One Thousand One Hundred and Twenty Hearts

Rooney-Mara stood quietly, standing still, bathed in the moonlight, with chills on the surface of her skin, goose bumps popped up, but she didn't move, just stayed where she was. , did not leave, and did not move forward, lest the slightest sound would disturb the back in front of him.

"Don't, don't punish me for what I feel; don't, don't punish me for the torment of my soul."

Unpredictable, the strict heart defense slammed into a heavy punch like this, and before he raised his fists to defend, the tears broke through the shackles of the eye sockets, slipped down, and fell on the back of the hand, scalding. The skin; however, in that blurry line of sight, the back was still intently outlined.

Lonely and lonely, sad and melancholy.

The softness and fragility leaked out inadvertently flows slowly in the cold moonlight, like a sparkling lake. It is breathtakingly beautiful, but it is prohibitive, lest one's own rash actions may break the peace and beauty, and I am even more worried. Your own recklessness may leave irreparable damage.

So, it stopped like that.

She stood where she was, condescending; he sat where she was, down to earth. But at this moment, she seemed to be looking up at this man.

The memories of "one person's concert" in my mind surged up again and hit my mind.

She is an audience, thousands of people who are looking up at the stage. In that spotlight, he is standing on the spot with a guitar on his back, no fancy clothes, no fancy lights, just using the simplest The most straightforward way is to communicate with the audience through music. In the wanton and sincere singing, he carefully hides his own truth and purity, and walks alone with faltering steps and scars.

The soul hidden under that gentleman's skin is so deep and complex, like a masterpiece, people always think they understand this book, but they don't know that every time they read it, there is always a new harvest. , Thousands of people and thousands of faces, everyone can appreciate their own comprehension.

First the Telluride Film Festival, then the "Crazy Love" movie, then "One Man's Concert", then the Oscars, then the "Les Miserables" show, then "Gravity" ” cooperation, and finally... and finally now

The sing-along under the moonlight, the unique uninhibited rock and roll temperament entwined in the guitar strings and flowing freely, the roar of the heart and the roar of the soul are so wonderful that one can't help but shed tears.

In the eyes of the world, he is a top superstar wearing a halo. He is an actor, a singer, an idol, a dream lover, a hereditary nobleman... At only twenty-three years old, he has already stood at the peak of his career. Accomplished goals that many would never achieve in their lifetimes; but in her eyes he was just Renly Hall.

Sometimes, he is like a child, talking about his favorite movies, dancing with his hands, and arguing with each other for one movie and one movie. Fans choose to compromise.

Sometimes, he is like a madman, immersed in his own world, recklessly into the performance, even if it causes inconvenience to other people, even if it causes controversy and criticism, he doesn't care, he just does his own thing.

Sometimes, he is like a gentleman, chatting and laughing, witty and humorous, showing his masculine charm gracefully and calmly, but refusing to approach easily, alienating an invisible wall of air between each other, keeping a polite distance.

Sometimes, like Don Quixote, he stubbornly insists on his position, rushing around in a frenzy, and he doesn't care if his head is bleeding and scarred, and he refuses to be bit by bit in reality. smooth.

He's not perfect, but he's perfect. He was Renly, the unique and irreplaceable Renly.

Rooney just stood there in a daze, letting her tears burst completely,

The cold and moving singing came from my ears, flowing gently in the melody, all the memories in my mind were scattered all over the floor, and finally all fell on the back in front of me, outlined little by little along the moonlight. Outline the shoulders.

In him, she saw herself, and no one had ever truly understood herself.

Crying and crying, the smile on the corner of his mouth rose, and then like a madman, he laughed, cried and laughed, tears completely wet his face, and he was embarrassed, but the smile bloomed warmly and brilliantly, In the halo, she saw Renly turn his head, and the two exchanged their eyes.

Under the shadow of the moonlight, the outline of the face is hidden between the light and shadow, and the line of sight is vague, a little stunned, a little surprised, a little surprised, but a similar tear is captured in each other's eyes, the warmth is fleeting, and at the same time. Armed with a touch of alienation and politeness, armed with his own vulnerability.

He is so. So does she.

Such a coincidence, as if standing in front of a full-length mirror, looking at himself inside and outside the mirror. Renly and Rooney both realized this, lowered their eyes and laughed dumbly.

Rooney shrugged helplessly. She didn't intend to disturb Renly, but she didn't expect that Renly was so sensitive, she became alert after a little trouble, and she discovered her existence, breaking the silence. At this point, she has not been timid or withdrawn, and she has not even wiped the tears on her cheeks, but just showed a big smile, "Kow."

This is the knock on the door.

Just now, Renly sang softly, "I'm still sleeping on your porch, and I'm still afraid to break the shackles on your door." He would rather curl up in the porch than knock on the door and walk into another Strangers' hearts. The pain and struggle in my heart, only I understand.

Now, Rooney plucked up the courage and knocked on the door. Her tearful eyes had a gentle and moving smile, and a touch of warmth flowed out. She met Renly's gaze frankly and sincerely, resolutely and bravely. stood still.

In an instant, Renly's inner defense line began to tremble slightly, his fingertips curled up subconsciously, carefully hiding all his negative emotions, but the next moment saw Rooney's generosity and frankness, standing defenselessly. In front of him, the steps under his feet were not offensive, and he did not easily cross the thunder pool before getting permission.

The life of the aristocrats in the upper class is like this. They cover up their true emotions layer by layer. There is no joy or sadness, no happiness or anger. Even quarrels are calm and cold and alienated, because they are too excited, Too impulsive, it is not elegant or polite behavior.

Over time, they have become accustomed to keeping all their emotions to themselves, even if it is a husband and wife, even if it is a brother and sister, even if it is a father and son, they will never open their hearts easily or even refuse to spy on each other's vulnerability. So, all emotional communication is handed over to God.

People wonder why beliefs and religions have such a strong dominance in the Western world. Part of the reason comes from the restraint and restraint of the nobles and the upper class, and religion is their only emotional sustenance.

The Halls were like that, and so was the Mara's.

But now, Rooney's calmness and honesty made Ren Li embarrassed. He quickly lowered his eyes to hide his panic and embarrassment. When he raised his eyes again, there was a hint of softness in his eyes. The raised corners of his mouth were also stained with a hint of sincerity, and he cautiously issued an invitation, "Welcome."

Rooney showed a polite smile, then stepped forward, came to Renly's side, and sat down cross-legged, "Sorry for disturbing your alone time."

It was an accidental encounter, but Rooney didn't explain too much, just sincerely apologized, because she knew that if she wanted to be alone, it would be impossible for anyone to break in for any reason. Makes you feel good.

Renly shrugged with a smile in his eyes, "You know, this is a devil's agreement, and it's now signed and sealed, so you'd better keep it a secret. Otherwise, the consequences will be very serious."

"I know, I missed the opportunity to escape." Rooney also joked with a smile, "What is the source of this song just now? I've never heard it before."

"It's just the melody I just picked up." Renly said generously, without covering it up. "I'm thinking, if there is a second album, maybe it can be included in it."

"Wow, so, there is indeed a second album?" Rooney asked in surprise.

Renly shook his head indifferently, "No, I don't have any hope for now, I'm just talking about it casually. To be honest, after the Grammys, I haven't created anything for more than half a year. I think, my Inspiration has dried up. You can tell reporters about that, I don't mind."

Rooney nodded meaningfully, as if suddenly realized, "But, as far as I'm concerned, the composition just now is amazing. The only question is, this should be indie rock... Right? I'm not sure, You play it on guitar, which should be a ballad, but the arrangement and chords are not very similar."

"Yeah, I'm trying a different creative direction, because I know that in folk music, it's impossible to break through the last album, so it's more appropriate to change direction, before other people complain that my talent has been squandered , it's a good idea to change direction yourself," Renly replied.

Looking at Renly's serious self-deprecation, Rooney couldn't help showing a smile in her eyes. She nodded in agreement, "Who knows? Maybe your talent in rock is even more outstanding than folk songs?"

"Are you serious?" Renly frowned deliberately exaggeratedly, expressing strong suspicion.

Rooney spread her hands, "No, of course I'm not. I'm just an amateur music lover, I'm just an actor, how could I know?" Those wide eyes revealed innocence, and said righteously. Understand the defense and protest, people can not help but want to clap and laugh.

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