The 67th Tony Awards officially came to an end.

There was no situation of sweeping the army and a single family that night. "Boots Demon" and "Les Miserables" each won five trophies and tied for the biggest winner of this year.

Among them, "The Demon in Boots" won five awards including the best musical, the best arranger, and the best songwriting; the "Les Miserables" won the best rehearsal musical, the best actor in a musical, Five awards including the best musical screenplay.

But the best musical director was acquired by Diane-Paulus (Diane-Paulus), the director of "Piping True Story", and there was a small upset, which also proves the fact that it has emerged in the past year. The excellent works produced are indeed countless, and the quality of the several musicals is really equal.

Otherwise, how could the Tony Award suddenly start to divide the cake?

However, overall, the quality of the awards of Les Misérables is better. Three of the awards are the highlight, which once again proves the popularity of this show on Broadway.

Having said that, when the awards ceremony is over, whether it is the guests or the media, whether it is the people who eat melons or loyal fans, all the focus is on Lan Li alone, as if...just like a zoo The only white whale in it is like that, although this description is not appropriate, it is the case. Everyone came to watch in hustle and bustle.

"Lan Li! Congratulations!" Hidden in his eyes is a picky look. The original history-making Lan Li-Hall is just an ordinary young man, with two eyes, a nose and a mouth, nothing special. Place.

"God, Lan Li, oh, I really like the work'Les Miserables' too much!" A look was revealed in the depths of my eyes, trying to find any clues in Lan Li's expression, turning around. Of talks.

"Unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable! But you deserve it." The words contained perfunctory and coping, and immediately began to spy on Lanly's next plan and his huge connections on Broadway and Hollywood. The outside implied that this was another public relations victory.

"How? How do you feel? I can't help but tremble as I sit and watch." The tentative words and eyes seemed to treat Lan Li as a guinea pig, ready to study the true thoughts of the "first man in history" And mood.

"God, you did it, you really did it! Congratulations!" After excitement and cheers, he began to take the initiative to establish friendship and enthusiastically send out party invitations, just as if a foreign friend had sent a giant panda invitation to Chengdu.

"Lan Li, can I take a photo with you?" Without waiting for Lan Li's consent, he raised his camera to take a photo, and then posted it on the photo wall, showing off the glory and honor of this moment to the world. Witnessed history at the scene.

The coldness and estrangement in the noise are isolating Lan Li bit by bit. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, it doesn’t matter; what’s important is that the current Lanli seems to have become different from the others.

Lan Li doesn’t care that everyone who approaches has a purpose, because this is the operating rules of Vanity Fair; what Lan Li cares about is that everyone who approaches is hidden behind the mask, and he can’t see anything anymore. The look in the eyes, the excitement and excitement about dreams, performance, and art seems to be slowly disappearing, leaving only a bright light.

In a trance, everything slowly became familiar, like an Oscar night in Hollywood, like an upper-class party in London, like a deja vu from Vanity Fair.

He thought that this is Broadway, the unique Broadway, after all, it is still different. In fact, before the awards are announced tonight, this place is indeed unique; but the award of a Tony award has changed too much. He started to miss Broadway before tonight.

The heights are very cold.

At this moment, this sentence is so clear and so ironic.

In the sight and light, even Lan Li himself had an illusion, maybe he was really different. He is no longer the crazy blue gift for performances, but a waver of the times that opened up a whole new world. His every move can change the direction of the entire industry, and things are no longer pure and simple.

Lan Li knew that his thoughts were too absurd and redundant. Put down the burden and enjoy the fun and joy of tonight, just like every night after winning the prize. This is enough to make alcohol tonight. The protagonist, freely release, this is the right choice.

But Lan Li couldn't help but think of Rooney.

Rooney, who fled to Seattle after the Oscars, was sitting on a street bench in a grand evening gown, and Rooney, who went to Los Angeles and returned to New York to dream of going to Los Angeles... He is only now truly To understand that feeling, it is almost suffocating and depressing.

Lan Li left the party scene in the Radio City Music Hall. Everyone was celebrating and ecstatic, but no one noticed that Lan Li, the host, had left.

This is the truest face of Vanity Fair.

Standing on the side of the street, Lan Li looked left and right, holding the phone in his palm, but he did not notify Nathan the first time. Instead, he quietly felt the late-night cold wind blowing by, carrying the Hudson River. The water vapor still reveals a biting coolness in the late night of June.

Touched his pocket, trying to find a cigarette.

But he failed. There was no place to put cigarettes in the pocket of the evening dress. Even the mobile phone was carefully placed in the inner pocket of the jacket to avoid destroying the complete line of the clothes. At this moment, he can really use a cigarette, not because of a certain emotion, but because he cannot describe his emotions in accurate language.

Looking down at the Tony Award trophy in his hand, if a pedestrian or a tramp passes by at this time, then he is willing to exchange the trophy for a pack of cigarettes.

It is a pity that the whole street is clean and cold, and no one can be seen.

Turning on the phone, after hesitating for a moment, Lan Li dialed Rooney's number.

The waiting voice rang for a while before Rooney's voice came from the other end. She could vaguely catch her panting voice, as if she rushed over to answer the phone, "...Hey, Lan Li? Me? I thought you were at a celebration banquet now, why did you have time to call me? By the way, congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! This is definitely an unexpected surprise."

The words were slightly reversed, but Lan Li didn't think much about it. Following Rooney's cheerful voice, the smile on the corners of his mouth couldn't help but he felt a little relaxed. "Remember the Oscars ceremony last year?"

Rooney was slightly stunned, and then she remembered, and her smile paused for a while, "Do you want to run away now?"

"No, I won't run away, they are not terrible enough to make me run away. Don't forget, I've experienced a lot of battles." Lan Li teased in a relaxed tone, "But...I can use it now. A friend. Where are you now? How about, do you have time to come out for a bottle of beer?"

"...Sorry, I'm in Boston now. I made a special trip here to meet with the producer and director for a film project." Rooney sighed regretfully, "But, if you don't mind, we can enjoy the same A night sky, and then enjoy a leisurely time with a bottle of beer."

"Ha, wait until you come back." Lan Li joked with a chuckle, "What I need is a real human being, not inflated/gas/baby/baby."

"God, do you compare me to an inflator/inflation/baby?" Rooney exclaimed.

Lan Li didn't care, "You should have a chat with Ryan, and he will tell you that in fact inflatable/inflation/baby is also alive, and what you said just offended many people."

"Inflation/Inflation/Doll Love", a work starring Ryan Gosling, which is also a work that Lan Li personally likes very much.

"Huh?" Rooney let out a helpless sigh, seeming to be complaining bitterly.

Lan Li could even imagine that on the other end of the call, Rooney bit her lower lip and rolled her eyes, showing a smile, changing the subject, and ending the conversation, "I hope everything goes well for the film project."

"Congratulations again for winning the EGOT, I can't be sure what it feels like, but what is certain is that it is absolutely extraordinary." Rooney also returned to normal, said with a smile.

The two didn't say much, and then hung up the phone.

The smile stopped at the corner of his mouth, curling away like smoke. Similarly, Rooney’s congratulations are the same as those from Radio City Music Hall behind him. The sense of alienation is becoming more and more obvious. He originally thought ~lightnovelpub.net~ Rooney could feel the same way, but after all Still disappointed.

But... what can he say?

Rooney’s congratulations are just normal people’s reactions. Is it true that on the night of the awards, do you have to express your grievances for the winners? This is really weird, right? Perhaps, his current thinking is that there is no need to worry about the world, it is all the cranky thinking immersed in his own world, there is no need for the cranky thinking to exist.

Maybe.

Looking down at the phone, the number of text messages has accumulated to more than 50. This is Lan Li’s personal phone. There are not many contacts in the address book. As for the external phone, it should be left with Nathan. More lively.

Lan Li never confirms the short message at the first time, let alone reply to the short message at the first time. It is often after waiting for the number of short messages to accumulate to a certain level. Instead, Matthew can't stand it and starts processing it in time; but today, Lan Li hesitates After a while, I clicked and opened the inbox early and started to confirm the text message. Desperately sent to the ground.

After a brief glance, the familiar names in the impression all sent congratulatory texts for the first time, even Arthur and Andre were no exceptions. Obviously, even outsiders can’t help but pay attention. From a certain angle Said, it also proved the vigor of this news event.

Lan Li did not reply.

When he was about to log out of the inbox again, Lan Li saw the text message sent by Matthew.

"are you fine?"

Looking at the text message quietly, after hesitating for a moment, Lan Li replied to a text message. Just after turning off the phone screen, Matthew’s reply arrived. Lan Li looked at the phone screen in his hand earnestly, his nose slightly sour. But the smile at the corner of his mouth could not help but rose slightly.

He is not alone after all.

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