The Greatest Showman

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Erica's whole world collapsed, she cried heart-breakingly and earth-shatteringly, she held Henry firmly and refused to let go, struggling desperately in the arms of the social worker, trying to break free.

Henry is the only beauty in her life, it is the first time in her life that she feels warmth, and it is the only support in her life, but now, she has to leave again, forced to return to that cold and cruel world inside.

Erica roared in despair, and that voice was heartbreaking, "Henry, don't abandon me, no, Henry! Don't, don't!"

Every sound is more sincere, every sound is more painful, every sound is more desperate.

Henry stood bewildered, turned his head, did not dare to look directly into Erica's eyes, and folded his hands cautiously, but the shaking pupils and hard shoulders revealed the struggle and turbulence in his heart.

He raised his left hand and tried to tuck the drooping hair behind his head, but before his palm could touch the hair, he was stiff in mid-air, his eyes were dazed, and there was a light rippling in the depths of his eyes. As he was enduring the great pain and difficulty, the fragility between his brows opened little by little, his left hand fell slowly and slowly, and placed it lightly on his hair, not daring to put it down completely, it seemed that even The footsteps of time stopped in those eyes.

Erica left, her cries echoing in the corridor, gradually, gradually dissipating, silent.

Henry stood at the door and grabbed the door frame with his right hand. He should have closed the door, but his movements froze in place, leaving only a back for the camera. The deep sadness revealed a deep sense of helplessness and helplessness. , He just stood there for a long time, for a long time, it seemed that his feet could no longer support the weight of his body.

Then, he closed the room door. Turning around, leaning back against the door panel, the strong shoulder lines are like a castle built of sand, slowly and slowly disintegrating, and you can even clearly see the process of the sand falling down; the lines of the lips gradually tighten. , Forbearance and depression, dull and tormented, her eyes blushed lightly, covered with a layer of translucent mist, she endured and endured again, but she still couldn't hold back her tears and slipped down quietly.

A tall, strong-willed, introverted and calm man, standing in the same place at this moment, at a loss, lost his mind, and tears, the despair in the depths of his eyes gradually appeared, little by little, he was still standing strong. In place, but only a body remains, and the light of the soul is gradually dimming. Suddenly, suffocation.

Mark opened his mouth wide, but couldn't react at all, no tears, no shouts, no pain, just a suffocating scorching heat. At this moment, Mark truly understood Henry's soul:

Beneath that intact and healthy body, there is a soul covered with bruises and bruises, wandering alone and lonely, unable to leave, but unable to stay, looking at the devastated and ruined, trying to help, but powerless; trying to be indifferent, but in the heart Fetters; trying to redeem, but helpless.

That faint loneliness was so intense and fiery that it almost scalded his soul. Mark's fingertips began to tremble, his shoulders began to tremble, and even his heart began to tremble slightly.

An empty school is like a ruined school. On the day when the parents came to visit, the whole school was empty. Only the teachers were sitting in the classroom, waiting for the parents to arrive, but they finally found nothing. There is another sadness that permeates:

Is it just this school? Or society as a whole.

The whole school is falling apart, the principal is fired, the teachers are confused, Henry is about to leave, and even the students don't seem to come back to class. Like the current state of society, like the education system, like... the future, everything is falling apart.

But when he learned that Henry was about to leave, the students in the class expressed their regret, even Jerry, who was swearing in the first class, was reluctant to part with it. In their eyes, Henry was the only one who cared about them, but he couldn't stay and continue to take care of them, so they were abandoned again.

"We need something to help us abstract away from the complexity of reality, to think more or less about the origin of these problems; more or less, how to work hard to..." Facing the interview Henry fell into his own thoughts, and when he was stunned, he raised his eyes to look at the camera, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he began to trance again, "Can you... get rid of the misery of all beings."

After the last class, Henry left the teaching building, and then saw Meredith who was setting up a stall at the door-she did not attend Henry's last class. At this time, Meredith set up a cup cake booth, and there were a lot of smiling face cup cakes in front of him, but no one stopped by the students who were in a hurry.

Henry looked at Meredith, who was dodging his eyes, and finally stepped forward and said hello, "Hey, Meredith, I haven't seen you in class recently, what have you been doing?"

"Baking." Meredith gave Henry a deep look and replied with a relieved smile.

Henry closed his chin gently, "I noticed." He pursed the corners of his mouth and said hesitantly, "Nice to see you, because today is my last day at school."

"How ironic." Meredith didn't care anymore, said calmly. A simple sentence, but meaningful.

Henry didn't notice, but took out a diary from his briefcase,

Handed it over, "I bought it for myself, but I think it should be more useful to give it to you."

Meredith took the diary, but said nothing, just put the diary aside, raised his head, and looked at Henry stubbornly. The scorching gaze made Henry a little embarrassed. He lowered his gaze and changed the subject, "I think that looks the best." Henry pointed to a cupcake next to him.

All the cupcakes have a white background and a green smiley face; this one is different, with a green background and a white crying face.

Meredith shook his head with a chuckle, "That can't be given to you. It belongs to me." Henry's eyes paused for a moment, and the smile on the corner of his mouth narrowed. Meredith bent down and picked up another cupcake. "But, you can have this, okay?" and handed it over. "I think this suits you better."

"Thank you." Henry took the cupcake, looked at the smile on it, raised his eyes again, and finally said, "I'm sorry. If I hurt you in any way, then..." Look Seeing Meredith's painful eyes dodging, Henry's pupils also showed a trace of struggle, "I know you're uncomfortable right now, but it won't always be like this..."

"Goodbye, Mr. Bart." Meredith held back tears, interrupted Henry's words, and said rudely to see off the guest.

Henry stared blankly at Meredith, the loneliness between his brows fell, and finally he gently retracted his chin in agreement. But his footsteps stayed where he was, and his inner struggle and torture never let go of his conscience, but he was powerless. He raised the cupcake in his hand and gestured, "Goodbye, Meredith."

Henry's voice was trembling slightly, and he was at a loss.

Watching Henry leave, Meredith picked up the green cupcake and began to eat it. Henry seemed to notice something, turned around, and then Meredith's eyes widened, his chin raised slightly, as if provocative, and one bite, another bite, stuffed the whole cupcake into his mouth.

The determination, the anger, and the loss fell in Henry's eyes, but he couldn't figure it out. Suddenly, the conversation just now came to mind:

Today is my last day at school.

How ironic.

For Meredith, today is her biggest day in the world. That is deadly poison.

Meredith collapsed on the ground foaming at the mouth, Henry rushed forward in despair, hugged Meredith tightly, and kept mumbling, "No, no, no..." He tried to save Merry Dess, trying to get all the cupcakes out of his mouth, trying to do CPR, trying to breathe, he was just desperately busy, "Meredith, everything will be alright, everything will be alright, everything will be fine..."

But to no avail.

As he spoke, his voice began to become hoarse, that dazedness, that bitterness, that despair, slowly and decisively tore his soul apart. Whispering and dull eyes, it outlines the vastness and grandeur of the collapse of the world, and the silent shock is enough to make the soul speechless.

"We have the responsibility to guide the younger generation and prevent them from becoming the beat generation." During the interview, Henry's voice was trembling slightly. His fragility, but he couldn't hide it, "Don't let them fall, don't let them become worthless." The hoarse voice came to an abrupt end, and there was no water stain in the eye socket, but it revealed the most magnificent in the world. The sadness, curling and lightly, left an indelible trace in the hearts of every audience.

Henry found Erica again, the little girl saw Henry's figure from a distance, burst into tears and was overjoyed, rushed over quickly, and threw herself into Henry's arms like a swallow. Holding Henry tightly and tightly, he was reluctant to let go, tears wet his cheeks, but a beautiful and happy smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, which shone brightly under the setting sun.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

"When I walked down the corridor and you were in the classroom... how many of you... ever felt the weight on your chest? I felt it." The last class, the last goodbye, and the last talk .

Henry's expression was still calm and calm, but it was the first time that he could read the complex and deep brows. "Everyone? Edgar Allan Poe wrote about this situation over a hundred years ago. As we read, we can see that the House of Usher is not just an old, decaying, renovating castle, but a reflection of the present bleak."

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