One Thousand Eight Hundred and Fifty-Eight Measuring Life

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Evan Bell and Anne Hathaway just lay on the grass, chatting word by word. In fact, they have done this kind of thing from childhood to adulthood. I remember when I was in the Bensenhe district when I was a child, the Bells and Hathaways were next door, and Evan Bell and Anne Hathaway moved a chair to the balcony, across the alley in the middle. In the gap, separated by the concrete railings, we chat like this, and we can chat until dawn.

Although the two of them are on a journey now, the situation seems to be a bit special, but it will not affect the tacit understanding between the two people. This tacit understanding has been precipitated for too long and has even become a part of the body. The two of them chatted until the dead of night. Due to the heavy dew in the middle of the night, they had to go back to the youth hostel to seek a ray of warmth.

Evan Bell was in Newtown for two days before hitting the road again. Anne-Hathaway stayed, she was going to attend the carnival, but she had been looking forward to it for a long time.

This time, Evan Bell did not continue to the country town, but took the train to London. There is no ticket window on the platform in Newtown. After Evan Bell got on the train directly, the conductor came over after a while and took the initiative to pay for the ticket before Evan Bell invested in his own again. at work.

Inspiration during the journey is always like a spring, saying that life needs to be experienced, and life without experience is a disaster for musicians and filmmakers, because it means the exhaustion of inspiration. Evan Bell's journeys are never short of inspiration, so he has to record them with pen and paper.

When I met Mark Gatiss and the others on the train two days ago, the melody Evan Bell was composing was inspired by a little inspiration he had in Mozambique. Even the melody was not able to complete the lyrics, and even a sentence was not written. But it happens that this melody keeps reverberating in my mind. This feeling is unprecedented. Evan Bell spent a lot of time on this song. At present, it is barely two-thirds completed, and the remaining third. One is not a melody problem but a modification problem, which is definitely not smooth enough.

But today, Evan Bell did not spend time again on the melody that he temporarily named "The Way of Love", but opened a new page of sketchbook and recorded his thoughts on it. down. The idea came from a previous conversation with Anne Hathaway. Evan Bell is not sure if this will be a song or a script. Currently, he simply wants to record his mood.

"What's your plan next?" Evan Bell was recording the conversation between Anne Hathaway and himself when he was fifteen years old. After the midnight conversation the day before yesterday, Evan Bell remembered that night for some reason. The specific content of the conversation is actually a little vague, but the surrounding scene is so clear and vivid.

That was the night after Anne Hathaway officially quit the church for her brother. She had believed in the church for most of her life and suddenly cut off from her life. For Anne Hathaway, it was destined to be a sleepless night. That night, the neon signs of the "Eleven" dry cleaners were shining under the dark night sky, and the worn rattan chair on the balcony was bought by Teddy Bell from the second-hand market. He was swaying on the rattan chair. His back was to the balcony of Hathaway's house. Anne Hathaway actually turned her back to Evan Bell. , The gust of wind over the Hudson River in New York that night was very flamboyant, and when people spoke, they were accompanied by a whining sound.

"I'm going to go to Miami." Evan Bell answered Anne Hathaway's question.

As a result, Anne Hathaway sighed, "It's not creative."

Evan Bell burst out laughing, "What is the sigh of a fifteen-year-old girl."

"I think travel is more of an escapism," Anne-Hathaway said in a mature tone, perhaps because of Michelle-Hathaway she grew up overnight.

"People take reality too seriously."

Evan Bell said meaningfully, the voice was a little unsteady in the wind.

"Cut." Anne Hathaway didn't give Evan Bell any face. "Probably. I'm thinking, as long as you can afford it...then why don't you just say, 'I'm going on vacation for two years' ?"

"Because traveling can open your mind." Evan Bell was not annoyed at all, and there was some playfulness in his voice, as if he was particularly interested in what fifteen-year-old Anne Hathaway said.

"Oh, I think you are probably too broad-minded now." Anne Hathaway has known Evan Bell for so many years, and obviously she can't understand it any better, "I'm not asking what you are going to do next month, I'm asking about the future, wait until you, let me think about it", Anne-Hathaway paused, "Forty years old, what kind of person do you want to be when you are forty years old?"

"Hahahaha, forty years old? Anne, are you serious?" Evan Bell was amused by Anne Hathaway's question and couldn't help it.

"I'm serious, of course. Do you want to stay on Broadway?" Anne Hathaway knew that Broadway was probably the most passionate thing in Evan Bell's life, which was an unshakable part.

"Oh, oh, then maybe, I can become a world-famous superstar." Evan Bell's voice was full of banter. After laughing, Evan Bell was silent for a while before he said seriously. To, "I don't want to think so far away, I just want to enjoy every day, enjoy the present, enjoy the joy and happiness of life. Maybe when I'm forty, I'll still be watching Katherine and Teddy, and nothing to make."

"I can imagine you being forty years old." Evan Bell could hear the creaking sound of the chair behind him. It should be that Anne Hathaway was too excited, so she got up and turned on the back of the chair. Turned over to face Evan Bell. But Evan Bell didn't look back, "I can paint that scene now."

Evan Bell tilted his head back and saw Anne Hathaway's immature face. Although her facial features were not fully opened, her eyes were already full of brilliance. "Tell me about it."

"Okay." Anne-Hathaway put her chin on her palm, her eyes were rolling, as if she was racking her brains to imagine the picture, "You are driving a roadster, driving at sixty-six On the highway, your little belly is like a little pillow under the leather steering wheel, you wear open-back gloves, your hair is thin, your jawline is missing, and your body looks huge in the car with tanned skin Tan, like a greased fire..."

Anne Hathaway's vivid description made Evan Bell laugh' "Are you sure you're forty, not sixty? Come on, I must have been well cared for when I was forty, you know, I've been Everyone is exercising."

"There is a woman sitting next to you, wearing sunglasses." Anne Hathaway became more and more excited, and even gestured, "She is your second, oh no, at least the fourth wife , too beautiful to take your eyes off, a model, no, used to be a model, twenty-three years old, you met at New York Fashion Week."

"Wow, that's great, so do I have kids?"

"No."

"Oh, you are cruel."

"You have been divorced three times. It should have been a Friday in July, and you were rushing to a house in the country." Anne Hathaway stood up all over, and the haze of leaving the church was dissipated in the darkness at this time. In the dark of the night, those beautiful eyes still attracted Evan Bell's attention even without the refraction of the light, "The wind whistled outside the windshield and the mini was very, very happy. The third term, oh, my fault , it was the fourth wife who smiled at you, showing her kindly white teeth. You smiled at her too, while secretly trying to avoid the indelible fact that there was no—totally, absolutely no common language between you.”

"Jesus Christ, is there any praiseworthy part of me when I was forty?" Evan Bell retracted his gaze, because he kept looking up and his neck was a little sore.

"Of course, maybe you still have some savings." Anne-Hathaway seemed to be merciful and said triumphantly, "and, Catherine and Teddy must be by your side, this is your greatest wealth."

"What about you?" Evan Bell's words made all Anne Hathaway's voices instantly remain in her throat. Evan Bell then turned around and sat up, "What about you?"

Anne Hathaway flew over the pillow next to her, "I must curse you in a corner of Los Angeles, damn Evan Bell, when will you pay me back the thirty dollars you owe me!"

Evan Bell grabbed the pillow and said with a regretful expression, "Oh, poor Annie, remember me forever for thirty dollars."

Writing here, Evan Bell suddenly stopped, and unconsciously, he recorded all the pictures of that night in his mind. This is like a script, more like a novel. Of course, the real essence is actually just a diary. Just a memory diary. Evan Bell couldn't help showing a self-deprecating smile. This kind of biography is not his usual style.

Evan Bell put down the pen in his hand, walked out of the memory of the night when he was fifteen years old, and looked far-reachingly at the receding scenery outside the train window.

Evan Bell couldn't help but think about Anne Hathaway's seemingly hypocritical proposal the night before. If the most special day of the year was used to measure life, what would life look like? A person's life is full of countless variables and stories, but it only takes one day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, for ten or twenty years, to measure life in series. What will it be like? scene.

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