"Whirring whirring."
The sound of the wind outside the car window is screeching, you can capture the traces of the forest falling towards one side, so as to capture the traces of the wind, the dark green waves are chasing the vehicle and running constantly, just like Hayao Miyazaki's animation movie. Like a certain picture in it, the time is frozen.
"It's going to rain." Renly quietly captured the traces of the wind, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Don't you think this scene is very similar to 'Chinchilla'? The heavy rain is coming, and we are chasing The footsteps of the wind, perhaps, under the street lights on the corner, Totoro is waiting for this."
That slightly hoarse voice sounded in the tranquility of the night and the gust of wind, with a hint of excitement and joy, and happiness overflowed so lightly that people couldn't help but look out of the car window. Searching hard and exploring—before they realized how naive they were, they were already looking for traces of chinchillas, just like children who haven't grown up.
"Renly, you know that Totoro doesn't exist, right?" John laughed, breaking the peace.
However, Renly was unmoved, "Because only a pure-minded person can see a chinchilla."
Whishaw couldn't hold back, he burst into laughter, and looked around from the corner of his eyes, but saw Renly crawling by the window like a child, looking up at the treetops, it seemed that Totoro was really hiding there In the green waves of the gust of wind, the picture in the movie could not help but emerge in my mind:
On a rainy day, the giant chinchilla was holding an umbrella, and suddenly a large drop of water accumulated on the branch fell down, making a banging sound, it became happy, liked the sound very much, and could not help but jumped to the top of the tree top, shaking the branches and All the raindrops from the leaves fell, and a symphony was played.
That pure and beautiful innocence, but when I grow up, I can never find it again.
"Renly, are you all right?" Whishaw asked cautiously.
"Huh?" Renly raised his voice, still focusing on the mighty green waves outside the window, his reaction speed was slightly slower, "Ha, are you talking about what just happened? Well, those words can't hurt me at all, otherwise, I wouldn't be able to persist until now."
Indeed, Renly always wears the perfect gentleman's mask, not to protect the public, but to protect himself. From the moment he stepped into the industry, he knew what he would pay, and he was ready. Exactly, aristocratic education gave him such ability.
But few people know that, before he became an actor, Renly had already put on a mask, because everyone in the Hall family wore a mask, and he was used to keeping a distance and being unfamiliar, taking care of them carefully. The family relationship that does not exist at all maintains the fetters and entanglements.
Over time, Renly also got used to it, it was his habit. He admits that this is a bit hypocritical, but he doesn't think it's the wrong choice.
Truth, let alone complete truth, who can achieve most of the truth? Even if it's not in Vanity Fair, it's the same in real life. Everyone wears a mask to protect themselves and stay safe. This is why family, love and friendship are precious. Those people are the few who can spy on their true colors. The existence that can provide a warm harbor, in addition, they all wear masks.
Randall's attack couldn't hurt Renly at all, it was not worth mentioning. Because Renly knew that those remarks were just an attempt to vent their negative emotions, that it would make their lives a lot easier by shirking the grief, pain, boredom, anger, and frustration in their lives on others—he didn't have to. Those negative emotions pay the bill.
"I know... but... it's just... those misunderstandings and accusations, always malicious speculation, doesn't that make you question your work?" Whishaw asked step by step.
John also withdrew his gaze, adjusted his sitting position slightly, expressed his views, and joined the discussion.
"I don't like it. They always seem to think that if I'm smiling on the big screen, I should always be happy; but the problem is that I should be allowed to be sad and lost, and that's my right. Part of our job, but this part sucks, I often question my choices, but I don't seem to know what else I can do beyond that, so I'm stuck here."
Renly chuckled, "Of course I don't like it either. I have my own emotions and troubles, and I have my own lows and troubles. That's why I love acting. When I'm acting, I can always pretend to be someone else. A person, and this person's life always finds an outlet - at least in American movies." Is this a rant about the "perfect ending" of American movies
Whishaw and John both laughed happily, and the bitterness and boredom eased a lot in an instant.
"God, you are such a special guy, do you like acting so much? Never tire of it?" John asked curiously.
"Perhaps, there was a time when I was filming 'The Cancer-fighting Me'." Renly thought for a moment, then said honestly, "At that time, I began to question my choices and my state, as if I was really stuck in When I was in a cancer cage, I had the urge to run away."
"Sura Wushen"
"But other than that, it's never been there," Renly continued, "but I don't spend all my time acting and on set, and I really enjoy the outdoors—you know, just letting myself go. Body and mind, stand in front of nature and feel your own insignificance.”
"Oh, yes, I've heard of rock climbing, skydiving, hiking." John's face was full of resistance, expressing his rejection with full body movements, and even Whishaw showed a surprised and shocked expression, " God, what the hell are you thinking, don't you know that these sports might kill you?"
"Who knows? Maybe letting these accidents happen, you can feel the weight of life and let you learn to cherish life." Renly laughed happily.
But John was still full of disgust, "But, did the accident really happen?"
"Then maybe it's fate, sadness, regret, embarrassment, but it's real enough." Renly said briskly, "Everyone has a way of feeling life, as if some people always vent their negative emotions on others, And some choose to stay away from the shackles of city life.”
"Aha! You still care about that young man's attack just now, after all!" John seemed to have grabbed Renly's handle. Leaning out in between, looked at Renly, and said very excitedly.
Renly couldn't help laughing, "I'm not a goldfish, I only have seven seconds of memory. Although I don't care, I still remember. What I'm saying is that I won't let him affect my way of life."
Then Whishaw calmly added, "At least, you showed that you care and mind, which means that the point of view is wrong, you are not cold, which is a good thing." This is completely complaining. Renly's hypocrisy of "clearly minding but pretending not to".
Renly instantly captured the deep meaning of Whishaw's words, but he didn't answer or refute, but tilted his head slightly and asked curiously, "Did I miss something? Why do I always feel that the whole crew They're trying to besiege me, Olivia, Rachel, and you're all, wait, did I miss which part of a meeting?"
Whishaw and John exchanged glances in the rearview mirror, then looked away simultaneously, pretending that nothing had happened.
"Hey, anyone? I'm here." Renly had to wave to break the silence. "You know, refusing to answer makes you look more suspicious, right?"
"No, no no."
"No, certainly not."
"It's all your crazy thoughts."
John and Whishaw were like two kidnapped children, their clumsy and poor cover-up skills were completely self-exposing, which made Renly's eyes reveal a meaningful smile, but Renly's next reaction was different. Very unexpected:
He didn't pursue it further.
"Okay, it should be my delusion." How could Renly call Jin to withdraw his troops so easily
John and Whishaw felt a little bad. They always felt that Renly was digging a trap, but they didn't know what was going on. This kind of fear was really uncomfortable. So, what should they do now? Is it looking for Rachel, Olivia and others to hold an emergency meeting
Wait, or is this a trap? Renly pops up once they have a meeting? Or should they have a secret video conference? But what if Renly sees through their trick? Geez, what the hell are they supposed to do? What the hell is going on now
It's like standing on the guillotine, the guillotine fell halfway, and then retracted it, but I don't know when it will fall next time. This kind of uneasy feeling is really indescribable. It's better to fall directly. There's no need to get nervous.
but…
No wonder Renly is said to be the master of mischief! Although they have the upper hand, they always feel that the initiative is in the hands of Renly, which is really uncomfortable.
Whishaw continued driving intently, John glanced at Renly quietly, but he was a little guilty, and then suddenly saw Renly turn his head, which shocked John, and almost urinated directly, and Renly seemed to be Nothing was normal, and he showed a smile, "It seems like it's going to rain soon."
Boom!
As soon as Renly's voice fell, there was lightning and thunder outside the car window, and the whole world lit up. John was startled by the huge roar, and he jumped up in the back seat and hit him directly. On the roof of the car, the antics were so embarrassing, I couldn't help rubbing my head.
Then, it rained.
The mighty torrential rain formed into one piece, and the dark night was dyed blue. In the violent wind and rain, the world shrank to the size of the car, only the exhaust sound of the heating was slightly swaying, and then it was quiet again. down.