Chapter 822

The dark night came down early, and the whole city was shrouded in thick night. The fierce cold wind was whining in my ears. The rice and snow mixed in it made my face ache. Just being outside, it took great courage.

In February, New York showed its fury and rudeness, and refused to be friendly.

Derek cross looked out the window at the snow and the dark night, his face full of worry, turned and frowned at his daughter. "Heather, are you sure?"

Heather awkwardly spread his hands and rolled his eyes. "Dad, are you serious? After what you've done to me, you're asking me now, am I sure? " The unsympathetic Tucao mode seemed to make complaints about her original appearance again, but vague words and weak tone, but she could never find her once again.

At this time, Heather's dress was like a mummy, three layers inside and three layers outside, wrapped tightly. Even her cheek was wrapped with a scarlet scarf, only a pair of eyes were exposed. Heather believed they would even bring her a pair of ski goggles if necessary.

Now, Heather's limbs are just like an over muscled fitness maniac. She can only support them awkwardly. She can't even bend her arms.

Although her heart was heavy, Ellie couldn't help but pull the corners of her mouth. She couldn't help laughing, especially after Heather moved her eyes and gave her mother a silent glance. Ellie just chuckled - literally, Heather had only her eyes to move now.

Looking at her mother, Heather complained, "please..."

However, the words behind are vague in the saliva. Although she has successfully come to her senses, her speech function is still not fully recovered, and it is extremely difficult to express a sentence. Even if she slowly pronounces word by word, she will inevitably become vague.

Heather didn't give up. After swallowing hard, she said again, "we're going to be late. He abides by the agreement, and I will abide by mine. " Simple words, endless, but can not be refuted.

Ellie and Derek exchanged views.

When Heather didn't wake up, they were expecting that Lanley's concert would wake her up; When Heather really woke up, they expected that Heather would be safe in the ward.

Are they too greedy?

"Mom, we're late." Heather can't help reminding me again. In order to make sure everything is safe, they are already late to start. Now it is less than five minutes away from eight o'clock, so it is inevitable to be late. But Heather still didn't want to miss it.

"Then let's go. We can't delay any longer." Derek made up his mind to say, and then saw his wife's stunned eyes, he showed a smile, "an agreement is an agreement, we have agreed." Derek nodded firmly, reconfirming his decision.

Ellie's face a little bit struggling, but finally showed a smile, "well, we'd better speed up, otherwise, missed the wonderful opening, that's too sorry."

Derek grabs the princess to pick up Heather, and Ellie goes around to the back car and takes out the wheelchair. The couple trot to Madison Square Garden in New York not far away. From a distance, they can see the medical staff coming up, escorting them into the eaves protection area, and then helping a family of three pass the ticket gate.

Derek carefully put Heather on the wheelchair and let out a long breath, "well, we're not late, are we?" Then he took out the concert tickets from his pocket. These are the only three reserved tickets that Nathan sent to the hospital this afternoon.

"No. The concert hasn't started yet. " Kelly Barton, a nurse at Mount Sinai Hospital, smiles and greets Derek's eyes, then looks at heather. "How can a concert begin when one person's concert is not there yet?"

"What?" Heather's eyes widened, full of excitement and enthusiasm, but could not express it. She just uttered a series of meaningless syllables. She looked up and looked forward to her mother.

Ellie understood her meaning and nodded. "We're going in now."

……

On the stage of Madison Square Garden, it is simple and generous. In the darkness, there is no unnecessary stage decoration and complex background effect. Even the lighting is simplified, just a cream halo. In the thick darkness, it emits Yingying light and outlines all the scenes on the stage——

A drum stand, a black grand piano, a cello, three guitars and a microphone stand. That's it.

On the huge stage, lanli stood alone in the center, carrying an acoustic guitar, standing in front of the microphone stand, with his head down and silent. The lazy light sprinkles down and drags the figure on the ground to the elder. It outlines a touch of solitude and loneliness. In the quiet, it is dense.

"What's the matter? It's past eight o'clock now. Lanli has been standing on the stage for eight minutes, but he doesn't sing a song or say a word. What kind of concert is this? Are we standing here in silence? It's not a protest. Give me a hint. "

There was a rustling sound in my ear. The low voice was not noisy, but it was always buzzing.

William Taylor and his friends exchanged a sight. Graham Hughes, hope Bates, Tessa briden and others all gathered around him. They all shook their heads gently to signal William not to pay attention. But William forbeared and forbeared, but he didn't hold back, "Shh!" He motioned to them to be quiet, and then whispered, "this is a solo concert. Lanli is waiting for the appointment."

Tonight's concert is too special.

There was no countdown, no warm-up guests, or even no notice. The audience didn't know when they should cheer, when they should be excited, and when they should scream. The rhythm of the whole concert was confusing. Even before the concert, the lights were turned off and then turned on again. Such a link was directly omitted. When the time came, it was hard to understand, With an acoustic guitar on his back, lanli stepped onto the stage and appeared in front of the public.

A Navy shirt, a pair of black jeans, a pair of black skateboarding shoes. So simple, so simple, so low-key, they finished the stage, people can't help but ask questions: is this a concert?

The audience looked at each other, some applauded, some screamed, some were confused, and the sparse support was uneven and looked very shabby; But gradually, all the responses came together to form a wave, and the audience tried to show their support for lanli's debut in the most enthusiastic, turbulent and surging way.

This concert is too special and unique. It is burdened with numerous controversies and queries, and also faced with numerous criticisms and attacks. Even the audience who bought tickets are not all supporters, but also doubters and challengers.

Therefore, this wave is the most direct and powerful support. It lasted for three minutes, and the whole garden became a surging sea.

But, gradually, gradually, this support was calmed down. Because lanli didn't stir up the atmosphere, didn't start singing, and didn't even respond, he stood quietly in the middle of the stage. Bewilderment and bewilderment began to spread among the audience, people looked at each other, but could not find an answer.

In the dark, William met those puzzled eyes, "didn't you listen to Don Quixote?"? Don't you understand the meaning of this concert? Calm down, this is not a casual concert. "

"Shit!" Some people began to speak with disdain, and then muttered words like "bitches" and "hype". But this time, instead of arguing too much, William showed a smile to his friends to reassure them that he would not be rash and impulsive. Those doubts will never disappear, but they will become the driving force for them to move forward.

Raised his head against the light, looking at the blue Li bathed in the light, William's mood was unprecedented calm, joined the waiting ranks of the audience. It's like waiting for Godot.

Unconsciously, the noisy mood gradually precipitated down, and finally completely disappeared, silent, a silence, like the deep and vast sea, but brewing storms under the calm surface.

……

When entering Madison Square Garden, Heather could not help but open his mouth. The stadium was so big, like the vast starry sky, boundless, magnificent and majestic. In an instant, he felt his own insignificance, like a grain of dust in the universe; Then Heather saw the full seat.

Looking around for a week, every seat in the line of sight is full, and there is no space left. The dense crowd is so turbulent, so lively and so powerful. A strong hot air surges on the face, and the brain crashes instantly.

I can't believe it. I can't believe it.

The whole Madison Square Garden, with 20000 audience seats, was miraculously sold out in just two days of publicity. Even the most audacious and craziest forecasters dare not easily assert such a scene. The full seat grand occasion is like a torrent, rushing in the chest, taking away the breath in an instant, and standing in the same place in amazement and amazement.

What's more incredible is that 20000 people gathered together in a bustling crowd, but there was no trivial sound in the whole audience. The surging silence spread in the space, and all of them looked up at the figure on the stage, which was so small but so tall.

Heather was no exception, looking up. Everything is the same as she imagined. The spacious and grand stage, simple and simple layout, just a figure, is enough to fill every corner of the line of sight. Everything is about music, and only about music. Close your eyes and you can touch the weight of your soul.

Suddenly unable to defend the ground, tears warm the eyes.