The Greatest Showman

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Pushing open the door of the bar, the turbid and sultry air of Pioneer Village rushed towards the face, mixed with vague discussions, and there was some liveliness in the idle, as if after a long journey, finally left the ice and snow in the realm of Beiyue. Kingdom, the world suddenly warmed up.

It is only in the afternoon, and there are already a dozen guests sitting in the bar. In the cold winter, people always like to gather by the bar in the afternoon, a glass of beer, a plate of peanuts, and a few small talk, to dispel the cold and loneliness. .

Renly skillfully tucked the skateboard under the front counter at the door, walked straight towards the bar, nodded politely to the customer next to him, then knocked on the table and said deliberately, "A cup of hot water. ."

In the United States, to be precise, in Western countries, no one drinks hot water. Their definition of non-alcoholic beverages is either normal-temperature mineral water, fruit juice or cola.

"Sorry, we don't provide hot water here." Neil Tucson frowned slightly, his voice was a little impatient, going to the bar to order some hot water, this brain circuit is really different from ordinary people, but he still answered patiently.

"I insist." Neil heard the response from the bar again. He took a deep breath, suppressed his irritability, turned around, and was about to get angry when he saw the familiar face, the expression on his face. The anger and impatience disappeared, turning into a big smile, "Hey man, you're back!"

Seeing Neil striding over, Renly's mouth rose involuntarily, "So, do I have hot water or not?"

"Haha, cook in the kitchen by yourself." Neil said cheerfully, crossed the bar, gave Renly a big hug, and patted Renly on the back, "Jesus Christ, when did you come back? This It's not a wise decision to go to Miami or go to Hawaii and choose to come back to New York in season."

"I thought so too. Maybe I should book a flight to Guam tonight and enjoy the sunshine there." Renly shrugged and joked.

Neil didn't take it seriously at all, he quickly walked to the side, poured a large glass of dark beer, and put it in front of Renly, "This is a newly introduced variety not long ago, a smoked beer from southern Germany, with a very special flavor. He put the hand towel next to him, put his hands on the bar, and said with a smile, "Is this special trip back for the Hudson River trip we agreed?"

It's been another few months, and in that time, Renly's career has taken a breakthrough, and it's not what it used to be. However, Neil was not at all unfamiliar, did not deliberately mention the uproar in Hollywood, but did not pretend to be normal, his narrow eyes flashed with pride and joy, reminding Renly that he won the bet at the beginning. now-

Not only did "Cleopatra" break into the Billboard Top 50, but it also hit the Top 20 in one fell swoop.

Seeing Neil's smug look, Renly chuckled lightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said nonchalantly, "If you don't mind the weather, we can go now."

Neil choked, and now this season, taking a ride down the Hudson isn't a treat at all, it's a punishment. But this provocation was initiated by him, and now he can only eat Huanglian dumbly, smash it, smash it, "Xiamen, don't worry, I will remember it. Let's go together in the summer! Maybe, when the summer comes, 'Ge Leopatra' won the title?"

This time, Renly didn't refute Neil, but pursed the corners of his mouth and nodded in affirmation, "Who knows."

Neil suddenly became happy again, "I said, there will be a lot of people who like it. I know it." The dancing appearance, as if it was not Renly, but himself who had achieved such excellent results. "By the way, I forgot to congratulate you, Sundance, clam? How does it feel to finally be on that stage?"

Neil was talking about Sundance, not Oscar. Because they both knew that Renly cared about acting, not fame.

"Once is not enough." Renly pondered for a moment, then said seriously, such an answer made Neil burst into laughter and nodded in agreement, "Indeed, how can one be enough? We are now looking forward to next year. Bar."

During the conversation, someone pushed the door and walked in. Neil raised his head and glanced, then laughed. This unwarranted smile left Renly stunned for a while, not understanding what was going on.

Neil gestured with his chin, Renly turned his head to look over, and then saw the old man with short silver-white hair, combed back meticulously, and a blue-gray plaid suit exuding bursts of chills. Leaning on a dark brown cane in his right hand, his steps were still strong. He slowly took off his hat, scarf and coat, held it in his hand, raised his head and looked around.

When his eyes fell on Lan Li, his eyes couldn't help but light up. Even at a distance of more than ten steps, he could still clearly feel that those turbid eyes were like the clear morning sun clearing the thick fog in the valley, little by little. Bright up, the joy of hope and the excitement of excitement jumped cheerfully between the eyebrows.

Then, he put away his crutches and walked over quickly, the windy gesture under his feet showed a passion that didn't match his age, and it was a bit terrifying.

"Since October, he has come to the bar every day and sits here for one or two hours." Neil's voice of explanation came, "It has been four months, and there has been no interruption for a day. Obviously, today,

He finally got you. "

Renly was slightly startled, but before he had time to turn the corner, the other party was already in front of him, and he said with anticipation, "How is it, how long will you be in New York this time? Do you have two weeks? No, just a week. Enough, we can go to the studio now."

There were no polite greetings, not even a simple greeting, and they smashed their heads in the face, and they didn't stop, "The song you wrote last time on 'The Ellen Show', 'Your Bones'? Great piece, you know? I mentioned it to Warner Records and Universal Music, and they're all very interested in you."

"On the market now, folk songs can't be sold at all, and no one even wants to release them; but on the other hand, this means that those true folk songs fans can't find excellent albums at all. Potential, once tapped, the results are unimaginable!"

Rumbling, continuous, and in a hurry, after talking so much, I finally stopped, but it was because I needed to take a breath, and after all, I was getting old.

"Beer or whisky?" Renly asked with a smile, holding up the smoked beer in his hand without expressing any opinion.

The old man was about to get angry, and he was very dissatisfied with Renly's reaction, but Renly didn't panic and took a sip of beer, "Don't worry, there's still a long time today, I don't have any plans to leave for now, you can breathe first. Tone. Mr. George Slender."

At this moment, standing in front of him is George Slender, the music producer who is eager for talent.

After hearing Renly sing at Pioneer Village, he was unwavering in his desire to collaborate. But unfortunately, Renly didn't want to be here, and then went to participate in the Telluride Film Festival, which fulfilled Ed Sheeran's fate.

It's just that Renly underestimated George's persistence and stubbornness. He came to Pioneer Village every day for four consecutive months, and the past four months were the worst weather in New York. This sincerity is really touching.

George looked at Renly suspiciously, and finally sat down beside Renly.

Neil immediately placed a glass of single malt whisky in front of George.

It can be seen that this should be George's fixed routine. This little detail reveals George's personality. Not only persistent, not just stubborn, but also very nostalgic and repulsive to change. It is no wonder that he has always been obsessed with the glory and prosperity of the music world in the past.

Renly believed that George didn't just like ballads or jazz. He also liked the golden age of rock and roll, the disco era, the soul singing... In that era, music could change the world, touch the soul, and Interpret life.

George should be a pure musician who loves music so passionately and simply. Such people have been gradually eliminated and abandoned in the fast-food era of the Internet, because they cannot keep up with the changes and reforms of the times. However, George has won Renly's respect.

"How's Eddy going?" Renly took the initiative to bring up the topic.

"If you're curious, why don't you ask him yourself?" George replied gruffly, rolled his eyes angrily, picked up his whiskey, took a sip, and the whole person was relieved. . "He's done well, he's finished recording three songs, and he's now working on his first solo album, earnestly working behind closed doors."

After all, George took the initiative to explain, and glanced at Renly, "He is a serious young man, devoted to the music world wholeheartedly, and it can be seen that he really likes music. I don't want some people, He squanders his talent, doesn’t do his job properly, he obviously has an enviable talent, but he doesn’t want to calm down and create well, and use his music to touch the world.”

It could have been more obvious that Sang scolding Huai, Renly laughed dumbly, but not angry, just shrugged, "Not everyone can be a martin-luther-king, not everyone. would like to be Martin Luther King."

That sentence made George choked directly, and stared at Renly with wide eyes, looking like he was going to lose his temper again.

Renly picked up his beer glass and looked at George with a smile, "In British culture, whisky needs to be tasted carefully and slowly; if you just want the feeling of burning and releasing, then vodka would be a better choice. ." Renly glanced at the whiskey in front of George, then without saying anything, Shi Shiran picked up the beer mug and took a swig of beer.

George sat next to him, and the seven orifices were smoking. , a better experience.

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