Great Artist: Chapter 2008 alone

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Looking at Eden Hudson's lonely and pale face, Evan Bell couldn't bear it. He thought about the terrible years when he was just reborn, the alienation of his parents, the betrayal of his girlfriend and friends, the pressure of life... Evan Bell would not say a word for the first three years , not only because of the shock of rebirth, but also because of his heart ashes. At that time, Evan Bell was already alone in the world. Even if he was reborn, he might as well turn into a ghost through a car accident. This kind of feeling that the whole world is gray - not black, but a gray one - is like a gray behemoth, bit by bit gnawing at the body and devouring the soul.

Eden Hudson in front of him seems to be in such a state. The whole world seems to be only me, no one can hear his struggles, no one can feel his own pain, no one is aware of his existence.

"Hey, hey, is anyone there? Because I can't hear any sound." Evan Bell hummed in a low voice, his voice was very soft, and was easily blown away in the raging wind, Like broken moonlight in the air, scattered all over the ground, exuding a cold blue light, "alone, alone, I don't know where my world is, at this moment I am lost."

Evan Bell didn't turn around, he just leaned on the railing of the balcony, closed his eyes, and felt the silence surrounded by the darkness and the coldness surrounded by the cold wind. In an instant, his life was reversed, and the darkness and coldness around him was infused into his blood, "I was on the verge of collapse, shouting my name, screaming like a fool, sometimes I closed my eyes and pretended to be everything It's all good, but it's not enough. Because of my echo (), my echo is the only voice that responds to me, my shadow, and my shadow is the only friend that accompanies me."

Eden Hudson's pale face calmed down like this. Not only did the wild laughter just seem to have consumed all his energy and physical strength, he was like a photo of Evan Bell's voice that had absorbed all the colors. Bit by bit turned black and white, and then leaned against the rattan chair feebly and empty, letting the loneliness and sadness crowded from all directions engulf him.

Evan Bell's voice was like spring water slowly falling from a snow-capped mountain. It was crystal clear, but it was bone-chilling cold. The clear and almost transparent blue made the world change its color. "Listen, please listen, if you really can't do anything I'll have to whisper, but no, no, you can come and save me, I'm chasing the voice in my head like crazy."

This is a dialogue between myself and myself. It is like standing in an empty city, surrounded by crowded steel forests, busy rivers, and crowded shoulders, but no object can respond to me. No one will pay attention to himself, even if he screams to the point of hoarseness, even if he collapses to pieces, even if the pain is unbearable. In that quiet and vast space, only the echoes that echoed from the collision with the hard object, and the long and long figure dragging under the illumination of the light, responded to him.

Like a lunatic in a mental hospital, shouting his name "Evan Bell", and responding to the distant echo "Evan Bell", whispering his loneliness to the dark shadow on the ground , but the shadow could not give any answer except to follow the foot and walk continuously.

What kind of despair is this, the loneliness and pain that makes normal people become lunatic. The shadow is his only friend, and the echo is the only object of his conversation. There are countless people and things around him, but they seem to be in different time and space, and there is no response. This makes anyone think that they are a lone soul, wandering alone and lonely in a different space.

"I'm on the verge of collapse, shouting my name, screaming like a fool, sometimes I close my eyes and pretend I'm all right, but it's not enough. Because of my echo, my echo is the only one Respond to my voice, my shadow, my shadow is the only friend with me."

Eden Hudson raised his head, raised it high, even though the muscles in his cheeks and whole body were screaming pain in protest, but he still raised his head stubbornly. Just because the wetness in his eyes will solidify into tears, which will soon fall down, he doesn't want this, because it will make him extremely desolate.

Tears can flow, but only in the bottom of my heart. It's not Mammy's funeral, and it's not worth it to cry for Dylan Hudson, Kathy Hudson. But why, why did the eyes still become blurred, and why did the dry eye sockets still become moist. Damn Evan Bell, **** it!

"I don't want to sink here, I want to live wonderfully, I want to see you again; I don't want to sink into it, I want to live wonderfully, I want to see you again, again."

Evan Bell's voice became more and more firm in the raging wind, and the ding-dong melody slowly flowed in his heart, as if a tenacity force all the sadness, pain, loneliness, and loneliness are all gone. torn to pieces. "Just my echo, my shadow, you are my only friends. On the verge of breaking down inside, shouting my name, screaming like a fool, sometimes I close my eyes and pretend I'm all right, But it's not enough."

Eden Hudson couldn't hold back after all, he pulled up the blanket, covered his head, bit his lower lip tightly, and then pushed harder, harder, cursing in his heart," Damn Evan Bell, God, **** it." But the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly began to outline, little by little, like the crescent of a new moon, little by little Arc, but heartbreakingly beautiful.

In addition to the shadow, there is at least Evan Bell - even the **** Evan Bell.

"It's just my echo, echo, my shadow, shadow. Hey, hey, is anyone there?" Evan Bell's voice was like a whisper of his own, and it was like calling out to the empty city of Los Angeles. Or shouting tirelessly about your own life.

"Hey, is anyone here?" Such an echo was shattered by the raging sea breeze in Los Angeles. Not to mention there was an echo, it was impossible to even spread it out, but standing in place, Evan Bell noticed it. The response is not one's own echo, nor one's own shadow.

The darkness brightened little by little, the cold was dissipated little by little, the illusory penetrated into reality, and when he opened his eyes, Evan Bell not only saw the halo everywhere in the City of Angels, but also felt other things on the balcony. the existence of a person. Yeah, how lucky he's been in his life, he's not alone anymore, he's got Katherine and Teddy, he's got Eden, and Annie, Blake, and that whole bunch of friends from Studio Eleven, And music and movies and...

Evan Bell turned his head to look at Eden Hudson. The guy put the blanket over his head and didn't know if he fell asleep.

The same is true for Eden Hudson. Although he no longer has those terrible parents, he still has Evan, Teddy and Katherine by his side, still has a group of friends from Eleven Studio, and still has countless possibilities. The answer to his call was definitely not just an echo.

"What's the name of this song?" Eden Hudson's voice came muffled from under the blanket, still cold and unable to distinguish emotions. But Evan Bell knew that Eden Hudson had calmed down, because this tone was the Eden Hudson he was familiar with, compared to the Eden Hudson who was laughing to the point of madness just now Well, this is the iceberg that Evan Bell knew.

Evan Bell didn't answer immediately, he paused before saying, "'Echo ()'."

There was no sound between the two again, and after a long time, I heard Evan Bell jokingly say, "Aren't you afraid of hypoxia? Do you want me to shout, 'Hey, is there anyone?' You won't be like this Hypocritical?"

Hearing Evan Bell's nonsense words, the quiet and slightly sad atmosphere just now was swept away. Eden Hudson suddenly pulled the blanket down and looked at Evan Bell viciously. , "The hypocritical thing is how are you! Who sang the song just now!"

In the end, Evan Bell didn't care at all, Shi Shiran said, "There is still a reaction, not bad, better than expected. I thought you were going to suffocate yourself~www.mtlnovel.com~ It's nothing new. s Choice."

Eden Hudson stood up with the blanket in his arms. He didn't say anything, but suddenly dashed towards Evan Bell, startling Evan Bell, he shrank back directly, his waist He hit the railing directly, "Alas!" Evan Bell cried out in pain involuntarily.

Eden Hudson saw that his goal had been achieved, and the corner of his mouth drew a faint arc, "Don't worry, if I want to commit suicide, I will definitely execute you first." Then he turned around and entered the living room with the blanket in his arms.

Evan Bell walked in while rubbing his waist, "Cut, as you look weak now, you still don't know who executed whom."

Eden Hudson just said coldly, "Are you on your period?" The subtext is: You are so long-winded. It made Evan Bell's eyes widen, but before Evan Bell blew his hair, Eden Hudson walked straight to his room and slammed the door shut. , leaving Evan Bell alone in the hall stunned.

But soon, Evan Bell showed a smile. Although he was injured, at least Eden Hudson was finally back to normal. Otherwise, imagine an iceberg of a time bomb standing beside you. Just thinking about this picture makes people shudder.

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