Three Hundred and Thirty Versatile

After laughing wildly, Alan sat back in his seat, but he was extremely vigilant. He raised his head and glared at Renly, "Is it gone?"

Ren Li couldn't help but smile because of that lingering fear. He didn't say anything, just raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender, which made Allen sit down, but his eyes were staring at Ren Li nervously. , which made Ren Li couldn't help but look to the side with a horrified expression.

Allen was immediately frightened, and the whole person avoided to the other side, as if there was a monster where Renly's line of sight fell. But then she realized that she had been teased by Renly again, she laughed helplessly, and scolded, "Hey! You bastard!" Renly spread his hands and innocently said that he did nothing.

Allen looked at the audience who were laughing all over the place, and felt absurd for a while, and laughed again. "There's a very hot video on YouTube recently, I don't know if you've seen it..."

Ellen resumes hosting, but Renly interrupts her, "Wait, I thought we were still talking about my movie."

"No, you missed the opportunity." Allen shook his head without any respect, "Now I've decided to move on to the next topic, the movie is over." Then, regardless of Renly's stunned expression, he continued to introduce, "I saw a video on YouTube..."

The audience at the scene saw Renly's helpless expression, laughter one after another, and it was very lively.

Allen also showed a big smile and continued the topic unswervingly, "This video is about you. You are in the streets of the favelas in Rio de Janeiro, giving a short performance. Do you know this?"

The smile on Renly's mouth didn't fade, but he still turned to look at Ellen, "No, I don't know. I mean, the street performance thing is true, but I don't know that someone filmed it and uploaded it to YouTube. ." Renly narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'm not sure, this is my illusion, why I think people are recording videos everywhere, and then uploading them to the Internet. Sometimes, I even wonder if my agent arranged it on purpose. of."

In fact, this is also one of the hottest discussion topics on the Internet, and it is enduring. After the Golden Globes, there was another wave of anger.

"It's your illusion." Allen said decisively, making the audience laugh. "You can upload tens of thousands of videos every day on YouTube. You are not as special as you think." After Allen finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh. On the other hand, Renly, who was complained about, had a calm expression on his face, spread his hands, and accepted the fact that the women at the scene suddenly let out a distressed "Oh", followed by laughter.

"However, this video is very special. Let's take a look." Allen turned around, and the video started playing on the big screen.

In the video, Renly wore a simple white T-shirt with light blue ripped jeans.

Standing on the street, leaning against the wall behind him, with a guitar slung over his shoulder, bathed in golden sunlight. The dilapidated and colorful streets of Rio de Janeiro are mixed together, like a flowing feast, surging in the mint blue air, lazy, fresh, beautiful and free.

The fingertips are lightly outlined, humming softly, and the bright and transparent musical symbols are ding-dong like a thorough spring.

"The gravel between my toes is warm, the gravel is cold in my sleeping bag, and I'm starting to realize that those memories are the most beautiful things a man has. Summer on a slender back, where the shores land so far from home, through that cloth A trail full of dust and pine cones."

The melody wrapped in the bright sunshine is flowing, as if nature is whispering in the ear - the sound of the light wind blowing through the pine trees, the waves lapping the fragments of the reef, the gravel falling through the fingers, the seabirds fluttering high The surging, the mist flowing in the silence between the mountains...

Involuntarily, a peaceful and magnificent picture was drawn in my mind, and I fainted amid the clanging guitar strings, making people could not help but close their eyes, and the cold and moist green oxygen swirled in my chest.

Quietly, just like that, the curvature of the corners of his mouth rose.

"We snuggled up like puppies by the campfire, and woke up in the mist, blooming in midsummer."

The streets of Rio de Janeiro have a peculiar restlessness in summer, but the light melody flows like a stream, bringing a touch of coolness. The summer that blooms like a bud is so wonderful that people just want to wander.

The alley of the slum has a primitive roughness, without any modification, like a wild beast, but the touching lyrics interpret this simple and sincere primitive, as if being in the ocean currents, bathed in sunlight Below, touch the pulse of nature.

The brisk melody suddenly slowed down, Renly put his fingers on the strings, and sang a cappella, "We stand still, like the stars on the treetops. So joyful and joyful, the turbulent warmth in our chests interprets the True, Old-Pine listens to my singing..."

The magnetic voice fluttered over the strings, like the wings of a butterfly, and like the dense morning mist, everything was so beautiful, so beautiful that one wanted to scream. Inadvertently, a touch of warmth flows out like this, not exciting, not restless, not noisy, not turbulent, just flowing calmly, but it makes people relax.

Renly raised his head, the singing came to an abrupt end, and the shallow smile was suddenly outlined, like the first ray of morning light breaking through the shackles of the night, and like the first ray of spring light breaking the shackles of winter, above the dense and lush pine forest. Wandering around, he opened his lips and whispered softly, "Bless this beautiful morning."

The video ends here. It freezes on Renly's smile that lights up the world, and the golden sunlight seems to be a foil.

Beautiful, happy, warm.

This is the only feeling everyone feels right now. The video is very short, only less than 80 seconds, but the emotion flowing in my heart is very turbulent. The forests were looming in the thick fog, and the golden sunlight fell down, outlining the outline of the world. Majestic, but warm as jade; fresh and natural, but refreshing.

It is unimaginable, almost unimaginable, that the power of music is bursting to the extreme in this one, so that people enter another world, a world like a fairyland.

"Beautiful." This was Allen's only thought. She took the lead in applauding, and all the audience applauded along with it. The applause grew louder and louder, and finally came together. At the same time, it was accompanied by whistles. Sent a compliment, "Beautiful, this is all really beautiful." Allen kept repeating the same words.

For the first time, she found that her own words were so pale. The seemingly bland lyrics are connected in series, and turned into such a beautiful poem, which is fermented, dense and continuous in the melody.

Renly spread out his hands with a smile and accepted the praise from the scene. This calm gesture made everyone more enthusiastic, and the roar lasted for nearly a minute before Alan stopped him, "I can't use accurate words. Words to describe how I feel. Likewise, there are 30,000 people on YouTube who have the same idea as me, and this video has attracted 13 million views and 30,000 likes on YouTube.”

Applause sounded again.

"Renly, this isn't the first time you've sung on the street, right?" Allen finally got into the topic. "You did another song on the street after the Emmys, didn't you?"

"Yes." Renly nodded in acknowledgement, "It was on the streets of Rio de Janeiro, and I was filming 'Fast & Furious 5'..."

"Oh, oh", the screams at the scene interrupted Renly's words again, he raised his head, nodded to the audience, and then continued, "It's a small market in the slums, with things Change things. In the video just now, there is a booth next to it. Did you see that handsome guy with long hair? It's him, he is an excellent bracelet knitter, and I found a lot of interesting little things on his booth. In the end, he gifted me a bracelet, and in exchange, I wrote the song to him."

The bracelet was finally given to Heather.

"This is what you created temporarily at the scene?" Allen said in surprise, and the audience couldn't wait to boo again.

Renly laughed and went on to explain, "Yes, this song is relatively simple, the chords are not too complicated, it's just a folk minor. But I personally like the lyrics very much, describing a morning in a pine forest. But When I wake up, Midsummer is already at my feet."

The roars and applause of the scene came one after another, causing Renly's words to become fragmented. It took a lot of effort for him to explain.

"Wow, it's really beautiful. To be honest, I think it's like a poem." Allen's exclamation was agreed by everyone, "So, does this song have a name?"

"'Old-Pine'."

"It's called 'Old Pine'?"

"Yes."

"Indeed, there is no more apt title than this." Allen nodded, "If you record this song, remember to notify me, and I will download it as soon as possible." The scene cheered again, "However, It's not the first time you've shown musical talent, and I'm not just talking about street performance, but you released two singles last year, right?"

"Are you sure we're going to start this topic?" Renly didn't intend to talk deeply. Why did Andy allow this part of the topic to be mixed in? Didn't you come today to promote "Buried Alive"? It doesn't seem right to confuse the subject like this? "I don't think Katie wants to hear me, a layman, discussing her profession here."

Katy Perry, this is Renly's shield.

But before Alan could answer, Katie's voice came from the backstage, "I don't mind." This made Renly stunned for a moment. The audience began to scream, and then Renly followed Alan's gaze. Turning his head to the position of the band behind him, he can see Katie sticking her head out and saying seriously, "I mean it, I don't mind. I'm also curious, what the hell is going on?"

"Ahhhh!" The atmosphere of the studio reached a real climax/climax at this moment, and even got a little out of control.

Note: Old-Pine - Ben-Howard