The Greatest Showman

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Dreams and reality have been completely confused, the so-called boundaries have lost their meaning, Renly's life, Chu Jiashu's life, the vastness of the universe, the narrowness of the hospital bed, the beauty of dreams, the cruelty of reality... all of them have been It has become a chaos, and now, he has no way to think and distinguish:

To live, or to die. This is the only struggle in the soul. There is no dream, no freedom, no hope. So, what is the difference between life and death?

He was slurred and drooling even when he spoke, and he was even denied the right to shake his head and refuse. He refused, he didn't want to continue to live like this.

Therefore, even looking at the broken Ding Yanan, he knew that he was so cruel, but the words continued to gushed, not even a complete syllable.

"Yeah, so I'm a selfish bastard, I chose to give up, not you, I gave up on you, I gave up on myself, let me go, please let me go, okay? I'm already sleepy here Having lived this long, I don't want to be stuck here forever, and I don't want to be stuck here forever. It shouldn't be like this, things shouldn't be like this."

As he spoke, he burst into tears again, looking at his mother earnestly and earnestly, "Please, let go, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." , and then he began to cough violently, as if he was about to spit out his lungs.

In the hazy sight, he stared at the familiar and unfamiliar face, and those memories that he thought were gradually forgotten were awakened one by one in the corner.

I haven't seen him for a long time, but that face doesn't seem to have aged, it still looks like in memory, every wrinkle on his forehead is because of himself; those bloody fingers sting his heart even more , truly reminded him that she paid the price of her life for him.

"Mom." The moment he said the words, he burst into tears, it's really been a long time, "Let me free, okay?"

At the same time, it also frees you.

He can embrace freedom, and she can embrace freedom, death is always painful, but one day it will come, only when he leaves, she can start life again.

After putting on the braces, for the first time, his voice was accurately transmitted, but like a dagger, it was stabbed into Ding Yanan's chest. In the hazy vision, he only saw Ding Yanan standing there with a look of astonishment and sadness in his eyes, tears completely bursting, and standing there at a loss.

The two looked at each other quietly, but refused to give in to each other. The silence was slowly spreading. In the end, Ding Yanan was defeated. She shook her head, shaking her head desperately, but she couldn't say a word. He could only quickly leave the ward and flee.

But he couldn't do anything, he was still stuck on this hospital bed, he could only watch his mother's back disappear completely, his body didn't react at all, like a marionette, motionless. Then, even the vision became blurred, and all the scenery seemed to disappear into tears.

Living like this is better than dying.

"You are a coward."

A crisp and soft voice came from his ear, and he turned his head in a conditioned reflex, and then he saw the figure standing beside the hospital bed, wearing a familiar hospital gown, and the large clothes hung empty on the bed. Above the thin shoulders, it is like a sackcloth.

This is because her body muscles are shrinking little by little, and her thin body gradually has only one skeleton left. The clothes that fit her have gradually become wider, reminding bystanders all the time. She is walking towards death step by step.

Everyone knows this, but everyone avoids talking about it. Only they are always pretending to be lighthearted, turning those sad things into hilarious jokes, and even laughing. They, that's him and Heather Cross.

"..." Heather, Heather actually stood beside the hospital bed like this, but their roles were reversed, and the person lying on the hospital bed became him; the person standing beside the bed, became Heather. He couldn't help widening his eyes, his brain had completely lost the ability to think.

Between the role changes, the boundaries between reality and fantasy began to blur. He had completely lost his judgment. The chaos was becoming more and more turbulent. Is he Chu Jiashu or Ren Li? Is this fantasy or reality? What is a dream and what is reality? More importantly, isn't Heather dead?

Everything seems to be messed up, completely messed up. Could it be that he has begun to have a fantasy?

He was dumbfounded, and he couldn't help opening his mouth slightly, staring at Heather in front of him, unable to make a sound at all. He tried to reach out his right hand to touch Heather's rosy cheek, but then found himself unable to move, and that frustration turned into anger in an instant.

Heather's eyes could not help flashing a trace of tears, and slowly sat down at the end of the bed, "Also, you should know clearly that those are all excuses, you chose to give up, but pushed all the faults. On other people, ostensibly to free your family, but in reality, it's just that you refuse to keep fighting, you don't want to keep fighting. You're a coward."

Heather's eyes were so bright and vivid, the little tears shone brightly, as if carrying the stars in the sky, that halo burst out with vigor, fresh and agile.

Involuntarily, his vision was covered with a layer.

Thin tears, embarrassed and grand.

Subconsciously, he wanted to raise his right hand to wipe away the embarrassment and embarrassment from the corner of his eyes, but then he found that his body was still unconscious, so he could only close his eyes, let the tears fall, and then tightly and tightly. He closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth tightly, and didn't let his emotions leak out.

At this moment, he is so fragile, like a newborn baby, all defense lines, all masks, and all equipment are completely confiscated, and Chi Guoguo shows his most vulnerable and true side.

A faint warmth came from his cheeks, a small hand gently wiped away the tears on his cheeks, and then Heather's soft laugh could be heard, "This is the second time I've seen your fragility."

He slowly opened his eyes, showing a puzzled look.

Heather seemed to understand immediately and explained, "The first time was in the hospital garden, when you composed the song 'The Beast'. Remember?" Heather retracted her fingertips and said with a smile, "In the In your melody and lyrics, there is your vulnerability, and it is only at that moment that you become real."

"Before that, you looked like a perfect Prince Charming, the object of every little girl's involuntary crush, but when she grew up, she forgot it in a blink of an eye; but after that day, everything changed, It must be different." Heather's eyes showed a trace of nostalgia, as if entering into the fragments of memory.

He couldn't help but froze for a while, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Heather shyly pursed the corners of her mouth, and then smiled generously, "Why, can't a girl be bolder when it comes to the object of her crush? Besides, you've already seen my secret, haven't you? It would be ridiculous to continue to cover up now. I am not a white lotus."

"Pfft." He couldn't help but chuckled. After a short pause, they saw the narrowness in Heather's eyes, and the two of them laughed happily at the same time.

Before they knew it, the two of them gradually became quiet, stared at each other, did not speak, just let the air flow slowly, and then the sadness and despair, the helplessness and pain, like a rising tide, reappeared again. Fill the silent space completely.

"I know, it's not easy." Heather broke the silence.

"Believe me, I know better than anyone else. I know what it's like to see my end and destiny clearly. No matter how I fight, it's useless. I also know what it's like to chase dreams and embrace freedom. It is already extremely difficult to say, but it is even more difficult to execute, and you can't even see the direction, what is it like."

After a short pause, Heather's voice sank, "I also know how easy and simple it is to choose to give up, and how difficult and painful it is to choose to persist. Those who have not experienced it, the difficulties they imagine are more difficult than the reality. For less than 1 in 10,000, they will never understand."

"We're all the same," said Heather softly, with a poignant and lonely smile. "Now, I finally know. We're all the same."

The two exchanged a glance, and a trace of forbearance flashed in their eyes, but after a slight struggle, they quietly fell into a calm forbearance.

It's like standing at the height of the universe, only a piece of dust can be seen in the line of sight, everything is calm and calm; but in the dust world under the microscope, the sky is falling apart, the mountains are roaring and the tsunami is roaring, that kind of pain, only Dust can only be understood by itself. Others are just bystanders, after all, just another world.

Through dreams, through reality, and through... life and death. He and she finally reunited again and saw each other's truest faces. They are not special dream chasers, they are just ordinary people struggling on the line of life and death, trying to break free from the shackles of fate and have in their own lives Fragrant moment.

Even if it is fleeting, there is no regret.

Heather didn't go on talking. Those principles were taught to her by him once, but now it is she who wakes him up. He and she, like two sides of a mirror, clearly saw their own projections.

"Remember, how it all started?" Heather gave a big smile, "I mean, all of it, not just the 'Pacific War,' not just getting rid of the shackles and pressures of the family, But here, everything starts from here, remember when the seeds first began to sprout, what was that scene?"

"Truman".

He remembers, he remembers.

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