The hustle and bustle of the intertwined, chatting and laughing is slowly surging in the rich night. There is less joy and noise, and more laziness and comfort. The relaxation after three rounds of drinking makes the welcome party more free and cordial. Carefully let go of restraint And the bondage, the sea and the sky chatted freely.
This is the intention of the welcome party. Next, the entire crew needs to work together for a long time. Even if they cannot become friends, they should at least establish a harmonious and harmonious cooperative relationship. Otherwise, the filming of the film will become a torment. It's a big deal to screw up the movie.
Nina Parker's cheeks were slightly red and hot. She drank a little too much tonight, and now she began to regret it. She really shouldn't drink the third glass of red wine - if it was only two glasses, she would still be able to stay awake, But now I can faintly notice that my head is starting to sink and my footsteps are starting to float.
This immediately sounded the alarm. She didn't want herself to be embarrassed at the party. She didn't forget that she and her team were still on the crew's high attention list, and they were still classified as "Thomas Turpie" The direct line, if you don't pay attention a little, you may lose your job.
In the past two months, the entire crew seems to have forgotten, and no one even mentioned it at all, as if all those roses and RVs had never happened, as if the internal struggle between Thomas Tour and Renly also happened. None of this has ever happened before. The atmosphere of cooperation with the happy crew made people completely forget the large-scale change of staff before the official start of filming, but Nina did not forget it.
She couldn't forget either.
Because it was all her own hands, and even the negative comments about Renly were the first to spread from within her team. All of this, Nina has experienced firsthand at the forefront. For others, it may be just a rumor; but for her, it is a trembling experience, even for a long, long period of time. During the time, she did not dare to face Renly head-on.
To this day, Nina kept reminding herself that Renly was not a fool, on the contrary, Renly was very, very smart, even terrifyingly smart. A little bastard like her couldn't and didn't want to offend Renly, otherwise things wouldn't turn out so well.
Nina is not interested in assigning teams, she leads a small team, she just wants to complete the work conscientiously, whether it is Renly or Tour, she does not want to make further contact, and she does not want to fly into the sky, her dream is very, very small. , just have a little of her own life, that's enough, so she doesn't need to climb the dragon and the phoenix, and she doesn't need to work hard to go upstream, she is very satisfied with the current situation.
Filming in Hawaii is over, and Nina's team has also come to Louisiana with the crew, and will continue to finish work in New Orleans.
Although the cooperation between Renly and the entire crew has been very smooth and interesting since this period of time, there have been many rumors about Renly's pranks, and the crew members are very fond of Renly; but Nina is a The exception, not because of Renly's own opinion, just because she didn't want to get in the water—if that counts as prejudice, then treat it as her prejudice, because she's really scared.
Now Nina's only hope is: to avoid Renly, to avoid conflict, to finish the New Orleans portion of the film safely, to wrap up all the work on "Jurassic World", and to get out of the way; it's better never to do it again in the future Meeting with Renly, not even work cooperation.
Can't be provoked, can't you hide
Looking around, Nina was constantly vigilant about Renly's figure, but because of alcohol, her attention was seriously reduced, and she couldn't find her figure in the bustling crowd. She just saw a bright spot of light, as if the whole world was blurred. Up, only a brilliant halo remains.
She needs to sober up.
Nina carefully concealed her tracks, smiled and nodded to the others, pretending that she was on her way to find "someone" to chat, and quietly left the party scene and came to the balcony outside the hotel room. The refreshing air blows towards my face, and my head wakes up a little in an instant.
The night of New Orleans is naturally not comparable to that of New York, but compared to the quiet and peaceful Honolulu, the bustling and hustle and bustle of the city has become real. The appearance of the night, even if you are in the upper floors of the hotel and cannot catch the noise downstairs, you can still outline the unique scenery of the city. The light represented by the lights may be a party, a family, or a family. Maybe a job... It's dark and the city still hasn't slept.
Standing next to the balcony, Nina's slightly hot cheeks cooled down a little, and the sound of hunting the wind sent a low-pitched singing. She took it for granted that it was the music from the party scene, and turned to look in the direction of the hall. Immediately, he realized that what was looming behind him and left at the party scene was dance music, while the erratic melody in his ears had a touch of sadness and loneliness, which were obviously two different things.
"Um... uh uh..."
The low humming has no lyrics, but it can find a touch of softness in the simple musical notation.
“…I still remember sitting in the back of a cab and losing control, then getting it back in the sixth-floor apartment you once owned; between subway stations, with your head on my shoulder, sleepy; we document it with photos Those moments, hung up, once thought that it was eternity, and time was forever frozen.
Until that night in Brooklyn. "
The indistinct singing tugged at Nina's ears and tried to approach slowly, slowly, but the melody that swayed in the wind and seemed to dissipate at any time fell into her heart, without crying or shouting. Heartbreaking, only a touch of loss, but Nina couldn't help but feel sad.
Those fragmented memories awakened the fragility deep in the heart, and then shredded cruelly bit by bit. The unrestrained and relieved hidden in the song just revealed the reluctance and loneliness, as if entangled in the fingertips. The smell of cigarettes, which cannot be washed away even with soap or concealed with perfume, remains like that, always reminding those wounds deep in my heart, which still haven't healed.
"We said things that shouldn't have been said, and the bridges between each other were burned like wood; now I will never go to Brooklyn again, as if nothing happened, we fell like this, shattered, Now we'll never talk again, now... we'll never talk again."
Nina couldn't help but opened her mouth slightly and tried to say something, but found that she couldn't make a sound - it wasn't sadness, pain, or bitterness, just... helplessness and sigh.
"Never talk again" is like "Never go to Brooklyn again", the bridge between each other burns down like this, and then there is no going back, how decisive, how decisive, how cruel, Cut off the connection between Brooklyn and Manhattan, and completely exile as an island.
"Sura Martial God"
It was just a sentence of "never talk again", but it exhausted the frustration in the depths of my heart.
"Since Brooklyn." The man with a hoarse voice said two words in a low voice, "Since-Brooklyn", without the melody rendering, but let the emotions hidden in the voice slowly shroud , burst out with an indescribable mess, and large patches of gray rushed along with the night's gust of wind, instantly swallowing Nina, her eyes widened, and then her stomach began to surge.
She didn't know if it was alcohol, or emotional turmoil, or both.
Quietly stepped forward, bypassing the flower stand on the balcony, and then Nina saw the figure of a man hidden in the night. The light and shadow outlined the outline of the face, but the usual sparse eyebrows were dyed at this time. On top of a layer of deep exhaustion, the rich night light is madly and wanton devouring his soul, it seems that it may go away at any time in the wind, like a wisp of blue smoke, it dissipates without a trace.
It's Renly Hall.
Nina was so stunned that it was Renly! How could it be Renly? And it was Renly, whom she had never seen or known.
"Sitting in the park until night fell, we quietly confided our secrets to each other; soft cushions were placed on the roof, and we painted the rings of Saturn. You wore my coat like a uniform, and your collar rolled up. Roll up your sleeves; in the intersection of the blocks, our hearts are connected, and we swear together that we will never be apart, and we will never be apart.
Until that night in Brooklyn. "
The vicissitudes of life was still humming in a low voice, and the loneliness and loneliness hidden in it slowly spread in the night, and firmly grasped Nina's ankle, making her unable to move, no way to move forward, no way to move forward. The way to escape, was frozen in place like a fool.
This is not Renly.
Or, what does the real Renly look like? The gentleman and polite man in the media? The thunderous man in the crew? The engrossed man in the performance? The chatty man at the party? Or... the lonely man in the dark
She doesn't understand, she really doesn't understand. Every time she thought she had seen the true face of Renly, she was always able to discover other truths again, like a vast ocean, vast and ethereal, she was just a tiny ant, and could never understand him. reality.
Or, can anyone understand
"Heh, it looks like I have an audience here. If you don't mind, I'll say hello first, and we'll continue... No, I think it should be fine..." Renly's singing was interrupted, and he chuckled softly. When she got up, Nina turned into an ice sculpture from head to toe in an instant.
Done!
Note: Brooklyn (Brooklyn-Patriey)