The Greatest Showman

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Arthur watched Renly silently.

Ren Li sat on the spot elegantly and quietly, his left leg overlapped on his right knee, his hands were casually placed on his knees, and he leaned back towards the back of the chair in a relaxed manner. The soft halo on his body exudes a touch of warmth, making others relax involuntarily.

But in the understatement, it showed the calm and self-restraint of killing decisively.

Suddenly, Arthur couldn't help laughing happily, and sincerely, his long and narrow eyes were full of laughter.

Arthur has always known that the most terrifying, dark-bellied, and evil one in the Hall family is Renly. He would rather face Elf and Elizabeth at the same time than face Renly alone; but unfortunately, , Only Edith believed in his judgment, others seemed unable to imagine that the harmless little guy who devoted himself to the world of performance was actually a big devil.

Now, it's finally George and Elizabeth's turn to suffer, just thinking about their embarrassment and predicament in his mind, Arthur can't help laughing, even though it shouldn't be, Arthur can't help it , In the past, for a long, long time, he had never been so happy.

"You know, it's the first time I like you." Arthur raised his chin slightly, cast his gaze condescendingly, and said in a arrogant and critical tone.

Renly shook his head, "Thank you, but I still have to decline formally and seriously."

Then Arthur almost choked on the whisky, and his movements and expressions were slightly embarrassed.

Renly pretended not to have seen it, and changed the subject happily, "Don't tell me, you came to Los Angeles this time to find yourself and your dreams." The sharp complaints were full of fire, without any intention of letting go.

After Arthur regained his breath, he curled his lips and sighed, "Renly, you've learned badly. In Hollywood, is speech so straightforward? This way of questioning, this way of sarcasm, is too low-level. Well, you know, it's disappointing that there's no cultivation at all. Edith, too, speaks straight and straight, with no charm at all."

"You mean, you want to have a heart-to-heart with Elf?" Renly threw a flying knife lightly.

Center the red heart.

Arthur spread out his hands again, and began to rant about:

"Look! That's what I said. You have no patience and heritage now, and everything has become simple and rude... Wait, wait, don't go."

"I came all the way to L.A. and I came to Oscar night just to chat with you, and you won't just leave... Renly-Sebastian-Hall! Okay, okay, I said Truth, truth, no sense of humor at all, God, Princess Beatrice keeps saying, you're a very humorous fellow..."

"Don't stare at me. I got your signal. OK, OK, I'm not going to change the subject. Jesus Christ, did Edith say that? You're a demon, yes, a demon."

This is Arthur's disguise.

Every nobleman has his own disguise, and Arthur's disguise is a loose/slutty/unruly skin and easy social interaction. The means of not sticking to one's body can always easily walk among the crowd, but there is no People can discover his true self that he has hidden tightly. Compared to Elf, compared to Edith, and compared to Renly, Arthur is the one who is best at concealing himself.

After all the jokes and jokes were cut off, Arthur fell silent, raised his glass, and just shook it gently, warming the whisky little by little in the palm of his hand—a no-no, but Arthur was Intentionally, it seems that the alcohol slowly evaporates, just like a blooming flower withering, a magnificent and poignant beauty.

"I have no idea."

After a long silence, Arthur whispered.

The busyness and excitement of Oscar night are still coming and going, but the incessant crowd never gets close to the area where Renly and Arthur are, carefully separating a no-man's land, like another world, but also like being in In the surging crowd, no one can see himself.

The corner of Arthur's mouth outlined a slight smile, bitter and powerless, he tugged at himself mockingly, but he finally calmed down. In such a moment, the brows of Arthur and Renly began to resemble each other, as if after taking off their masks, they hesitated and timidly revealed the truth, and suddenly discovered the resemblance of each other.

"Yes, I don't know."

Arthur repeated it again, a daze deep in his eyes with a vague pain, and then let out a soft breath, "I don't know why I came to Los Angeles, I don't know why I attended this party, I don't even know why. Know why I'm sitting here. Do you believe it?"

With the last sentence, Arthur raised his eyes, met Renly's eyes, and looked over calmly.

There was nothing deep in his eyes, but Renly knew that this was the real Arthur. Being in the center of the whirlpool of Vanity Fair, but completely lost yourself, so ironic, but so realistic.

Renly nodded slightly, "I believe it."

For some reason, Arthur's mood relaxed a little, and the relief made the heavy shoulders easier.

He lowered his eyes, then turned his head, shook the whisky in his hands meaninglessly, and continued, "Before, Edith was forced to stay in London for more than a month,

They moved Denise out, pinched Edith's soft underbelly, and threw a private party, and by the way, Andre and Eaton were in attendance. what. "

After a chuckle, Arthur fell silent again, and seemed to be sorting out his thoughts, "I don't know why, after all this, I just want to run away, run away from afar. Elf thinks that I betrayed my father and mother, Because I need me for work in London, and because of the Halls' connections, but..."

"But sometimes, I'm also curious, what if I need me too?" A soft voice revealed deep daze and confusion. Into the abyss, inexplicably, the nose began to sour.

But Arthur still maintained his etiquette and rules, did not fall apart, smiled again, turned to look at Renly, "Then, I bought a ticket and flew here. Why? Ha, I I don't know. Renly, you know?"

Arthur stared earnestly at Renly, questioning carefully, revealing his vulnerability and softness.

Renly met Arthur's gaze, did not speak in a hurry, just watched silently, thinking seriously, and then spoke:

"When I was immersed in the performance, for a moment, I could clearly know who I am, what I am doing, and where I am going. It can be called a dream, it can be called freedom, or it can be said It's the ego, and it's all essentially the same; and the only certainty is that I know what I want."

"A lot of people spend their entire lives not knowing what they want, and even if they have a goal, they don't know what they're chasing. It's not about class, it's not about origin. Like you just said, everyone in this party , they are all competing for fame and fortune, but in fact, they have no idea what fame and fortune are. Money? Glory? Fame? Title? Network? Or inheritance?"

"Or, just a sense of existence?"

"However, this is normal. Because only a very small number of people can know what they want, even if they don't know it's okay, but at least they can know what they don't want. Then, start exploring. Life is long and short. , if you don't hold it firmly, it will disappear in a blink of an eye."

"Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves."

Renly spoke, Arthur listened, back and forth, in perfect harmony.

Renly didn't answer Arthur's question, but muttered to himself, but Arthur didn't speak, just listened quietly.

There is an absurd sense of joy in such a scene, because the crazy fans of Oscar night are still around, the glitz and hypocrisy of the intertwining of gongs and chips perfectly interpret the mystery of Vanity Fair, and the two brothers are really opening their hearts for the first time in history— - Yes, this is the first time.

Arthur's gaze fell firmly on Renly's face. Although this was his younger brother, who grew up together, he seemed to have never really known him, but thinking about it carefully, among the nobles, Who has really understood each other?

"That's why you chose surfing and rock climbing?" These were Arthur's first words after silence.

Renly chuckled. "Yeah, that's why. Besides, next month, I'm going to New Zealand to learn to skydive; I'm also considering getting a pilot's license."

"And what about the show?"

"Don't worry, I need a long vacation. After all, I'm not a robot."

"Ha, are you sure?"

"yes, I'm sure."

There was no pause or gap in the conversation, and the smile on the corner of the mouth could not help but rise slightly.

In a trance, Arthur seemed to understand one thing: why he came to Hollywood, why he came to Oscar night.

Renly-Hall. This is the answer.

Deep down, Arthur knew that was the right answer; but he didn't want to probe, and he didn't want to admit, after all, they were just strangers sharing the same name, not real brothers.

"Renly, sorry."

The sudden words made Renly stunned for a moment, and looked at Arthur in confusion, then Arthur lowered his eyes, shook his head, and said with a light smile, "It's okay."

From the very beginning of the story, it was clear to George and Elizabeth that Renly was an actor with potential.

The family had received an official invitation from the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art in London, hoping that Renly would join the official drama crew of the academy and participate in the European tour; the family had also received a letter and a phone call from the West End of London for a successful audition...

But these messages were all intercepted.

In terms of life, Renly was the one who lacked a muscle, including the ordering of letters, and he never knew how to take care of his letters; so George and Elizabeth succeeded in blocking, and forcibly ordered Arthur wrote back, thanked the invitation, and declined the offer.

Arthur did.

So sorry.

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