Chapter 823

"Pa", a muffled sound, stirred up a wave in the air, instantly attracted a lot of eyes, cast their eyes to the unknown, and then found that a light on the left side of the stage was turned off, just like the Gotham City Sheriff turned off the bat light, the muffled sound had a kind of unspeakable bleak and sigh.

What's the matter? Is the light out of order?

There was no time to start the tentacle of speculation, followed by a second dull sound, then a third and a fourth. PA, PA, the lights on both sides of the stage went out one by one, faster and faster. Finally, all the lights were completely cut off, and the interior of Madison Square Garden fell into the darkness.

"There's a blackout?"

I don't know who laughed in the darkness, and a small circle of people laughed low and laughed. Such a small noise, like a stone disgrace, calm lake general, rippled shallow ripples, circle, circle, pan open, all quiet scene reverberated with a faint commotion, the air began to flow slowly again.

It's just pure darkness. When the light source is extinguished, it seems that four of the five senses are also extinguished. Vision, smell, touch and taste are gradually weakened in the intense darkness. Only hearing becomes more and more sensitive. You can even hear the sound of alternating breathing, and then move the rhythm of the heart bit by bit, It seems to be able to capture the sound of blood speeding up. Unconsciously, excitement and excitement are brewing slowly.

What's going on? What's going on? Ten minutes of silence first, and now... Ten minutes of darkness? Is tonight's concert a mime? Pantomime? An experiment of performance art?

Looking at each other in the dark, inadvertently completed mutual restraint, it seems that everyone is eager to try, wriggling lips, trying to make a sound, but in the invisible exchange of vision, clenching teeth, refusing to speak, refusing to make a sound. That inexplicable contest and pull, in the brain response to specific circumstances, has outlined the surging chemical reaction.

Heather is no exception.

He raised his chin, his eyes were curious and eager to explore, but there was only endless darkness in front of him. He could vaguely see the surging and restlessness of the crowd, but there was no sound at all. The kind of dark tide hidden under the surface of the vast ocean was exciting.

Heather could not help but grasp the armrest of the wheelchair, but even with all her strength, she still could not grasp the edges of the armrest. She could only feel the rough and sharp outline with the softness of her palm.

In a quiet place, the clear guitar string sounds like spring water in the mountains. The music of the jade plate with big beads and small beads goes through the smooth pebbles, green shade, fine sand, decadent roots and pleasant fish. Every drop of water is full of sunlight and oxygen, and the faint halo seems to cover the millisecond of time, Slowly flowing into a long river of time, with the weight of life, Pentium.

The nimble musical charm gently pulls the heart in the chest, once again, the light and shallow pain seems to be harmless, there is no need to care, but unconsciously disrupts the rhythm of breathing, sad and bitter, cold and lonely. Before the song even started, the melody was so graceful that people could not breathe. They could not help but hold their breath.

In the boundless darkness, hearing is the only way to explore the world. The tip of the tongue seems to be able to catch the acerbity above the musical symbol. The heart beating slowly is so strong and fierce that it hurts my chest.

The cold guitar string, which is the only instrument, stripped off all the tedious and complex, simple to the extreme, also pure to the extreme, and then, the warm and hoarse voice began to hum, like a wisp of smoke, curling around the fingertips and eyebrows, outlining the outline of emotion.

"In front of us, the dilapidated empty lane, the place where we gallop young, and the empty car burned up are like the autumn leaves of Eden, which can't escape the fate of falling, the fate; Suddenly looking back on the memory, once bathed in the sun, ancient empty singing, dead lonely night, like angels singing, singing

Between the shallow singing and the low singing, the indifference but strong sadness firmly grasped the ear. The magnificent and lonely scene spread out in the brain, desolate and full of vicissitudes. The entanglement of fate, the lingering of fate and the phagocytosis of time are like the stories written in the garden of Eden, which determine the ending early.

Sad, lonely, helpless.

A spotlight lights up, as if through the barriers of time and space, from the top down to the ground, the darkness around is like rolling smoke and dust, and even the flying and dancing dust can be seen in the air, magnificent and powerful, but there is no sound at all, just like the cry of the soul: hoarse, but silent.

Blue Li bathed in the light, the figure is so lonely.

In such a big world, in the boundless darkness, he was alone. His strong and straight shoulders carried the weight of the whole world. The power burst out in silence easily destroyed all the defense lines, and the whole field of vision fell firmly on the figure. No voice, just open your mouth, accept the baptism of the soul, feel the shock of the soul.

The slender fingers pressed the string to make sure that all the noise completely disappeared, and let the silence surge slowly. For one second, two seconds, three seconds, it seemed that we could hear the resonance of the soul. The roar in the roar and cry made Langley's fingers outline the string again.

"Even if time doesn't love you any more, I will always stick to where I am." Almost singing like cry, calm but boiling, the pain of tearing the soul, between the lines to vent out; The next second, it's a complete explosion——

"We can run forever, if eternity is the future." The high difficulty treble is like a boomerang, which cuts out a bright light and sharply breaks through the darkness. The bright sunlight is released in an instant and reaches the high point. The real and false sound conversion that comes at hand is amazing in an instant and calms down in an instant, and the melody returns to the level again. "Time"... Guides the way home. "

Unprepared and unprepared, the soul suffers a heavy hammer and is unprepared. Before breathing again, tears have blurred the eyes, and the weight of emotion is severely pressed on the chest: sadness, bitterness; Majestic, magnificent,

"Time", a piece of "time", opened the prelude of "one person's concert". It's not "Cleopatra" or "no doubt", but "time" in the album, which has little sense of existence, seems to be submerged in the countless classic tracks of "Don Quixote" and has never been noticed.

But at this moment, a guitar, a spotlight, a singing, but as heavy as a thousand to defeat everyone's line of defense, mighty, magnificent to lay the tone of tonight, even the storm outside seems to have been eclipsed, reduced to accompaniment, can only feel the boundless darkness, firmly grasp the ankle, fall, fall again.

"The ancient tree of Eden, engraved with the name of the lover, releases the original desire, just like the vast ocean, deep turbulent waves, waves; Catharsis of deep love is like a roaring waterfall, an inescapable tide, sincerely eager hands, baby, hold or let go, let go. "

Heather was in the same place, staring at the blue Li in the spotlight, as if hundreds of millions of stars were pouring down like a waterfall; Slowly, slowly, tears filled the eyes, fuzzy line of sight, you can see the bright stars filled the whole world, but the figure is still so clear, so firm.

As time goes by, things change and people change.

The power of time is so powerful, love each other gradually become strange, firm commitment gradually become indifferent, pure emotion gradually become complex, she has changed, but he is still not. He always sticks to where he is, even if the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, even if the ends of the earth, even if time flies, he still stands where he is. scars of wounds strung together like beads.

A song "time" is the promise of Lan Li. He, adhere to his agreement, even in the face of time's strong and arrogant, even in the face of time's cold and resolute, he still did not leave. What about her? Hold or let go?

She gave up. She tried to give up, she wanted to give up, she had given up. Heather suddenly realized this, hit the heart of the soft. Lan Li is still waiting, but she chooses to give up. She said, she will not give up; She said, he should continue to insist; But she didn't keep her promise. Those faint, confused memory, no clear segment context, but a burst of bitterness.

Before she knew it, Heather stretched out her right hand and tried to hold lanli's, but the vast night sky was so vast and far away that she couldn't put it down before she could straighten it out. Curled fingertips, trembling slightly.

"Even if time no longer loves you, I will always stick to where I am; We can run forever. If eternity is the future, time will guide us home. Home... "

A simple "home", the ending is continuous, full of four eight beat, but lanli's song is gradually rising, like the roar of despair, like the roar of anger, like the cry of sadness, the graceful and moving high voice in the rough waves, but has never wavered.

It's not just a home, it's a past, it's a memory, it's a belief, it's a promise.

He remembered, he still remembered their agreement, he still remembered her dream, he still remembered his persistence. He is still moving on, but she has chosen to give up, timid, embarrassed to give up.

Little by little, the fingertips were closed, and the clipped nails fell deeply into the palm of her hand, but she didn't feel the slightest pressure and pain. It seemed that she couldn't do such a simple action as clenching, but the light power was heavily pressed on her chest, and the tears in her eyes overflowed like this.