Chapter 533 Without Saying a Word
As soon as he sat down, the red sofa opened its bloody mouth and swallowed Anson whole, leaving only a golden head, like a mushroom.
However, Anson did not resist, sitting quietly on the sofa, curled up awkwardly and stiffly into a ball, looking up at the ceiling, his mind went blank -
It was not that he had no ideas.
On the contrary, there are really too many thoughts in my mind, and thousands of thoughts are rushing to my head, and there is no way to sort them out for a while.
He didn't know what was going on with his father. He really doesn't want to go to school today. Will Lucas make it in time? What if dad sneaks away. Will you be given a warning if you are late to school? What class is this morning? Mr. Ruth's office is actually covered in spider webs. If Mr. Ruth asked the parents to come, should he call the father in?
It seems that he has no choice.
The messy thoughts emerged one after another, but disappeared before they could be unfolded. They were like a messy ball of yarn. After searching for it, the clues were lost, and finally they fell into a blank.
No sadness, no loss, no pain, no irritability, no anger.
Nothing, just blank space.
He stared blankly at the ceiling, waiting patiently for Mr. Ruth's reprimand.
Time freezes at this moment.
Harris watched the camera lock on Anson, the picture completely frozen, watching the time gurgling on Anson's shoulders motionlessly.
There was no movement or expression, just a profile of Anson's face, but it was inexplicably sad, like a butterfly standing gently on the flowers.
The golden sunlight falls on the wings of the butterfly, flowing brightly and brilliantly. It is so gorgeous but so fragile that it may break with the slightest touch, so that you hold your breath and keep a distance, not daring to get close easily.
Alex turned his head awkwardly and rubbed his eyes hastily.
Eric noticed, but he made no move.
Eric stared intently and quietly at the blond boy not far away -
He understood, he understood everything.
Those trivial worries, those heavy emotions, those faint sorrows are not earth-shattering disasters, nor are they the pain of life, separation, and death. For those people who are really in dire straits, their troubles seem insignificant, or even trivial. Even ashamed to say it.
But they are real.
Like a gurgling stream, it flows gently, slowly and quietly, flowing through the ankles, through the calves, and through the knees. It quietly rolls up the body and dives into the bottom of the water, waiting for the person who realizes that the stream has flooded the chest. It was already too late, and then I just followed the flowing water and escaped into a deep blue.
The unfathomable deep blue.
He tried to breathe, struggled, and shouted, but he had no strength.
Sometimes, he wonders, is there no end to youth?
He was really tired of being seventeen. Why was seventeen so long and never ending? He might never get out of this haze.
Slowly, slowly disappear.
The blond boy is him, but he is not him, he is just another weak soul trapped in youth.
Eric blinked, he thought he was going to cry.
But no.
The eyes were dry, no tears, no warmth, nothing.
There is only confusion.
The camera, like time, like their seventeen years old, is frozen in place, motionless.
One second, two seconds...
Thirty seconds, sixty seconds...
Gus stared intently at the monitor screen, watching Anson sitting quietly on the sofa breathing. No words or movements were needed, but the characters and story in front of him began to breathe, and everything suddenly became alive.
This is the movie moment -
Break time and space, get rid of the plot and lines, let the camera and the actors collide, allow the audience to breathe with the camera and feel the beating of the heart.
Audiences often like explosive moments, whether it is plot, performance or the energy released by computer special effects; but the real test of a director is those moments when he slows down, calms down, and feels the pulse.
An atmosphere. a state.
Finally, Gus waited.
There was no sound in the audience, just watching Anson's breathing. In fact, Anson was just dazed for a moment, completely unaware of the passage of time. He briefly wandered into the sky, letting his thoughts spread in the void and his body falling into the abyss.
Then.
Without warning, Anson withdrew his thoughts and returned to reality.
He adjusted his sitting posture, tried to straighten his back, and looked at Mr. Ruth calmly.
Anson thought Mr. Ruth would speak.
But he didn't.
Mr. Russ folded his hands on his chest, leaned on his desk, and looked at Anson.
Neither of them spoke.
Mr. Ruth could notice the uneasiness and anxiety in Anson's eyes, which were quietly hidden under the calmness. He did not speak the words that had reached his lips after all, and swallowed them all, with a little helplessness between his brows.
Mr. Ruth stood up straight, put down his arms, then turned back to the desk and stood behind the chair with an expression of helplessness and trouble.
After struggling for a moment, Mr. Russ still looked at Anson.
“Go to class.”
“But don’t be late for detention after school.”
Harris' camera focused on Mr. Ruth.
Outside the camera, Anson struggled to stand up, still immersed in his own thoughts, walking heavily in front of the camera, keeping his gaze on the ground, nodding invisibly, but not sure if he heard it.
Harris' camera naturally follows Anson's footsteps as he leaves Mr. Ruth's office.
As soon as he went out, he could notice that Anson took a deep breath to regain his focus, and seemed to have returned to normal -
The teacher's office was full of people, including teachers and students.
"Sorry, ma'am, we need to sign and leave."
Directly in front of them is a couple who are popular on campus. If Anson remembers correctly, that boy is on the school football team, and many girls have a crush on him.
Obviously, Anson didn't want to attract any attention.
What to do?
Anson raised his head and glanced around, finding a poor excuse to cover himself up, "Hey, where was that photo taken?"
Anson pointed to the landscape photos on the wall and asked the busy teacher.
"Hawaii. Maui."
Anson was a little uncomfortable, arranging his hair and clothes, trying to hide his embarrassment, and deliberately looked at the photo again with admiration. Liang, "Wow, beautiful!"
The teacher noticed Anson's abnormality.
She walked forward, "Do you need help?"
Anson paused and suddenly remembered, "Yes." He took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, "My brother will come over and get these keys later."
Teacher, "Okay."
Anson, "He will come over at about half past eleven."
The teacher took out a brown paper envelope, "Put it in the envelope, and write your brother's name."
"Luca, oh, Lucas, his name is Lucas."
The camera moves forward quietly——
Leaving Anson.
Harris pushed forward and moved sideways, taking in the entire teacher's office. Others were still talking and busy.
"Stuck!"
Gus's voice came, breaking the calm, but there was no sound in the entire space, and his heart stopped beating.
Could it be that it’s NG again?
(End of this chapter)