The indifferent and soft melody is like a gurgling stream, carrying the moonlight flowing, and the rounded pebbles gently surging along the water, as if you can see the lights in the dark night, slowly lighting up, a little, Another point, the whole world is covered with colorful light spots, and each light spot represents a family, but none of them belong to oneself. Solitary.
What is even more cruel is that he is not alone, and there is another person sitting beside him. The two used to be an intimate and fanatical combination, flashing a similar halo. But now, the two are drifting farther and farther apart, and the turbulent loneliness and loss have taken away the temperature of the last breath.
The soft melody seemed to have no lethal power, it just flowed in my heart. Suddenly, drum beats and chords burst out. Thousands of lights flashed at the same time. There was no response to such a shout, and there was still a burst of silence and stillness in the ears. The helpless sadness makes people feel like falling into an ice cellar.
The sentence "I don't even know if I want to believe" is all the confusion and loss.
Derek stood there in despair, as if he had suffered a great grievance, venting all the pain and bitterness in his heart.
He broke up with her, and broke up peacefully. The two struggled and entangled for so many years, vigorous and mighty, but they were exhausted in the end, so the two chose to break up openly and honestly, and hugged affectionately and warmly. Saying goodbye to each other, like two old friends, life goes on. The heart is empty, but there is no sadness, and more of it is relief.
When writing the script of "Crazy Love", he also called her several times. The two had a great conversation and talked about the past, the past that was thought to have disappeared but was still vivid in the depths of their memory. You can let go of your guard and talk about the stumbling and stumbling in the past, the ups and downs of the past, and chatting and laughing like a lifetime.
After the script was finished, she was the first to read it, and after getting her consent, he started looking for investment.
They seemed to have forgotten their sadness, like a rotten wound, after squeezing out the pus, they let out a long sigh of relief. But as time passed, it was discovered that there was a big scar left on the wound, and it could never be restored to its original state, as if a piece of the heart had been dug out.
Until this moment, all the sadness and regret surged up, completely smashing all of Drake's lines of defense, throwing away his armor and armor, and being defeated.
"Drake." Brian stepped forward and patted Drake, trying to remind him that their time was running out and they had to get to work. However, before Brian's hand could touch Drake, he was shoved away fiercely. Drake opened his mouth and tried to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything after all. He waved his hands and stood there, crying so sadly.
The whole room fell into a silence, and the unspeakable sadness flowed at the fingertips, making people unbearable.
Felicity wiped the tears from her cheeks. Through the kitchen door, the world shrank into a long gap. She looked at the figure sitting behind the black and white keyboard, her shoulders slumped suddenly, not despair, It was the daze, the dazedness after the disappearance of the once firm belief, which left her at a loss.
She knew that Anna was the same.
At this moment, she finally truly understood Anna's mood, and also truly understood Jacob's mood. They are like two broken souls, wanting to embrace each other's warmth and become whole again, but find that what is broken is broken, and everything can never go back to the past. She couldn't even cry now, she just stared at the figure helplessly and confused, silent.
Renly felt the touch of his fingertips on the black and white keys, as if he was completely out of strength. The thoughts in his mind were chaotic, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of Jacob's collapse of his faith in love or because of him. Shaking of your own belief in your dreams. Returning to London again, his mood fluctuated after all. The coldness of the city was everywhere, and even the soul felt the coldness.
Fingertips were cold.
Renly took a cigarette out of his pocket again and held it to his lips.
"What song was this... just now?" Drake asked in a hoarse voice. He was almost speechless, but it was extremely difficult to say a sentence composed of only a few words, but he still stared blankly. Renly struggled to squeeze a voice out of his throat, his red and swollen eyes and the tear stains on his face looked extremely embarrassed, but they revealed the sincere emotions in his heart.
"'Believe'." Renly said, just one word, the simplest word, carries too much weight, it is the strongest but most fragile word in the world .
Drake repeated in a low voice, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, a smile that was uglier than crying, and then raised his head again to look at Renly, "Can I use it as a soundtrack?"
The sudden request made Ren Li stunned, "No." He shook his head.
The unexpected refusal made everyone in the room quiet, and Drake was even more stunned. He didn't expect Renly to refuse. He opened his mouth, but made no sound.
"As a soundtrack, the song's personal emotions are too strong, and it will mislead the audience," Renly explained, "You know, the last thing we need is to force our minds into the audience, Rather, it leaves the audience more room to think.”
The same scene, the same quarrel, each audience will taste different connotations, not to mention the ideological differences brought about by gender differences. A truly excellent movie is not told by the director, the actors, or the lines to the audience what the scene is about and what the core of the work is, but presents the content, and then gives the audience the right to think and judge. .
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Drake froze in place, the thoughts just now were really too strong, so strong that he completely collapsed, unable to resist, and his love for this song was like a moth to a flame. But Renly's words calmed him down a little, but he had just experienced ups and downs in his emotions, and his mind was still suffering from a cold, so his thinking speed couldn't keep up with the rhythm.
"Uh...I...I mean..." Drake only felt a burning pain in his throat, he coughed violently and took several gulps of water to relieve it a little, "I want to... use... this song The specifics will be discussed later." Drake wanted to continue to explain, but his throat couldn't make a sound.
Renly understood what Drake meant. If he just wanted to use the song, he certainly had no problem. "After the recording is over, I will send it to you, you can put it on the waiting list."
Renly knew that Drake was feeling emotional and resonated with the melody, so he couldn't wait to use it, but after entering post-production, after calming down, he still had to start from the whole of the work. Using it as a soundtrack is also a science. So, Renly didn't force it, just expressed his hope that the song could be put on the waitlist.
Drake gave a big smile, nodded and made an "OK" gesture. He only felt hot all over his body now, and even the tears in his eyes seemed to evaporate immediately. He should be showing signs of fever. He feels that after "Love Crazy" is finished, he may become seriously ill.
However, Drake doesn't care, because the filming of "Crazy Love" is currently on track, and his only thought now is to complete the filming of this work.
I don't know when, Felicity's figure appeared at the door of the kitchen. She has regained her composure, with an apologetic smile on her face, but at this time she is not in the mood to apologize, and the whole person is still immersed in the emotions just now. Unable to extricate herself, she twitched the corners of her mouth, then her smile subsided, and she said in a deep voice, "I'm ready and can shoot anytime."
Felicity glanced at Renly, her eyes complicated, but she couldn't say anything. Then she turned and went into the kitchen to get ready for the next shoot.
Drake looked at Renly and didn't speak, but his eyes couldn't be more clear. Renly nodded, "I'm ready!"
As a result, the entire crew immediately got busy, wiping the embarrassment on their cheeks, and then readjusted various shooting parameters to ensure that the passage of time did not affect their shooting parameters.
Renly walked to the kitchen door and saw Felicity's back standing in front of the chopping board. The thin back was stained with a little loneliness and exhaustion. It seemed that she noticed the sight, and Felicity turned around. The eyes met just like that.
The corners of Felicity's mouth rose slightly, trying to squeeze out a smile, but before the smile fell into her eyes, the corners of her mouth calmed down again, and she lowered her eyes, avoiding Renly's gaze. Looking back at the zucchini on the chopping board in front of him, he left Renly behind.
Renly's voice came softly, "Are you ready?"
Felicity turned her head, nodded with a smile, and did not speak, but then she turned her head again, and after a half-second, a second of silence, she said, "Thank you. That song just now... Thank you." The words seemed to fade away All the colors are starting to dry out.
Renly twitched the corners of his mouth, his eyes stopped for a moment on Felicity's back, and without saying a word, he turned and left - Jacob walked in from the outside in this scene, and he needed to prepare for the shooting.
Felicity waited for a while, but didn't hear a sound. She glanced secretly out of the corner of her eye. She didn't see a figure at the door of the kitchen. She raised her head suddenly, and saw John and Brian who were busy preparing. Waiting for someone, she withdrew her gaze and froze in place, her brain seemed to fall into a blank space.
Suddenly, she regained her mind, took a deep breath, and regained her heart. But the loss was left on his shoulders like a shadow. Just like Anna.