"Levine?"

Jane's question was not answered, but Levien fell into her own thoughts, and the room fell silent for a while, which made Jane even angrier, and even in the middle of the conversation, Levien would wander, as always a bastard, Jane shouted again in annoyance.

Levien came back to his senses, the blankness in his eyes still did not dissipate, Jane spread her hands, her face full of incredulity, and then asked with her eyes.

Levien reacted at this time, and suddenly closed his jaw slightly, but then his brain came back to his senses, and then he realized that the words they were talking about just now became "no, it's okay".

Subconsciously raised his hand and waved, but then a deep tiredness hit his heart, and he shook his head helplessly and embarrassedly, and even the power of his words almost disappeared, leaving only a soft sigh on his lips. The drooping curtains of the eyes obscured the fleeting bitterness, and then he regained his composure again, only deep exhaustion.

Jane looked at Levien quietly, the heaviness and laziness of fatigue were reflected in the depths of her pupils, she was slightly puzzled, and a little worried, but after all, she still covered it all up, and she was not alarmed again, she was not curious, nor probing, and changed the topic stiffly, "Papi is willing to let you perform on stage tomorrow and earn a few dollars." ”

The plain words did not fluctuate, like a pool of stagnant water, but the eyes that inadvertently fell on Levien again revealed the true emotions in her heart, and even she herself did not notice it, gently, so gently searched for the fluctuations in the expression between the eyebrows. Luckily, Levien lowered his eyes and didn't notice her gaze.

Levien shook his head slightly, shrugged his shoulders slightly, but the movement was so slight that he was almost invisible, but he still couldn't control the faint throbbing pain and tiredness coming from his head, he raised his right hand and pressed his temples with his fingertips, trying to relieve some of the pain, but his eyebrows frowned slightly, and his head cracked.

"No, he won't. Jane's words, he heard, Levien exhaled softly, with a hint of boredom and repulsion, and then the words suddenly stopped, as if his brain was stuck, put his right hand down, made an open gesture, put it in the air, stunned for a moment, and then found his voice, "I performed there less than a month ago." ”

The brain was too sluggish, like a rusty gear.

"He will. Jane raised her voice and said loudly, "I asked him." ”

"Wow. Levien raised his eyes and met Jane's gaze, the gaze full of rejection and disgust seemed to gradually calm down, but it was unwavering, and there was no trace of emotion and fluctuation, the kind of disheartened alienation and indifference, slightly touched Levion's heart, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Thank you...... Thank you. You're really so kind to do that. Levien withdrew his gaze, avoided Jane's gaze again, and closed his eyes heavily.

All the crankiness, all the details, all the side details, all the cuffs, he was tired of everything, tired of everything, tired of thinking, tired of guessing, tired of pretending, tired of persistence, tired of temptation, tired of even cynicism, he just wanted to ...... I want to have a good rest.

His talent and dreams, his music and persistence, were worthless in the eyes of the people, just the innocent moaning/moaning of a down-and-out bastard, humming and complaining in the middle of the bar, worthless and meaningless, not even entertaining, his art and creations, in the gloom of Greenwich Village, forever quietly in a corner.

Even his father, who once loved music, seems to have given up—

When he went to visit his father in the sanatorium, played his father's favorite ballad, but his father was unaware and unable to comprehend, and then, sitting peacefully in the rocking chair, it seemed that even the most basic human shame had completely disappeared.

In the face of survival, those melodies and lyrics no longer have meaning, let alone the life experience hidden behind them.

So, does it still make sense to persevere?

He remembered Mickey.

What's even more ridiculous is that he can't even seem to leave and give up now.

He tried to become a crew member, to get back on the normal track of life, like countless ordinary people in society, to find a simple job, to live in peace and order, to put away all those unrealistic ideas, and at least to say goodbye to the life of sleeping and wandering around Greenwich Village.

But the crew card has been discarded by my sister. He had to go back to the Union Building to reapply all the materials.

Dragging his luggage, he headed to Chicago, back to Greenwich Village, to the crew center, to the nursing home, back to his sister's house...... Along the way, he couldn't hold on any longer, he needed to put his luggage down, so he made his way to Jim and Jane's apartment before heading to the Union Building.

His thoughts turned around, and that deep feeling of powerlessness hit his heart again, dazed, bitter, he still closed his eyes, and exhaled softly, the throbbing pain in his mind seemed to be becoming more and more obvious, "But ......"

The turning words swirled on the tip of his tongue, and then he opened his eyes and looked at it calmly, the heavy tiredness dragged in the depths of his eyes little by little, as if he was pulling his eyebrows and slowly falling, and finally said calmly, "I'm quitting." After speaking calmly, there is no imaginary relief, no imaginary hardship and pain, just ...... Calm.

"I'm done. Levine said. Looking at Jane with a flat gaze, there was no excess emotion in his eyes, "I'm going to go back to the merchant ship." ”

"What? that's it?" Without any gaps, Jane seemed to be unexpectedly frightened, and the reflexive words came out directly, but after thinking about it, she suspected that Levien was just talking, like a child losing his temper, "Tomorrow's performance may be good for you." ”

Levien was still in a mood swing, but his eyebrows were raised invisibly, which made Jane a little angry, and he couldn't help but look at the sky, but he was unmoved, "Perform four hundred times in a gaslight bar? Just for that little tip?"

The mocking tone made Jane laugh dumbly, and the corners of her mouth tugged upward, "Actually, that little tip has to be shared with the others." ”

Levien laughed straight out loud, "Hey. Ridiculous and helpless, he lowered his head, paused, and then shook his head lightly, and laughed silently.

That's his situation. His dreams and art are worth only a tip basket, which is shared with other performers and divided equally among everyone. Thinking about my own situation, thinking about Mickey's situation, and thinking about my own persistence, everything becomes ridiculous, and the more I think about it, the more incredible it becomes.

"There are other performers out there. Jane added that she could capture Levine's exhaustion and helplessness, and that thick mockery was surging, and she seemed to finally realize that Levien was still different today, which softened Jane's tone a little, "However, the people from Time Magazine will show up." ”

"Oh!''Time!'" The long tail was filled with thick mockery and ridicule, and burst out sharply and fruitfully, and ridiculed fiercely, and the cynical bitterness showed its edge again, and the pride and loftiness in the bones were vividly displayed at this moment.

This is the familiar Levine.

Jane pursed the corners of her mouth and looked at Levien with a smile, her translucent eyes flashing with a playful light, and the shallow smile was like a spring flowing into a lake, mixed with the purity and gentleness of the moonlight.

Under the gaze of these eyes, Levien was a little embarrassed, and a vague smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I'm sorry." But the smile soon disappeared from the corner of his mouth like smoke, and after a moment of stunned, he put on a serious posture, unconsciously closed his chin, looked at Jane intently, and said sincerely, "Sorry, thank you for your kindness." ”

Then Jane saw in those eyes a deep weariness, not despair, but discouragement.

Despair is the tragedy that comes when hope is dashed, but discouragement means that hope never exists. The calm and numbness of the disheartened heart are so sharp, and so violent, the indifference and calmness without concern, the silent roar, but the surging of emotions can be clearly felt in the depths of the soul.

For the first time, Jane realized that Levine, who had once been arrogant, invincible, and arrogant, was disappearing little by little, covered in bruises, blood, and full of vicissitudes. No joke.

Levien's voice was gentle, faintly hoarse like a wave of wheat in the breeze, but not the joy of a good harvest, but the loneliness of barrenness, "but nothing will come of it." He said.

Levien looked at Jane quietly and tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't pull out a smile after all, he just pursed it meaninglessly, "I'm tired." ”

That simple sentence weighed heavily on Jane's heart. The Levian-Davies, whom she had once fallen into, mad for, and longed for, could no longer hold on, and was reduced to an ordinary mortal, and after all the brilliance of his talent had dissipated, he was no longer even handsome or handsome, and looked like an ordinary sailor, passing by, turning and forgetting.

That soul that was once bright and moving is now devastated.

It was only then that Jane truly realized that she had loved him.

He opened his mouth slightly, and the words were stuck in his throat, more ridiculous and unwilling than sad, how could he give up? How could he surrender? How could he compromise?

Shouldn't he continue to persevere, and then unscrupulously and unscrupulously mock every materialist around him, continue to move forward wantonly and flamboyantly, and continue to be an unlikable and unoblivious bastard in the midst of provocative and disdainful gazes.

How could he give up!

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