New York in January and Chicago in February, with ice and snow, biting and biting, dark and dark. The boundless winter, looking around, it is so long and so desolate that it seems that it will never be able to get out of it. It is just trapped in the endless gray, and even sighing lightly is so sad and melancholy.

But such an environment is perfect for "Drunk Country Songs". Even the mist and coldness lingering in the air are so perfect. The entire crew followed Levien Davis' footsteps and wandered in the streets and alleys of Greenwich Village. One day, they dragged a guitar box and took a free bike to Chicago. Then they returned in a dusty manner.

The shooting progress was extremely smooth. Most of the shooting had been completed in just three weeks, and it entered the ending stage.

Back again, Greenwich Village is still the Greenwich Village. The gray streets, gray sky, gray crowds, and large areas of gray have made time meaningless, as if they have been away for a long time, but it seems that they have never left.

Standing at the door of Jim and Jane's apartment, he rang the doorbell, no longer felt ashamed, guilty, or even morality, only a calm calmness and fatigue on his face, and Jane's voice came from the walkie-talkie, "Hello?"

"This is Levien. Don't hang up. I didn't plan to stay. I just needed a place to put down my stuff, please. I really didn't have the energy to drag it around."

Without a stop or a short time, he poured all his words out in one go. Because of the last conversation, Levien and Jane parted in dissatisfaction. Jane was completely out of nowhere and cursed, and smoked, and seemed to never want to see him again. But he needed to put things down, and they were so heavy that they were almost crushing him.

The lower eyes revealed deep fatigue, which could not be removed, as if the whole person had melted into the gray and gloom of New York. The thick stubble was a little messy, and it could vaguely capture the chaos and embarrassment that could not have a good rest last night. The scarf hanging loosely on his neck was stained with coffee stains, but it was too late to take care of it.

"Please?" Levien gently raised the tail sound, but before he could rise, he fell heavily, short and straightforward, without leaving any tail sound, and then he lowered his eyes again, and there was a dark and silent under his eyes, and there was no trace of light.

Silence, still silent, Jane didn't say anything. But at the end of the silence, the door to the apartment was still open.

Levien closed his eyes, let out a breath invisibly, and pushed open the door of the apartment.

The thin and burly figure slowly moved forward in the long and narrow corridor, and his steps were trying to lift, but the heavy feeling of falling made the whole person look extremely heavy. His straight backbone and firm shoulders have never been bent. The aloofness and pride in his bones still seem to have never disappeared, but the straight shoulder lines reveal a hint of loneliness and vicissitudes, and the vitality has calmed down bit by bit.

He carried a dirty leather travel bag on his left shoulder and a weathered guitar box in his right hand.

This is all the luggage. But it almost crushed his shoulders and seemed to be unable to bear it anymore.

The footsteps stopped in front of the cobalt blue apartment door, "knocking", knocking on the door panel, and the dull sound echoed in the corridor. Levien stood up invisibly, as if the weight of his right hand was slowly dragging his body.

The door of the apartment opened, and Jian, with a cold face, appeared in his sight.

She lowered her eyes, as if she didn't want to see Levien at all, and she didn't even want to contact her eyes, but her eyes looked at her gently and captured the dusty figure. It seemed to be no different from before, but it seemed a little different. She couldn't say it, which made her look away, slightly turned her head, and then moved out of the passage.

Levien did not speak or look up, and walked into the room silently, dragging his slow steps toward the corner, a hint of relief appeared between his eyebrows, and he couldn't wait to put the guitar box in his hand in the corner, but his urgent action became gentle when the guitar box was about to land, and carefully placed the guitar box and travel bag in the corner next to the radiator.

Close the apartment door and turned around, Jane noticed Levien's back. Her eyebrows couldn't help but frown. The strange feeling hit her heart again, but she didn't notice Levien's movements, but just fell on her back.

After hesitating for a moment, she raised her chin and acted as if she was keeping people away from each other, because she knew that Levien was like a chewing gum and could not be shaken off no matter how she shook it. She had to make a firm gesture, otherwise, this guy would be more and more aggressive, and it was like this every time, and there was never an exception.

"Where are you going to stay?" Jane's voice was soft but distant, and she expressed her position as soon as she opened her mouth: it was just to place her luggage, and it was absolutely impossible to stay here tonight.

"I don't know." Levien's answer was indeed Levien's style, but he did not notice the change in Jane's tone, because he was really too tired and had no strength to speak, so he did not have the energy to explore the deep meaning behind those words; even if he heard it, he didn't want to care.

"It only takes two nights." Levien said, finally sure that his guitar box would not be kicked or hit, and placed it outside to block the space. He stood up straight, looked at the guitar box and the guitar bag, and then shook his head. He didn't know why he cared about the placement of the guitar box so much, like a fool.

Then Levien scratched his messy hair randomly and breathed a sigh of relief, "In five blocks, you can definitely find someone who has not been annoyed by me." His face was calm and calm, and it seemed normal to complain and self-deprecating. He just explained a simple fact. After saying that, the corners of his mouth gently raised and pulled it, but after all, he was still not joking and calmed down.

He has self-knowledge.

Jane lowered her eyelids, avoided Levien's gaze, and ignored his self-pity. This trick no longer worked for her.

Levien stood there, exchanged steps in a crooked manner, tilted his head slightly to hide his anxiety, and his voice remained steady, "How do you feel?"

Jane glanced at Levien and replied calmly, "Very good." But then she noticed the hesitation and hesitation in Levien's eyes, and seemed a little nervous and nervous. This was not the Levien she was familiar with. The first thought in her mind was that Levien had caused trouble again?

But, this is not unusual.

Jian raised his eyebrows gently, "What's wrong?" The cold voice remained alienated, made a defensive posture, and refused to give any help.

Levien seemed to be stuck, staring at Jane's eyes quietly. He could feel the alienation and coldness, and even a high arrogance. He lowered his eyes and pursed his lips awkwardly. His eyes carefully fell on Jane's lower abdomen, slowing down his voice, "So that thing is going well?"

Jane noticed Levien's gaze and rolled her eyes in an instant. She even raised her head and looked up at the sky. It seemed that she didn't know where to start with the complaint. Anger mixed with helplessness came, gritting her teeth and pausing, "Saturday is the time for surgery."

"Jesus Christ!" Jane's voice rose, her irrepressible anger, but she couldn't tell whether it was because she was irritated by Levien's stupidity and ignorance, or because she actually believed that Levien would remember the time of the surgery. "Levien, you, he/mom, can't even remember it!"

But, that's Levien.

Jane walked to the sofa angrily, hugged her knees, sat curled up in the corner of the sofa, and put on a defensive posture.

Levien's facial features wrinkled, made a look of annoyance, and then rubbed his temples that were painful. He also felt extremely absurd, and he shook his head gently, his face full of disappointment with himself, "Yes, man, I'm sorry, I... I went out, uh, it feels like a long time has passed. But it's just a few days."

Levien turned around and looked at Jane, just staring quietly, then lowered his eyes in regret, avoiding Jane's cold gaze, hesitated for a moment, sat down directly opposite Jane, and recalled blankly: How many days has he been to Chicago?

From taking a taxi to Chicago, stopping in Chicago, then taking a taxi back to New York, then going to the shipping company to find a job, register, and then returning to my sister's house to find her crew certificate, but found that my sister had thrown away all her documents and materials, so the crew certificate was naturally no longer there.

After a long walk, it seemed like a different life.

But in fact, in just a few days, the world has become completely different, or the world is still the same, and time has remained in place forever and lost its meaning. This feeling is really hard to describe, and I feel dazed in an instant.

Then he realized that Jane was still in front of him.

Levien gently closed his jaw and said, "Well...well...I'm sorry." He kept repeating, and repeated again, so that the word "sorry" seemed to have lost its meaning.

"Where have you been?" Jane blinked and asked pickyly.

"...Chicago." Levien's thoughts still did not recover, and he untired and lazily untied his scarf.

"Why?" Jane could feel Levien's fatigue bursting out from the depths of her soul. She didn't even realize it, and her tone slowed down slightly.

Levien's action of untiing his scarf stopped where he seemed to be in deep thought: Why? Why did he go to Chicago at the beginning? Looking back now, everything became blurred, and his mind was blank.
Chapter completed!