The Greatest Showman

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A chair, a microphone, and a light.

That's all.

Familiar scenes, familiar smells, and even the light, shadow and dust floating in the air still seem to carry the familiar atmosphere that has settled down over time. As time goes by, some things still maintain their original pure appearance. The core meaning - it is people who change after all.

The low-pitched voices of chattering sounded in the Pioneer Village, and then someone stepped onto the stage, carrying a guitar and a keyboard. The microphone, after the busy work, adjusted the position of the guitar and sat down.

Adjusting the microphone, adjusting the sitting position, and adjusting the strings, a series of actions are very skillful, and you can even faintly perceive a trace of comfort. It seems that you are completely immersed in your own world, focused and devoted, just like a craftsman, devoted wholeheartedly in their own craft.

The drinkers who were drinking and chatting inadvertently cast their gazes towards the stage, and the smiles between the gongs and chisels slowly solidified in the corners of their mouths, turning into a trace of doubt, some surprised, some confused, and a little slow, and some people looked at each other in dismay. Exchanging glances to find answers, some people stared intently at the figure on the stage, and some people looked around for Stanley's figure to try to find an answer.

Of course, more people are still immersed in conversations and small talk, and then you can faintly feel that the atmosphere in the bar is changing subtly.

One after another, his eyes were projected towards the stage, and he couldn’t help but fall into a similar situation again. No one understood what was going on. There were question marks all over his head waiting for answers, and he didn’t even have time to express his shock and surprise:

Can anyone explain what is going on here?

Gradually, little by little, the attention slowed down, and then it was relieved—does this need an accident? Is this a surprise? Is this an accident?

The answer...seems like maybe maybe maybe...should be no.

That's Renly Hall.

Renly, who just won Best Actor for the second time at Cannes, Renly who keeps making history, writing miracles, and breaking concepts, is the world's premier Renly... But it is this unique Renly that is also Also Renly from the pioneer village.

No one should and no one will ever forget Renly's past. Just over a year ago, the release of "The Ballad of Drunken Township" reawakened memories of the pioneer village; so tonight, Renly's reappearance seems to be a natural extension, and no one should be surprised or surprised.

Everything is like this... deja vu, from the movie screen to real life, from word of mouth rumors to the real drama in front of you, the kind of half-truth, dream-like subtle texture, so that the pioneer village has also changed. It's amazing, it's like entering "Midnight Paris" under Woody Allen's lens-perhaps, this is Midnight New York, and the golden age is slowly flowing, making people addicted and intoxicated.

"Hey, good evening."

Renly's voice came from the microphone, with a small smile on his face and a slight shrug, "Sorry for disturbing your original plan. It's nearly midnight Eastern time, and as usual, tonight's The live performances are all over, and it's time for you to enjoy your own time; but I've scoffed at Stanley for a little bit of the privilege to be here on stage for a moment in the limelight."

Of course it's a joke.

In fact, Stanley took the initiative to send an invitation to Renly, asking if Renly would like to perform on stage and enjoy a moment of his own time.

Renly agreed.

"Actually, you can completely ignore my existence and continue to enjoy the night that belongs to you. Believe me, I will integrate myself into the background as much as possible. You don't need to listen to my nonsense. Just ignore it."

Renly's lightheartedness made Neil whistle, and amid the low-pitched laughter at the scene, Neil raised his voice and said, "Stop talking nonsense, and hurry up and perform." This made the customers laugh more and more cheerfully, and they urged them one after another. The sound and ridicule filled the pioneer village with a relaxed and lively atmosphere.

It was like countless nights in Pioneer Village, no surprises and nothing special, and the drinkers just relaxed and enjoyed the show.

"Shut up. Don't you all pay to hear my self-pity here?" Renly's crisp rebuttal made the audience burst into laughter—

Is Renly complaining that some singers or entertainers "excessively share their private life"?

This is very, very interesting and worth digging into.

"I could ramble on here for thirty minutes, but obviously..."

"Please keep babbling." The shouts from the stage interrupted Renly's words, and then the bar was full of laughter.

Renly didn't panic, and raised his eyebrows, "Why don't I know, when did the Pioneer Village start the one-man talk show night?"

"Just for you!" Someone still shouted from the stage.

Amid the roar of laughter, Renly showed a grim expression, "But it's not just for you." Such a tough response made the entire bar clapped and laughed, and then Renly said, "More importantly, , I don't want to. And this is my stage, so

I guess you just have to endure it. "

The laughter couldn't stop at all.

Renly didn't speak in a domineering tone, but with a hint of smugness in his jokes. That subtle difference made the scene really have the quality of a one-person talk show.

"Phew, very good, I'm ready to start singing now. Forewarned in advance, the scene is prohibited from video, otherwise I may walk off the stage at any time to warn in the form of physical conflict. I think you should not want the pioneer village to become the latest Filming for the sequel to 'Rocky'."

Renly's handy sense of humour pushed the bar's midnight atmosphere to a climax/tide, and the slightly drunken state engendered the atmosphere of the scene, making it intoxicating.

Turning around, Renly put his hands on the keyboard, and the guitar hanging on his shoulders was slightly heavy.

Renly hesitated.

Which song should he perform? "Drunken Country Ballad" soundtrack? "Don Quixote"? or...

In fact, Renly wasn't sure what he was going to do, and when Stanley made a request, he didn't resist, so he nodded and agreed; but he didn't think about the specific reason and how to do it. Perhaps, it should be just like the backup stage of the year:

Just enjoy.

There is no need to think about so many reasons and reasons, and no need to struggle with the meaning and form behind it, just relax...enjoy it.

The muscles loosened a little, and the fingertips landed on the black and white keys, and the cold and ding-dong musical symbols flowed slowly under the goose-yellow spotlight.

Ding dong ding dong. Ding dong ding dong.

The sound of the piano keys tapped lightly in the atrium, and the strong emotions rose up like curling smoke. The intricate and indescribable emotions hidden in the chest were transmitted to the notes through the strength of the fingertips, and the crystal clear melody symbols slowly flowed out. flapping its wings and standing still.

Gradually, it became quiet like this, the kind that was completely silent.

Outside the bar, the sound of vehicle engines and the noise of drunken shouts can still be captured; inside the bar, the sound of low-pitched conversations and the hot and dull atmosphere still remain... These chaotic and trivial sounds have not dissipated, but they have become more and more contrasting. Quietness of voice and breathing.

Slow down your breath, hold your voice, and calm down in the moving and graceful melody, quietly watching Renly in the spotlight on the stage, Renly alone.

Stanley's nose was inexplicably sore. He could sense Renly's daze and confusion, but he didn't know how to help. The only thing he could do was wait for the pioneer village, standing there, like Sisyphus, over and over again. Pushing the stone that can never be pushed up.

Staring at Renly, the time went back, as if he had returned to the distant past again. The young man with a bright smile was so pure and sincere, and the bright eyes made him envious and yearning, he said. , his name is Renly Hall, an actor.

"It's just been a frenzy for a long time, and the believers are sweating and rushing to the head."

Renly spoke, his unadorned voice was unadorned, but it showed the loss and confusion hidden in the depths of his soul vividly:

This is just a frenzy, a frenzy like a fever, chasing dreams with a pure heart, venting everything with sweat, impulse and enthusiasm occupying the brain, like a believer who is obsessed, sprinting regardless, but Running and running, he didn't know what direction he was sprinting in, but he believed in an illusory "faith", but he chased like moths to flames and jade stones.

When one day, the fever subsided, the excitement dissipated, and when I looked back, I found that everything was just a dream. So what will happen?

Do dreams really exist? Or, does it really make sense? What are you chasing after all this time?

What is the meaning of life?

That kind of daze is confusion and struggle, but also the pain of self-doubt, self-denial and self-loss, just like Nietzsche who fell into madness after thinking about the "meaning of self-existence".

When we begin to question our own existence, does this "self" really exist? In other words, the existences that I once thought were just illusions? More importantly, how should we prove it? How should we find truth in fantasy and reality?

If you can't find it, will it be like Nietzsche, who will eventually bury yourself with your own hands?

Stanley fell silent, knowing he couldn't help Renly because he couldn't reach Renly's height, he couldn't even understand Renly's confusion. The only thing he could do was hold on to where he was, hold on to the Pioneer Village, and tell Renly that his holding on was meaningful, and that was all.

But his eyes were still slightly warm, and his heart was trembling uncontrollably.

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