The Greatest Showman

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After laughing wildly, Alan sat back in his seat, but he was extremely vigilant. He raised his head and glared at Renly, "Is it gone?"

Ren Li couldn't help but smile because of that lingering fear. He didn't say anything, just raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender, which made Allen sit down, but his eyes were staring at Ren Li nervously. , which made Ren Li couldn't help but look to the side with a horrified expression.

Allen was immediately frightened, and the whole person avoided to the other side, as if there was a monster where Renly's line of sight fell. But then she realized that she had been teased by Renly again, she laughed helplessly, and scolded, "Hey! You bastard!" Renly spread his hands and innocently said that he did nothing.

Allen looked at the audience who were laughing all over the place, and felt absurd for a while, and laughed again. "There's a very hot video on YouTube recently, I don't know if you've seen it"

Ellen resumes hosting, but Renly interrupts her, "Wait, I thought we were still talking about my movie."

"No, you missed the opportunity." Allen shook his head without any respect, "Now I've decided to move on to the next topic, the movie is over." Then, regardless of Renly's stunned expression, he continued to introduce, "I saw a video on YouTube"

The audience at the scene saw Renly's helpless expression, laughter one after another, and it was very lively.

Allen also showed a big smile and continued the topic unswervingly, "This video is about you. You are in the streets of the favelas in Rio de Janeiro, giving a short performance. Do you know this?"

The smile on Renly's mouth didn't fade, but he still turned to look at Ellen, "No, I don't know. I mean, the street performance thing is true, but I don't know that someone filmed it and uploaded it to YouTube. ." Renly narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'm not sure, this is my illusion, why I think people are recording videos everywhere, and then uploading them to the Internet. Sometimes, I even wonder if my agent arranged it on purpose. of."

In fact, this is also one of the hottest discussion topics on the Internet, and it is enduring. After the Golden Globes, there was another wave of anger.

"It's your illusion." Allen said decisively, making the audience laugh. "You can upload tens of thousands of videos every day on YouTube. You are not as special as you think." After Allen finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh. On the other hand, Renly, who was complained about, had a calm expression on his face, spread his hands, and accepted the fact that the women at the scene suddenly let out a distressed "Oh", followed by laughter.

"However, this video is very special. Let's take a look." Allen turned around, and the video started playing on the big screen.

In the video, Renly wears a simple white t-shirt and light blue ripped jeans, standing on the street, leaning against the wall behind him, with a guitar slung over his shoulders, bathed in golden sunlight. The dilapidated and colorful streets of Rio de Janeiro are mixed together, like a flowing feast, surging in the mint blue air, lazy, fresh, beautiful and free.

The fingertips are lightly outlined, humming softly, and the bright and transparent musical symbols are ding-dong like a thorough spring.

"The gravel between my toes is warm, the gravel is cold in my sleeping bag, and I'm starting to realize that those memories are the most beautiful things a man has. Summer on a slender back, where the shores land so far from home, through that cloth A trail full of dust and pine cones."

The melody wrapped in the bright sunshine is flowing, as if nature is whispering in the ear - the sound of the light wind blowing through the pine trees, the waves lapping the fragments of the reef, the gravel falling through the fingers, the seabirds fluttering high The surging, the mist flowing in the silence of the mountains

Involuntarily, a peaceful and magnificent picture was drawn in my mind, and I fainted amid the clanging guitar strings, making people could not help but close their eyes, and the cold and moist green oxygen swirled in my chest.

Quietly, just like that, the curvature of the corners of his mouth rose.

"We snuggled up like puppies by the campfire, and woke up in the mist, blooming in midsummer."

The streets of Rio de Janeiro have a peculiar restlessness in summer, but the light melody flows like a stream, bringing a touch of coolness. The summer that blooms like a bud is so wonderful that people just want to wander.

The alley of the slum has a primitive roughness, without any modification, like a wild beast, but the touching lyrics interpret this simple and sincere primitive, as if being in the ocean currents, bathed in sunlight Below, touch the pulse of nature.

The brisk melody suddenly slowed down, Renly put his fingers on the strings, and sang a cappella, "We stand still, like the stars on the treetops. So joyful and joyful, the turbulent warmth in our chests interprets the True, the old-pine listens to my song"

The magnetic voice fluttered over the strings, like the wings of a butterfly, and like the dense morning mist, everything was so beautiful, so beautiful that one wanted to scream. Inadvertently, a touch of warmth flows out like this, not exciting, not restless, not noisy, not turbulent, just flowing calmly, but it makes people relax.

Renly raised his head, the singing came to an abrupt end, and the shallow smile was suddenly outlined, like the first ray of morning light breaking through the shackles of the night, and like the first ray of spring light breaking the shackles of winter, above the dense and lush pine forest. Wandering around, he opened his lips and whispered softly, "Bless this beautiful morning."

The video ends here. It freezes on Renly's smile that lights up the world, and the golden sunlight seems to be a foil.

Beautiful, happy, warm.

This is the only feeling everyone feels right now. The video is very short, only less than 80 seconds, but the emotion flowing in my heart is very turbulent. The forests were looming in the thick fog, and the golden sunlight fell down, outlining the outline of the world. Majestic, but warm as jade; fresh and natural, but refreshing.

It is unimaginable, almost unimaginable, that the power of music is bursting to the extreme in this one, so that people enter another world, a world like a fairyland.

"Beautiful." This was Allen's only thought. She took the lead in applauding, and all the audience applauded along with it. The applause grew louder and louder, and finally came together. At the same time, it was accompanied by whistles. Sent a compliment, "Beautiful, this is all really beautiful." Allen kept repeating the same words.

For the first time, she found that her own words were so pale. The seemingly bland lyrics are connected in series, and turned into such a beautiful poem, which is fermented, dense and continuous in the melody.

Renly spread out his hands with a smile and accepted the praise from the scene. This calm gesture made everyone more enthusiastic, and the roar lasted for nearly a minute before Alan stopped him, "I can't use accurate words. Words to describe how I feel. Similarly, on YouTube, there are 30,000 people and I

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