One Thousand Five Hundred and Seventy-Nine Restless

Meadows left, and left with the team of movie fans. No one noticed the anomaly.

Megan was the only exception, but she was a little hesitant, not quite sure what was going on, she was a little hesitant in her words, wondering if she should step forward to ask, to be sure it wasn't something unpleasant between Renly and the fans, her footsteps. Wandering in place, leaving is neither going forward nor going forward.

Then, Megan sensed Renly's gaze, and when she looked up, she could see that Renly raised her right index finger, placed it on her lips, and made a silent motion, "Shh."

There was a hint of childish playfulness in those light brown eyes, which instantly revealed Renly's original appearance, but it was fleeting, and then returned to normal again - or, in other words, entered the "Interstellar" crew With the usual attitude since then, Renly nodded slightly with a slight smile and turned to leave.

Megan's footsteps still stood there, thinking seriously for a moment, and then there was a little surprise in his eyes: father and boy. These two completely different images and temperaments are clearly presented in the gestures, and just a glimpse has overturned all the images of Renly in the crew in the past, and people are amazed, "So this is the The real Renly."

That kind of shock is so turbulent that it is impossible to tell whether it is fear or admiration - it turns out that someone can really break the virtual reality of the performance, making it completely unrecognizable? So, how many of the people in Hollywood are real and how many are false?

This...is this possible?

Megan couldn't be sure what mood he was in right now.

Renly had no way of knowing what Megan was thinking, but even if he did, Renly wouldn't care.

The boundary between truth and falsehood was always something he was exploring. After experiencing the "Booming Drummer", he really got rid of it -- or had an epiphany, Su Shi once sang a thousand years ago, "Life It's like a dream, a bottle of water is like a bottle of water." A game is a dream, even if there is no performance, how many people can stick to their truth?

Otherwise, how could Hollywood's Vanity Fair lose so many lonely souls? In the final analysis, there is only one original heart. If I keep it, it will give me back my clarity; if I lose it, it is just empty joy.

Turning around, Renly first found Nathan, got his cell phone, then left the work area on the set, walked in the direction of the cornfield, and called Paul.

The phone rang for a while, and just as it was about to go to voicemail, it finally answered, "Hey, Renly!"

"Oh,

Hey Paul. I thought you were filming. "Renly just needs to tell Paul the latest news, that is, Meadow is safe for the time being, that's enough, it doesn't matter if it's an assistant or a voicemail, I didn't expect Paul to answer it, but that's fine, we can communicate directly and directly. .

Paul didn't make any special words or actions, a sigh could be heard faintly from the receiver, it was not obvious, it was more of a long exhalation after exhaustion, but this little bit of information was enough, "Uh, I just Finished filming a scene, and now come back to rest. My condition is not very good, Fan is picking on faults there again, I don't know what happened to him..."

In just a few words, Paul slammed on the brakes.

Paul's anxiety and fatigue can be clearly detected. Usually he almost never complains or complains, let alone speaks ill of other people behind his back, but now the whole person is in a tense state, and his mental state is also lacking. Consistent. Patience, but despite this, he was unable to speak.

He let out a long breath again, "Sorry, I'm not in a good state." Paul took the initiative to apologize.

"Paul." Renly interrupted Paul's apology and said neatly, "I've seen Meadow. She's fine. All right."

"..." Paul was stunned like this, and then he let out a sigh of relief again, and sat quietly on the other end of the phone, not speaking for a long time.

Renly said nothing.

Paul sat quietly like this, muttering raggedly, "It's okay. It's okay. It's okay...it's okay..." As he spoke, all the words and sounds were choked in his throat. fell silent.

In that silence, even the sound of breathing seems to have disappeared, but I can feel that the mixed emotions are interweaving, sadness and joy, rejoicing and relief, bitterness and happiness, words are really indescribable, all of them are A heavy thud was surging in his chest.

Paul just needs a little time.

After waiting for a while, Renly faintly caught Paul's breathing gradually calming down, so he spoke again, and told Paul the ins and outs of Meado's arrival on the set today, but Renly only talked about what happened on the set and didn't mention it. Meadow's next follow-up plan did not mention that Meadows was hiking in Banff National Park. This is Renly's promise to Meadow.

Paul didn't ask any further questions, he just nodded lightly to show his understanding, and repeated the meaningless but extremely heavy words again, "It's fine."

This is the only thing Paul cares about. As long as Meadow is safe, everything can be negotiated.

"Paul." Renly was mulling over his words, thinking about how to speak.

According to the education of the Hall family in this life, he should not easily interfere in Paul's housework. In addition to respecting Paul's privacy, the most important thing is that he does not know the ins and outs of the matter, nor the status of Paul and Meadows. , the opinions he casually gave are likely to be fundamentally wrong, not only not helpful, but also a disservice.

But Paul was different after all, and Renly wanted to help. However, this is not an easy task. The words come to the lips and turn around, but still cannot find a clear direction.

"You know we'll all grow up eventually, right?" Renly chose his own way, and said quietly, "That's how we came here, and so are the children. As we grow up, we need more space of our own. , we'll start to have our own lives, and we'll start to have our own secrets, and not everything can be in the hands of parents."

"...I..." Paul opened his mouth and said a word.

Renly did not rush to continue, but waited for Paul's words. They are equal, there is no condescension to impart experience and lessons, just communicate with each other, so he waits for Paul's point of view, and only by communicating with each other can he find a solution to the problem.

But Paul was not able to speak after all, just sighed, and then fell silent again.

"Parents should learn to let go and learn to understand. I don't know how difficult it is, because I've never been a father, but I know it's definitely not an easy thing." Renly then continued, "letting go doesn't mean Parting means maturity and independence between each other, children need to have their own lives, and parents need to create their own lives, but in the final analysis, family love is still the deepest bond between each other."

This is Renly's own perception.

There is no correct answer about family affection and family. Every family has a book that is difficult to read. Some people yearn for a deeper bond, and some people yearn for independence. But no matter what, family is family after all. The emotional fetters of the heart are always the most important harbor in the heart.

Even Renly is no exception. If Edith asked, no matter what, right or wrong, Renly would stand behind her unconditionally.

Paul still didn't speak, the sound of the lighter rubbing came from the other side of the receiver, and the sizzling sound of the cigarette lit slowly spread in the air.

Although Renly didn't say much, Paul was not an idiot. It must have been something Meadows and Renly mentioned, which is why Renly said what he just said. Paul had to admit that he didn't know how to get along with Meadow. He was too cautious and eager, so that he was worried about gains and losses, and instead made frequent mistakes.

"It seems that not so long ago, Meadows was a baby in the swaddling clothes, only as long as my forearm, so small and cute in my arms, I was worried that I might crush her with a little force, God, I I really believe that she is an angel from heaven who lights up my life."

Paul said quietly, the happiness and contentment rising at the corners of his mouth could be vaguely captured in his words.

"I used to hear people miss their kids like this, and I think they must be making a fuss, kids are growing up, we are getting older, isn't that a fact that everyone knows? But now, I really understand That kind of feeling."

"It's not that we don't know, but we are reluctant, so we began to refuse to admit the reality, indulge in those memories, and reminisce the most beautiful years. But in fact, how could it be so beautiful in the past, those who were killed in the middle of the night The days of waking up, the days of having a splitting headache because of the baby's distress, the days of clumsily learning to change diapers, we are like a powder keg that can explode anytime, anywhere. We just glorify those memories, distill those Just a happy moment."

Paul was immersed in his own memories, and his voice became lighter. He seemed to be laughing at himself, and he seemed to be sighing. Finally, he took a deep breath of the cigarette, but he didn't want to cough.

Although Paul can smoke, he is actually not addicted to cigarettes at all. He usually does not smoke at all. A pack of cigarettes is still full for more than half a year. Today, it seems that because I haven't smoked for so long, I start to cough, but I can't tell whether it's because of the cigarette choking or because of my uneasy mood.

"At a certain moment, we suddenly found out that we are old, and the children have grown up, and gradually disappeared like this." Paul sighed in a rare sight.