The Greatest Showman

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The meeting between Alexander and Renly only lasted for less than a minute. There were no polite greetings, and there was no falsehood or condescension. The core content was conveyed in the simplest way. The amount of information in his mind had exploded, but on the surface, It was still cloudless.

There were still nearly 300 guests "waiting" at the scene. Both Alexander and Renly had countless social tasks to complete, so after a brief exchange of information, they both separated, and then the other guests around They swarmed like a tide.

Renly's footsteps never stopped. Instead, he politely greeted him. After a few simple courtesies, he said that he would talk slowly at the reception later, and then he walked away in a slow but unstoppable manner—

Obviously, not everyone likes Renly's perfunctory and coping, but they have nothing to do, complaining, complaining, or even getting angry, they can't influence Renly's decision, or even let Renly talk more than In three words, he could only watch Renly walk towards a smiling "outsider".

It can be seen from her attire that she is the only guest in the audience without a semicolon. Dressing up with a shirt and jeans is really amateurish; but the interesting part is here, she doesn't feel uncomfortable or uncomfortable at all. That's right, Luoluo's generous demeanor calmly greeted countless gazes, including those who stabbed and attacked.

"Who is that? So disrespectful. Even an assistant shouldn't be so scornful."

"Idiot. That's Renly's sister, another Hall."

"Oh, the cameraman? And then on a date with a Hollywood star?"

Renly's footsteps stopped two steps in front of Edith, without speaking, just looking at Edith quietly.

Although Edith had a faint smile on her face, the tiredness between her brows lingered, and she could faintly catch a trace of sadness and confusion in the dark circles under her eyes, and her neat short hair fell down. , outlines the arc of the face, which is much sharper than in memory.

Renly didn't speak, but Edith couldn't bear the silence first. She waved her hand and jokingly said, "Don't look at me with those eyes, I'm not a little girl who fell for you. Your charm, It doesn't work for me, so it's better to save a little."

"Welcome back." Renly finally spoke up, but rarely did not fight back against Edith's complaints, but opened his arms to Edith with a smile.

Suddenly, Edith's nose became slightly sour.

Every trip to the battlefield is difficult, and it won't get better just because you go more often. She used to think that, like a doctor or a soldier, seeing more deaths and getting used to disasters, she would become numb and then stop caring; but she was wrong, even for the tenth, twentieth time , that powerful emotional impact can still easily defeat all defenses.

Sometimes she even began to wonder if she was masochistic, knowing it was a purgatory, but she was always moving forward with moths to the flames, and every time she returned to London with scars, pretending to be everything. Never happened, back to the peace of civilized society.

Until I couldn't stand it any longer.

Welcome back. It was such a simple sentence, but it made Edith understand that someone was waiting for her to come back, and someone was supporting her to pursue her dream. No matter what happened, that guy would stick to where she was, and then motivate her to continue with practical actions. struggle.

Edith was a little embarrassed, unprecedented, and the roar of the artillery fire and the broken corpses reappeared in her mind. Compared to what happened on the front line, the scrutinizing eyes and the voices of discussion, she didn't care, she really didn't care. Now she finally understood the mentality of Renly's view of the people at Vanity Fair, who were so small and so simple, even ridiculously simple. It's not the same world.

"It's a bit dull inside, let's go out for some fresh air?" Renly said.

The smile on Edith's mouth couldn't help but rise: Renly was still the same, always able to see through her mind and her embarrassment.

"The pearl above the crown just left, are you sure it doesn't matter?" A small smile appeared at the corner of Edith's mouth, and she couldn't help joking.

Renly shrugged. "They'll survive." This made Edith gleefully laugh.

The two brothers and sisters left the surging crowd one after the other, and then came to the outside on the first floor again. The sky in London was still not completely clear, but the fresh air woke up the brain and made the mood a little smoother.

"Do you mind?" Edith asked Renly, pulling out her cigarette.

Renly laughed dumbly, "Yes, I still mind."

Edith glanced at Renly, but in the end ignored it, lit the cigarette to herself, and took a deep breath, the smoke lingering in her fingertips.

Renly noticed that Edith didn't wear black nail polish, just like she didn't wear makeup. The whole person looked very elegant, but it added a touch of purity - the kind of rebellion that is exclusive to Edith, bursting from the inside out. The powerful aura, disdain for camouflage, can not camouflage.

Neither of them spoke, but quietly enjoyed a moment of tranquility, but Edith's tired and complicated mood slowly settled down.

"Arthur said you bought a new house and I can come to you

Live for a while? Before Renly could answer, Edith changed her mind again, "Forget it. Can I come to your New York apartment for a while? You and Matthew have been in London for a while, haven't you? I need quiet. "

"No problem. I'll tell Rooney, you know where the keys are." Renly agreed without asking too much, "Alternatively, you can go to Malibu, where I bought it. A villa with a private beach. It's quieter there.”

"...I'll think about it." Edith didn't answer, her mind was a little confused, she needed time to figure out whether it was suitable for Los Angeles or New York, and she wasn't sure-just came back from the front line, and then she went to Beach vacation? Isn't this too enjoyable and too extravagant? She just wants to be quiet and quiet, maybe in the urban environment of New York, feel the popularity, and she can feel calm.

She didn't know, and she wasn't sure.

After hesitating for a moment, Edith asked, "...Renly, you say, is there any way we can help those children? I mean, apart from charitable fundraising, is there no way to end the war? I know, Humans are greedy after all, and war is unavoidable after all, but..."

Renly didn't speak right away, because he knew that his feelings and experiences were never as real as Edith's: he had never really lived through war. Then, his understanding and opinions are all on paper, and he himself does not know whether those discussions are accurate enough.

Edith is the one who has the say.

But Renly still thought about it for a while, and then said after considering his words:

"Did you know? Women's pain is innate, it's a physiologically unavoidable pain. Months/cases, childbirth, bloating/milk, etc. run through their entire lives, and they have to be experienced once a month, while men don't need to. A man's pain needs to be found by himself, so that he can make himself feel alive."

"So, you can see that religion and philosophy are all started by men, about God, about hell, about forgiveness, about redemption, in the beginning, these have nothing to do with women, just so that men can have a confession and self-reflection way, to feel those mental pains."

"But the truth is, women have their own track in confession and self-criticism, so men invent war. It's about making each other feel pain; if there's no war, then it's rugby -- or boxing. , searching for pain over and over again in this way, trying to prove that men actually exist."

Renly's words were unhurried, unhurried, and just like that, Edith didn't even realize it, and the corners of her mouth rose.

Edith turned her head slightly, "Sebastian, aren't you serious?" These remarks felt a little strange.

Renly chuckled lightly, "I mean, for profit, for dignity, as long as there are still men in this world - or, in order to avoid sexism, as long as there are humans, then they don't Will give up fighting until they kill each other."

"Wow. I never knew you were so dark." Edith's eyes widened and she looked at Renly in disbelief.

Renly shrugged, "So, instead of thinking about how to stop humans from killing each other alone, it's better to use your camera to record those images, and then spread them all over the world, so that humans can think, how should we avoid letting the world The end is coming."

Then, Renly turned to Edith. "The greatest part of the news media is that they can reflect the world in their own way."

"...And what about the actors?" Edith suddenly became curious.

Renly showed a big smile, "We understand the world in our own way, and then convey our understanding to the audience."

Edith savored it carefully, then withdrew her gaze, looked at the palm-sized sky above her head again, and was silent for a while, "You ask Nathan to send me the Malibu address. ."

"Yeah." Renly didn't ask too much, not even about Chris Evans' condition, and simply agreed.

Then, the two fell silent again.

Until the figure of Eaton appeared, "Renly, we need to go to the reception. Before the official reception, we still need to eat something for lunch." Although I don't want to disturb Renly and Edith, today is obviously not the best occasion .

Edith gestured to Eaton, then patted Renly's arm, "You go. I'll go back first."

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