The huddles of drinking and laughter slowly surged in the rich night, less joy and noise, more laziness and comfort. After three rounds of wine, the welcome party became free and friendly. Carefully put down the restraint and restraints, and chatted happily.

This is the intention of the welcome party. Next, the entire crew will need to work together for a long time. Even if they cannot become friends, they should at least establish a harmonious and harmonious cooperative relationship. Otherwise, the shooting of the movie will become a torture, and that is still a small matter. It is a big matter to mess up the movie directly.

Nina Parker's cheeks were slightly red and hot. She drank a little too much tonight and only began to regret it. She really shouldn't have drunk the third glass of red wine. If she only had two glasses of red wine, she could still remain sober, but now she vaguely felt her head starts to get heavy and her steps began to float.

This immediately sounded the alarm. She didn't want to make a fool of herself at the party. She did not forget that she and her team were still on the crew's list of high attention. They were still classified as "Thomas Turpei". If you don't pay any attention, you might lose your job.

In the past two months, the entire crew seems to have forgotten it, and no one even mentioned it. Just as the roses and RV incidents never happened, just like the internal struggle between Thomas Tour and Renly had never happened. The harmonious team cooperation atmosphere made people completely forget the large-scale change of staff before the official filming started, but Nina did not forget it.

She couldn't forget either.

Because all those things were handled by her personally, and even the negative remarks about Renli were spread first from her team. Nina stood at the forefront and experienced them personally at the first time. For others, it might be just a rumor; but for her, it was an experience of being trembling on thin ice, and even for a long time, she did not dare to face Renli head-on.

Until now, Nina kept reminding herself: Lan Li is not a fool, on the contrary, Lan Li is very, very smart, and can even be said to be so smart that it is terrifying. A minion like her cannot and does not want to offend Lan Li, otherwise the outcome of the matter would not be so beautiful.

Nina is not interested in dispatching teams. She leads a small team. She just wants to complete the work diligently. Whether it is Renli or Tour, she doesn't want to get in touch with her, and she doesn't want to soar into the sky. Her dream is very, very small, and just having a little of her own life is enough. Therefore, she doesn't need to climb up and phoenixes, nor does she need to work hard to get upstream. As for the current situation, she is already very satisfied.

The filming in Hawaii was over, and Nina's team also came to Louisiana with the crew, and will continue to complete the work in New Orleans next.

Although Lan Li and the entire crew have been very successful and interesting over the past period, there have been many pranks about Lan Li. The crew members like Lan Li very much. But Nina is an exception. She doesn't have any opinions on Lan Li herself, but she just doesn't want to get into trouble. If this is considered prejudice, then it's better to think that she has prejudice, because she is really afraid.

Now Nina's only hope is to avoid Lanley, avoid conflicts, complete the shooting of the New Orleans part safely, end all the work of "Jurassic World", and then escape unscathed; it is best not to meet Lanley again in the future, and not even cooperate with her at work.

Can't afford to offend, can't you still hide?

Looking around, Nina was always alert to Lan Li's figure, but because of alcohol on her mind, her attention was severely declining, and she could not find her in the bustling crowd. She only saw a spot of lights with red and green light, as if the whole world was blurred, leaving only a gorgeous halo.

She needs to sober up.

Nina carefully concealed her own movements, nodded with others with a smile, pretending that she was on the way to find "someone" to chat, and quietly left the party scene and came to the balcony outside the hotel room. The refreshing air came to her face and her head became a little clear.

The night in New Orleans is naturally not comparable to New York, but compared to the quiet and peaceful Honolulu, the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the city have become real. The colorful lights reflect the stars in the sky, and the hazy halo depicts the night in a blur and misty way. Even if you are on the high-rise of the hotel, you cannot capture the noise downstairs, and you can still outline the unique scenery of the city. The lights represent a party, a family, or a job... The night is deep, and the city is still not sleeping.

Standing next to the balcony, Nina's slightly hot cheeks cooled a little, and the sound of the wind brought a low singing and low singing. She took it for granted that it was the music coming from the party scene, and turned around and looked towards the hall. Then she realized that the dance music behind her was vaguely left at the party scene, and the erratic melody in her ears was a hint of sadness and loneliness. These were obviously two different things.

"Um...um...um..."

The low humming has no lyrics, but it can find a trace of softness in simple musical notes.

"...I still remember sitting in the back of the taxi and losing control, and then renovating it in the sixth floor apartment you once owned; between the subway station and the station, your head leaned on my shoulder and was sleeping; we recorded those moments with photos, hung up, and once thought that it was eternity, time was always frozen.

Until that night in Brooklyn.”

The vague singing pulled Nina's ears and slowly tried to approach. The melody that was swaying in the wind seemed to dissipate at any time fell into my heart. There was no crying or crying or heartbreaking, only a faint loss, but Nina couldn't help feeling sad.

Those fragmented memories awaken the fragility deep in the heart, and then cruelly tore it apart bit by bit, the chicness and relief hidden in the singing revealed the reluctance and loneliness of reluctance, just like the smell of cigarettes wrapped around your fingertips. Even if you use soap, you cannot wash it off and even if you use perfume, and it remains like that, reminding the wounds deep in your heart that are still not healed now.

"We say things we shouldn't say, and the bridge of communication between us is burned like a piece of wood; now I will never go to Brooklyn again, as if nothing had happened, we just fell and broke into pieces, and now we will never talk, now... we will never talk again."

Nina couldn't help but open her mouth slightly, trying to say something, but found that she couldn't make any sound, not sadness, pain, or bitterness, just... helplessness and sigh.

"Never talk again", just like "Never go to Brooklyn again", the bridges between each other were burned out, and then they could never go back. How resolute, decisive, and cruel, cut off the origin between Brooklyn and Manhattan and completely exiled into an isolated island.

Just a saying "I will never talk again", but it expresses the deep disheartening feeling in my heart.

"Since Brooklyn." The man with a faint hoarse voice said two words in a low voice, "sine-brooklyn". Without the rendering of the melody, the emotions hidden in the voice slowly spread out, bursting out an indescribable mist. Large pieces of gray came with the strong wind of the night, swallowing Nina in an instant, widening her eyes, and then her stomach began to surge.

She didn't know if it was alcohol, or her emotions were turbulent, or whether it was both.

He quietly took a step and walked around the flower stand on the balcony. Then Nina saw the figure of a man hidden in the night. The shallow light and shadow outlined the outline of the face. The always sparse eyebrows were dyed with a deep layer of fatigue. The rich night was madly and wantonly devouring and eroding his soul, as if it could be moved away at any time, and it dissipated like a wisp of blue smoke.

It's Renly Hall.

Nina was shocked, it was Lanli! How could it be Lanli? And it was Lanli who she had never seen or understood.

"Sit in the park until night falls, we quietly tell each other's secrets; put soft cushions on the roof, we carefully depict the halo of Saturn. You wear my coat like a uniform, raise your collar and roll up your sleeves; between the blocks, we are in love with each other, we join hands to swore never to separate, we will never separate.

Until that night in Brooklyn.”

The vicissitudes of voice were still humming, and the loneliness and loneliness hidden in it slowly spread in the night, firmly grasping Nina's ankle, making her unable to move, unable to move forward or escape, just like a fool, frozen in place.

This is not Renley.

Or, what does the real Renli look like? The gentleman and polite man in the media? The thunderous man in the crew? The focused man in the performance? The man in the party? Or... the man in the night?

She doesn't understand, she really doesn't understand. Every time she thinks she has seen Lan Li's true face, she can always discover other truths again, just like a vast ocean, vast and ethereal. She is just a tiny ant and will never understand his reality.

Or, can anyone understand?

"Ha, it seems that I have an audience here. If you don't mind, I'll say hello first and let's continue... No, no, I think it should be fine..." Lan Li's singing was interrupted and she chuckled softly. In an instant, Nina transformed into an ice sculpture from head to toe.

It's over!

Note: Brooklyn (ik-droney)
Chapter completed!