Chapter 87

Under the orange sky, the Blue Butterfly Kite spreads its wings and flies freely. Its long tail is hunting in the wind. It seems that you can clearly hear the excitement and wanton whistling by.

Lan Li's eyes brightened slightly and looked down the kite line.

A middle-aged man encircles a young girl with his hands, grabs the kite line with his right hand, controls the rhythm and protects the girl carefully; The girl stood on the grass with her feet, grasped the spool of the kite, raised her sharp chin, and looked at the kite flying higher and higher in the sky. Her smile bloomed slowly in the corner of her mouth, even the sunset faded.

Not far away, a middle-aged woman put her hands in front of her chest, staring at the scene in front of her eyes. A happy smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, but her line of sight was never far away. Unconsciously, her right hand playing with the necklace pendant revealed her inner tension.

That's Heather, and her father, and her mother.

Not from the ground, smile climbed up the corner of the mouth, happy to smile. Although Lan Li had left the kite, he was looking forward to this scene, but the joy of seeing Heather leave the hospital bed and stand on the ground again was still surging.

Picking up his guitar, he went to the bench next to him and sat down, quietly watching the skyline of skyscrapers and enjoying the sunset in New York.

The setting sun is burning all over the sky, and the color of the sky is so bright that it seems to release the last chapter of life force, which is wantonly publicized. At the end of the line of sight, in an instant, the orange color faded down, and the dark blue night was like a waterfall, quickly devouring every color under the sky. Before the blink of an eye, even the dark blue lost its light, and the world fell into darkness.

It all came so fast, so fast that people couldn't react at all.

"Pa", the first street lamp lights up, followed by a series of sounds, all the lights are bright, the darkness is like ebb tide quickly halo, ginger halo together, supporting an air hood, separating the human world from the natural darkness, peace and noise, quiet and noisy, the two sides of the contradiction, Blurs the boundaries at the edge of the halo.

Quietly looking at the bright night scene in front of me, the wind whistling in my ear seems to be more and more noisy, seems to be more and more quiet, and the melody is flowing out of the guitar strings on my fingertips.

"So we got up and searched for our destiny in the dark. I saw you scarred last night. I saw you dancing in the arms of the devil."

Quiet to the extreme string sound seems to disappear in the night, just gently outline the heartstrings, playing out the whispers of the soul. The way to pursue a dream is to rush in the dark, but the lights at the end of the line of sight are full of unknowns. No one knows which way is right, and no one knows which end is the true meaning. Even if there are many scars, it is still not possible to pay back. So, someone desperate to sell the soul, in the arms of the devil jump out of the most wonderful dance.

The heart is full of sorrow, but it is difficult to say what is right and what is wrong.

"The night is boundless, I have nothing to do. My eyes are full of flames. They have never been extinguished because of silence. They are beautiful and crown."

Should they give up? Give up the dream, return to the ordinary track of life, looking for a trace of inner peace and stability, but can real life really find the answer; Should they continue to insist? Stick to the road ahead, in the long way ahead, full of thorns and difficulties, just to find an unknown, maybe an oasis, but maybe an abyss, maybe a bog, maybe a desert.

Should they choose compromise? Give up self, give up persistence, give up reserve, and compromise to the real society. Only when we really comply with the industry rules, can the dream be realized. Otherwise, the so-called "dream" is just an unrealistic slogan. To achieve success, we need to pay a price, even the soul.

"So we arrived at a lonely place that we couldn't go back to. You are the face that made me go through fire and water. This is the name that the children will inherit. You will build beauty and crown; Make it perfect and fly away. "

Carrying a dream to move on, I am trapped in a lonely place where I can't turn back. Behind me is the abyss. I have no choice but to move on. That bloody step, painful and cruel, even if broken to pieces, even if reduced to ashes, but also at all costs, because every step, is to define the choice of self.

"So when you are weak, when you kneel down, I will do my best in the rest of the time to protect your oath, live and true."

After all, the pressure of reality is too cruel, crushing the shoulders, knees and the last soul that supports the pace. The companions, one after another, were left in the same place, leaving only themselves to continue to walk alone. Looking back suddenly, I found that I had nothing left, standing alone in the barren land, no way forward, no way back. Yelling at the top of one's voice, there is no response. Suffering all over the body, there is no resting harbor.

"So grass your dream, how dare you forget our scars, I will incarnate you into a monster, if you pay enough money, all things will not count, few dreams can remember."

Standing in a lonely place, he realized that he could never go back. He had no future, but he had no past. I can't remember the reason why I started, the origin of all this, and the reason why I insisted on all the way. It seems that I only have the instinct of survival, just like a beast. Standing in the spotlight of vanity fair, I willingly abandon my dignity as long as I have enough interests.

Dream? Only remains in memory, decorated with a beautiful wreath, blooming with a sacred halo, let people continue, but let people at a loss.

"So we arrived at a lonely place where we couldn't go back. You are the face that made me go through fire and water. This is the name that the children will inherit. It makes me charming and crown."

The road of dream is so long that there is no end to it. The only faith is the reason for persistence. However, on this road, there are countless temptations and dangers. The first step in dealing with the devil is never going back. The land of darkness is a shore that cannot be turned back. Every step is losing a fragment of soul. If it is lost, it will disappear forever.

How should he know that he is making the right choice? You're not trading with the devil? How can he keep sober and stick to this lonely road?

That kind of bewilderment and powerlessness, people are at a loss.

”Perfect, go far away“

The fingers stopped, the string stopped suddenly, and Lan Li sat on the bench in a daze. A cold wind came, and the body shivered uncontrollably.

He thought of Chris Hemsworth, of Scarlett Johnson and Ryan Reynolds, of Lamy Marek and James Becky Dale, and of the guy in the Pacific war boot camp who didn't remember his name.

Embracing the dream of an actor and bearing the opposition and pressure of his family, he bumped into Hollywood. He was not sure whether he had talent, how much his advantages of rebirth could be realized, and whether the actor was the right choice. However, he went on this road as usual.

So what's at the end of the road? What is the ultimate dream? In the confusion of this Vanity Fair, how long can his dream last, or how long can it be pure? Will he, like Chris, be lost in the pursuit of magnesium lamp, forgetting his original intention and the original meaning of his dream?

Will he become a beast of fame and wealth, leaving only instinct but no reason?

He never really thought about it - or thought he did, but never really understood the nature of it.

The bondage of the last life is too much and too heavy. In the first half of his life, the freedom of his soul is imprisoned, and in the second half, the freedom of his body is imprisoned. When rebirth comes, he almost rushes to the halo, grabs the straw of his dream, and then begins to run wildly. The beautiful air of freedom makes him forget himself. All the way to the present, there is no stop.

Now I brake suddenly, and suddenly I feel lost. Chris's twisted face and crazy eyes flicker in his mind. One day, will Chris's face appear on his expression? But no one can answer this question.

Lan Li sits quietly on the bench, his fingertips follow the stream of thought up and down, and the broken language fragments are combined between the meditation of melody, which is like a beautiful but difficult poem. The sadness between the lines is like a wounded bird flying heavily in the rain. It is more and more difficult to fly with all his strength.

Heather stood quietly in the same place, looking at Lan Li's back, a burst of unspeakable sadness filled his heart.

In the night, the broad shoulder is like the eaves on a rainy day, which divides the world into two parts: one is violent, the other is quiet, the other is rampant, the other is peaceful. The faint halo scribbles out the arc of the side face, making all the emotions blurred. However, the clear guitar string is so clear and vivid.

The quiet melody revealed a touch of loneliness and sadness. The lyrics like bards made people confused. Heather even began to doubt whether it was English? Or is it another kind of alien language? She can understand every word, but it's hard to understand when it's put together.

However, when she heard the sentence "so grass your dream", the surge of emotion suddenly attacked, so that Heather caught off guard, tears immediately filled her eyes. At this moment, she understood Lan Li's heart voice: a dream lone Walker's inner hesitation and confusion.