"This thing should be like this......"

“…… The current situation ......"

"I think we have to speed up......"

The back door of the pioneer village opened, fragments of words leaked out, and the steaming heat came in, and a thin and tall figure walked out quickly, a navy blue vertical striped shirt, lined with a white base shirt, and a dark blue woolen blazer, a strong sixties style, but it complemented the bar behind him.

The cold air instantly swarmed like a tide, the collision of hot and cold began to surge, the back door closed gently, the long alley suddenly became quiet, all the noisy chatter was blocked out of the door panel, the sudden drop in temperature made a large goosebump appear on the surface of the skin, people couldn't help but pull their coats, trying to find a trace of warmth.

But then, Lan Li realized that he forgot to put on his coat and came out directly.

When he turned back, he still didn't walk back after all. There was a faint and turbulent murmur in my ears, surging in the thick night and cold air, not only did it not seem noisy, but also set off the quietness and profundity of the alley, and I couldn't help but raise my head and look in the direction of the source of the sound.

At the end of the alley, you can see the bustling crowd of people, who are excitedly and excitedly patting the team, one by one talking with each other and dancing with their eyebrows, the long line can not see the beginning or the tail, only a short section, but can easily depict the surging crowd, in the night one by one excited and excited faces turned into a vague symbol.

In the alleys, the street lamps seem to have fallen into disrepair and seem to have been abandoned, and the flickering neon lights outline the city's skyline, even at night, but still like day, the blue-gray building walls loom in the night, and after the light glides lightly, casting a large shadow that hides all the figures and secrets in the deep alleys.

The hazy rain and fog have a kind of post-apocalyptic magnificence and depression in the halo -

The more lively, the more lonely, and the more crowded, the more lonely.

My eyes lowered slightly, and then I saw this familiar alley: wet floors, dark red brick walls, dirty garbage cans, rusty fire escapes, and broken copper and iron piled up in the corners......

Time flies, the world has changed, but it seems that this corner has been forgotten, everything is exactly the same as in the memory, it seems that it has not changed since the first day he came to work, even the large cobwebs outside the glass window diagonally opposite can not see any change, still shivering in the cold wind, hanging trivial droplets.

Little by little, the memories began to go back to the years when I first arrived in New York.

So far away, yet so close, so vague, yet so clear.

He took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took one out, held it to his mouth, and subconsciously leaned on the wet wall, ready to light it with a match, but before he could open the matchbox, there was a chill behind him, and he shivered involuntarily, reflexively shrunk his neck, and began to jump on the spot.

Glancing at the back of his suit, unsure if it would affect the rest of the show, he frowned slightly and looked back to realize that he was in the wrong place, and shivered again.

After realizing his movements, he was slightly stunned, and the smile on the corner of his mouth rose absurdly.

He remembered his childhood in this life.

Because, for the aristocratic lords, jumping feet, shivering, and shrinking their necks are absolutely not allowed, only servants and working people will feel the threat of cold weather, and those lords of high society always stay in the warm and spring-like interior, maintaining an elegant demeanor.

For the aristocracy, even when they go out, they must straighten their waists, open their shoulders, and have a calm demeanor, as if they do not feel the magical attack of the weather at all, and meet any challenge with grace and calm. Even if they did feel the cold, they could only put on gloves and politely rub their hands together to keep warm.

Not to mention George and Elizabeth, even if Elf saw what he had just done, he was bound to stop with a stern look.

Leaving London and coming to New York, he hadn't remembered those childhood moments for a long, long time, and after the West End show, he hadn't remembered those family members again for a long, long time — Arthur and Edith were exceptions, and sometimes, he didn't think of Edith as a Hall.

But at this moment, those memories came back to life. It's as if I had just arrived in New York, just left London, just left the bondage, just been freed. Raising his head again and looking around, this trance gradually became clear, and there seemed to be no gaps in the time shuttle and rewind.

Everything is so familiar, the familiar pioneer village, the familiar back door long alley, the familiar show night...... There are also familiar dream dilemmas, familiar waiting, familiar dazed ...... Everything was so real and real that Lan Li was a little confused, and in an instant, he went back to three years ago.

That winter, that pioneer village, that New York.

At that time, the "Pacific War" had just ended, and I was exhausted and exhausted to finish filming and vacation, and returned to New York. In fact, after the series was finished, he spent some time in Australia, learning to surf and relax, but it was still hard to get used to the cold and humidity of New York after leaving the Australian sun and rushing headlong into New York.

During the filming of the series, he truly felt the joy and happiness of the performance for the first time, and once again confirmed his dream and persistence in a down-to-earth manner, his talent was initially recognized, and he also took a solid step, looking forward to the future and looking forward to development, full of confidence and pride.

However, "Pacific War" has not yet been officially broadcast, and it is inevitable that I am a little apprehensive in my heart, looking forward to the feedback from professional film critics, and also looking forward to the audience's viewing response.

On the one hand, I firmly hold on to my dreams and do my best to sprint towards my goals, but on the other hand, I can't help but wonder if my talent and talent can really impress the public, whether I can really find a soulmate, whether I can really create a world, and even whether I really have talent.

On the one hand, witnessing the friends who auditioned together and looked for opportunities together, they began to receive audition notices one after another, and even further got the opportunity to perform, winning the opportunity in their own way, and a trace of envy inevitably arose in their hearts;

On the one hand, he devoted himself to the polishing and research of professional skills, immersed himself in his own art world, and firmly believed that his ideas were correct, but on the other hand, he began to panic whether the balance between art and commerce fell into an inescapable trap, and he would eventually become a speck of dust in the torrent of the times.

Even if you are a human being in two lives, the unknown topics of life still need to be explored and explored slowly.

It was during that winter that Ranley Hall and Levine Davis overlapped.

They are the same, with talents, firm beliefs, and dreams, and some stupidly adhere to an ideal, but they are still high and proud, quietly waiting for their own opportunities, and patiently waiting for the moment when their dreams will take root. Although the contradictions and conflicts in their hearts have never really disappeared, they still proudly raise their heads and stubbornly persist in moving forward.

In the face of Andy Rogers's three visits, he is full of sincerity, but he has always put on a high posture, obviously he has nothing, and he is still picking and choosing, more worried about his pursuit as an artist than the breakthrough and development of his career, the nobility and arrogance of the literati lingers, refuses to compromise, and thinks he is detached.

In the face of the audition invitation of "Thor", he never really considered it, just read it as a learning opportunity to flip through it, and then put it aside and refused to pay attention to it, obviously a newcomer, there is no room for choice, but he still asks for a lot, with a pure and speechless idealism, rampage through Hollywood.

Faced with the opportunity to "bury alive", he tried his best and made a desperate bet, because this was the best choice in his mind, so he sprinted forward like a moth to a fire, running barefoot and chasing this work with all his might, but deep down, he was not sure whether he was qualified for this job, let alone whether this opportunity could realize his artistic persistence.

Contradictory and stupid, naïve and stubborn.

Such a story is really too familiar and too real. So he was, and so did Levine.

Picky about Jim's commercial performances, envious of Troy's appreciation of his agent, despised the vulgarity of quartets, and mocked his sister's ignorance of art...... For the sake of quick money, he had to choose to bow his head, joined Jim's ranks, and sang an advertising song, but he wished that his name was completely removed from the ranks of producers, and he gave up the copyright in his hand and chose cash...... For the last chance, he traveled all the way to Chicago and gave it a go, only to return disappointed.

This is the story of Levien, and it is also the story of Lanli.

Even the bustle and turmoil at the mouth of the alley in front of them is the same, they may have heard the name "Ranley-Hall" or "Levine-Davis", but they just joined in the fun, without really understanding his talent and creation, they may not care who "Ranley-Hall" or "Levine-Davis" is, they just want to enjoy a night of relaxation and entertainment.

They bustled around at the gates of the pioneer village, but had nothing to do with him at all.