One Thousand One Hundred and Sixty-Three 1 Thanks

"It's like I think of Heather and Alex."

Annie said firmly, but after she finished speaking, she sat quietly, lost in her own thoughts, waited for a while, then raised her head again and looked at Renly seriously, "You said, sea Will Se regret it? Because, after all, she was not able to sing that song, she has been practicing hard and hard, even her fingers are bleeding. But now, she will never have a chance. "

The ignorant words seem to be ignorant of the world, but they seem to see through the vicissitudes of life.

Paul couldn't help but startled, "Annie? How did you know..." How did you know that Heather had passed away?

But after all, the words that followed were not able to go on, and I didn't know what to do.

Annie raised her head to look at Paul, and said resolutely, "Because Renly said, not everyone can accompany you to the end when traveling. Sometimes, you still need to finish the journey yourself. Now, Heather Just embarked on a journey on your own, right?"

Simple and unadorned words, the meaning is incomplete, and there is no beginning or end, but Paul still understands it. He raised his head and glanced at Renly, then nodded in a panic, "Yes... yes." Taking a deep breath, Paul also agreed. He calmed down and said carefully, "Although Heather is alone now, she will always be the strongest and the brightest, right? Maybe, she is singing and enjoying her dreams to the fullest. , Do you think Heather's singing is good?"

"Nice!" Annie showed a shy smile, "I like Heather's singing."

"Then, do you prefer Heather's or Renly's?" Paul asked again.

The little girl was immediately stumped, and slammed into Paul's arms at once, "You did it on purpose! Where did you ask such a question?" Then she rounded her eyes, gave Paul a heavy look, and then said Turning his head to look at Renly, "Renly, Paul deliberately bullied me just now, you saw that, right?"

Before Paul, who was sitting on the spot, had time to defend himself, Renly nodded and said solemnly, "Yes! I see! We won't be with Paul tonight, he's not a good boy!"

Paul's head was full of question marks and couldn't argue, "You...I...this..." In the end, he just stared at Renly and Annie in stunned eyes, but he couldn't hold back after all, he laughed and drooped. Shoulder, "Sorry, it's all my fault, Annie, please forgive me?"

Renly was highly skilled and nodded solemnly, "That's right, Annie, are you willing to forgive Paul?"

But Annie was obviously not strong enough. She was patient and lively. After all, she couldn't hold back. She quickly raised her hands and covered her mouth, but she couldn't help but smile, and her brows were full of lightness and joy. .

Seeing Paul's pitiful expression, Annie leaned forward, made a grimace, suppressed her smile, and said seriously, "Have you forgotten? I want to be an actor, not a singer! Hee hee!"

Niutou didn't answer Mazui's answer, but Paul couldn't refute it either. He could only nod obediently in affirmation, and then spread his hands, "Yes, yes, it must be like this."

With that helpless expression, Annie finally couldn't bear it any longer. She burst out laughing happily. She still covered her mouth with her hands, but the laughter had flowed out recklessly, and even the surrounding atmosphere became brighter. stand up.

Looking at Annie who was laughing, the corners of Renly's mouth could not help rising, and her eyes were a little dazed. Tonight's performance actually allowed Xiao Nizi to find her own dream, which was definitely an unexpected gain.

Of course, now that Annie is still young, a brand new dream may appear every once in a while, and acting is not necessarily her ultimate goal; but the most important thing is that, after experiencing family turmoil and life changes, Annie has finally found a way to struggle. The goal, the smile has returned to the cheek again, and life will eventually get better little by little.

For eleven-year-old children, it is too cruel and too cold to ask them to grow up now. If you can run all the way towards your dreams, learn to grow slowly in the midst of stumbles, this may be a more gentle and realistic way.

"Renly? Renly!"

There was a call in his ears again, and Ren Li came back to his senses and cast his gaze towards Annie. There were two blushes on the cheeks, but there was still no sweat on the forehead, so, He cast a questioning gaze with a smile, and then began to look for Nathan's figure around.

"Renly, how on earth did you do it? I mean, how did you become an actor? What should I do?" Anne was slightly panting, but her eyes were bright.

Nathan, who was standing in the corner chatting, was always paying attention. He immediately noticed Renly's gesture of raising his hand, walked over quickly, listened to Renly's whispered exhortation, and then He hurriedly turned and left; when he came back again, Annie's meds and a glass of warm water were still in hand.

"Imitation, imitation is the first step in performance, and it is also a stage that every actor must go through." Renly is explaining, "You can learn to imitate those animals, you can also learn to imitate the people around you, and gradually learn the skills of imitation, This is the first step." He took the medicine and warm water from Nathan and handed them to Annie.

But Annie was already used to this kind of life. She took the medicine obediently, poured it into her mouth, and drank water, but then said anxiously, "Go on, you go on." Without leaving Renly, she started drinking again after Renly spoke again.

Noticing Anne's thirst, Paul whispered to Nathan and asked for a glass of warm water again.

In the booth, Renly, Paul, and Annie were chatting enthusiastically. Annie kept asking Paul to tell about the experience of going to the ocean to shoot a surfing movie. She was full of curiosity and anticipation, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see someone coming. When he arrived at the booth, he was eager to stand beside him, but he was afraid of disturbing the rhythm of the conversation, so he did not speak.

At this point, Anne's attention was all on Paul, so Renly turned his head and cast a questioning gaze.

There was not just one person standing in front of him, but five or six people, and behind them there were people standing chatting, unable to distinguish the dividing line. Among them stood an old man of about seventy or eighty years old, with a wrinkled face. , with sparse white hair, leaning on a cane in his right hand, slightly bending his back, trembling tremblingly even if he just stood there.

Renly stood up quickly, left the booth, and politely greeted him, "Are you okay?"

"Ha, don't worry about me. I'm about to leave, and the taxi is already waiting at the door." The old man gave a light chuckle and explained briefly.

Even though his body has become unstable, his posture is still tall and straight, like a dedicated veteran, and the traces of the past are deeply imprinted in his blood. "I just came here to tell you, thank you tonight. You know, until now, I still dream of those years often, but most of the time it was a nightmare; but tonight should be a good dream."

Renly opened his mouth slightly, trying to respond with a sentence, but the old man didn't give him a chance, nodded politely, then turned and left on crutches.

I don't know why he appeared in the Pioneer Village tonight, I don't know why he sighed so much, and I don't know what his nightmare is, but a simple sentence contains too much.

People are always asking, art is not money, what can it bring? When you can't even meet enough food and clothing, what qualifications do you have to talk about art?

The old man in front of him is the answer.

Food and clothing are very important, and money is also very important, but there are more important things in the world than them, integrity, character, belief, freedom and dreams. Perhaps, the wealth of the spiritual world is not enough to prolong life, but it is enough to distinguish oneself from all living beings and have a soul that truly belongs to oneself.

"Master, thank you." Another young man standing next to him interrupted Renly's thoughts and said with a trembling voice, but Renly's eyes still fell on the old man and did not leave, "Tonight's performance It was amazing! I couldn't believe it, we actually watched your performance live, and I think every Don Quixote would be jealous of me."

Renly looked back and said with a smile, "Sorry, I was watching the old gentleman leave just now, and I was a little distracted." After admitting his mistake calmly, Renly continued, "To be able to come to support tonight, It's my honor. Tonight's work can be successfully completed, and I need to thank you."

After the young man left, another middle-aged man stepped forward, opened his mouth, seemed to want to say something, but couldn't express it accurately, and finally just said, "This will be a very, very wonderful work, I Can't wait to see it released now." After the sigh ended, he added, "Thank you." Then he turned and left in a panic.

A "thank you" contains so much.

Some are thankful for Renly's wonderful live performances, some are grateful for the resurgence of the wave of the ballad era, some are grateful for the magical experience of being on the set of a movie, and still others are grateful for... those about the Vietnam War The 1960s about lost lives and lost dreams.

Tonight's Pioneer Village was undoubtedly lively. After the performance, almost every audience member was reluctant to leave, not just for Renly's sake, but also to exchange their inner surging and excitement. This is a wonderful experience. The night is also a memorable night, the footsteps always stay in place, reluctant to part.

Before leaving, it seemed that everyone had a tacit understanding, specifically to find Renly, no screams, no shouts, no hugs, just a simple "thank you", but expressed countless emotions, Once again, the lines between pioneer villages and kerosene lamp bars, crew and reality begin to blur.

Leaving this gate, they once again returned from the 1960s to the 21st century, and from the era of the folk music wave to the era of network communication. It was like traveling through time and space, and only they could savor the feelings and tastes in their hearts.

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