Rooney-Mara stood quietly in place, just like that, bathed in the moonlight, a chill came from the surface of her skin, goosebumps came out, but she didn't move, just stayed where she was, didn't leave, didn't move forward, lest the slightest sound disturb the back in front of her.

"Don't, don't punish me for feeling in your heart, don't, don't punish me for tormenting my soul. ”

Suddenly, the strict heart defense slammed into a heavy punch like this, and before he could raise his fists to defend, the tears had broken through the restraints of his eyes, slid down, and fell on the back of his hand, burning his skin, but the blurred vision still intently outlined the back.

Lonely and lonely, sad and melancholy.

The softness and fragility that leaked out inadvertently flowed slowly in the cold moonlight, like a sparkling lake, which was thrillingly beautiful, but it was prohibitive, lest their rash actions might break the peace and beauty, and they were even more worried that their recklessness might leave irreparable damage.

So, it stopped.

She stood where she was, condescending, and he sat still, down to earth. But at this moment, she seemed to be looking up at this man.

The memories of "one-man concerts" came flooding back in my mind.

She is an audience, thousands of people looking up at the stage, in that spotlight, he stands in place with a guitar on his back, no gorgeous costumes, no brilliant lights, just in the simplest and most straightforward way, through music to complete the communication with the audience, in that wanton and sincere singing, carefully hide his own truth and purity, faltering, scarred and walking alone.

The soul hidden under that gentleman's skin, so deep and so complex, is like a masterpiece, people always think that they have read this book, but they don't know that every time they read it, there is always a new harvest, thousands of people, everyone can appreciate their own understanding.

First came the Telluride Film Festival, then the "Love Crazy" film, then the "One Man Concert", then the Oscars, and the "Les Miserables" performance, then the "Gravity" collaboration, and finally ...... And finally, now

The shallow chanting and singing under the moonlight, the unique uninhibited rock temperament entwined in the guitar strings flowing and galloping, the inner roar and the soul roar, so wonderful that people can't help but cry.

In the eyes of the world, he is a top superstar with a halo, he is an actor, a singer, an idol, a dream lover, and a hereditary nobleman...... At just twenty-three years old, he was already at the pinnacle of his career, accomplishing goals that many would never have been able to achieve in their lifetimes, but in her eyes, he was just Lane Hall.

Sometimes, he is like a child, talking about his favorite movies, dancing, and arguing over a scene and a movie, and he will not choose to compromise because the other party he talks to is a woman, a child, or a fan.

Sometimes, like a madman, he immerses himself in his own world, regardless of the fact that he is engaged in the performance, even if it causes inconvenience to others, even if it causes controversy and criticism, he does not care, he just goes his own way.

Sometimes, like a gentleman, he talks and laughs freely, humorously, elegantly and calmly shows his masculine charm, but he refuses to approach easily, alienates an invisible wall of air between them, and politely keeps his distance.

Sometimes, like Don Quixote, he stubbornly sticks to his position, rampage, and does not care if his head is bleeding and scarred, refusing that his edges and corners are smoothed out little by little in reality.

He's not perfect, but he's perfect. He is a blue gift, a unique and irreplaceable blue gift.

Rooney stood stunned in this way, letting her tears burst completely, and the cold and moving singing voice came to her ears, flowing gracefully in the melody of the tune, and all the memories in her mind were scattered all over the ground, and finally all fell on the back in front of her, and the outline of her shoulders was outlined little by little along the moonlight.

In him, she saw herself, a self that no one had ever truly understood.

Crying and crying, the smile on the corner of her mouth went up, and then like a madman, she laughed, cried and laughed, and the tears completely wet her face, embarrassed, but the smile bloomed warmly and brightly, and in a halo, she saw Lan Li turn her head, and the two of them exchanged eyes.

Under the shadow of the moonlight, the outline of the face is hidden between the light and shadow, the gaze is like a shadow, some stunned, some surprised, some surprised, but in each other's eyes caught a similar tear, warmth is fleeting, and at the same time armed with a touch of detachment and politeness, arming their own fragility tightly.

He was. The same goes for her.

Such a coincidence is like standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling dressing mirror, looking at yourself inside and outside the mirror. Lan Li and Rooney both realized this, and at the same time lowered their eyes and laughed dumbly.

Rooney shrugged helplessly, she didn't intend to disturb Lan Li, but she didn't expect that Lan Li was so sensitive, and she became alert at a little breeze, but she still discovered her existence and broke the silence, but, at this point, she didn't be timid and flinched, she didn't even wipe the tears on her cheeks, she just showed a big smile, "Knock." ”

It's a knock on the door.

Just now, Lan Li sang softly, "I still sleep on your porch, and I'm still afraid of breaking the shackles of your door. He would rather huddle in the porch than knock on the door and enter the heart of another stranger. The pain and struggle in my heart can only be understood by myself.

Now, Rooney mustered up the courage to knock on the door, but with a gentle and touching smile in her tearful eyes, a faint warmth flowed out, and she met Lan Li's gaze calmly and sincerely, and stood resolutely and bravely in place.

In an instant, Lan Li's inner defense began to tremble slightly, and his fingertips subconsciously curled up, carefully hiding all his negative emotions, but the next moment he saw Rooney's generosity and honesty, standing defenselessly in front of him, without any offense at his feet, and did not easily cross the thunder pool before getting permission.

The aristocratic life of the upper class is like this, layering to hide their true emotions, there is no joy or sorrow, no happiness and no anger, and even the quarrel is a calm coldness and detachment, because it is too excited, too impulsive, it is an act of inelegance and impoliteness.

Over time, they have gradually become accustomed to keeping all their emotions to themselves, even if it is a husband and wife, even if it is a brother and sister, even if it is a father and son, they will never easily open their hearts or even refuse to spy on each other's vulnerability. So, all the emotional communication was given to God.

People wonder why faith and religion have such a strong dominance in the Western world. Part of this is due to the reserved and reserved nature of the aristocracy and high society, for whom religion is their only emotional sustenance.

This is true of the House of Hall, and so is the House of Mara.

But now, Rooney's calmness and honesty made Lan Li embarrassed, he quickly lowered his eyes, hiding his panic and crampedness, when he raised his eyes again, his gaze couldn't help but bring a trace of softness, and the corners of his mouth were also stained with a trace of sincerity, and he cautiously sent out an invitation, "Welcome." ”

Rooney smiled politely, then took a step and walked to Lan Li's side, then sat down cross-legged, "Sorry to disturb your alone time." ”

It was an unexpected encounter, but Rooney didn't explain too much, just sincerely apologized, because she knew that if she wanted to be alone, no matter who broke in for any reason, it would not make people happy.

Lan Li shrugged his shoulders, a smile appeared in his eyes, "You know, this is a demonic agreement, and now it has been signed and sealed, so you'd better keep it a secret." Otherwise, the consequences will be very serious. ”

"I knew I had missed the opportunity to escape. Rooney also smiled and quipped, "Is there any origin for this song? I've never heard it before." ”

"It's just a melody that just came to hand. Lan Li didn't hide it, and said generously, "I'm thinking that if there is a second album, maybe it can be included." ”

"Wow, so, is that a second album?" Rooney asked in surprise.

Lan Li shook his head without giving any face, "No, there is no hope for the time being, I just talk about it casually." To be honest, I haven't done anything since the Grammys for more than half a year, and I think my inspiration has dried up. This, you can tell reporters, I don't mind. ”

Rooney nodded meaningfully, as if suddenly realized, "But, personally, this song is amazing. The only doubt is that this should be indie rock...... I'm not sure, you're playing on a guitar, it's supposed to be a ballad, but the arrangement doesn't quite resemble the chords. ”

"Yes, I'm trying different creative directions, because I know it's impossible to break through the previous album when it comes to folk, so it's a good idea to go in a different direction and preemptively change direction before others complain that my talent has been squandered. Lan Li replied.

Seeing Lan Li's serious self-deprecation, Rooney couldn't help but smile in her eyes, and nodded in agreement, "Who knows? Perhaps, your talent in rock and roll is even better than ballads?"

"Are you serious?" Lan Li deliberately frowned exaggeratedly, expressing strong suspicion.

Rooney spread her hands, "No, of course I'm not. I'm just an amateur music lover, I'm just an actor, how could I know?"