Chapter 29

It's too long for them to stay for a long time. They have no other recreational activities. The guitar James brings is the only choice. However, in the past few months, almost everyone has shown their hand, but lanli has always just watched and not participated in it. Lamy thought Langley couldn't play guitar at all.

Lanli shrugged. "It's just an occasional pastime."

Holding the guitar in his arms, lanli slightly adjusted his sitting posture, looking for a more comfortable posture, and then his right hand gently outlined on the strings, one string, one string, no special melody, he just liked the sound of different music.

Learning piano as a child, relying on the ear to identify different scales, intonation, this is a basic course. Those courses are not only boring, but also need talent. For children, they are really a kind of bondage, or even a kind of torture. The bright aristocratic life or gifted children on the surface have to pay more efforts than ordinary people can imagine; Fortunately, for Lan Li, a man of two generations, he was very happy to learn new things. His rigid and silent childhood became a kind of enjoyment.

Music is really a wonderful thing. It is totally different from performance. It only depends on limited notes. Through different arrangements and combinations, it can interpret different emotions, meanings and stories; What's more interesting is that the same melody, in different occasions and different ears of the audience, will deduce different meanings.

The hard string under the fingertip stimulates the thin cocoon of the fingertip. The clear and sweet notes are jumping in the moonlight and exploring different aspects of the world in the dark. Langley is trying to find a bridge between him and Eugene, trying to recall the meditation and reflection of the scene in the afternoon, trying to find the answers about war, faith and life.

At the beginning, it was just a scattered musical notation, which was not organized. But gradually, the musical notation became a string, melodious and quiet, soothing and peaceful. However, in the melody, there was a faint loneliness and loneliness, as if we could see the endless ice field, a vast expanse, and no other color, Even black and green are engulfed by endless white. The ground and sky seem to be inseparable from each other. We can't see the direction of the horizon. The whole world is integrated, leaving only endless white.

I am so small, just like a grain of dust in such a big world, standing alone in the same place, engulfed by the surging loneliness, and the cold slowly infiltrating into my bones calms down all the noise. It seems that even breathing is meaningless. I can't help but close my eyes and feel the deep tranquility. It's like jumping into the sea. After giving up the struggle, I slowly sink down. The moment when the tranquility reaches the extreme and the darkness reaches the extreme is wonderful and intoxicating.

Lamy opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he was afraid to break the beautiful tranquility. His eyes fell on lanli's slender fingers with distinct knuckles. It's hard to imagine that just a minute ago, the guitar was still in his own hands, playing fragmented pop music, but now it is full of vitality, just the collision between fingertips and strings, It has drawn such a perfect melody.

"What song is this?" The nearby voice broke the tranquility. All the people sitting around looked at the source of the voice and cast angry eyes, as if they were condemning each other for not understanding the taste. Carl was besieged by so many eyes, holding a bottle of beer at a loss, can only shrug, "I have not heard this song, I just wonder, if there are lyrics, what it will look like."

Although as a director, Carl has also been a guest star in many TV dramas, so the relationship between him and the actors is relatively close. After hearing Carl's question, everyone turned their attention to lanli, because this is also a question that everyone is curious about. This melody, which has never been heard before, easily catches everyone's ears.

The corner of lanli's mouth has a shallow radian, and the faint smile with a trace of warmth blooms in the hazy and heavy night. The top of his eyebrows is stained with a layer of cream yellow halo, slowly outlines the outline of the sparse eyebrows, quiet and beautiful.

He lowered his head slightly, looked at the strings trembling under his fingertips through the starry sky, and the melody flowed slowly in his mind, as if he could hear the wind whirring on the silent ice sheet. Then, Lan Li hummed softly, "is there nothing in the night except silence?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, a dense mass of goose bumps appeared on Lamy's arm. The tender and ethereal voice gently stirred his heartstrings and made him shiver.

"There used to be a boat, but now it's drifting away. Have you ever escaped from rumors and falsehoods? The truth is no longer true in the shadow of lies. Take up your sword and shield and prepare to fight. "

The words, which are as ethereal and natural as poetry, collide with the dazzling light between the melodies. They touch Lamy's heart truly and warmly. Slowly, the cold air surrounds him and isolates him independently. It seems that no one else exists and has no meaning. He is the only one left in the world, only the moving voice in his ear is humming.

"Is the night nothing but monotony? Once there was a tomb, now forget where. Meditation for a moment, I began to pray, broken oath into a trap, meaningless sincerity

Lies and truth, trust and betrayal, vows and departures, birth and death... Have nothing to do with sincerity. They are one and two sides. They depend on each other forever. People can't distinguish between illusion and reality. They are like sailing in the sea at night. They are quietly advancing and groping, trying to find a lighthouse to guide their own direction, But bumped into the iceberg, bruised, scarred, and finally, forget where they are.

"Is the night nothing but blessing? There used to be some gold, but now it's scattered all over the world. When will faith return? Oh, my God, please tell me why faith is endowed with supreme power

Close your eyes, hot tears wet the cold cheek. Following the steps of God, following the guidance of faith, we resolutely move forward, and we still don't regret the bumps along the way. But looking at the scarred, corpse everywhere, freezing world, suddenly began to be at a loss. Once memories, once friends, once blood, once persistence, once faith, scattered all over the world.

All of a sudden, Lamy couldn't help crying. He finally understood Langley's inner cry. The silent cry came from Eugene and his own soul. In this war with no victory or defeat, no goal and no justice, everything they once firmly believed in collapsed. Looking at their bloody hands and dragging heavy and clumsy steps, they did not know where they should go and where they could reach.

"Is night nothing but silence?"

Listen, it's a murmur from the depths of the soul. Is the night nothing but silence? Is war nothing but death? Is faith nothing but self deception? Is persistence nothing but striving alone? Is the world nothing but itself?

The boundless, endless loneliness permeates every note, making Lamy unable to extricate himself. Open your eyes, the stars all over the sky and the ground seem to be dancing, falling down with the cool and soft melody, like a waterfall, detonating the energy of the whole night, but the loneliness in the noise drags his ankles, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling into the bottomless abyss, with no end.

"Once there was a treasure, but now there is no news. Have you ever escaped from rumors and illusions? Yes, there is some decay in beauty. Take up your sword and shield and prepare to fight. "

Part of the soul seems to be lost, forever on the battlefield, forever on the land stained with blood, forever on the world infiltrated by death.

Turning around, Lamy really understood the meaning of Langley's performance this afternoon. It was a farewell, a tender farewell. Eugene left a part of his soul here forever. With the woman's long sleep, he could never become complete again. Even if he could survive from the battlefield, even if he could escape from the disease, Eugene would never be the Eugene again.

"Yes, there is some decay in the beauty. Take up your sword and shield and get ready to fight."

"Ernest Hemingway once said that the world is beautiful and worth fighting for. I only believe in the second half. " This line comes from the classic movie "seven sins", which suddenly came into Langley's mind. Perhaps, this is the motivation for Eugene to continue to survive, but also the motivation for Eugene to get rid of the nightmare.

Like Tim, Eugene may not understand what war is all his life, or even what faith is, but they are still fighting for it. Even if you don't see the end.

Lan Li's fingers stopped and let the lingering rhyme vibrate gently in the air, enjoying the moment's peace, as if he could clearly hear the whisper of the wind and the laughter of the stream, even the playfulness of the stars. Such moments are pure and beautiful.

Wiping the tears off his cheeks, Lamy didn't feel shy at all, because he was not alone. The embarrassed faces beside him were much worse than him. Even Carl turned around. This is the second time in a day.

"What's the name of this song just now, lanli?" Lamy couldn't help but play down her voice as if a feather were falling.

"Was there nothing?"“ Lanli thought about it, and then said his name.

But because of the question mark at the end of the sentence, Lamy couldn't help but be stunned and confirmed once

Lan Li nodded and gave a positive answer

Note: was there nothing (Asgeir)