The Greatest Showman

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Renly cleared his throat, and his throat was a little dry. He drank a little too much last night. Fortunately, Sangria didn't have any alcohol, so he didn't have any symptoms of a hangover.

He picked up the tea cup on the table, took out the tea bag inside, put it on the tray, looked up and drank the strong tea in the cup in one go. Twenty years later, he is still not used to the tea bags in the Western world. After all, he still misses watching the tea leaves stretch out in the boiling water. However, in special times, it is better than nothing.

Putting down the teacup, Renly hurriedly left the hotel room. Today, he has an important task at hand - he will have a closed experience, and the eight-hour personal practice will not only be a physical test, but also a mental torture. Requires full concentration. Now that he had made up his mind, Renly would not hesitate.

The hotel lobby on the first floor is not noisy. There is a group of guests checking in at the front desk, a backpacker is checking something in front of the computer in the waiting area next to it, and another person is sitting on the sofa with his back to the door reading a newspaper; bright sunlight Projecting in unimpeded, the entire lobby is spacious and translucent, making people feel refreshed, and there is vitality in the tranquility. There's no better way to start a new day this way.

This Catalonia Park Guell hotel is located in the slightly remote Gracia district, only 600 meters from the famous Park Guell, but you need to use transportation to get to the city center, about 15 minutes away. The "Buried Alive" crew had a limited budget. Renly's reservation for this three-star hotel exceeded his expectations. He was already mentally prepared to live in a youth hostel; what's more, compared to the noise of the old town, the Silence is also good for Renly preparing for the role.

Renly nodded to the lobby manager and walked out towards the door quickly, "Mr. Hall, Mr. Hall." The lobby manager stopped Renly, "You have a visitor."

Renly's brows furrowed slightly, visitor? What kind of visitors does he have? He is now a nobody, and this time he came to Barcelona without attracting any attention. How could there be a visitor? Is it a crew member? Rodrigo didn't say he was coming this morning.

Raising his head, he glanced around the lobby subconsciously, his eyes suddenly stopped, and he locked onto the back of the man who was reading the newspaper.

The strong shoulders are slightly thin, and the navy blue suit meticulously outlines the sharp lines; the toughness and firmness of the chin curve can be vaguely glimpsed, and the slightly tight bronze skin can glimpse the rules and restraint of the straight sitting posture; a black short hair neatly And fit, revealing the cold and cold, as if even the falling sunlight could not help but stop three feet away.

This back, he can be said to be all too familiar, how could he not recognize it?

Ren Li lowered his head, his downcast eyes concealed his inner emotions, only a momentary smile peeked out between the light and shadow, like a spring/light/sudden leak, the arc of the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and then subsided, Like a gentle ripple, "You'd better be reading the newspaper. If you don't plan to follow, I'll call a taxi now."

The mellow voice pulled the strings of the cello under the bright sunlight. After speaking, Renly turned around and started walking without any hesitation.

The lobby manager stood there at a loss, "What's the situation?"

Then the figure sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper stood up, folded the newspaper slowly, turned around, and said to Renly's receding back, "Even if I don't intend to give the old man a warm welcome. Hugs, at least, you can give me some time to clean up."

"You know I don't like to put on airs." Renly's voice came from a distance, his footsteps still didn't stop, then he turned around, and a smile burst into the corner of his mouth, "Especially I don't like someone pretending to be better than me."

Standing on the side of the road, looking left and right, Renly raised his hand, a taxi at the far end of the road was heading in the opposite direction, and then stopped, waiting for the next car to pass by, ready to turn around.

"I thought you would stay in a youth hostel, but I didn't expect you to choose a hotel. This kind of accommodation doesn't look like your style at all." The man trotted all the way to catch up, but he still put his left hand on In the pocket, there is no embarrassment at all, and there is a familiar familiarity and kindness in his demeanor.

Renly raised his eyebrows lightly, and sneered back without showing weakness, "I thought you refused to show up in such a high-end hotel. If Charlotte knew about it, you could laugh at you for at least a year."

The man's eyes flashed slightly, a smile flashed, and then he shot back, "She obviously won't miss you, especially after learning about your current job."

"I don't mind performing Hamlet in front of her once. You shouldn't forget that every time she sees 'Hamlet', her whole body cramps and she runs away. Especially can't stand the phrase 'to live or to die', I will definitely give her a play Shakespeare-style performance." After Renly said calmly, the two of them couldn't help laughing, obviously remembering a common memory.

The taxi driver parked the car on the side of the road, a little hesitant. Looking at the two men in front of them, their heights are almost the same. The slender legs and the gentleman's temperament seem to be somewhat similar, but they have their own merits. One is dressed in a suit, handsome and sharp, and his cold and tough aura has a strong sense of oppression; Wearing a t-shirt and jeans, casual and elegant, with a hint of laziness in the sun, the picture of standing side by side makes people yearn, but timid.

They didn't look like the type who would take a cab at all.

Matthew Dunlop (matthew-d

Unlop) stepped forward and opened the car door, making a gesture of invitation; Renly didn't refuse either, bent down and got into the car, reporting the address he had written down to the driver, as if he was completely accustomed to it.

Matthew stood by the door and paused for a moment, everything so familiar, as if it had never changed, and would never change. Shaking his head with a chuckle, he also got into the car right after, the taxi almost didn't stop, and then sped away.

"Aren't you curious about why I appeared?" Matthew looked at Renly with a calm face, as if he was not surprised by his sudden appearance.

The two had not been in touch for more than a year—the so-called no contact was the absence of any news. He knew that Renly was in New York, but he still didn't know which area Renly lived in. After Renly went to New York, he disappeared completely, as if sinking into the sea.

Matthew searched Renly's face earnestly, but still found no surprise, "Aren't you curious how I knew you were here?"

Renly turned his head and looked at the old friend in front of him seriously.

Ying Ting's eyebrows are like the steep Arctic Ocean coastline, the tall and straight nose bridges the deep facial features into two halves, and the light lips sip a touch of the indifference of the early winter sun. Fitted hair, buttoned shirts, delicate cuffs, and straight trouser lines all exude a detached and upright abstinence/lust/temperament, which makes people involuntarily stop five steps away.

Everything is as it is in memory. In one year, there were hardly any traces left on him—compared to the previous fifteen years.

The Dunlop family is quite similar to the Hall family. They are both poor nobles, but they always maintain the pride and restraint of the nobles. His father is a lawyer, his mother is a judge, and the third in the family. T-Dunlop (Charlotte-Dunlop) is one of his sisters.

Renly couldn't quite remember the beginning of the story, all he remembered was that they met in elementary school. For Renly, who was reborn once, elementary school students are a group of little kids, and naturally they have no intention of making friends; but I don't know when they became friends. It can be said that Matthew was made friends after his rebirth. The first friend - the real one. They've been classmates since then, Eton, Cambridge, and now.

"Edith." Renly said with a fox's slyness flashing through his dark brown eyes.

Edith is the only explanation, her work is inextricably linked to Hollywood. The recent news that "Cleopatra" has entered the bulletin board is not too big or small, but you can still notice it if you have the heart; as long as Edith goes to the union to inquire, the information of "buried alive" is public, and it is not difficult to guess. to the answer. Matthew is a royal criminal defense attorney with an almost crazy paranoia about details. As long as you give him a clue, it is not difficult to associate the facts.

Matthew looked disappointed, apparently Renly had guessed the answer the first time, which was a real disappointment. In order to find out Renly's current position, he really spent a lot of effort, and finally called Rodrigo, and made a lot of circles. He originally planned to surprise Renly, but he didn't expect it to be punctured.

This was the case when I was a child, and it is still the case now. Time doesn't seem to have changed much.

"Where is our current destination? If we go to a bar or a brothel now, it seems a little early." Matthew quickly returned to normal, looking at the rapidly receding scenery on both sides of the street, obviously not the city center direction.

Renly didn't lift his eyes, and spit back lightly, "That's Arthur's hobby, not mine. Obviously your brain has been damaged by the law."

"Huh, it seems that Hollywood hasn't poisoned your blood yet." With that lingering fear, he gave Renly a hard blow - London's aristocrats have always been dismissive of Hollywood, Matthew's words This made Renly chuckle, "I'm here this time, are you planning to go back to London?"

"No." Renly shook his head. "When you go back, say hello to Charlotte for me." Charlotte is also an anomaly in the Dunlop family, always believing that the aristocracy is rotten and should be abolished in one go . There is no market for such shocking remarks among the nobles, but Charlotte and the two rebels of the Hall family have become good friends - Charlotte and Edith are also good friends.

Matthew was not surprised by such an answer, nodded to show his understanding, and then changed the subject, "So, where are we going now?"

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