Great Artist

Evan Bell sat side by side with Blake Lively like this, and neither of them spoke for a long time, a long time.

Teddy Bell saw that his brother's tense shoulders finally relaxed a little, so he breathed a sigh of relief, turned and walked home.

The night sky in New York can never see the stars, maybe because the high-rise buildings block the night sky, maybe because the dense fog in the city hides the starlight, maybe because the bright urban night scene takes away the light of the stars. The same is true tonight. On the dark night, only one or two stars can be seen sporadically, struggling to release light behind the thick clouds.

"Do you know why I chose this path?" Evan Bell said, not looking at Blake Lively next to him, but still looking at the sky above his head that was divided into tofu blocks by skyscrapers.

"I remember when you went to the Eagle Rock Music Festival, I asked you this question." Blake Lively remembers it well, and the events from two years ago are still vivid in my mind. In retrospect, that road trip was indeed true. It is unforgettable. "At that time, you replied that it was because you wanted to make the music you liked." Blake Lively paused, as if he had remembered something, and couldn't help but smile, "You also said that a bosom friend is enough, and blind obedience is too little.

Evan Bell looked back at Blake Lively, the smile on the corner of his mouth was clear and pleasant. The world was quiet, and New York at four in the morning gradually fell asleep.

"Friends." Evan Yibel twitched the corners of his mouth, a little bitter, a little helpless, and a little heavy. "Yes. Whether it's music or a movie, I always hope that it can create a **** to resonate with people. Music and movies are just A medium, the most important thing, is to convey the inner feelings, martial arts, heaven and earth, the holy king, make the holy king, kill the gods, gods, and seal the throne at night. Heaven's Strongest Abandoned Young Da Zhou Royal Family Martial Movement Universe Will Night Killing God Divine Seal Throne Seeking Demon Defying the World Royal family. Joy, joy, sadness, pain, release. We can always make gods and find our own life in it. This is a pleasure and an honor for me.”

Evan Bell knew that, in the final analysis, this was just wishful thinking on his part. In the entertainment industry, entertaining others and oneself, interests come first, all popularity, pursuit, and attention can eventually be converted into interests, and his dream is only the idea of ​​a small number of people after all. So he set up Eleven Studio, embarked on the road of independent musicians and began to walk on the track of independent films.

For Evan Bell, whether it is commercial or not, popular or not, he doesn't mind that he just wants to realize his idea, that's all, even if it's just a dream.

"I don't expect the media to believe me, because they just need to explode, and even if they find out the truth, they may not report it: I don't expect the Internet to believe me because they are just like what others say and join in the fun: I only hope that those who are sincere People who like my music can make gods hear my real voice from my music. These people who really like music are my original intention to make music. Without my dreams, Eleven Studio is nothing: no Knowing the bosom friend, in fact, I am nothing."

Evan-Bell's voice was calm without too much emotion, only a hint of mockery.

Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi are a pair of bosom friends. Later, Zhong Ziqi died of illness. Yu Boya felt very sad that his bosom friend had died, and no one in the world would experience the artistic conception of his playing like Zhong Ziqi. Play the piano again. Boya has no strings attached, and it is hard to find bosom friends.

Perhaps, trying to find a bosom friend in the vast sea of ​​people, and saying in the commercial entertainment circle that "one bosom friend is enough, blindly following ten thousand is too little" is itself a mistake. But in fact, just like Boya Jue Xian's idea, without bosom friend, the value of playing ceases to exist. Maybe he doesn't need bosom friends to prove his worth, but the dream in his heart needs that stage to be complete. This kind of heartfelt feeling, Evan Bell finally realized today.

"You are the reason I stand, you are the reason I sing, you are the reason I live, you are my everything, you are the reason I breathe, Lou is on his knees begging you, don't leave, don't leave me. "Evan Bell hummed softly, the melody was light and lively, but the lyrics were earnest and sad, and the bitterness at the corner of his mouth became thicker and deeper. When Ziqi passed away, did Bo Shou think "don't leave" in his heart. Unfortunately, Ziqi left, so Bo Ya broke the qin and stopped playing the qin for the rest of his life.

Listening to the brisk melody, a touch of sadness pervaded the cold midnight air, and even the light of the creamy yellow street lamps scattered all over the floor became faint, and Blake Lively knew that it was Evan Bell. And, she knowingly didn't ask any questions. Looking at the calm profile of the man beside him, Blake Lively knew that although this incident was a series of blows, the real fatal blow was the betrayal of the singers. These self-proclaimed bosom friends are so simple and straightforward. To live up to Evan Bell, this is the greatest irony.

Don't leave (n\\\'tleavemePSPS) is a plea, a sadness, and a disheartened one. The melody is brisk, but the fire of passion in the heart has cooled. There is nothing more sad than death. The sadness that pervades the melody and penetrates between the sincerity of the phrase "don't leave" is overwhelming, draining the air and making people feel uncomfortable. Suffocated, I couldn't even cry if I wanted to.

Silence, walking through the grief of the thick nose, Bleijing Lively felt sore nose but dry eyes. The kind of emotion that tears cannot be shed when faced with the betrayal of the whole world: when the sadness reaches the extreme, the smile rises instead. In this melody, in Evan Bell's clear and cool voice, Blake Lively felt it personally.

Music is indeed a person's spirit, it can create a **** to represent all the deepest emotions in a person's heart. Blake Lively understood Evan Bell, and it was because he understood that his mood became heavier.

"Life is as gorgeous as summer, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

"Blake Lively didn't say much comforting words, but this sentence made Evan Bell look surprised.

Facing Evan-Bell's surprised eyes, Blake-Lively smiled indifferently, she believed that a thousand words could not match this sentence. The man in front of him is rebellious in his bones, and he will not bow his head to admit defeat: even if Ge Mi betrays this hurdle, he will eventually figure it out, leave all the burdens behind, and continue to live his wild and wanton way. Life. All he needs is time. Therefore, Blake Lively believes that this simple sentence is enough for Evan Bell to understand what he wants to express.

Having known Blake Lively for such a long time, Evan Bell discovered for the first time that she actually knew her, and maybe she could not be called a bosom friend, but their thoughts were very similar.

"Let's go, Cinderella, Her Royal Highness is going back to the hotel." Blake Lively stood up, pulled the jacket on his shoulders, and smiled brightly at Evan Bell.

Evan Bell smiled and also stood up. Walking side by side with Blake Lively, the figures of the two people pulled the elder elders under the street lights at 4:30 in the middle of the night.

After sending Blake Lively back, it was past four-thirty when Evan Bell came home. In more than half an hour, the sky will be méngméng bright, and a sleepless night will pass like this.

When passing by Teddy Bell's room, the sound from inside showed that he also hadn't slept all night.

"I said, this is not suitable for Evan." Teddy Bell's voice was full of helplessness, as if it had been repeated many times before and was forced to do nothing by the other party. It's just the personal senses of ordinary people, it's impossible for Evan to do this..." This made Evan-Bell's footsteps stop, talking about his own affairs in the past two days, what else can there be, for sure It's about Heidi-méng Gomery. Evan Bell knocked on the door of his brother's room, pushed open the door and walked in. As soon as Teddy Bell saw his brother came back, he said to the phone, "Okay, I will mention it to him." After that, Teddy Bell Diebel hung up the phone.

"North, it was David just now." Teddy Bell said without hesitation, "He wants you to pretend to be pitiful to gain sympathy and take the route of showing weakness."

These words made Evan-Bell smile. If it weren't for the mood of laughing now, Evan-Bell would have laughed to the ground long ago. Even so, a smile appeared on Evan-Bell's face. .

Looking at his brother's expression, Teddy Bell knew that, as he said, this is not Evan Bell's personality, and it is impossible for him to rely on this kind of weakness to gain sympathy, which will only make him become and Heidi The same level as a méng Gomery. Therefore, Teddy Bell rejected David Greenblatt's proposal outright. David Greenblatt, he still doesn't know enough about Evan Bell.

"Méng Gomalli started to participate in the live broadcast of the show yesterday afternoon. David said that she appeared on the late-night show just now. She kept crying on the show, and the effect seemed to be good." Teddy Bell explained briefly, everyone wanted to come. Sleepless~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is watching the development of the incident. "She has participated in four programs before and after. We have released the advantage of the wind on the Internet, and méng Gomery is pulling back little by little. So, David just felt we should do something too."

Evan-Bell waved his hand indifferently, and let out a long sigh of relief, "Don't worry too much. If things can turn around, it would be best. If not, we will wait for the New York Police Department to give me justice. , things will be resolved at that time. As for those who left..." Evan Yibel thought of the "don't leave" smile that he hummed just now. After all, the smile on the corner of his mouth was still a bit bitter, and it was hard to find a good friend.

"Then let them go."

Boya broke the qin for Ziqi's sake because Ziqi was Boya's bosom friend, but those songs that easily betrayed him were not. He, Evan Bell, is not someone who can’t put it down. He can do many things in this beautiful world. Even without the current song mí, he can still create gods and make music he likes, and he can still create music that he likes. God shoots what he likes.

He lived a life like Xia Huā, but he would not stop his pace because of this little setback!

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