New York in January, Chicago in February, icy, snowy, piercing, and dark, the boundless winter, so long and so desolate, as if it would never be able to get out, just trapped in an endless horizon In the gray, even a small sigh is so sad and melancholy.
But such an environment is perfect for "Drunken Country Ballads". Even the mist and coldness in the air are so perfect. Walk the streets of Greenwich Village, then one day hitch a ride with a guitar case in tow, all the way to Chicago; then come back disheveled.
The filming was progressing extremely smoothly. Most of the filming had been completed in just three weeks, and it was in the closing stages of the end.
Come back again, Greenwich Village is still the same Greenwich Village, gray streets, gray sky, gray crowds, large areas of gray make time meaningless, as if it has been gone for a long time, but it seems that it has never been. left.
Standing at the door of Jim and Jane's apartment, the doorbell was rang. There was no sense of shame, guilt, or even morality. There was only calm and tiredness on his face, and Jane's voice came from the walkie-talkie. Voice, "Hello?"
"This is Levine. Don't hang up. I'm not going to stay, I just need a place to drop my stuff, please. I just don't have the energy to drag it around."
There was no pause, no gap, and all the words were poured out in one go. Because of the last conversation, Le Vern and Jane broke up unhappily, and Jane was completely out of anger, scolded, and smoked, it seemed like forever. They don't want to see him again. But he needed to put things down, they were so heavy that they almost crushed him.
Deep tiredness was revealed in those drooping eyes, lingering, as if the whole person had melted into the gray and gloomy New York, and the thick beard was a little messy, which could be vaguely caught. The chaos and embarrassment that I didn't have a good rest last night, the scarf hanging loosely around my neck was stained with coffee, but it was too late to take care of it.
"Please?" Levine raised the tail slightly, but the voice didn't have time to rise, and then fell heavily, short and crisp, with no tail left, and then lowered his eyes again, his eyes were dark and dead. , not a single ray of light can be captured.
Silence, still silence, Jane didn't make a sound. But at the end of the silence, the door of the apartment opened.
LeVine closed his eyes, let out a faint breath, and pushed open the apartment door.
The thin and burly figure walked slowly in the long and narrow corridor, and he was trying to lift his footsteps, but the heavy feeling of falling made the whole person seem extremely cumbersome. The tall and straight spine and firm shoulders were never bent. The loftiness and pride still seem to have not disappeared, but the straight shoulder line reveals a touch of loneliness and vicissitudes, and the desolation that the vitality has calmed down little by little.
He carried a dirty leather travel bag on his left shoulder and a weathered guitar case on his right.
That's all the luggage. But it was this kind of luggage that almost overwhelmed his shoulders, and it seemed that he could no longer bear it.
The footsteps stopped in front of the cobalt blue apartment door, "knock knock", knocking on the door panel, the dull sound echoed in the corridor, Le Verne slightly stiffened his shoulders, as if the weight of his right hand was slowly slowing down. dragged his body.
The apartment door opened, and Jane with an indifferent face appeared in sight.
She lowered her eyes, as if she didn't want to see Levine at all, and she didn't even want to make contact with her eyes, but she still looked at it lightly from the corner of her eyes and caught the dusty figure, which seemed to be no different from before. , but it seemed to be a little different, she couldn't tell, which made her look away, slightly turned her head away, and then moved out of the way.
Levine didn't speak, didn't raise his head, walked into the room silently, dragged his slow footsteps familiarly to the corner, there was a touch of relief between his eyebrows, and couldn't wait to put the guitar case in his hand. It was placed in the corner, but the eager action became soft when the guitar case was about to fall, and the guitar case and travel bag were carefully placed in the corner next to the radiator.
Closing the apartment door and turning around, Jane noticed Le Verne's back. Her brows couldn't help frowning slightly, and that strange feeling hit her heart again, but she didn't notice Levine's movements, and just landed on the back.
After hesitating for a moment, she raised her chin and put on a gesture of refusing people thousands of miles away, because she knew that Levine was like a chewing gum, and she couldn't shake it off, she had to make a firm gesture That's right, otherwise, this guy will get his feet wet, every time, no exceptions.
"Where are you going to stay?" Jane's voice was soft but distant, and she made her stand as soon as she opened her mouth: it's just for luggage, it's absolutely impossible to stay overnight here.
"I don't know." Le Verne's answer was still Le Vern's style, but he didn't notice the change in Jane's tone, because he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to speak. So he didn't have the energy to explore the deep meaning behind those words; even if he heard it, he didn't want to care.
"It only takes two nights." Levine said, finally making sure that his guitar case would not be kicked or bumped, he put his travel bag outside to block the space, he stood up straight and looked at the guitar case And the travel bag, and then shook his head, he didn't know why he cared so much about the placement of the guitar case, like a fool.
Then Le Verne scratched his messy hair, and let out a sigh of relief, "Within five blocks, there must be someone who is not offended by me." He was calm and calm, complaining and self-deprecating It seems to be normal, just expounding a simple fact. After speaking, the corner of his mouth rose slightly and he tugged, but after all, there was no joke, and he calmed down immediately.
He has self-knowledge.
Jane lowered her eyelids, avoided Levine's eyes, and ignored his self-pity, which didn't work for her anymore.
Levine stood on the spot, exchanged steps awkwardly, tilted his head slightly, and concealed his anxiety, but his voice remained steady, "How do you feel?"
Jane glanced at Le Verne and replied calmly, "Very good." But then she noticed the hesitation and hesitation in Le Verne's eyes, and seemed to be a little nervous and uneasy, which was not familiar to her. Levine, the first thought in my mind was, Levine is in trouble again
However, this is not unusual.
Jane raised her eyebrows slightly, "What's the matter?" The cold voice remained alienated, took a defensive stance, and refused to give any help.
Levine also seemed to be stuck, staring at Jane's eyes quietly, he could feel the alienation and coldness, and even a cold arrogance from above, he lowered his eyes, pursed his lips jerky, and his eyes were far away. Light carefully landed on Jane's belly and slowed down, "So that thing went well?"
Jane noticed Levine's sight, rolled her eyes instantly, and even raised her head to look up at the sky, as if she didn't even know where to start the rant, a surge of anger mixed with helplessness, gnashing her teeth, Word by word, "Saturday is the time for surgery."
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"Jesus Christ!" Jane's voice rose involuntarily, with uncontrollable anger, but she couldn't tell whether it was because she was irritated by Levine's stupidity and ignorance, or because she still believed that Levine would remember the operation time. And felt stupid and ashamed, "Levine, you can't even remember!"
But, this is Le Verne.
Jane walked to the sofa angrily, hugged her knees, sat curled up in the corner of the sofa, and assumed a defensive posture.
Levine's facial features wrinkled, and he made an annoyed expression, and then rubbed his aching temples, feeling extremely absurd, and shook his head gently, his face full of disappointment, "Yes. , man, sorry, I… I went out, uh, and it felt like a long, long time. But it was only a few days."
Levine turned around, looked at Jane, and watched it quietly, then lowered his eyes angrily, avoiding Jane's icy gaze, hesitated for a moment, and sat down directly opposite Jane , Leng Leng recalled for a moment: How many days did he go to Chicago
From taking a ride to Chicago, stopping in Chicago, then taking a ride back to New York, then going to the shipping company to find a job, sign up, and then go back to my sister's house to find her crew card, only to find that her sister has lost all her documents. , the crew certificate will naturally no longer be available.
Going around in a circle, it seems like a lifetime.
But in fact, in just a few days, the world has become completely different—or, the world is still exactly the same, and time has stayed in place forever and lost its meaning. This feeling is really indescribable, and in an instant, I am in a trance.
Immediately he realized that Jane was still in front of him.
LeVern closed his jaw gently, "Um... um... I'm sorry." Repeated and repeated, so that the word "sorry" seemed to have lost its meaning.
"Where have you been?" Jane asked critically, blinking her eyes.
"…Chicago." LeVern's thoughts still didn't calm down, and he took off his scarf tiredly and lazily.
"Why?" Jane could feel Levine's exhaustion bursting from the depths of her soul, but she didn't realize it, and her tone slowed down a little.
LeVern's unbuttoning of the scarf stopped in place, and he seemed to be lost in thought: Why? Why did he come to Chicago in the first place? Looking back now, everything is so blurry that my mind goes blank.