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 skilled, 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 chips slowly solidified on 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 slows down, and then it relaxes—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 has 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, who is also Renly from 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 into the real life, from the rumors passed on from word of mouth to the real drama in front of you, the kind of half-truth, dream-like subtle texture, making the pioneer village also become 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."
"Treading the Stars"
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, nothing unexpected 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 lives"
This is very, very interesting and worth digging into.
"I could ramble on here for thirty minutes, but obviously..."
"Please keep babbling." A shout from the stage interrupted Renly's words, and then there was a roar of laughter throughout the bar.
Renly didn't panic, and raised his eyebrows, "Why don't I know, when did Pioneer Village start a 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'll just have to bear it."
The laughter couldn't stop at all.
Renly did not speak in a domineering tone, but with a hint of smugness in his joking, and 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, video recording is prohibited on site, otherwise I may walk off the stage at any time to warn in 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 humor 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 maybe…
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 really think about the specific reason and what to do. Perhaps, it should be just like the backup stage of the year:
Just enjoy.
No need to think about so many reasons and reasons, no need to struggle with the meaning and form behind it, just relax... just enjoy it.
The muscles loosened a little, and the fingertips fell 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 like a curl of 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 cluttered and trivial sounds have not dissipated, but they are more and more reflected. Quietness of voice and breath.
Slow down your breath, hold your voice, and calm down amidst 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 so 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, sweating and rushing to the head of the believer."
Renly spoke, his unpretentious voice was unadorned, but it showed the loss and confusion hidden in the depths of his soul vividly:
This is just a frenzy, a fever-like frenzy, chasing dreams with a pure heart, venting everything with sweat, impulsiveness and enthusiasm occupying the brain, like a devout believer, sprinting recklessly, but Running and running, he didn't know what direction he was sprinting in, but he believed in an ethereal "belief", 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 daze is confusion and struggle, but also the pain of self-doubt, self-denial and self-lost, 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 himself with his 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 stay where he was, hold on to the pioneer village, and tell Renly that his persistence made sense, and that was all.
But his eyes were still slightly warm, and his heart was trembling uncontrollably.