Big play bone

Jane is quietly watching Le Wene, the heavy and lazy reflection of the burnout, she is slightly doubtful, and there is a little worried, but after all, she is still full, and she is not surprised, she is not curious. I don't explore the topic, "Papi is willing to make you show in the show, earn a few dollars."

The faithful words did not fluctuate, like a pool of water, but there was another life in Le Wein, but he did not notice herself, gently, so softly. The lookout between the sidebrows. Fortunately, Le Wene has a deep eye and did not pay attention to her line of sight.

Le Wein shook his head and shook his head and shook his shoulders, but the action was too slight, but it was almost invisible, but it was still unable to control the faint pain and tired of his head. He lifted his right hand. , Use the pointer to the temple, trying to alleviate some pain, eyebrows are light, headache wants to crack.

"No, he won't." Jane Word, he heard that Le Wein shouted his breath, expressed his refutes with a trace of tiredness and rejection, and then suddenly stopped, it seems that the brain card shell is general The right hand put it down, make a slow gesture, put it in half of the air, I have a moment, "I found my voice," I didn't show it there. "

The rotation of the brain is too late, just like a rusty gear.

"He will." The sound raised his voice, saying loudly, "I worship him."

"Wow." Le Wene looked up his eyes, greeted the brief eyes, that is full of exclusion and disgusting sights, but it is not shocked, it can't be shocked, that kind of emotions and fluctuations, that kind The heart is cold and indifferent, touches the heart of Le Wene, and he has some wolf.

"Thank you ... Thank you. You do this is too kind." Le Wein recovered the line of sight, avoiding simplicity of Simplified God, then closed his eyes.

All cranky, all the meta-finals, all the late branches, all of which are broken, he is tired, tired of all all, tired of thinking, tired of guess, tired of disguise, tired, tired, tired of tired , Even tired of cynicity, he just wants ... I want to take a rest.

His talents and dreams, his music and persistence, in the eyes of people, just a dead bastard, no disease, and constantly complaining in the bar, no value, no value, even entertainment There is no effect, his art and creation, in the darkness of Greenwich, stay quietly in a corner.

Even his father, I used to love the father of music, it seems that I have already given up.

When he went to the nursing home to visit his father, playing his father's favorite folk songs, his father is already unreasonable, can't understand, then, big / small / casual / incontinence, sitting in the rocking chair in peacefully, seems to even have the most basic The shame is completely disappeared.

In front of survival, those melody and lyrics no longer have meaning, not to say that behind the life experience.

So, do you have any meaning?

He remembers Mickey.

It's more ridiculous that he doesn't seem to be unable to leave and give up.

He tried to become a crew, and returned to normal life orbit, just like countless ordinary people on society, find a simple job, Anan division, regulatory torque, and will be unrealistic ideas All gathers, at least bid farewell to the life of Greenwich, surpassing around.

But the crew has been discarded by his sister. He had to return to the trade union building to reissue all materials.

Drag and drop the baggage, go to Chicago, return to Greenwich Village, go to the crew center, go to the nursing housing, return to the sister's home ... All the way, he has no longer sticking, he needs to put these bags down, so Before going to the union building, he came to Jim and Jane Apartment.

The thoughts turned a circle, the deep weakness hit the heart again, if it was lost, it was difficult, he still closed his eyes, gently spit out a breath, the pain of the mind seems to be more and more obvious, "but……"

The discounted words are turned in the tongue, and then open their eyes, and the waves will not be shocked. The silence is dragging and dropping at the depths of the eyes. It seems that it is pulling the eyebrows slowly. Finally, I said calmly, "I don't do it." After calm, there is no imagination, and there is no difficult pain, just ... calm.

"I ended." Lewene said so. Looking flat, there is no extra emotion in the eyes, "I plan to go back to the merchant ship."

"What? Is this this?" There is no gap, it seems that it has been scared, the conditions reflected directly, but if you want to think, it is doubting that Levien just talks, it is like a small Children are gorgeous, "Tomorrow's performance may be beneficial to you."

Le Wene is still emotional, just the eyebrows and unachable ray, which makes it easy to be angry, not from hope, he is not moving, "In the gas lamp bar, the fortune is the fourth 100th? "There was no success since the past three hundred and ninety-nine times, why is it four hundred times different?

That mocking tone makes it easy to laugh, and the mouth is pulling up. "In fact, there is still some people with other points."

Le Weneo didn't laugh directly, "Hey." The ridiculous is extremely helpless, and it is low, and the head is low, and it is paused, and then shook his head and smiled silently.

This is his situation. His dreams and art, only worth a small feet, a tip basket shared with other performers, all of them. Think about your situation, think about Miki's situation, and think about your own persistence, all things have become absurd to laugh, the more I want to think about it.

"There is still other performers." Jane, she could capture the exhaustion and helplessness of Le Wene, and the strong ridicule is turning it. She seems to be aware that today's Levien is still different. This makes the simplicity of simplicity, "But the people of the 'Times Week will appear."

"Oh! 'The Times Week"! "The tail of the drag is full of strong ridicule and laughing, sharp and gentle, and slammed a bitter, the cynical bitterness reveals the front, the bones Pride and the high are showing this moment.

This is a familiar Le Wene.

Jane your mouth, smile, look at Le Wene, the translucent scorpion flashes, the light smile, like the spring water, which is in the lake, is mixed and gentle.

Under the eyes of this eyes, Le Wene has some wolf, and there is a smile that is like a smile. "Sorry." But the smile will soon disappear like a smoke, and after the moment of the moment, he Put a serious posture, unconsciously collapsed the collimation, concentrate on the way to simmer, sincerely, "Sorry, thank you for your kindness."

Then, in the eyes of the eyes, I saw a deep burnout, not desperate, but discouraged.

Desperate, it is hope that after it is, the discouraged, it is hope that I have never existed. The heart is cold and numb, it is so sharp, so violent, there is no more concerned and calm, silent, but let the soul can clearly feel the emotion of the emotions.

For the first time, simply recognize that Levin, who once is proud, can not be idling, arrogant, self-loss, is a little disappearing, full of bruises, bloody, full of vicissitudes. Not a joke.

The voice of Le Wene has never been gentle, and the faint hoarse is like the micro-breeze, but not the joy of harvest, but the desolate, "but there will be no results." He said.

Le Wene looked quietly, pulling the mouth, but finally did not pull a smile, just unrestled, "I am tired."

The simple sentence is more than a thousand, and it is heavy in the simple heart. Their she had dumped, forced crazy, for Zeng's Levane - Davis, finally insisted that it was an ordinary mortal; all the talents were dissipated, he did not even have more handsome no longer Handsome, look like an ordinary sailor, passing through, and forgetting.

That once looked and moving the soul, now it is full of embarrassment.

At this time, I really realized that she had loved him.

Talking about the mouth, the discourse is in the throat, which is more absurd and unwilling than the sadness. How can he give up? How can he surrendered? How can he compromise?

Don't he continue to stick to it, then he is unscrupulous, and there is no one to laugh at every materialist around him, and continue to move forward, in the packed and despised eyes, continue to make people can't like but let it The born born can't hate.

How can he give up! This bastard!

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