Staying on set for a long time, the waiting time is too long, they have no other pastime, and the guitar brought by James is the only choice. However, in the past few months, almost everyone has shown a hand, but Renly has always just watched from the side, not personally involved. Rami thought Renly couldn't play guitar at all.
Renly shrugged lightly, "It's just an occasional pastime."
Holding the guitar in his arms, Renly adjusted his sitting position a little, looking for a more comfortable position, and then gently traced his right hand on the strings, one string after another, nothing special. The melody, he just likes the sound of different musical symbols.
When I was a child, I learned the piano, relying on my ears to recognize different scales and intonations. This is a basic lesson. Those courses are not only boring, but also require talent, which is really a kind of restraint for children, and it can even be said to be a kind of torture. The bright and beautiful life of aristocrats or gifted children, the hard work and hard work behind it is beyond the reach of ordinary people. Imaginary; but luckily, for Renly, who has lived in two lives, he is very happy to learn new things, and the rigid and quiet childhood has become a kind of enjoyment.
Music is really a very wonderful thing. It is completely different from performance. It only relies on limited notes, and through different arrangements and combinations, it can interpret different emotions, meanings and stories. What's more interesting is that the same Melody, in different occasions, different listeners' ears, will deduce different meanings.
The blunt strings under the fingertips stimulate the thin layer of calluses on the fingertips, the clear and pleasant notes dance in the moonlight, and explore the different aspects of the world in the dark night, Renly tries to find the relationship between him and Eugene. The bridge between, trying to recall the contemplation and repercussions of that afternoon scene, trying to find answers about war, faith and life.
At first, it was just scattered musical symbols, not organized, but gradually, the musical symbols became a string, melodious and quiet, soothing and peaceful, but in the melody there was a faint loneliness and loneliness entangled in it, as if You can see the endless ice field, the vast expanse, and no other colors can be seen, even black and green are swallowed up by the endless white, the ground and the sky seem to be indistinguishable from each other, and the direction of the horizon cannot be seen. The world merged into one, leaving nothing but endless whiteness.
The self in it is so small, like a speck of dust in the big world, standing alone, swallowed by the surging loneliness, the cold slowly infiltrating into the bones calms all the noise, it seems that Even breathing is meaningless. I couldn't help but closed my eyes and felt the deep tranquility, as if jumping into the sea. After giving up the struggle, I slowly sank. The moment when it was quiet to the extreme and pitch-dark to the extreme was so wonderful that it made people intoxicated. .
Rami opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was afraid of breaking the beautiful tranquility, and his eyes fell on Renly's slender fingers with sharp knuckles. It was hard to imagine that just a minute ago, that guitar Still in his own hands, he was playing fragmented pop music, but now it was full of vitality. It was just the collision of the fingertips and the strings that actually outlined such an extreme melody.
"What song is this?" The voice next to him broke the silence, and everyone sitting around looked at the source of the sound and cast an angry look, as if condemning the other party's ignorance of taste. Besieged by so many eyes, Carl was overwhelmed with a bottle of beer and could only shrug, "I haven't heard the song, I'm just curious what it would look like if there were lyrics."
Although as a director, Carl has actually made cameos in many TV series, so the relationship between him and the actors is still relatively close. After hearing Carl's question, everyone turned their attention to Renly again, because this was also a question that everyone was curious about. This melody, which had never been heard before, easily caught everyone's ears.
The corners of Ren Li's mouth evoked a shallow arc, and that faint smile had a hint of warmth, and a faint light bloomed in the hazy and heavy night, and the brows were dyed with a cream-yellow halo, which was slowly outlined. Out of the sparse eyebrows, quiet and beautiful.
He lowered his head slightly, and looked at the trembling strings under his fingertips through the starlight, the melody slowly flowed in his thoughts, as if he could hear the wind whistling above the silent ice field, and then, Renly He hummed softly, "Is the night nothing but silence?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, a dense goose bump appeared on Lamy's arm, and the wispy voice gently plucked his heartstrings, and he couldn't help shivering.
"There was once a small boat, now drifting far away. Have you ever fled from rumors and illusions, the truth is no longer true in the shadow of lies, take up your sword and shield and prepare to fight."
Those ethereal and unrestrained words like poetry collided with dazzling light between the melodies, touching the depths of Lamy's heart truly and warmly, and slowly, the cold air surrounded him and isolated him independently. Come on, as if no one else exists, and there is no meaning, he is the only one left in the whole world, only the moving voice in his ear is humming.
"Is the night nothing but monotony? Once there was a tomb, and now it's nowhere. After a moment of meditation I began to pray, broken vows turned into traps, meaningless sincerity."
Lies and truths, trust and betrayal, vows and partings, birth and death… It has nothing to do with sincerity or not, they are two sides of the same body, forever interdependent on each other, the illusions of illusion and reality are indistinguishable, like navigating the sea in the middle of the night In general, walking quietly, groping, trying to find a lighthouse to guide you, but stumbling into an iceberg, covered in bruises and scars, and finally, forgetting where you are.
"Is the night nothing but blessings? Once there was some gold, now it's scattered all over the world. When will faith return its head, oh my God, please tell me why faith is so powerful."
Closing his eyes, hot tears wet his cold cheeks. Following the footsteps of God, following the guidance of faith, and resolutely walking forward, I still have no regrets for the thorns and bumps along the way. But looking at the devastated, corpse, and freezing world, he suddenly began to be at a loss. The memories of the past, the friends of the past, the blood of the past, the persistence of the past, the beliefs of the past are scattered all over the world.
Rami suddenly couldn't help crying, and he finally understood the cry of Renly's heart, the silent cry that came from Eugene, and more importantly, the cry for help from the depths of his own soul. In this war with no victory, no goal, and no justice, everything they once firmly believed in collapsed, looking at their blood-stained hands and dragging their heavy and clumsy footsteps, not knowing that they were Where to go and where to get.
"Is the night nothing but silence?"
Listen, it is a whisper from the depths of the soul, is the night nothing but silence? Is war nothing but death? Is faith nothing but self-deception? Does persistence mean nothing but struggle alone? Is the world nothing but yourself
The boundless, endless loneliness, permeating every note, made Lamy unable to extricate himself. When he opened his eyes, the stars all over the sky seemed to be dancing, falling down with a cool and soft melody, like a waterfall, detonating the energy of the whole night, but the loneliness in the noise dragged his ankles, falling, Falling, falling, falling into a bottomless abyss with no end.
"There used to be a treasure, but now the news is gone. Have you ever fled from rumors and illusions, yes, there is a little corruption in beauty, take up your sword and shield and prepare to fight."
A part of the soul seems to be lost like this, forever on the battlefield, forever in the blood-stained land, forever in the world infiltrated by death.
Turning his head, Rami really understood the meaning of Renly's performance this afternoon. It was a goodbye, a tender farewell, and Eugene left a piece of his soul here forever, and with that woman's long sleep, he could never be whole again, even if he survived the battlefield, even if he could Escaped from illness, but, after all, Eugene is not that Eugene anymore.
"Yeah, there is some corruption in beauty, pick up your sword and shield and prepare to fight."
"Er-Hemingway once said that the world is a good place and worth fighting for. I only believe the second half of the sentence." This line comes from the classic film "Seven Deadly Sins" , this sentence suddenly appeared in Renly's mind. Perhaps, this is the driving force for Eugene to continue to survive, and it is also the driving force for Eugene to get rid of the nightmare.
Eugene, like Tim, may have spent their entire lives not understanding what war really is, or even what faith really is, but they still fight for it. Even with no end in sight.
Ren Li's fingers stopped, letting the aftertaste vibrate gently in the air, enjoying this moment of tranquility, as if he could clearly hear the murmur of the wind and the laughter of the stream, and even the playfulness of the stars was clear. Moments like this are pure and beautiful.
Wiping away the embarrassed tears on his cheeks, Rami did not feel shy at all, because he was not alone, and the embarrassed faces next to him were much worse than him, and even Carl, who was standing beside him, turned around. This is the second time in a day.
"Renly, what was the name of the song just now?" Lamy couldn't help but lower his voice, like a feather falling.
"'Was-There-Nothing?'" Renly thought about it, then said his name.
But because of the question mark at the end of the sentence, Lamy couldn't help but stunned, and confirmed once, "'A piece of nothingness'?"
Renly nodded and replied affirmatively, "'A piece of nothingness?'"
Note: Was-There-Nothing—Asgeir
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