The Greatest Showman

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"you sure?"

There were no extra words, Renly just asked a rhetorical question, it couldn't be simpler; and Rooney's words were stuck in her throat, trying to refute, but found that her refutation was untenable at all, and seriously recalled what she just said. , and immediately realized the contradictions and mistakes, and couldn't help laughing.

Those routines, those strategies, must vary from person to person. For some, it's glib; for some, it's wind/fluid/suave/suave; for some, it's cynicism. Obviously, not for Renly.

Just to make up my mind, Renly, who has always been a gentleman and has good etiquette, has a sudden change in style, full of sweet words, hormonal breath all over his body, both mouth and body contact, that scene is really... Rooney herself stunned Trembling, goose bumps crawled all over my arms, it was so greasy, so greasy!

Raising her eyes, Rooney easily caught Ren Li's gaze, the joking and ridicule surging deep in her eyes, with a hint of playfulness among the stars. Rooney's cheeks were slightly hot, but this time, she didn't dodge, and looked at Renly generously, "A real gentleman should know what to do when he sees it."

Then, Rooney saw a bright smile overflowing from the corners of Renly's mouth and the bottom of his eyes, the whole world suddenly brightened, and she shook her head gently and gently, and there was a flash of joy and excitement between her eyebrows. The refined temperament was stained with a little youthful vigor and became thrilling.

However, Renly didn't answer, but nodded politely, apologizing, or, in other words, agreeing. Then, he turned his head and looked at the starry sky again. The words of the two were interrupted endlessly, without the slightest embarrassment and jerky.

Rooney was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and looked at the sky again. The wind sent Renly's voice with a slight smile, "I'm not a gentleman. At least, I hope I'm not."

Subconsciously, Rooney laughed lightly, and reflexively wanted to refute: Renly's graceful temperament was undoubtedly the most unique sight; but when she turned her head, she saw Renly's profile, the smile was the same, the under eyelids were the same. The shadow outlines a touch of sadness and bitterness, which just passed away in a flash. That touch of fragility seems to have never existed. Then, Rooney's words stayed on the tip of her tongue.

Relive Renly's words again.

Suddenly, Rooney remembered the speculation about Renly's family background. Those well-meaning, malicious, and gossip speculations have never been confirmed. Everyone is curious: What is the origin of this elegant, calm, and learned man? ; At only twenty-two years old, he possesses a temperament that has been precipitated and polished by years, and the gentleman's demeanor is impeccable.

Rooney Mara, herself a family lady from a prestigious family. The pressure from the family, the shackles from the surname, and the shackles from the class are everywhere. Otherwise, she would not have fled to Los Angeles at the beginning. After so many years of polishing, she was willing to return to New York.

Now, Rooney smelled a similar scent on Renly.

So, Rooney withdrew her gaze, the corner of her mouth raised, "You are, but you are not either."

He is a gentleman, a real gentleman; but he is not a puppet burdened with the weight of his family, who has made his way into the world with his own hands and feet. So, he is and he is not.

Renly didn't answer. Rooney did not continue to speak. Silence spreads slowly between the two, quietly listening to the noise in the silence, and quietly enjoying the splendor above the night sky. Sometimes silence can be beautiful too.

The melodious melody gently reverberates and flutters in my mind, like the quiet echo in the empty valley, but the shallow light vibration has left a resonance in the depths of the soul, revealing a trace of coldness, with a trace of warmth, and sadness. bitter.

This is the melody on the red carpet that occasionally slips through my thoughts, still the same two eight beats, repeating over and over again like a choir chant, like a bard’s chant.

"If they say, who cares that another ray of light goes out, under the sky full of hundreds of millions of stars, it is twinkling, twinkling..."

Ren Li hummed softly, a soft, gentle voice like a willow wind blowing across his face, lingering on his nose and fingertips, sketching a faint sadness that spread like ripples. The almost whispering voice sounded deep in the throat, and it seemed that one could see the trajectory of the butterfly flapping its wings.

How many people have once put down their footsteps and quietly admired the sky above their heads; how many people have stopped their busy lives and noticed the star that crossed the sky among the stars in the sky. Under the billions of stars, a ray of light goes out, does anyone care? Among the thousands of lives, does anyone care about the silence of a ray of soul? In the rush of life, the demise of a dream, does anyone still care?

"Yes, I care." A cold voice came from his ear, breaking Renly's thoughts, he turned his head sharply, and at this moment he remembered that he was not alone.

Rooney still raised her head, bathed in the vast starlight, and on her white and tender face, there was a radiance of determination. She turned her head, met Renly's gaze calmly, and said softly, "You know, without any starlight, this night sky isn't what it used to be. It's indispensable. So, yes, I care."

The two lines of sight touched each other lightly in the darkness, and then they moved away in a tacit understanding. The smiles on the corners of their mouths rose at the same time. They both turned their heads and walked towards the quietly flashing "hollywood" sign in the distance.

Rooney

He chuckled lightly, the laughter gurgling in his ears, "Tonight, are we still abiding by the two-day rule?"

"Of course, of course." Renly shrugged, affirming, "We've communicated before, I'm a serious 'time nerd'."

"And I seriously hate time nerds." Rooney nodded in agreement, "Looks like we've come to an agreement. I like that, it's always easy to communicate with smart people."

"So, this is still not a date. You came out specifically because you followed me?"

"No. Then, you're standing here, and you're not waiting for me on purpose?"

"No no, no. Coincidence, pure coincidence."

"A coincidence, yes, I also think it is a coincidence." Rooney clenched her fist and agreed with a positive gesture, and then she remembered, "By the way, congratulations."

"Thank you." No politeness, Renly accepted the congratulations calmly.

Rooney looked left and right, "I didn't see your trophy. You know, for most people, after winning their golden statuette, they can't put it down and refuse to let go." Rooney pursed her lips, "Even if it is Meryl Streep is no exception."

"At the manager's place." Renly said calmly without making a fuss, "It's too heavy and too troublesome." After a short pause, he added, "I just need some fresh air and enjoy the night. If you have a statuette with you, it sounds too...pretentious."

Renly's words made Rooney chuckle, but Renly shrugged, "It's like an Italian or a French movie. Clinging tightly to your life's highest honor, and jumping down from here, Life ends at its peak. I'm not interested in such a philosophical ending."

That sarcastic tone really made people laugh. Finally, the laughter gradually calmed down. Looking at Lan Li in the night, the whole person seemed to melt into the rich black color. How do you feel? ' Rooney asked curiously, 'I mean, the moment on stage. "

"Um..." Renly pondered for a moment, and thought about it seriously, "I can't be exempt from this after all?" A self-joking rhetorical question successfully made Rooney chuckle and the corners of Renly's mouth rose. , "I mean it. If I really didn't care, I wouldn't leave London, and I wouldn't be in the Hollywood spotlight. So, deep down, I still care, and I'm still trying to prove that My own existence; I'm still trying to earn my own proof."

In Vanity Fair, who is the real aloof? Just like the high society of the aristocracy, who is really out of the way?

"Who are we not?" Rooney seemed to understand this, and her laughter calmed down, but the smile still stayed on the corner of her mouth and fell into her eyes, "But, you are an actor, not a star."

Actors and stars, after all, are still different. Inner persistence, inner pursuit, inner belief, this is what truly defines one's existence.

Renly was noncommittal. In the past, the path of chasing dreams was very simple, just keep sprinting, advancing, and struggling; but gradually, things began to become complicated.

Now, after harvesting the Oscar statuette, the dream seems to have come true, but has it really come true? Did he really become a good actor? Has he really touched a whole new level of acting? Has his dream, the real dream, come true? In the midst of Hollywood's Vanity Fair, what's the next step?

Only after the goal is truly achieved, do you realize that you are facing a whole new problem. After tonight, Renly was presented with a brand new world, a world he had never understood or even known even in two lifetimes, and now, he had to rely on his own beliefs and continue to move forward.

Renly didn't keep the conversation on himself, and instead asked, "So, are you still feeling breathless tonight? Or are you ready to stand on this stage and show your talent, Chase your dreams."

The conversation between Renly and Rooney in Seattle last year is still vivid in my mind. In the blink of an eye, a year has passed, and both their careers have undergone earth-shaking changes.

"I don't know. At least tonight I can breathe, but it's still a bit difficult, so I need a little fresh air. I'm not sure if it's because I've proven myself or won the nomination, ha. It seems, I Like you, it's inevitable. But, I think this is Vanity Fair, and everyone needs to face their own opportunities and challenges. Next, my task is to figure out the new ideas in my mind."

"To live or to die (to-be, or-not-to-be), that is the question."

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