The light and shadow are so wonderful that the boundaries of time and space are blurred, and the mind wings in the melody and song, soaring freely, riding the wind, leaving the kerosene lamp bar, leaving Greenwich Village, leaving New York, leaving the land...... Standing on the top of the mountain overlooking all living beings, standing on the cliff looking at the ocean, wandering in the sky and embracing the world.

The man, quietly bathed in a milky halo, sang softly, melodious and graceful, vicissitudes and sadness, wonderful and moving, the bitterness and loneliness between the eyebrows were gently surging, embarrassed and broken, covered with dust and no long things, as if he was useless except for that voice;

He sang, "Hang me, oh, hang me, and I'll die." ”

Involuntarily, the corners of his mouth rose, but the halo projected into his eyes gradually blurred, vaguely capturing a touch of chic and uninhibited in the depths of the man's eyes, bitterness and vicissitudes seemed to be hidden in the messy hair and thick stubble, leaving only a touch of wanton and indifference with waving his sleeves without taking away a cloud.

Then, he raised his head, rubbed his nose slightly, casually held his guitar, lowered his eyes and quietly fell into contemplation for a moment, as if he was savoring his performance just now, revealing a look of contentment, and then he withdrew his attention and spoke into the microphone in front of him.

"You've probably heard this one before. The tail of the eyebrows is slightly raised, and the casual and loose hair casts a large shadow on it, and the understatement is indifferent with a stubbornness and arrogance, which is revealed between the casual words, "If a song has never been new, but it has never been outdated, it is a ballad." ”

After saying that, he chuckled himself. That smile, mocking and playful, relaxed and natural, even if it was self-teasing, there was a faint brilliance between the eyebrows, which touched the heart behind every look, but he didn't care, without any pause, stood up, ready to leave the stage.

This action seems to have finally broken the shackles of music, and the realism of time has re-entered, and the applause, all of a sudden, burst out in one breath, like a volcanic eruption, instantly filling the entire kerosene lamp bar, and the mighty applause is in one piece, mixed with whistles, cheers and shouts, the mountains cry and the earth shakes.

George Slander sat stunned, as if he couldn't react, and for a long time, the surging applause continued to hit the eardrums, and then gradually came back to his senses, and the smile on the corner of his mouth paused for a moment, and finally bloomed brilliantly.

George is a little unsure now.

Two years have passed, Lan Li's performance is still moving, the narrative emotions hidden in the melody and lyrics are eloquent, and inadvertently crashed into the softness of the heart, and the scars precipitated by the years seem to be hidden in the details of the singing little by little, adding a touch of wanton and casualness.

That's a good thing. However, what George is not sure of is that this is the soul carved by time, Lan Li still maintains the innocence of the creation of "Don Quixote" two years ago, and is even more transparent and sophisticated, which is really too valuable in Hollywood's Vanity Fair;

In the time when the ballad was slowly flowing, the light and shadow were slowly flowing backwards, as if we had truly returned to the 60s, the era of crazy for the sake of folk songs, the era of persistent pursuit of art, the invasion of commerce, but the pride of art; Sitting in a tavern listening to a night of performances and having a good conversation with friends is far more fulfilling than the happiness brought by TV or the Internet.

In a trance, George truly blurred the line between reality and illusion, unable to distinguish whether it was Lan Li or Levine who was performing on the stage. It's more about Levine, the one who is trapped in a dream and dazed but refuses to compromise.

Laughing and laughing, the bitterness came up like this, and then the eyes fell into a warmth.

George lowered his eyes in some embarrassment, and then noticed Stanley Charleson sitting next to him.

Stanley leaned back in his chair, his face happy with pleasure, a bottle of beer in his hand, a lit cigarette on top of the ashtray, and a trance-like expression, as if he was immersed in a memory.

Sensing the look, Stanley glanced at George, the smile on his lips raised, and he gently raised his beer in motion, then took a big sip and shook his head gently again.

Enjoy, just enjoy, enjoy the beauty of the moment. That's enough.

Turning his head, George looked at the man on the stage again, dressed in a down-and-out outfit, but with a charm that people fell into. In the sixties, it was so, there was always no shortage of admirers for talented men, even the tramps who lived in the garbage heaps, it was a crazy time.

Levine, Levine-Davis.

This is a talented guy, but not suitable for commercial promotion, because he is like a stone in a pit, smelly and hard, clinging to outdated folk ideals and artistic insistence, talent is indeed talent, but it is destined not to be turned into money numbers, and no one will want to listen to his songs on the radio.

"Hang me, oh, hang me", God, if he heard such a song on the radio, he himself would have hanged himself willingly. It's hard to imagine how tricky and difficult the audience's complaint calls will be, and he doesn't want to get such troubles all over his hands, but...... It's a real treat to listen to and have fun in the bar.

"Huh. George chuckled, then put his finger in his mouth, whistled and coaxed.

Sixties or modernity? Gaslight bars or pioneer villages? Levine or Blue Lane?

Does this matter?

Obviously, it doesn't matter, all boundaries are completely broken, everything is real, everything is illusory, just want to immerse yourself in the melody just now, embrace freedom, wander the world, chase dreams, bloom life, when freedom and dreams disappear, then the hanging will no longer be terrible.

The whole audience, boiling.

The applause, whistles, and cheers were so incessant that you could even hear someone shouting, "Encore, Encore." ”

The excessively lively scene suddenly broke the barriers of reality, and then I saw a person on the side stage, with a kiwi appearance with short hair and a beard, with a helpless smile on his face, hugged Levien, who didn't have time to leave on the stage, and then picked up the microphone in front of him, and said loudly, "Quiet, guys, quiet." ”

But the applause at the scene showed no sign of subsiding at all, but became more and more lively.

The kiwi shook his head again and again, crying and laughing, "We are filming, everyone, this is a movie, not reality." Ethan Cohen's face was full of helplessness, he felt as if he had dug a hole and buried himself, which was really indescribable.

The scene just now, perfect, really perfect.

Lan Li's singing and acting skills are natural, there are no flaws, the whole performance is smooth and in one go, and the interpretation of the song "Hang Me, Oh, Hang Me" is intoxicating, and it is truly completely integrated with Levine-Davis, and there is no trace of the performance at all, but the story has been told quietly and quietly.

Just for the first scene, Ethan and Joel wanted a standing ovation.

This is even better than the original video of singing "Cleopatra", the arrogance, the uninhibited, the vicissitudes, the bitterness, the seemingly contradictory but harmonious slowly flowing in the melody, a debut, the character shaping has been completed, such Levien, leaping on the paper.

Before, the Coen brothers were still a little worried. It's not that I'm worried about Lan Li's ability, but I'm worried about Lan Li's state, firstly, they have just finished the heavy filming work of "Gravity", and secondly, the preparation time for "Drunken Country Folk Song" is still not sufficient, but it turns out that they are too worried.

Lan Li's performance is undoubtedly perfect, but this scene is not.

Because Lan Li's interpretation and interpretation are so good, a simple song has already told countless vicissitudes, and the audience in front of them has blurred the line between reality and drama, so much so that they have forgotten the fact that a movie is being made.

At first, they were expecting Lan Li to give a top performance, but now, they are in trouble because of Lan Li's excellent performance. This, this feeling is really a bit weird, it can't be described in words, and Joel, who was standing in the audience, was already dumbfounded, clapping his hands and laughing ridiculously.

In desperation, Ethan could only go out in person, "Gentlemen, ladies, I know that Lan Li's performance is very exciting, in fact, it is beyond imagination. I kind of regret it now, if Levien was so good, he shouldn't have been buried. ”

"No, there were so many talented singers in those days. Lan Li's voice came from the side, reminded him, and then shrugged his shoulders, "But I also agree, I deserve the opportunity to promote it on the radio." The first half of the sentence is Lan Li, and the second half of the sentence is Levine, and the whole tone and tone of the change actually do not have the slightest sense of disobedience.

That kind of highly unified effect made Ethan can't help but look sideways and look at Lan Li twice.

Today is only the first day of official filming, Ethan has not been able to fully adapt to the rhythm of Lan Li's performance, and he can faintly detect the abnormality, but he can't say why; in a trance, he seems to have glimpsed Levine, but he seems to have only seen the other side of Lan Li.

At some point, Ethan even began to wonder if this was a performance, or was Lan Li just doing himself? If so, wasn't it a foul? It was a direct equivalent to not performing? Is this a good thing or a bad thing? So, what is the difference between Lan Li and Levine?

To be honest, Ethan was not 100% familiar with Lan Li, nor was he 100% familiar with Levine, so he was in a dilemma.