Chapter 1801

At the end of the short advertising time, the live camera cuts in again. Alan dejanis sits in the audience, smiles at the camera and says, "I'm sitting in Zac Efron's position, because he's going to be on the stage. Ladies and gentlemen, Zach evron

On the right side of the stage, Zach Efron appeared in front of the crowd with a big smile.

"Good evening. It's my honor to stand here and introduce the next performer." Zach said with a smile, "how can I describe this performer? An actor, a singer, an artist, a dream lover of women all over the world, an example of every dreamer, or... Langley hall

There is no need for more language introduction. A name is enough. The whole audience can't wait for applause. Zach also stretched out his right hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, the moving song" death of Queen Jane "in the 'drunken folk song'" let's welcome, Mr. Langley hall. "

Who would have thought that the first official performance at the awards ceremony in the history of blue Lee took place not in Grammy, but in the Oscars?

Clapping, whistling, cheering, screaming... The whole Dolby theater has become very lively, everyone expresses their inner expectations in their own way.

The lights went out.

When the spotlight came on again, Levine Davis appeared in front of the crowd: a pale, dark green plaid shirt with a fluffy collar; Wrinkled dark brown coat, vaguely can also be found in the shoulder and hem coffee stains; The short hair is messy and uninhibited. It droops down at will and covers the melancholy of eyebrows; Slightly drooping head, light through the hair and eyelashes spilled down, outlined the fuzzy outline of the face.

A guitar. A chair. A light.

In a trance, time goes back to the kerosene lamp bar of the 1960s.

He just sat on a four legged stool, with his guitar on his knees, without any fancy stage background or gorgeous clothes. Even on the Oscar stage, he was still the down and out folk singer who was trapped in the same place, as if nothing had changed.

The performance did not start immediately, but was silent for two seconds. The audience could not help but hold their breath. Then they could see the track of light passing through the guitar strings. The dust was flying up and down between the strings, quiet and flexible. For a moment, time seemed to stop on the long and powerful knuckles, and the light and shadow were fixed.

This is a different kind.

In the process of the Oscar ceremony, time suddenly slowed down, showing a different style. People make complaints about the ceremony, and the Oscar presentation ceremony is becoming more and more lengthy, and the audience is also losing more and more seriously. Now lanli is deliberately slowing down. Isn't that against the ratings?

But this is the "drunken folk", this is "the death of Queen Jane", this is Langley hall.

If someone is willing to settle down and be more patient, it doesn't take too long, two seconds, just two seconds, to make himself quiet, and then wait seriously, the impetuous and eager life will take on a different look.

The strings, they move.

The soothing and melodious melody is out of tune with the atmosphere of the Oscars, and even seems to be two completely different worlds. However, the two second pause strangely separates time and space. Instead, the mood slowly settles down, and you can't help leaning your head and quietly enjoying it. It's like entering a time-space tunnel constructed by musical symbols, From Dolby theatre in 2014 to kerosene lamp bar in 1961.

"Queen Jane has been lying in the delivery room for more than nine days and nights until her maid is exhausted and can no longer support... Can no longer support."

Melodious melody, sounds familiar, a bit like the song "hang me, hang me" at the beginning of "drunken folk", but the rhythm and melody are more relaxed, just like the light wind in early spring March, with a little chill and a little warmth, gently falling on the soft chest, inadvertently pulling out a touch of sadness and loss.

"My good servant, my good servant, dear you, can I entreat you to open my right side and find my baby? Find my baby

Music seems to have such a magical power. In the flowing melody and the singing of gentle humming, everything around is so quiet, and then the sound of the campfire crackling is faintly heard, and the light around is dim unconsciously, as if in winter, everyone is sitting around the campfire in the field, With a bowl of hot potato soup in hand, he pulled the blanket on his shoulder, rubbing his left and right feet against each other, trying to find some warmth.

At this moment, a passing minstrel came with his horse.

He tied his horse to a dead tree nearby, took off his hat and sat down beside the campfire. He took out his pipe from his arms and knocked it on the sole of his shoes. Then he slowly filled the pipe with tobacco. After lighting it, he told the story of Queen Jane in a husky voice, The sound of eloquence is filled with little sadness and regret in the cold wind.

"Oh, no," cried the maids. "We can't do this. We'll report it to King Henry immediately and hear his decision."

"King Henry heard the bad news. King Henry felt the delivery room. He said, 'Oh, look what happened to my woman. Why are your eyes so dark?'"

"King Henry, King Henry, can I ask you to do something for me? Can I ask you to open the right side of my body and find my baby? Looking for my baby? "

But there is lingering sadness and pain hidden in the gentle tone. It is not the despair of crying, nor the struggle of tearing heart and lungs. It is the lingering fatigue, the faltering after the wind and frost. It seems that it can no longer carry the weight on the shoulders. It just stumbles forward all the way, but it can't see the end or understand the direction, Once fresh hope, like the baby in the belly of Queen Jane, seems to be dying out bit by bit.

Lights. guitar. singing.

The whole world is so simple, but also so pure, it seems that there is no room for any difference; But it is so moving and so wonderful, as if anything to join in is superfluous.

"Oh, no," cried King Henry. "This is something I can never do. If I had to lose the flower of England, I would rather lose her branches and leaves at the same time. I would rather lose her branches and leaves together. "

Lanli's song doesn't have much ups and downs and embellishment. In the clean and clear string accompaniment of the guitar, it is only presented in the most simple way, but the light loss in the ending is like ripples. In a trance, it seems that you can see that figure again, walking alone in the ice and snow, surrounded by the vast snow covered tightly, it seems that in addition to him, no one else can be seen, but he is still moving forward, tired and confused, but never stopped.

Slowly, Lan Li raised his head and faced the audience.

In the light and beautiful interlude melody, lanli's eyes accepted all the contemplation calmly and sincerely. The calm after vicissitudes, the fatigue after rough waves, and the resolute firmness were hidden in his eyes, and gradually became clear in the flying and carving of string sounds, the firmness after loss and confusion, The stubbornness of refusing to surrender and giving up, like a touch of green blooming in no man's land, rekindles hope.

God!

Is this... Is this... Is this an extension of the ending of "drunken folk"?

This idea is too bold and crazy, but it can't help but start to surge in the back of my mind.

At the end of the story of "drunken folk", Levine sits down at the entrance of the bar alley, staring at the far end, but leaving no answer. No one knows whether Levine will continue to insist or choose to return to the ordinary. The answer lies in the heart of every audience.

And now, at this moment, on the stage of the Academy Awards ceremony, he is performing the "death of Queen Jane" - or Levine Davis. He is standing up again. Even if he is scarred, even exhausted, even aimless, he will continue to walk.

At this moment, the music and the characters perfectly fit together, and the melody and performance intertwine with each other. Then the guests return to the kerosene lamp bar in 1961 to enjoy Levine's performance again. He is singing in a low voice:

"People sing and dance on the day of the birth of the prince; But poor queen Jane, whom I love most, lies like a cold stone and sleeps forever

There is no melody, just singing, the sad and lonely lyrics between the lips and teeth a thousand turns, will not say the way endless mixed emotions are all told clearly, leaving every audience to chew and savor, the taste only their own can understand.

"Sleep forever."

When the last line was finished, he closed his eyes slowly. Slowly, slowly, the endless fatigue flowed out little by little, and then those emotions slipped from the eyebrows to the corners of the mouth, and then slowly down the shoulders, and the spotlight thus outlined the outline of the tired shoulder.

Singing, it's over.

The director seemed to be stunned. He didn't cut off the lights at the first time, cut into the follow-up at the first time, or even mobilize the camera at the first time. Instead, he allowed his emotions to spread slowly in the air. One second, two seconds... Seemed to echo with the two second silence at the beginning, and strangely set up the barrier of time and space again, Also, the memory of the kerosene lamp bar is quietly left in the heart of each guest, becoming his own unique private corner.

No one can find out.