The Greatest Showman

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"In a lonely place where the light can't touch, the hands are crossed to face the destruction of the world calmly. When the day is coming, we will accompany each other and celebrate that we have almost reached the end. Unfortunately, they will disappear in the end. Everyone wants to rule the world."

As early as 1985, the British rock band Tears of Fear sang, "Everyone wants to rule the world"; thirty years later, human greed and desire never seem to disappear, that kind of madness It plays out over and over again.

In fact, what more than thirty years? The long history of mankind seems to be a cycle, reborn in destruction, and destruction in rebirth. After all, we are stuck in the same place, repeating our own destiny: from tragedy to comedy, and then from comedy to tragedy, we cannot get rid of it.

"Welcome to the world, and there is no turning back. Even in drowsiness, we are still armed with masks, refusing the call of survival instinct/power, and everyone wants to rule the world; this is my desire, this is my confession, which drives resolve, drives The pursuit of freedom and pleasure, there is no eternity in the world, and everyone wants to rule the world."

It becomes absurd because it is too crazy, it becomes sad because it is absurd, then it becomes helpless and dazed, and finally it becomes crazy again. Everyone is trapped in their own desires/desires, drawing the ground as a prison, tying themselves to suffocation little by little, but still stubbornly refusing to resist.

"Unbearable indecision, trapped in myopic shortsightedness, everyone wants to rule the world."

But... how many people can really see through it? How many people can really get rid of it?

Including Renly.

Sad, ridiculous, deplorable.

At the end of the rounds, they were all just ants trapped in the same place, fighting, fighting, and exile. They thought they dominated the world, they thought they conquered the world, but they suddenly woke up at the end of the world. It's just a drop in the ocean of all beings.

What is he fighting for?

Renly just stared at the rear-view mirror quietly, the tears had stopped, and his face was stained and looked embarrassed. Desperate sadness, "Philip, am I the only one from now on?"

He asked again.

The same question hit Philip hard again. He tried to control his emotions, but his hands began to tremble slightly because he controlled it too hard.

Finally, Philip let go of his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, raised his chin slightly, looked into the rearview mirror frankly and bluntly, and met Renly's line of sight. He replied calmly and calmly, "Master Renly, here I am."

A simple sentence, which seemed to have no power, pressed heavily on Renly's chest. For a long time, there was no sound. It seemed that a century had passed before Renly replied softly, "Okay." It was just one word, but it seemed to consume all the energy in Ren Li's body. The tense shoulders slowly drooped down, and the whole person slowly leaned towards the back of the chair, closing his eyes like this.

It seems, tired, but finally at ease.

Looking at Renly like this, Philip's eyes couldn't help but get wet, he struggled on the edge of the old tears, suppressed and suppressed, and finally managed to escape the crisis of collapse; however, the sight that fell on Renly's shoulders The seriousness and restraint of the housekeeper faded away, and it quietly became soft and warm.

Renly seemed to fall asleep just like that, and the carriage fell silent again. However, Philip was not in a hurry, so he quietly stuck to his post, patiently feeling the passage of time, and quietly admiring the golden sunlight that fell on the Mississippi River, sparkling and gurgling.

At this moment, they were just wasting their time for a while, just a little while.

"Philip, leave Hall's house and come over to my house." Renly's voice sounded again in the carriage, calm and relaxed. If it wasn't for the slight hoarse voice revealing the truth, the calm tone would not have been able to detect what just happened. What, nothing seems to have changed.

"Okay." Philip replied.

Renly knew that Philip's dream was to hold on to his role as steward until the end of his life. Now, he should guard Philip.

"You give Matthew a call and help buy a mansion in London. I can't live in Notting Hill every time I return to London." Renly continued to talk about his arrangements and plans.

"Okay," Philip replied again, but out of the corner of his eye he glanced at Renly again, and he could detect the subtle difference in Renly's voice.

In the past, although Renly always kept a certain space away from him, so that people could not get close, he was always warm; now Renly, there is a hint of indifference in his voice, that kind of cold and biting indifference, sharply. Stinging Philip, he couldn't help but worry.

The purchase of the mansion also means that Renly has officially sounded the horn of the counterattack: he will return to London, not as an occasional visit or a business trip, but with a high-profile and strong return, just like the "Count of Monte Cristo" written by Alexandre Dumas. , officially announced that he was about to launch a counterattack.

This is... not Renly. At least, Philip didn't want Renly to turn into that.

But Renly seemed to sense Philip's concerns - even with his eyes still closed, "They can't change me, neither do I.

will not change. It's just, some things, some decisions, I need to learn to move forward after all. Maybe I don't want to rule the world, but at least I can protect my persistence and no one can hurt me. They have made a choice, and then they have to pay the price. This is reincarnation. We are all puppets stuck on the wheel of fate, aren't we? "

Some people never know "enough is enough"; some people are always "taking an inch".

"As for Hayes and Maya, it would be great if they were willing to come and help, Arthur, Andre and Eaton all need help with a lot of projects here; and, after buying the mansion, I also need help , To be honest, the emerging nobles are always less profound than the aristocratic families, aren't they?" Even at this time, Renly was joking - the emerging nobles, which was describing the family after he established his own business.

Hayes and Maya are Philip's children, both older than Renly and having their own lives.

If Renly formally declares war on George and Elizabeth, they are both potential victims - and at the forefront of danger, and Renly does not want that to happen; however, Renly's way of saying it is very thoughtful: no Reaching out to help from above, but to express his own need for help.

"...Okay." Philip knew that there was no room for manoeuvre. He even started to think: Should he just turn around and leave, this is the best solution? Now things are starting to get worse, and no one can predict where the future will go.

"Philip, do you think I should accept the award?" In the silence, Renly asked a question, the core question; however, his voice was always calm, and he couldn't distinguish the specific emotions, making it impossible to speculate.

"No," Philip replied calmly.

The corners of Renly's mouth rose slightly, and he let out a low smile, "Why?"

"It means nothing to you. If you have to accept it, then you deserve better." Philip resumed his familiar butler appearance again.

Renly asked curiously, "Do you know what medal the royal family is going to award me?"

Rumors are only rumors after all, and internal rumors can only know a general list. Every year, the prime minister, the cabinet, and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs are responsible for the nomination. There may be some news more or less, but the review of the royal family and the specific medal level are only a matter of fact. Only a few top people can understand. In other words, the list of awards is not difficult to inquire about, and the all-pervasive paparazzi find out the news early every time; but the level of the medal can only be known by the party who received the invitation.

Philip shook his head, "I don't know. But I'm sure you deserve better. After all, we're talking about the British royal family right now."

The understated words are full of complaints and self-deprecation: Obviously, Philip also understands the style of the royal family, and it is absolutely impossible to give the young Renly too much honor. Those "outdated and pedantic" traditions are precisely what Philip himself is insisting on - but, after all, the treatment of Renly is different.

"Ha." Renly couldn't help chuckling, but he didn't explain what medal he was rejecting, and Philip didn't ask any further.

Neither of the two people in the compartment continued to speak, and then Philip restarted the engine, the car started slowly, and joined the traffic again.

But before driving too far, the whistle of the police car came from behind, and the sound of "woo woo woo" was extremely harsh, signaling them to pull over. Philip drove the car out of the traffic for unknown reasons, returned to the shoulder of the road, and stopped.

After waiting for a while, two patrolmen can be seen coming over and knocking on the window.

Philip rolled down the car window and cast an inquiring glance politely.

"Please show your driver's license and driver's license." The patrolman said, with a little uncertain hesitation in his voice, and when Philip took out his certificate, he then asked, "You guys have just been parked on the side of the road for a very, very long time, are you? Didn't something happen? Or is there something special?"

It seems that there is no violation, but too abnormal, which attracted the attention of the patrol police.

"I was a little sleepy and felt that fatigued driving was not suitable, so I took the initiative to park on the roadside, closed my eyes and rested for a while, and made sure that my tiredness dissipated before I went back on the road." Philip remained polite and explained in an orderly manner.

Explaining it like this... there seems to be no flaws.

However, the patrolman still had some doubts, "Sorry, please understand our work, may I ask, who is the passenger in the back seat?"

Note: Everyone wants to rule the world. What I recommend in this article is not the original version, but the cover version.

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