from him after all by illness and torture.

To some extent, he and Heather were both madmen. Heather released all the energy of life for her dream, and finally put the weight of her dream on Lanli's shoulders. Now, Lanli carries the dream of the two of them and continues to move forward, just like the promise in the song "Beast".

This is their secret.

The melodies and lyrics in my mind sound like mutual hurt between lovers without regrets, but after careful chewing, isn’t it a bitter entanglement between dreams and reality?

In real life, how many people have dreams in their arms? How many people can realize their dreams? How many people can still stick to their dreams? The cruelty and coldness of reality are everywhere, from "drunk folk songs" to "explosive drummer", from Heather to Renli, everything confirms this, but in the end, even if it is just "having dreams", life will be different.

Although he had just ended an extremely difficult and tormenting performance, Lanli's physical strength and energy had reached a subtle critical point, and deep fatigue surged like a tide, but the pleasure and happiness in his heart were irreplaceable. Since the "Pacific War", Lanli has felt unprecedented ease and comfort for the first time.

Inadvertently, he finally broke through the window paper again, covered in scars, staggered, and pushed open the door to a new world with blood, and then peeked into a higher-level world of acting, which was a joy and joy that could not be accurately expressed in any language.

The muscles of the body showed a little soreness and fatigue, but Lan Li didn't want to rest at all, but was ready to continue to experience it, carefully and slowly savored the state and state of the performance, extracted more insights, and simply wanted to immerse it in and wander around freely.

The beauty of this moment makes the pain and torture beautiful and graceful.

...

There was still no sound in Alice Talley Hall. Damien seemed to have completely forgotten that this was a shooting. He stood there blankly, staring at the stage motionlessly. Those performances, those performances, those emotions, and those breakthroughs once again awakened the high school memories in his mind. But now, he could not tell clearly whether he hated the teacher of Fletcher's prototype, or... thanks.

But at the end, Damien came to his senses. He coughed twice in a mess, concealed his panic, and then stammered, "...Ka! Kaka!" Then he paused, "This scene, well...I mean, this scene is very good, but...but we still need to take the shot."

In fact, these words were completely unconscious. Even Damien himself didn't know what he was saying, but after saying it, he completely reacted, and his cheeks became slightly hot.

In this scene just now, Lanli and Simmons' performances were definitely top-notch. Although all his eyes were still focused on Lanli, no one could compare with his dazzling and powerful aura; but Simmons still gritted his teeth and gave a performance that was not inferior, which fully interpreted the positional changes of Andrew and Fletcher.

Now, both actors seem a little exhausted. But Damien still asks for a reshoot. Isn't this too much?

Note: Bulletsvega4
Chapter completed!