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Renly returned to the bar. Neil noticed the little commotion just now and asked with concern, "Is there something wrong?"？”
“The artist's fault." Renly waved his hand and said nonchalantly..
This made Neil laugh lowly and said jokingly, "That's the same kind of person as you.".”
Renly looked at Niall calmly, with no intention of denying it. Niall could only sneer helplessly..
As the favorite gathering place for artists on the East Coast and even in North America, New York, especially the downtown area, is home to a large number of artists with eccentric personalities. Almost every artist has his own quirks and is incompatible with the mainstream of society. The Pioneer Village is One of the artists' favorite haunts, Renly and Niall are no strangers to dealing with bizarre situations almost every day..
“Where is George? "Renly turned around and looked, only to find that George was gone..
“Stanley is here." Neal pointed to the other direction of the bar. Renly turned around and saw Stanley and George sitting in the booth. George was saying something in a rough voice. Stanley The expression on his face gradually became clearer, and his eyebrows were filled with joy and happiness..
Turning around, Renly saw the big smile on Neal's face. He also raised his eyebrows deliberately and gave Renly two winks. It seemed that he also heard the news from George..
Renly, however, suppressed his smile, and the expression on his eyebrows became cold, which made Niall's eyebrows expressionless, and he couldn't help but beat the table with the rag in his hand in protest..
But obviously, this trick was of no use to Renly. Seeing Renly's indifferent and contented look, Niall was very sad. However, Niall also knew that Renly was a man of his word. As long as he made an agreement, he would definitely fulfill it. Thinking of this, Neil became happy again.
Glancing to the left from the corner of his eyes, Neil moved slightly closer to Renly and said in a low voice, "They're coming again..”
Renly turned his head, and then saw the old homeless man walking over with his beer in hand, while the other two people were still sitting in the booth..
The old tramp took a seat next to Renly, sat down, and then raised the bottle to Neil and gestured, "Give this young man a bottle.".”
Neil glanced at Renly, then opened a bottle of beer and placed it in front of Renly..
“The two old friends were a little rude just now. I'm sorry." The old tramp pointed the beer bottle in his hand at Renly, with a slight smile on his lips. There was no excessive explanation, and there was no cunning excuse. He was so frank and frank. His appearance expressed enough sincerity, and most importantly, his eyes were always looking at Renly sincerely and intently..
Renly picked up the beer in front of him, gestured, and then took a big sip. This was regarded as accepting the apology. However, he didn't say much. His cold and distant temperament made the air that had not had time to warm up again. cooled down，
The old tramp didn't care, and said to himself, "This is really a nice place. Even in New York, there are not many bars like this anymore. I liked this unique bar very much when I was in London. In a small bar, have a drink occasionally, chat with familiar and unfamiliar people, and waste time well..”
“America is a country with a fast pace of life." Renly shrugged and responded with a chuckle..
The old tramp nodded extremely seriously, "But sometimes, we need to slow down a bit." After saying this, he paused for a moment, as if he was savoring something carefully, and then took another sip of beer, "Listen Said, there is a performance here tonight？”
“Yes." Renly guessed that the old tramp and the old artist were both Woody's friends. Woody brought them here to watch the show and enjoy a different night. "Even those who don't like live singing. I'll like the atmosphere here. London can't compare to this place.”
“Oh, this makes my expectations go up again." The old tramp's voice was low and hoarse, and when he joked, it was like a bass drum. I always felt that the point of the joke was not quite right. "I heard that you occasionally I'll perform here？”
“Occasionally." Renly nodded and admitted frankly, then emphasized, "Only occasionally..”
The corners of the old tramp's mouth were raised, and one could hear the deep meaning of Renly's second half of his sentence - obviously, Renly had no plans to perform tonight, "When you stand on the stage and perform, doesn't that feeling... Too same? I mean, the stage here. What does that feel like?？”
Renly turned his head and followed the old tramp's gaze to the stage..
The stage in Pioneer Village is not big. Strictly speaking, it is just a small stage with only one level of stairs. It is almost parallel to the perspective of the customers. It is also not large in scope. If the drum set is moved up, it will occupy almost half of the stage. location.
“What does it feel like to isolate yourself from the world? " Renly joked half-jokingly, "But at the same time, it connects himself to another world..”
There were no lights on the stage at this time, it was just pitch black, but his thoughts began to spread in the darkness. Renly withdrew his sight and took another sip of beer. The cold liquid slid down his throat, and he regained consciousness a little. Come to think of it, "We all need something to separate ourselves from the complex reality and give ourselves some time to get along with ourselves. Some people choose alcohol, and some people choose drugs..”
“You chose music." The old tramp also looked away and turned to look at Renly..
“Sort of." Renly nodded in affirmation, "When I need to think, I will choose music; when I don't need to think, I will choose surfing or rock climbing." Then he shrugged, " Or, who knows? Alcohol looks like a good choice too.”
This faint joke made the old tramp chuckle, but after the smile gradually disappeared, he looked at Renly intently, "What are you thinking about?"？”
“Ha." Renly chuckled lightly, "Anything you want to think about, even things that will get you arrested or even jailed if you speak out." The sarcastic words did not make people feel offensive at all, but instead had a sense of humor. black humor.
The old tramp nodded in affirmation and carefully thought about what Renly had just said..
Judging from his appearance alone, Renly is a handsome gentleman, elegant, restrained, calm, and wise. His sharp edge is occasionally revealed, but most of the time it is hidden; but the loneliness and loneliness revealed between talking and laughing are like a quiet man. Like moonlight, cold, tough, clear and lonely, entwining between the lines.
“Or, think about the source of the problems in life, think about..." The old tramp's voice gradually lowered, so deep that it almost disappeared. The long tail sound carried a trace of imperceptible pain, but it made him feel sad. Renly couldn't help turning his head, a little surprised. "Think about whether there is a way to solve this problem, and then... let us get rid of... the sea of suffering of all living beings..”
The words of the old tramp were so deep, but the emotions hidden in them were so fragile, as if they would be shattered with just a light touch, and even the atmosphere could not help but become solemn..
“What did you choose? "Renly asked abruptly. He didn't know what the old tramp had experienced. Everyone has their own story, but he knew that some pain could not be healed..
But the old tramp understood it immediately, "Writing. I chose to write. Although I am an extremely bad writer, words have a magical power for me..”
Renly nodded in approval..
He likes words, although this is not his strongest point. In his previous life at university, he studied journalism, and he is very good at dealing with words, but his strengths lie in the reporting of objective facts, as well as interviews and debates. In terms of way of thinking, as for music creation, that is another matter.
But as the old tramp said, words are a very wonderful thing. It is just a simple arrangement and combination of words, but it can build a whole magnificent world in the mind. The most interesting thing is that the same words can be used in other words. Different people, different stages of life, and different social situations will feel different when they rise up..
“Just like Edgar Allan Poe (Aln-Poe)." The old tramp gently tugged at the corner of his mouth, trying to show a smile, but failed, and still drooped, "His words have a magical power, those metaphors The Gothic world constructed by symbols, images, is dark and romantic, and has never been a simple text..”
Renly's fingers carefully rubbed the beer bottle in his palm, his thoughts followed the old tramp's words, and he fell into deep thought..
“On a long, boring, gray and silent day in the autumn of that year, with heavy clouds hanging low in the sky, I rode alone through this gloomy and exotic countryside, and finally, When night falls slowly, the cold scenery of Usher House unfolds before my eyes.”
This is the opening chapter of Edgar Allan Poe's most classic Gothic "The Fall of the House of Usher". It has left a profound mark in the history of literature and deeply influenced countless writers in later generations, including the Chinese /Guo’s Lin/Yu/Tang, Lu/Xun, etc..
Ellen's diction and artistic imagery have reached their pinnacle in this work. In European literary studies, it is even listed by many as a piece of literature comparable to Shakespeare..
Just like the ancient poem "The ancient vines and old trees have dim crows, the small bridges and flowing water are home, the west wind and the thin horses on the ancient roads, the sunset, the heartbroken people are at the end of the world", in the stories written by Ellen, a few strokes of the story convey the darkness and the oozing atmosphere. A bloody and powerless scene is outlined. This opening chapter describes an abandoned castle, the House of Usher, but in the eyes of the world, it outlines the sad, miserable and lonely scene of society in the early nineteenth century..
“I have never seen what it looked like in the past, but with just a glimpse, a certain unbearable gloom permeated my heart. I looked at the sparse scenery around the mansion, with desolate walls and decaying trees covered in white. , my soul is speechless, my heart is cooling down, sinking, showing a weak morbidity.”
Renly recited softly, this is why he likes words, like music, it can reflect the temperature of the soul, true and beautiful.
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