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The breeze is swaying, the night is blurred, and the wine is not intoxicating. A glass of wine, a melody, a moment of time, life seems to stop for a very short time.

The night in Pioneer Village is so charming, there is no hustle and bustle, and there is no cheering of mountains and tsunamis, only the long-lost reunion and small talk. Renly's singing is light and gentle, just like the "Drunken Country Ballad" Levine, quiet. Jing tells the story of the past days.

Those magnificent, those who have experienced vicissitudes of life, all turned into the spicy and bitterness in the wine glass, drink it up, and leave it to yourself to taste carefully.

The 30-minute performance ended, and the night became deeper, but the drinkers were immersed in their own thoughts and could not extricate themselves, whether it was happiness or bitterness, the taste was only understood by themselves, no need to share or talk, just leave it to alcohol and the night. Well, now there is wine and now I am drunk, when the sun rises again, everyone will make their own decisions, not necessarily the right ones but the ones that need to be made, and then continue to move forward.

Renly still picked up the guitar and keyboard in person, turned off the stage lights skillfully, and completed the cleaning work—the muscles of the body still had memories, and it seemed that they had never really left. I feel relaxed.

Walking to Stanley's booth, I saw at a glance a familiar guest who was savoring whisky: George Slender.

A small smile formed on Renly's mouth, and he greeted familiarly, "Hey, George, long time no see. Did you come here for the Thursday party?"

"I heard that the first round of drinks is free tonight, how could I miss it?" George picked up the glass and shook it gently, showing a satisfied look.

Renly nodded to Stanley, and then sat down in the round booth. Unconsciously, his body muscles relaxed a little, "If I had known, I shouldn't have rushed to the top of my head. It's been a long time. It was a live performance, and the preparation was insufficient, and I almost had an embarrassment on the spot."

"It's natural, this is the best you." Stanley had a different idea. From the very beginning, he had unshakable confidence in Renly.

George complained in a straight-forward manner, "But it's also an unprofessional performance. If you let him perform in a movie in such a state, it's absolutely impossible for him."

"But even so outstanding, isn't it a testament to his talent?"

"And he's still not doing the right thing. That's called wasting talent. You know what? How many people dream of being a singer but don't have talent, and if he wastes like that, God will punish him."

"Are you sure it was God's punishment? I thought it was given to him by his parents."

"...Are you questioning God?"

"When did you become so devout?"

Stanley and George had a fierce confrontation, arguing like old urchins. Renly just stood by and watched, but the onlookers were enjoying themselves.

Neil, who came with the brandy, broke into the scene and glanced at Renly, "You, the culprit who caused the disaster, just watched like this?"

Renly spread his hands and looked sincere, "Then what do you want me to do? On whose side?"

"..." Neil couldn't help but choked, Renly was forcing him to stand in line, he was simply digging a hole for him to jump in, and Neil rolled his eyes in silence: Why doesn't he have a long memory? Completely forgetting what a terrible guy Renly is, "Let's make you laugh!" Neil patted his head and said with great annoyance.

The funny look made Renly laugh softly. At this time, George and Stanley had stopped arguing, and their eyes moved back and forth between Renly and Neil, but the two were sulking again, turning their heads on both sides, pretending The big living person around him doesn't exist at all, it's peaceful.

Renly took the brandy from Neil and said to Stanley and George, "I'm going back to the studio next week, what do you think?"

The so-called return to the studio is to start recording for a new album.

Stanley and George both turned their heads, staring at Renly with surprise, as if they couldn't believe their ears, and surprise flowed from their brows.

Or was Neil reacting more quickly, "Really or not?" He couldn't help but complain, "You are procrastinating, there has been no sound or movement, why are you suddenly ready to return to the studio? Or, today is the April 1st? Or some kind of prank show? Where are the cameras?"

Neil turned his head around, looking for the camera.

Renly gave Neil an eye-knife, "When did I joke about work?"

Neil didn't care either, and hurriedly accompanied the smiling face, "So are you serious?" Neil began to gear up, "Does this mean there is a new album to listen to? Oh, this is really exciting."

At this time, George finally came back to his senses, "Are you sure? You still have a schedule? I thought the guys in Hollywood would never let you go easily."

Stanley had other thoughts, "Did someone show your face?" he asked worriedly.

Renly laughed cheerfully, "Stanley, now I'm the only one who looks at others, how can others be."

Stanley still doesn't quite believe it, seriously

Looking at Renly, even if he repeatedly confirmed that Renly was not wronged, he still couldn't completely relax, "I don't know about Hollywood, but I know that when things get mixed up on Wall Street, it's definitely not that simple. But No matter what happens, Renly, just be yourself, Pioneer Village, it's always here. We're all here."

Stanley really remembered the song "Residence" in his heart. He knew some things, he might not be able to keep up with the times, but he also knew that some things would not change.

There was no hype, but a warm feeling slipped through Ren Li's heart, "I know." Sometimes, a word is worth a thousand words.

"I'm really ready to go back to the studio," Renly said firmly. "I think, I'm ready. By the way, George, the folk music festival can start, and there are things we should and must do. ."

George's emotions were obviously agitated, and he couldn't say a word, just nodded, and then repeated, "Okay! Of course!" After a while, George calmed down a little, "Even if it's an old bone, I will also toss with you, isn't it a music festival."

Preparing for a folk music festival is just a matter of saying a word, but the preparation work is very huge and cumbersome, and it is definitely not that simple.

Stanley complained mercilessly, "What about the old bones? If you don't move your butt/stock, I'm afraid you'll have to step directly into the coffin."

This time, George did not refute Stanley, but nodded seriously, "Then let's toss and toss together and see who of us can't stand it first."

It doesn't sound right either.

Renly cast his eyes at Neil in surprise. He remembered that Stanley and George didn't get along like this before. What happened?

But Neil didn't take it at all, and with a smile on his face signaled to Renly not to worry, and grinned and said one word, "age", which seemed to explain a lot.

In the next period of time, in order to prepare for the folk music festival, I am afraid that these two old urchins will continue to stumble, it should be very lively.

By the time Renly skated back to the apartment...he got lost again.

"I swear, I remembered it was this intersection, and I made a turn, and I did it, but it turned out to be another block, and I don't understand what happened."

Renly explained to the expressionless Matthew in front of him, but got no response, which made Renly express his strong dissatisfaction, "I'm serious!"

Matthew remained calm, "Do you remember planting trees on our street?"

"No!" Renly said firmly. "There's a Starbucks at the crossroads!"

Matthew didn't speak, he just raised his chin and motioned for Renly to see for himself:

In this block, tall French plane trees are planted on both sides of the street; at the entrance of the street is a second-hand clothing store.

Renly blinked, "I think day and night are two very different worlds here. Hey! Matthew, don't look at me with that squeamish expression, I'm serious! In my eyes, this is Two very different blocks! I don't remember those two rows of trees during the day!"

"You're lucky to be able to find the Prince's Garden in London," Matthew complained mercilessly.

Renly chose to keep his mouth shut. He would never admit that in London not long ago, he pushed open the door and walked into the offices of the London Museum of Natural History. To be honest, he himself didn't know what was going on.

It was almost half past midnight, and Matthew, who had to get up early for work today, found Renly who was lost in the steel forest of New York, and led him home.

Renly couldn't help looking up at the strange world in front of him--literally strange, "No wonder everyone says that New York's day and night are two faces."

"I believe that what other people mean is not the one you thought in your mind just now." Matthew's voice drifted from the side.

Renly touched his nose, but made no objection.

Returning home in twists and turns, Matthew went straight home and rested, while Renly stood in the unfamiliar hall, quietly looking at the space and buildings in front of him, and did not notice the familiar smell of "home" because he just moved in. It didn't take long for the whole environment to be so clean that no trace of him could be found; but then Renly went to the bathroom, took a bath, relieved his tiredness, and regained his lightness.

But did not immediately go to rest.

Instead, he made a cup of hot cocoa, came to the window in the corner of the hall again, sat cross-legged next to him, and quietly watched the whole city flicker and dim, and the lights gradually went out in the night, as if The city was slowly falling asleep, and the heat from the palm of his hand completely calmed down his mind and regained the long-lost peace.

Because of the pioneer village tonight, and because of the sight in front of me at this moment.

Renly was getting to like it little by little.

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