The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 286 A glance for ten thousand years

Peter, have an idea.

An outrageous idea of ​​a bold, crazy adventure, an idea that he would 100% disagree with when he was sober and calm, an idea that if he missed this moment, he might never dare to take that step.

Peter thought he was crazy.

however.

What's even more amazing is that those thoughts are popping up like wild weeds in spring, and they can't be stopped. In the blink of an eye, they have filled up the whole head like weeds, and are on the verge of exploding.

So, he did just that.

He looked at Mary Jane, so sincerely, so nakedly, so openly, and if it was a little quieter, he could hear the sound of his heart hitting his chest hard.

"I said,"

"Spider-Man, Mary Jane's greatest strength is..."

"When you look into her eyes and she looks back at you..."

One word, one sentence.

Naked and open.

Mary-Jane was eager to try and full of expectations, and the smile on her lips bloomed unreservedly. It was not only excitement and excitement, but also some gossip and curiosity; but slowly, slowly, the turbulent emotions gradually faded away.

Mary - simply looked into Peter's eyes. This seemed to be the first time she looked at Peter's eyes seriously. In the past, Peter always wore glasses, so she didn't even notice that Peter had blue eyes. Later, when she noticed, she didn't make eye contact. Look carefully, after all, they are just friends.

Until now.

The calm blue can capture traces of the waves in the depth, gathering bit by bit, seemingly a little scared, hesitant and uneasy, wandering hesitantly, but eventually it surged.

Peter's words were like a spell, and the imaginary scene in his mind overlapped with the real world in reality. Mary Jane thought Peter was talking to Spider-Man, but at this time, it seemed that Peter was talking to herself.

Involuntarily, the beating of the heart gradually lost control.

Gradually, it became quiet, and although the smile still stayed on the corner of her mouth, Mary Jane could see that her reflection in those blue eyes was slowly becoming clearer.

She looked at him, he looked at her, and she looked into his eyes.

hum.

The world quieted down, and there were only the two of them.

"Everything...will become special..."

Peter's voice became softer and softer, falling lightly and softly on the eardrums. Mary-Jane carefully searched for the light in those eyes, which were filled with stars and sea, and she fell little by little.

time. space.

Just press the pause button.

Even Mary-Jane herself didn't realize it.

"Because you will feel stronger...but also more vulnerable..."

Strength is when two people face the wind and rain side by side and use a hard shell to fight against the cold weather of the world.

Fragile, but willing to show one's weakness in front of the one you love, longing for dependence, hugging, and tenderness.

"Because, you will feel excited...but at the same time, you will also feel scared..."

Excited because it is rare to have.

Fear is due to fear of loss.

Bathed in Peter's sight, Mary-Jane was in a daze, and the gentle and bright eyes lightly enveloped her completely.

So, is it her? Is she the person he's talking about?

She saw herself in those pupils.

One glance, ten thousand years.

So focused, so soulful, so pure.

It's like a moth flying into a flame.

But he danced carefully next to her, watching her wholeheartedly, as if she was the sun and he was the earth, and the whole world revolved around her, dazzled for a while. Then, they were the only ones left in this space.

Him and her.

A thought penetrated into the depths of Mary Jane's soul like lightning, and she stared at Peter blankly, blankly, and quietly, slowly melting in that gentle gaze.

Caught off guard, his eyes became moist and his vision blurred.

He understands her.

Not only heard, but fully understood, he truly saw her.

at last.

Some people saw it, and some people heard it——

She stood alone in a deserted land, shouting, running away, and struggling.

She can't find an exit, has no direction, and doesn't even know what she wants, because she has never really owned anything of her own, not even a dream.

She just grabbed a lifebuoy in a hurry, eager to guide herself out of that hell forever.

However, she was disappointed again and again. Not only was she disappointed with those people, but she was also disappointed with herself. She didn't know how she could be so stupid. Even she couldn't figure out why she had fallen to this point.

No one understands her. Including herself.

Maybe she deserves all her predicaments.

until now.

Finally, someone heard her, not the unparalleled hero who came to save her on the colorful auspicious clouds, because what she needed was not rescue, but companionship.

One companion is enough, and she will rely on her own strength to move forward.

move. sad. Fragile. strong. despair. struggle.

Those tear-filled eyes were filled with countless emotions, but this time, she finally saw herself clearly in his pupils——

The most authentic look.

Even she herself had never really seen what she didn't really understand, and it was now reflected in the eyes of the man in front of her.

"The truth is, you don't know what it feels like, you just know who you want to be."

"It's like completing an unattainable dream, but not being prepared at all."

He spoke softly, but gently touched her bruises all over her body. It didn't hurt, but she could clearly feel every wound along the way.

Maybe, even she has forgotten the reason why she chose to become an actor in the first place, but he still remembers it.

is her. It's her too.

The boundary between performance and reality is broken in this way, and the fourth wall has disappeared. However, the mood and emotions are still immersed in it and cannot extricate themselves.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

The heart beats gently above the eardrums.

Echoes, hovering.

Kristen's mind went completely blank, she opened her mouth slightly, and slowly fell under the gaze of those eyes. The acceleration of the free fall firmly grasped her heart, but miraculously, she had no fear at all.

Passing through a patch of gold and falling into a pool of blue, the powerful impact shattered all the armor deep in the soul. The barriers between performance and reality were also torn apart, and the beating heart roared above the eardrums.

So, is she Mary Jane, or is she Kristen?
Maybe neither. Maybe both.

She, just like that, fell slowly in those eyes, lost in a soft golden halo, but she was not confused, struggling or uneasy, but was surrounded by a warm halo. She didn't realize it until she reacted. , the vision has long been blurred.

Phew.

Kristen laughed out loud, and tears broke free from the shackles of her eyes and fell. She quickly raised her hands to wipe away the tears. She was a little shy and reserved, but her smile became brighter and brighter, and she looked forward again.

Bold and brave, magnanimous and naked, showing one's fragility and confusion, showing one's pain and struggle, without reservation.

Because this time, she knew that it was okay to be true to herself.

(End of this chapter)