Chapter 2006: 2006 Fragmented
Life should be born to embrace freedom, no one can restrain the broad wings and imprison life in a cage. nobody.
Watching the program group manipulate Meryl to replace Lauren as Truman's partner, and even use Truman's filial piety to his mother to prevent him from pursuing his true happiness; watching the program group play with Truman's longing and admiration for his father , Let "father" become the demon and fetters that prevent Truman from leaving Paradise Island again and again; watching the program group use Truman's trust in Malone, let the so-called friendship become a way to hurt Truman and deceive Truman Tools; watching the program group manipulate a false tsunami, pretending to be God, and devouring Truman's life with one wave after another...
The unspeakable anger surged, making Leonardo's muscles tense, watching Christopher, who claimed to be God, desperately wanted to kill a living life, just to complete A variety show, the fear and coldness of entertainment to death swept one after another, making Leonardo unable to breathe.
Truman, who was lying motionless on the bow of the boat, seemed as if his freedom had been pulled out of his vitality bit by bit. There was an indescribable shock, which set off a turbulent sea in his heart. Therefore, when Truman moved slightly and began to groan in pain, Leonardo could no longer bear the vitality that represented freedom to survive, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was gently outlined like this.
Truman did it, and he survived Christopher's self-proclaimed God!
Truman crawled on the bow of the ship in embarrassment, vomiting continuously, as if he wanted to vomit out all his internal organs, his amber eyes became blurred, and in a daze, Truman untied the cables that bound him. , and then stumbled around groping around. He couldn't even stand up. Just when he stood up, his legs gave way and he fell to the cabin, his forehead hit the deck hard, and the focus that had just gathered in his eyes began to loosen again. open.
But even so, Truman still didn't give up. He fumbled again and tried to stand up, and then found the cable of the mast, and pulled up the sail bit by bit. That pale face without any blood seemed to dissipate in the sea breeze at any time, but Truman clenched his teeth tightly, one after another, even if his hands were trembling slightly, as if a little more strength would make him He seemed to be collapsing, but he still managed to pull the sail up again with all his strength.
The persistent stubbornness shines brightly in the fragile pupils. Leonardo himself didn't realize it, but his cheeks were already wet with tears, but he couldn't wipe away the tears, he couldn't even move a finger, he could only open his mouth slightly and look at the last point Truman, who was struggling with strength, allowed his emotions to slowly permeate.
The sails were finally pulled up, and the boat set sail again. Truman sat on the bow of the boat, raised his head slightly, and let the sea breeze blow his face. The scars and bruises on his face did not stop the slightly raised smile at the corner of his mouth, and the sparkle in his shining eyes was shining like never before. Happiness and joy, as if you can embrace freedom by opening your arms.
Even without any language, it can easily impress every soul yearning for freedom.
The boat was facing the boundless horizon, and the blue sky and white clouds at the far end seemed to be endless, but at this moment, the sailboat seemed to hit something, and there was a loud noise, and the strong resistance made the unprepared Truman go straight He buried his head and fell down, and then the boat stopped. Truman looked around blankly, the blue sky and white clouds in front of him seemed a bit strange, he climbed to the stern of the boat with hands and feet, and then saw that strange scene.
The mast in front of the sailboat actually pierced a big hole in the middle of the blue sky and white clouds in front of it. The big black hole didn't match the surrounding blue sky and white clouds at all. Standing on the mast, Truman looked at the blue that was close at hand, his face was full of confusion, his breathing slowed down, and he looked around in a daze, as if he didn't know what to do.
In the end, Truman hesitantly stretched out his right hand, and stretched out his hand towards the blue, but the closer he got, the slower his speed became, and his fingertips began to tremble violently, with almost no way to control it. Stopped straight ahead. Truman carefully looked at the shadow cast by his palm on the blue patch, his eyes began to tremble slightly, and then his right hand slowly, slowly, and lightly touched the blue patch.
This is not fantasy. The rough touch was so real, so hard, and so solid, that Truman felt an unprecedented reality. He couldn't help but closed his eyes, let out a soft moan, and then moved his right hand slowly, rubbing Looking at the "blue sky" in front of him, he found that it was not a blue sky at all, but...but...Truman opened his eyes again, raised his head and looked carefully at the perfect blue sky and white clouds, but it was not at all. Not really the sky, just a wall of planks.
Just a wooden wall?
Truman's amber pupils revealed an inconceivable expression, as if the whole world was beginning to fall apart. He shook his head lightly, unable to believe his own judgment. Then he tightened his right hand into a fist and lightly tapped Twice, so hard, so solid - a completely wooden wall, the dull sound almost hit Truman's heart hard like a hammer.
The beating with his fist became more and more forceful, and even Truman rushed forward, hitting the wooden wall with his right shoulder, once, again, again... I only hope to break this bondage, rush to the outside world. But all the efforts were in vain, the impact of Truman's impact became weaker and weaker, and his whole body slowly knelt down on the poop deck, his face full of despair, as if all the light in the world had dimmed.
But Truman still stubbornly kept hitting the wooden wall in front of him with his right hand. His strength was getting weaker and weaker, but he was still unwilling to give up. In the end, he lost all strength and could only lean on the wall and bump his head lightly. The walls, those helpless and dazed eyes were filled with tears, the surging despair almost drained the last bit of strength in his body, he didn't even have the strength to shout, even to cry, but even In this way, the palm of the right hand is still beating the wall gently and slowly, as if waiting for someone to hear his cry for help, someone to take him out of this bondage.
Leonardo gritted his teeth in embarrassment, his muscles curled up, and the turbulent tears kept venting, which almost made him unable to breathe. Even though he opened his mouth wide and breathed heavily, the air in his lungs was still getting bigger and bigger. few. All emotions exploded at this moment. Looking at the despair on Truman's face, Leonardo wanted to open his mouth and shout, he wanted to go forward to help Truman, he wanted to break free from the chains on his body, but he couldn't move, that fear, that sadness , That kind of despair made Leonardo sit stiffly like a mummy, letting his tears burst.
Tom Cruise has also completely collapsed. The hot tears caught him off guard. He wanted to look down for a tissue in embarrassment, but he was unwilling to take his eyes off the big screen. He longed for Truman to go out. more eager than anyone. Between conflicts and entanglements, he could only stare blankly at the big screen, letting his tears destroy all defenses in his heart.
As if his whole body was exhausted, Truman slowly slid down from the stern mast, and then he found a narrow path along the edge of the wooden wall. His feet quickly stepped on the ground, looking at the endless path in front of him, he didn't know where the end of this place would lead, but his desperate eyes were filled with hope again, and the light released from his pupils Lit up the whole face.
Truman took a step forward, one step after another.
Truman looked at the blue sky above his head in astonishment, the world he had lived in for thirty years, all the familiar blue sky, white clouds and sea, but at this moment they were so strange, his steps became faster and faster, timidly The hesitant footsteps gradually became firmer with every landing.
Then Truman saw a staircase in front of him, but there were only a dozen steps, as if it was a staircase leading to heaven. Truman stepped on the steps carefully, every step was so heavy, full of countless fears. He didn't know what he was going to face, and he didn't know if he could go to the outside world. If he really succeeded, what would the outside world look like?
The fear of the unknown made Truman's steps unprecedentedly heavy, but he still took one step after another, and walked firmly to the landing on the stairs, and then he found a door hidden in the wooden wall of the blue sky and white clouds.
Before Truman could react, the door opened directly, causing Truman to take half a step back in shock, and then the white clouds above his head cleared away, revealing the appearance of the sun, and a voice sounded like a god in the sky, "Truman .You can talk and I can hear you." It's Christopher!
Truman looked at the sky above his head, his face was confused, but his eyes were shining with firm light, "Who are you?"
Christopher said to Truman, "I am a creator, creating a much-anticipated TV show."
There was a trace of bewilderment in Truman's gaze, "Then who am I?"
"You're the star of the show!" Christopher said excitedly.
Truman nodded his chin slightly, but a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Is everything fake?" The light in those amber eyes was so real and fragile.
"You, it's true! That's why so many people look at you." Christopher said emotionally, but Truman shook his chin slightly, pursed his lips hard, and turned around without any hesitation. Christopher said hurriedly to, "Listen, Truman, the world out there is as false as the world I gave you. Same lies, same deceit, but in my world, you have nothing to fear. I know you better than you Own."
Truman was unwilling to turn around, and shook his head irritably, "But you can't install a camera in my brain."
"You're scared, so you can't go." Christopher said softly, Truman's back was frozen at the door, motionless, as if he couldn't even move a finger.