The Greatest Showman

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Renly didn't stay too long in the hospital, staying for a little half an hour before he was ready to leave.

"I'm going back first." Renly stood up, glancing playfully at Paul's plate. "I need to go back to dinner now, not the junk food here."

"Hey, this is my dinner! Can you cooperate?" Paul raised his voice in protest, but then smiled widely, "By the way, I'm really really bored here, you can Bring me some racing magazines?" Paul scratched his head when he noticed Renly's confused look, "If Meado finds out, she'll be nagging for a long time."

That's why I didn't dare to ask my family for help, lest Mei Duo find out about the leak.

Renly raised his eyebrows, "I thought I was a friend of Meadow. For friends, I shouldn't keep secrets."

"Before you became Meado's friend, you were my friend, okay? Mine!" Paul straightened his neck and expressed his position strongly.

A smile appeared on the corner of Renly's mouth, "I see. I'll send someone to deliver it later."

"Good job!" Paul clenched his fists in celebration.

"Hide it up. If Meadow asks, I will never admit it." Renly turned around and explained, and then he could see Paul nodding like a chicken pecking at rice. .

Watching Renly leave the ward, Paul hesitated for a moment, then said loudly, "Renly. Thank you."

Renly stopped and turned to look at Paul with confusion in his eyes.

Because of this accident, but also because of the calculations of the "Speed ​​and Passion" crew, but not only because of these. The weight of a "thank you" was still too light, but it was the thanks he had to say. Facing Renly's gaze, Paul was a little restrained, he didn't know how to explain it, couldn't find a clue after a thousand words, and finally stopped saying, "It's nothing, I just think I should say thank you. "

Lan Ziyi tasted the confusion and deep meaning behind these words, but didn't say much, just said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's just a few magazines, it's not a big problem."

Paul was stunned for a moment, nodded ignorantly to show his understanding, and then his smile rose, "Yeah, it's just a few magazines..." Nodding heavily again, he explained kindly, "Be careful on the way back, and enjoy dinner! Then have a good rest!"

"Okay." Renly nodded, then turned and left.

Paul retracted his gaze, turned his head to look at the surf show again, and enjoyed it with relish.

...

Back at the apartment, Renly saw Rooney doing yoga.

It is not a difficult movement, just a basic movement that maintains the flexibility of the body, and then continues to maintain a still state, as if he is slowly adjusting his breathing. It seems that yoga should have come to an end.

The cream-yellow lights in the room fell down, there was no special music, and the air was filled with a faint scent of lavender, which naturally revealed a sense of tranquility.

Renly didn't interrupt Rooney's yoga time, and walked lightly towards the bathroom. Today was a busy day, flying and recording, and then went to the hospital. The winter in Los Angeles actually made him go out on the first floor. With a thin sweat, he was still a little uncomfortable going back to the warm winter sun in California from the ice and snow in Park City.

After taking a simple shower, washing away the dust of the journey, when Rooney appeared in the hall again, Rooney's yoga had ended, and she didn't see her figure, and then a voice came from the direction of the kitchen, "Has dinner? "

"No." Renly walked towards the kitchen. "I went to the hospital to visit Paul before I came back."

In the kitchen, Rooney is busy, and usually doesn't look like a human being, but when she enters the kitchen, she is not clumsy or embarrassed. How's it going? I heard from Meadow that the stitches will be removed in two days, and Paul is in good shape now."

"Yeah. He's fine." Renly leaned against the corner wall, folded his hands on his chest, and quietly watched Rooney's busy figure, "He's watching a surf show, and it seems that he can't wait. Just wanted to start moving again; also, he asked me to help/steal/smuggle/several racing magazines in."

Rooney raised her head and looked at Renly, a little surprised, and then got the affirmative confirmation of Renly's nod, she couldn't help laughing, "Meadows definitely disagree."

Renly shrugged, "That's why I need to be the bad guy."

"Haha, be careful, Meadows will settle the bill with you." Rooney's voice contained a hint of schadenfreude, and her movements were completed quickly before she spoke, "I thought you and Andy would go out to dinner, he saw it today. It seems that some things need to be discussed with you, so I simply prepared some. If it is not enough, let's order takeout. "

"Forget the takeout. Please don't increase my fitness burden, okay?" Renly walked over to the kitchen partition, reached out and took the cutlery from Rooney, turned and placed it by the dining table - only one set, Rooney had obviously eaten it.

Rooney joked briskly, "I thought you would never gain weight, so you never needed to exercise."

"Didn't you see my exercise time?" Renly took a seat at the table while Rooney prepared dinner

Served, pan-fried cod with broccoli, and then some black rice and other vegetables. The portion is sufficient and the nutrition is considered. The most important thing is that the calories and fat are not too high.

Rooney is not a master chef either. If she is allowed to complete a serious meal, she is helpless, and still needs professionals to come to do it; but her movements in the kitchen are obviously more comfortable than Renly's. Much more casual, ordinary simple dishes in daily life, she can do independently, and she also enjoys it.

As it happens, most of the time the two actors have to work, and there are not many times when they need to cook by themselves; so, when they can meet occasionally, Rooney is also willing to enter the kitchen and prepare some simple food for the two to share. Some leisure time for each other.

Just like tonight.

"But after 'Boom Drummer', you don't have time to exercise, right?" Rooney looked at the essence through the problem.

Renly was stunned for a while, then thought about it seriously, nodded in agreement, "It seems that we should go to Malibu during the next period of time to see if there is a suitable wave, and maybe we can hug the ocean."

Renly started to eat, while Rooney sat opposite with a book and started flipping through it again.

"Remember what you said last time? If you can understand the director's composition and lighting, it will also inspire different performances. I have recently started to read a few books, and I think the use of lenses in French New Wave films is indeed unique, and many French actors It doesn't seem to be in the state of performance at all, but the texture presented by the picture is completely natural. This is a kind of artistic interpretation."

"Sure enough, the French have their own unique perspective on art."

"How on earth did you find out? Most actors don't take into account the director's design in terms of composition and lighting. It is very rare to focus on the script and the plot."

"I have some impulses now to go to Paris to live for a period of time, not for work or tourism, but to live there, to experience the local cultural atmosphere, and occasionally to enjoy the local stage performances. You say, whether the stage plays in Paris and London are not Is there a huge difference?"

Rooney just gave her thoughts one sentence after another; Renly answered occasionally, but most of the time she was engrossed in her meal.

But it was such an intermittent conversation that the two of them seemed extraordinarily comfortable, and their emotions and muscles gradually eased.

"Ding dong", the doorbell rang, Rooney put down the book in her hand, got up and went to open the door, "It should be Andy, did he call you?"

"My phone is in my backpack," Renly replied.

Rooney opened the front door and the voice came, "Hey Andy, good evening."

"Rooney. Sorry, I made a special trip here so late." Andy's simple and honest voice sounded immediately.

"Don't worry, I told Renly just now that you should come over." Rooney's voice contained a slight smile, "If it wasn't for something important, you wouldn't be in such a hurry. Renly is in the dining room. , he just finished his meal and is about to drink coffee, do you need a cup?"

"Black coffee, thank you." Andy was not polite, and said in a relaxed tone, "God, my brain is in a mess right now, and I desperately need a cup of black coffee to wake up."

"If you're not worried about not being able to sleep at night." Rooney also joked.

The two appeared in the dining room one after the other, Renly took his plate to the kitchen and put it in the sink, Rooney came over and patted Renly's arm lightly, "Hand in. Give it to me. Do you need sugar in your coffee? Do you have to wake up early tomorrow morning to dub it, will you not be able to sleep?"

"Just add milk. I need to read the script tonight," replied Renly in a low voice, before putting a kiss on Rooney's forehead, thanking him for the dinner, "Thank you." Then he stepped back The restaurant, sat down directly opposite Andy.

Andy looked really embarrassed at this time. Not in terms of clothing, but in spirit.

Andy was still wearing the black suit he wore at the airport in the afternoon, his shirt and tie were meticulous, and there was no mess; however, there was dense sweat oozing out of his forehead, his cheeks were slightly flushed, some abnormal flushing, and his eyes were slightly flushed. He looked very tired and couldn't get up.

"It seems that Bob Iger is not an easy opponent to deal with." Renly responded immediately.

Andy took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, but then the sweat seeped out again. I don't know if it was because of exhaustion and weakness, or because of being overweight. "This shouldn't be an accident, should it?"

Renly nodded lightly in agreement.

Andy hesitated for a moment, "Do you mind if I take off my tie?" He knew that in a noble family, even in the hall or bedroom, keeping clothes neat and tidy is a basic etiquette, but today is a special case, he is now Really need to breathe.

"Of course, please," Renly replied politely.

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