The Greatest Showman

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New York in midsummer is always restless, noisy and prosperous. The rolling setting sun and lively lanterns are projected on the night that is reluctant to come, rendering a large area of ​​magenta, magnificent and mysterious, like Atlanti. Like a dome, there is an unknown country hidden, and a story that is both aspirational and terrifying.

However, no one will look up at this sky, no one will stop to look at this sky, no one will stop to appreciate this beautiful scenery. The busy rhythm urges the hurried footsteps, hurry up, hurry up; the heavy pressure is pressing on the fragile shoulders with all their strength, and the head can hardly be lifted... The expressions on those faces are numb and dazed , occasionally caught a glimpse of eyes, empty and indifferent.

This is the Bronx. It's not Manhattan, it's not Brooklyn, it's not even the Queen, it's also part of New York, but it's more like an abandoned corner of the world. It's the Big Apple that everyone wants to take a bite of, and it can't be erased. A stain, like a moth, entrenched New York to the American soil.

This is one of the areas with the highest crime rate in the United States, this is one of the areas with the highest concentration of African-Americans, Latinos and illegal immigrants, this is one of the most frequent areas for the /drug/drug trade, and this is the police force One of the worst areas...and one of the forgotten, God-forsaken areas of New York.

Dilapidated streets, old buildings, dirty pavements, decadent vegetation, flickering street lights, abandoned storefronts, the whole area is deserted. It is under the same sky as Manhattan, but they are clearly two worlds. It seems that as long as you cross that bridge, you will go from heaven to hell.

At this moment, a black girl about thirteen or fourteen years old was standing on the street. She was carrying a pink schoolbag and was wearing a cheap white graffiti short-sleeved T-shirt. Water pink sequined shorts with a circle of bright pink fluff under the hem, a pair of thick-heeled sneakers on his feet, a pair of pink foot covers, and long black hair tied into two large Braids.

She was yelling at a middle-aged black man because the other party seemed to have peeked at her just now. She strongly suspected that the other party was stalking her and had plans for her, so she broke the other party's tricks in public.

I saw her supporting her waist confidently, cursing loudly, and the unbearable swear words changed into different patterns. She scolded for a full five minutes, but it was not the same. The middle-aged man tried to leave, but she still held onto the other party's briefcase, as if she had made up her mind.

It was not yet nine o'clock at this time. Some people had just finished dinner, some were preparing for dinner, and some had just returned home from get off work. The streets were crowded with people, but they were really lively. But the people who come and go are not surprised, they don't even have the intention to watch the excitement, let alone stop to see the road, so they bypassed these two entangled people, and left directly on the street. formed a unique scene.

Black girls have the upper hand, and middle-aged men are losing ground. It seemed that things were going to develop like this, and finally ended with the man breaking the bank and eliminating the disaster, but then something unexpected happened, the girl suddenly stopped a passerby, and shouted, the other party glanced at her, and then Just move away quickly, is this racism?

The passerby was a white man in his forties.

This white man was really innocent. After being stopped, he looked helplessly at the girl in front of him and defended a few words. Unexpectedly, this move completely angered her. She ignored the middle-aged man just now, and was aggressive. Crying loudly, going to the police, going to court, and suing the other party for racial discrimination, the white people who were retreating suddenly fell into an embarrassing situation where there was no way to retreat.

Pedestrians across the street stopped, looked at the scene in front of them, and then began to coax, "Teach this dog/mother/raiser a good lesson, hoo hoo hoo!" , even the local natives who have lived here for many years in New York may not be able to understand.

With encouragement, the girl's aura increased to a higher level, and it was not until the white man took out his police badge and pistol to prove his identity that the situation at the scene was reversed.

The girl was cursing, saying that the police/police was bullying ordinary people, and she was still a minor, so she would never compromise. But, after all, the girl stepped back after all, gave up the white man, turned around and grabbed the middle-aged man who had not left just now, and after extorting a sum of money, the excitement was over. .

The white police officer didn't stop at all, turned and left, leaving the mess behind him.

Twenty dollars. The middle-aged man gave the girl twenty dollars, and then the matter was written off. No one investigated whether the middle-aged man really committed a crime or was wronged; and no one investigated whether the girl was really in danger or malicious. Blackmail; to be precise, no one cares about the buzz.

Except for Renly.

Quietly, Renly sat cross-legged at the door of the abandoned warehouse across the street, his work coat concealed the camera in his right hand, recording the entire process just now. Not for justice, just to record, to record the truest Bronx, rough and raw, irritable and dull, oppressive and cold.

Under those vivid faces, the outline of the soul could not be seen, just like a walking dead. Life seemed to have ended long ago, but it was still walking, but there was no brilliance and charm in those eyes. The white police officer was like

So, the black middle-aged man was like this, and so was the underage girl.

Renly looked at the underage girl seriously. After harvesting twenty dollars, she took it for granted, without being elated or emotional, she just stuffed the green bills into her pocket, leaned against the lamppost of the traffic light, stood there and chewed the chewing gum in her mouth vigorously. tossing his bag belt.

There was a stubborn rebelliousness on the tender face, facing the light of the setting sun, you could see the cheap eyeshadow applied on the eyelids, the large swaths of purple dizzy unevenly, and the bright colors on the lips. Lipstick is free from the immaturity of age and has been contaminated with the vicissitudes of life. The eyes hidden in the shadows can't see clearly, only the indifference between the eyebrows can be captured, which is decadent.

The girl's eyes boldly and wantonly looked at the pedestrians around her, as if she was looking for the next scapegoat. The petite and thin figure, against the mottled and dilapidated gray building behind her, looked like she was standing in front of the beast's mouth. The lamb, but still did not notice the danger coming; or, knew that the danger was coming, but still didn't care.

This is the Bronx, and the younger generation living in the Bronx, the younger generation who should carry hope for the future, has lost the vitality of vigor and determination to progress, and the numb eyes and faces are like miscellaneous Like grass, it grows relentlessly, but it just grows, wanton and messy along the roots of the wall.

Renly sighed softly, but no more fuss than before. It's his tenth day in the Bronx, and it's not the first time he's seen such a teenager, and again, it won't be the last.

The first time he saw him, he felt a slight chest tightness, thought of Heather, thought of himself, and thought of the group of children at Mount Sinai Hospital, who lived so tenaciously against the entanglement of the disease, only I hope that I can persist a little longer on the road of life, get closer to my dream, and get closer; but these teenagers in front of me chose to give up so easily, as if everything had lost its meaning, he was angry, he hated, he With emotion, he is urgent, he hates iron not turning into steel...

But gradually, the feeling of heartache turned into helplessness and sigh.

Behind this girl's indifference, there is a quagmire that cannot be escaped. Maybe, her father was a drug addict, carrying countless debts, squandering everything in the family, and even forcing his own children to go out /*, if that's all, it's good, and worse, maybe her father will also /rape/rape/ own children. She tried to resist, but was beaten to death, she tried to call the police, but nothing happened, she tried to escape, but there was nowhere to run.

Perhaps, her story was even worse. Or, worse stories than her are everywhere.

The day before yesterday, there was an accidental car accident on the street. A motorcycle crashed into a large truck because of emergency braking. The owner of the motorcycle flew out directly, bloody and brains bursting. Renly just happened to pass by the scene and saw the moment the ambulance arrived at the scene. Several teenagers standing on the side of the road looked fifteen or sixteen years old. They jokingly pointed to the dead body and discussed How to clear the road, how to deal with corpses and the like.

Renly didn't want to imagine, he didn't know what they had been through that made them face death so coldly. Perhaps, death is already a part of life for them; or, their hands are covered with blood.

In less than ten days after only ten days in the Bronx, Renly witnessed the vicissitudes and despair of this area, as if falling into a bottomless abyss, falling continuously, slowly, and quietly, but not at all. Know when to land. Maybe, never.

The green light turned red, and the vehicle started to move again, but the girl seemed to see her signal and stepped forward, just like a model passing the runway and across the zebra crossing. The drivers were honking their horns frantically. Instead, he enjoyed the moment more and more, crossed the road, and then passed Renly.

He glanced down, then Shi Shiran walked over, mumbling, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen such a beautiful woman? Wipe the saliva from your mouth!" Rolling his eyes, he continued Swaying, walking away.

Welcome to the Bronx.

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