Chapter 385

Lanli went back to the bar. Neil noticed the little commotion and asked, "what's going on?"

"The artist's fault." Lan Li waved and said with indifference.

This made Neil laugh and say, "that's the same kind of person as you are."

Lanli looks at Neil with a calm face. He has no intention of denying it. Neil can only scoff helplessly.

As the favorite gathering place of artists on the east coast and even the whole of North America, New York, especially the lower city, has gathered a large number of eccentric artists. Almost every artist has his own quirks, which are out of tune with the mainstream of society. Pioneer Village is one of the most popular places for artists. Almost every day, they have to deal with all kinds of strange situations. Lanli and Neil are no strangers.

"And George?" Langley looked around, only to find that George was gone.

"Here comes Stanley." Neil pointed to the other side of the bar. Langley looked back and saw Stanley and George sitting in the card seat. George was saying something in a gruff voice. The expression on Stanley's face gradually became clear, and his eyebrows were filled with joy and happiness.

Looking back, lanli saw a big smile on Neil's face. He deliberately raised his eyebrows and threw two eyes at lanli. It seems that he also heard the news from George.

However, lanli's smile was restrained, and his eyebrows became indifferent. This made Neil's eyes lose touch, and he could not help but beat the table with the dishcloth in his hand to protest.

However, it is obvious that this is useless for lanli. Looking at lanli's indifference and complacency, Neil is very sad. However, Neil also knows that Langley is the one who does what he says. As long as he makes an agreement, he will certainly fulfill it. Neil was happy again when he thought of it.

The line of sight remaining light glimpses to the left front one eye, Nier slightly approached Lan Li, low voice says, "they come again."

Blue Li turned his head, and then saw the old tramp with his beer, Shi Shi ran came over, the other two people are still sitting in the card seat.

The old tramp took a seat next to Lanley, sat down, and then motioned to Neil with a bottle. "Give this guy a bottle."

Neil takes a look at him, then opens a bottle of beer and puts it in front of him.

"I'm sorry that two old friends were rude just now." The old tramp pointed his beer bottle at Lan Li with a smile on his mouth. Without too many explanations or cunning explanations, his frank appearance expressed enough sincerity. Most importantly, his eyes were always sincere and focused on Lan Li.

Lenley picked up the beer in front of him, gave a sign, and took a big sip. It's like accepting an apology. However, he didn't say much. The cold and alienated temperament cooled the air that had not yet been warmed up,

But the old tramp didn't care. He said to himself, "this is really a good place. Even in New York, there are few bars like this. When I was in London, I especially liked this kind of unique pub. I had a drink occasionally and had a chat with familiar and strange people to waste my time

"America is a country with a fast pace of life." Lan Li shrugged and responded with a smile.

The old tramp nodded very seriously, "but sometimes we need to slow down." After that, he stopped for a moment, as if he was savoring something. Then he took another sip of beer and said, "I heard that there are performances here in the evening?"

"Yes." Langley guessed that the old tramp and the old artist are friends of woody. Woody brought them here to watch the performance and enjoy a different night. "Even those who don't like live singing will like the atmosphere here. London is not as good as here

"Oh, it makes my expectations go up again." The old tramp's voice was low and hoarse, and he seemed to be a bass drum when he was joking. He always felt that it was not right to laugh“ I heard that you perform here once in a while? "

"Occasionally." Lan Li nodded, admitted frankly, and then emphasized, "only occasionally."

The old tramp's mouth went up, and the meaning of the second half of lanli's sentence could be heard. Obviously, lanli didn't plan to perform tonight. "When he was performing on the stage, did he feel different? I mean, the stage here. What kind of feeling is that? "

Lan Li turned his head and followed the old tramp's eyes to the stage.

The stage of Pioneer Village is not big. Strictly speaking, it is just a small stage, a step, which is almost parallel to the perspective of customers; The scope is not big. If you move the shelf drum up, it will occupy almost half of the position.

"The feeling of isolating yourself from the world?" "But at the same time, he connects himself with another world."

At this time, there was no light on the stage. It was just dark, but it started to spread in the darkness. Lan Li took back his sight and took a sip of beer again. The cold liquid slipped down his throat and came back to him slightly. "We all need something to pull ourselves out of the complex reality, and give ourselves a little time to get along with ourselves. Some people choose alcohol, some people choose drugs. "

"You chose music." The old tramp also drew back his eyes and turned to Lan Li.

"Kind of." "When I need to think, I will choose music; When I don't have to think about it, I choose to surf or climb. " Then he shrugged, "or, who knows? Alcohol also seems to be a good choice. "

The light banter made the old tramp laugh, but after the smile gradually disappeared, he looked at Lan Li and said, "what do you think?"

"Ha." Lanli chuckled. "Anything you want to think about, even things you say are going to be arrested, or even jail." The sarcastic words were not offensive at all, but had a kind of black humor.

The old tramp nodded his head to express his affirmation and pondered over Lan Li's words.

From the perspective of appearance, Lan Li is a graceful gentleman, elegant, introverted, calm, wise, occasionally revealed edge, more often hidden; But the loneliness and loneliness revealed between talking and laughing is like the quiet moonlight, cold, tough, clear, lonely, winding between the lines.

"Or, think about the source of those problems in life, think about..." the voice of the old tramp gradually went down, so deep that it almost disappeared. The long ending sound with a trace of pain that was not easy to detect, but let Lan Li turn his head, some surprised“ Think about whether there is a way to solve this problem, and then... Let's get rid of... The suffering of all living beings. "

The old tramp's words are so deep, but the hidden emotion is so fragile, as if as long as a touch, it will be fragmented, even the atmosphere can not help but become dignified.

"What did you choose?" Lanli asked abruptly that he didn't know what the old tramp had gone through. Everyone had his own story, but he knew that some of the wounds could not be healed.

But the old tramp understood at once, "writing. I chose to write. Although I'm a terrible writer, words have a magical power for me. "

Lan Li nodded with approval.

He likes words, though it's not his best. When he was a university student in the last century, he studied journalism, and he was very good at dealing with words. However, his strengths were in the reporting of objective facts, as well as the way of thinking of interview and debate. As for music creation, that's another matter.

But as the old tramp said, writing is a wonderful thing. It's just a simple arrangement of words, but it can build the whole magnificent world in the mind. The most interesting thing is that the same words, in different people, different stages of life, different social situations, read, feel different.

"It's like Allan Poe." The old tramp gently tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to show a smile, but failed, or drooped down, "his words have a magical power, those metaphors, symbols, images built up by the gothic world, dark and romantic, has never been a simple text."

Lan Li's fingers caressed the beer bottle in his palm. His thoughts followed the words of the old tramp and fell into meditation.

"That autumn, on a long dry, gray and silent day, with heavy clouds hanging low above the sky, I rode alone through this gloomy, exotic country land, and finally, as the night slowly came, the cool scenery of Usher's house was unfolded before my eyes."

This is the beginning of Allan Poe's most classic Gothic novel "the fall of Usher's house", which has left a lot of ink and color in the literary history, and has deeply influenced countless writers of later generations, including China's Lin Yutang, Lu Xun and so on.

In this work, Ellen's diction and artistic image have reached the peak. In European literature research, many people even list it as a literature comparable to Shakespeare.

Just like the ancient poem "old vine, old tree, crow, small bridge, flowing water, family, old road, west wind, thin horse, sunset, heartbroken man in the end of the world", in Ellen's stories, only a few strokes outline the dark, bloody and powerless scenery. This opening chapter describes a deserted castle, Usher's house, but in the eyes of the world, it outlines the sad, miserable and lonely scene of the society in the early 19th century.

"I have never seen it in the past, but just a glance, some unbearable gloom permeated my heart. I look at the sparse scenery around the house, the walls are deserted, the decaying trees are all white, my soul is speechless, my heart is cooling and sinking, showing a weak morbid state. "

This is why he likes words. Like music, it can reflect the temperature of the soul, which is real and wonderful.