Chapter 1155

"It should be like this..."

"... the present situation..."

"I think we have to speed up..."

The back door of the Pioneer Village opened, the fragmented words leaked out, and the steaming heat also came. A thin and tall figure came out quickly. The navy blue vertical stripe shirt, lined with a white undershirt, and covered with a deep lotus color woolen suit. The strong 1960s style complemented the bar behind him.

The cold air suddenly surged in like a tide. The collision of hot air and cold air began to pour up. The back door closed gently, and the long alley became quiet. All the noise was blocked out of the door. The sudden drop in temperature made a lot of goose bumps appear on the skin surface, which made people pull their coat, Trying to find a little warmth.

But then, Lan Li realized that he forgot to put on his coat and came out directly.

Looking back, he didn't walk back after all. There was a murmur coming from my ear. It was surging in the strong night and the cold air. It not only didn't seem noisy, but also set off the quiet and far-reaching of the alley. I couldn't help looking up and looking in the direction of the sound source.

At the end of the alley, you can see the bustling crowd, beating the team excitedly and excitedly. One by one, they are chatting with each other. The long team can't see the beginning or the tail. It just intercepts a short section, but it can easily depict the turbulent crowd. In the night, the excited faces turn into fuzzy symbols.

Among the alleys, the street lights seem to have been abandoned due to their disrepair. The flashing neon lights outline the skyline of the city. Even at night, it is still like day. The blue gray building walls are looming in the night. After the light glides, it casts large shadows and hides all the figures and secrets in the deep alleys.

Hazy rain and fog in the halo of a kind of end of the world like the magnificent and decadent——

The more lively, the more lonely; The more crowded, the more lonely.

My eyes dropped slightly, and then I saw this familiar alley: wet ground, dark red brick walls, dirty garbage cans, rusty fire ladders, scrap metal stacked in the corner

Times as like as two peas, but the world seems to have been forgotten, but it seems that everything is just the same as in memory. It seems that he has never changed since he came to work the first day. Even the large spiders of the web outside the diagonal window can not see any changes. He is still shivering in the cold wind and hanging with trivial water drops.

Memory began to trace back bit by bit, and returned to those years when we just arrived in New York.

So far away, but so close; So vague, but so clear.

Took out the cigarette box from the pocket, drew out one, took it in the mouth; Subconsciously relying on the wet wall, ready to use matches to light, but did not have time to open the matchbox, there was a chill behind, involuntarily hit a shiver, reflexively shrunk his neck, began to jump in place.

Glancing at the back of the suit, I'm not sure whether it will affect the next performance; Brow slightly Cu ground looked back to see, this just discovered oneself to stand wrong position, then hit a chilly quiver again.

Aware of their actions, a little Leng Leng, the corner of the mouth smile on the absurd rise.

He recalled the childhood of his life.

Because, for the noble lords, jumping feet, shaking, necking, these movements are absolutely not allowed, only servants and working people will feel the threat of cold weather, those upper class elders always stay in the warm room, maintain elegant manners.

For the nobles, even when they go out, they have to straighten their waists, open their shoulders, and look calm. It seems that they can't feel the magic attack of the weather at all, and meet any challenge with an elegant and calm attitude. Even if they really feel the cold, they can only wear gloves and politely rub their hands to keep warm.

Don't mention George and Elizabeth. Even if ALF saw the action just now, she would certainly stop with a stern look.

With the rapid passage of time, he has not recalled those childhood moments for a long time. After the west end performance, he has not thought of those family members again for a long time. Arthur and Edith are special cases. Sometimes, he does not think Edith is a hall.

But at the moment, those memories are turning up again, so lifelike. Just like when I first arrived in New York, I just left London, I just left bondage, I just got freedom. Looking around again, this kind of trance gradually becomes clear, and there seems to be no gap in the shuttle and backflow of time.

Everything is so familiar, the familiar Pioneer Village, the familiar back door lane, the familiar performance night... And the familiar dream dilemma, the familiar waiting, the familiar loss... Everything is too real and true, so that lanli can't tell the difference. In an instant, he went back to three years ago again.

That winter, that Pioneer Village, that New York.

At that time, the "Pacific War" had just finished, and was exhausted and exhausted. After filming and vacation, he returned to New York. In fact, after the show was finished, he stayed in Australia for a while to learn how to surf and relax; Even so, it's hard to get used to the cold and humidity of New York after leaving the scorching sun in Australia.

In the shooting process of the series, he really felt the joy and happiness of performance for the first time, and confirmed his dream and persistence once again. His talent was initially recognized, and he also took a solid step, looking forward to the future and development, full of confidence and pride.

However, since the "Pacific War" has not been officially broadcast, it's hard to avoid some uneasiness in my heart. I'm looking forward to the feedback of professional film critics and the audience's reaction. I'm so close to success but so far away. I'm always worried about gain and loss, a little uneasy and a little excited.

On the one hand, firmly embrace the dream, try to sprint towards the goal; On the other hand, it is hard to avoid self doubt, whether their talent and talent can really move the public, whether they can really find a bosom friend, whether they can really create a world, and even whether they really have talent?

On the one hand, the little friends who watched the audition around them and looked for the opportunity together began to receive the audition notice one after another, and even got the opportunity to perform. They won the opportunity in their own way, which inevitably gave rise to a trace of envy in their heart; On the other hand, he refused to compromise, stubbornly choked his neck, refused to go with them, and stubbornly insisted on himself.

On the one hand, he devotes himself to the polishing and research of professional skills, immerses himself in his own art world, and firmly believes that his ideas are correct; On the other hand, he began to panic, whether the balance between art and Commerce has fallen into the inevitable pattern, he will eventually become a dust in the tide of the times.

Even if two generations, the unknown issues of life still need to be explored and explored slowly.

It was in that winter that Langley hall and Levine Davis overlapped.

They are the same, holding talent, firm belief, persistent dream, some stupid to adhere to an ideal, but still lofty and proud, quietly waiting for their own opportunities, patiently waiting for the moment when the dream takes root. Although the inner contradictions and conflicts have never really disappeared, they still hold their heads high and persevere.

In the face of Andy Rogers, he is sincere, but he always shows a high attitude. He has nothing and is still choosy. Compared with the breakthrough and development of his career, he is more worried about his pursuit as an artist. The noble and arrogant of the literati linger, refuses to compromise and thinks he is aloof.

In the face of Raytheon's audition invitation, he never really thought about it. He just took reading as a learning opportunity, and then put it aside and refused to pay attention to it. He was a newcomer and had no choice, but he still demanded a lot of things. With a pure to wordless idealism, he ran rampant in Hollywood.

Facing the opportunity of "buried alive" performance, he made every effort and put all his eggs in one basket, because it was the best choice in his mind, so he rushed forward like a moth to the fire, ran barefoot and chased the work as hard as he could, but deep in his heart, he was not sure whether he was qualified for the job, More uncertain whether this opportunity can achieve their own artistic persistence.

Contradictory and stupid, naive and stubborn.

Such a story is too familiar and true. He is, and so is Levine.

Criticizing Jim's commercial performance, admiring Troy's appreciation by his agent, disdaining the vulgarity of the Quartet, and mocking his sister's ignorance of art... In order to get more money, he had to bow down and join Jim. He sang an advertising song, but he was eager to get rid of his name and give up the copyright, He chose cash... For his last chance, he went all the way to Chicago and gave it a go, but he came back disheartened.

It's the story of Levine, and it's the story of Langley.

They may have heard the names of "Langley hall" or "Levine Davis", but they just joined in the fun and didn't really understand his talent and creation; They may not care who "Langley hall" or "Levine Davis" is, just want to enjoy a night of relaxation and entertainment.

They crowded in front of the Pioneer Village, but had nothing to do with him.