The Greatest Showman

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The carnival of Pioneer Village lasted all night. When leaving the bar, you could see the orange-red morning sun spilling over the entire Hudson River. It was soft and fiery. To open your arms, start to soar on the raging wind, and enjoy the freedom to the fullest.

For three consecutive nights, the average sleep time was only two hours; the fourth night, an all-night binge. According to common sense, Renly should feel that his body seems to have reached the limit. There seems to be a small flame burning in the depths of his dantian. His steps are heavy, his torso is light, and his spirit is exhausted, but in fact, Renly is getting more and more When I got up, it seemed that I had always guaranteed a good rest during the past period, and there was no problem at all.

It's an illusion, a false signal from the body. Lack of sleep for a long time is the inevitable result. Of course, the solution is also very simple: take a good, hard sleep, the entire biological clock and metabolism will adjust, and the problem will be solved.

However, Renly didn't rush back to the apartment and immediately fell asleep. At eleven o'clock this morning, a long transatlantic flight awaits; after arriving in London, there is a whole day of rest and adjustment time, which is a good time to fall asleep. But before that, the journey to the airport, passing through customs, and boarding the plane was bumpy. Obviously, it wasn't the time to fall asleep. Even if I fell asleep, it wouldn't be safe.

As for now... if possible, Renly wanted to get on a skateboard and zip around the empty streets. The streets of Manhattan Island are so quiet in the early morning, and the avenues intertwined between the steel forests have a kind of dreamlike emptiness and grandeur, as if walking through the dream levels in Inception.

However, when Renly went out today, he didn't bring his skateboard and had to give up. After admiring the magnificence and splendor of the sunrise, I stopped a taxi and headed towards the upper/city area, arriving at Mount Sinai Hospital unimpeded. New York, which was gradually recovering, began to become noisy; while Mount Sinai Hospital had already welcomed the rising of the sun, and started a new day of breakfast, rehabilitation and room rounds early.

Instead of going to the ward, he went directly to the restaurant of the hospital, started to help distribute meals with ease, and then escorted them to different wards in the inpatient department with a cart. Here, he temporarily gave up his role as an "actor" and was just a volunteer nurse, doing his bit for the hospital.

Perhaps, the supermarket and the hospital were the only two places where Renly could really calm down. Unlike supermarkets, hospitals are more emotionally complex places. The panic and repulsion deep inside cannot resist the familiarity and reassurance of ten years. What’s more, the lovely children at Mount Sinai Hospital are always able to order. Brighten his day.

This time, when I came to Mount Sinai Hospital, Renly received this year's Christmas present in advance: Alex Ritchie was officially discharged from the hospital.

This lively little guy, after the heart transplant, was hospitalized for observation for two months, there was no rejection, and his physical recovery was also very good. The doctor officially signed the consent form for discharge, although it is said that Alex will be in the next six months. In the hospital, he still has to come back for a review every week, but at least, he can return to the world outside the hospital.

Recalling Anne Silliman, who was babbling about and complaining about herself just now, she was very happy because of Alex's health, but worried that they would be forgotten after Alex left; while talking about the hospital reappearing The new game, Alex will definitely like it, but at the same time he is envious that Alex can go back to school and make more friends.

That chubby little face is sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes regretful, and sometimes happy. The little guy who is not yet ten years old has already begun to feel sad. The appearance of a little man and a big devil is really unbearable.

Light footsteps were barely audible in the corridor, turning a corner, the sun-drenched activity room appeared in front of him, and through the glass wall, Renly saw Heather Cross as expected.

Heather in front of him looked a little unfamiliar. At first glance, Renly hardly recognized it.

Renly wasn't sure if it was his own delusion, just like parents, when they saw their children again after a period of time, they always took it for granted that the child was thin, but in fact it was just a misunderstanding of memory and caring, maybe the child Not only was he not skinny, but he was fat. But at this moment, Renly could definitely feel that Heather seemed to have lost some weight again.

The plump cheeks were slightly sunken, the luster on the cheekbones seemed to be a little brighter, the outline of the chin was a little tighter, and the entire face was thinner in visual effect; however, at this time, Heather's face However, he was filled with a bright smile, his bright eyes were full of sunshine, the stars were gorgeous, and his whole body exuded a cheerful and pleasant atmosphere.

So...it's not a question of being thin or not, it's a question of makeup technique?

Renly was also a little unsure. He pushed open the door of the activity room. There was not only Heather, but also a large group of other children in the room, but there was no chaotic scene. The children sat cross-legged on the ground quietly, with their hands supported. With a small head, he looked intently at Heather who was playing the guitar.

Heather focused on the guitar in his hand. The fingers of his left hand on the nut were still slightly stiff, but he was very skilled when switching chords. Those slightly thin fingers flew over the dark brown strings, golden The music of the song slowly flows out, with the longing and ignorance of a girl, with the jerky and immature of youth, a song "Beast", which has evolved a different taste.

Renly knew for the first time that the song "The Beast" could be carefully

Yes, it can be full of longing, it can be full of longing, it can be full of desire, it can be young and ignorant, it can be tender, it can be reckless...

The heart that was carrying the dream was stuffed to the brim, swollen to the point of pain, rushing up and down uneasy and uneasy, excited and excited, the heavy force hit the chest with a dull pain, as if you could see the thin and slender figure, barefooted in the Running on the field, the ground is full of thorns, blood dripping, but the footsteps never slowed down, a black hair fluttered in the wind, the perseverance between the eyebrows never wavered in the wind and rain, the stubborn smile is like a cold plum breaking out of the ground , facing the storm, blooming proudly.

"So we've arrived, a lonely place where we can't go back, you're the face that made me go through fire and water, that's the name that the children will inherit, the charm, the crown."

The poetic lyrics collide and bump between the lips and teeth, full of the bitterness of tears and the smell of blood, but the smile on the corner of the mouth rises indomitably, like a ray of sunshine in the ruins of the apocalypse. Dirty, but beautiful; destruction, but hope. This is not Renly's "Beast", this is Heather's "Beast", a melody that really belongs to Heather.

"Ah...ah..." Heather's tender and full voice hummed softly along with the melody, dissipating in the air like a curl of green smoke, and the song ended with a lingering aftertaste.

"Papa." The applause broke the silence of the room. Heather looked up like a frightened bird, and then saw Renly in front of her. The smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't help but become shy, reserved and uneasy, but she still pretended to be calm. She raised her chin defiantly, "How is it? Did I do it well?" Although the words were rhetorical questions full of confidence, the flickering eyes revealed her true mood at the moment.

"Excellent!" Renly didn't shy away from his praise, and the warm eyes were the best proof. The same song, under the interpretation of different singers, has different colors and interprets different emotions.

Just now, Renly felt deeply that "The Beast" might be a more suitable song for Heather. The story she told had nothing to do with Renly's original creative intentions, but it was the truth of Heather's stumble and chasing her dream. portraiture. He liked the light bitterness in Heather's singing.

"Uh, the only thing. Should we get rid of that 'f' word?" Renly automatically muted the word "grass (f**k)", a very important lyric in "The Beast" , "So grass/your dream, how dare you forget our scars, I will turn into a beast for you", but this is foul language, it is really inappropriate for a group of underage children, not to mention the sea Se still wants to use this song to participate in "American Idol", and Renly can't help but hold his forehead.

But Heather understood it at once, giggled, then deliberately withdrew the smile and said with a stern face, "I think it's pretty good. How eloquent and eye-catching the lyrics are, I think it's the whole song. The most important part of the song."

Renly was about to open his mouth, but a child next to him asked in a milky voice, "Renly, what is the word 'f'? Is it...is it a 'four'?" With a finger, gestured like "four", his eyes widened, and he looked at Renly innocently and curiously.

Then another child said childishly, "Idiot, that's three, not four." Then... there was no such thing. After the crooked building, everyone began to discuss the number of "three" and "four".

Heather looked at Renly with schadenfreude, as if to say, "You're lucky, you survived." This made Renly spread his hands speechlessly, walked over, and sat down beside Heather, "Look. Come on, you're ready, if I'm a judge, I'll let you pass, Hollywood is waving to you." This is the "American Idol" audition.

"Really?" Heather's eyes widened, showing excitement, "I'm thinking now, should I prepare another song to prevent the judges from letting me play, but I'm not prepared at all, then That's bad."

"Any alternates? I can refer to it." Renly offered to help immediately.

"Well, I've thought about other options, 'Believe it', 'Go ahead', 'Charlie Boys'. Also, do you think 'A Piece of Nothingness' is suitable for a talent show?" Heather asked Renly for his opinion seriously. He also started to point his wrench, but Renly was stunned: all the tracks are from "Don Quixote", which...

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