Chapter 831

Melody, stop; The singing stopped.

Madison Square Garden once again fell into a silence, but in the quiet surging darkness, the audience's eyes were projected in the same direction one after another. The dim and bright tears were even more dazzling than the stars. The faces and eyes were so different and similar, and the warm and beautiful light was even more dazzling, Gathered into a powerful force, rippling in the chest.

Heather's muscles couldn't make any effort, and she almost couldn't stand on her feet. In a short time, sweat had oozed from her forehead. It seemed that she had reached the limit of her body, and could fall apart anytime and anywhere. Her pale face and gasping revealed her weakness and embarrassment at the moment. If Ellie and Derek had not helped her hands in time, she would not have been able to stand.

But she can't give up, and she doesn't want to.

Heather firmly stood up straight knee, even if the knee is slightly trembling, she still straightened the waist, through the fuzzy tears, to meet the blue Li's line of sight, word by word to try to say, "I will not give up." But the result was only a vague murmur, even the syllable is not complete, all the sounds are rolling in the throat, the kind of powerlessness, heavy pressure down.

But Heather didn't get discouraged. Instead, she took a deep breath and opened her mouth. She didn't worry. She began to try one syllable at a time. "I... Mm-hmm... I..." as never before, it was so difficult to speak such a simple thing. Before tonight's concert, the situation is not so serious, but now, the more anxious, the more difficult.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath again, Heather did not give up to continue to try, "I... Will not... Put... Abandon..." but a few simple words, but almost consumed all of Heather's strength, but she still stubbornly repeated again, "I will not."

The weight of a word, but heavy pressure in the chest, hot tears covered the cheeks, but the smile is wantonly blooming, just like the sunflower facing the sun, full of vitality, vigorous, murmuring in a low voice, "I will not. I won't, I won't

As if this is a spell, as if this is an agreement, every time is so firm, every time is so sure, said, that young and pale face, burst out a bright light, even the eyes are re radiant. With great difficulty, Heather stood up straight, got rid of the support of her father and mother, walked forward a little, and raised her chin as if in the sun

"I will not."

So weak, but so firm; So vague, but so clear; So small, but so bright.

Don't talk about Ellie, even Derek is in tears now, so embarrassed that he can't help himself, but he doesn't have time to pay attention to himself. He just clenches his fist, just looks at Heather, and reluctantly uses his last sense to maintain all his emotions, so as not to be completely broken.

Poop, poop, poop. The sound of heart beating still reverberated, but gradually became a piece. Involuntarily, hope raised his right hand and put it on his chest. He felt the strong and powerful heartbeat. It was so violent that his fingers could not help curling up. With force, he seemed to be able to go through his chest and really touch the warmth and strength of the heart.

"I will not give up." Hope could not help whispering. His voice was completely drowned in tears. Even the simplest syllables became vague, but the will in the words burst out with incredible energy. As never before, hope has been so determined:

She won't give up.

She won't give up her dream, she won't give up her persistence, she won't give up her life. She is Don Quixote, the fool who holds a long gun high and fights with the windmill, the madman who indulges in his own world, the fool who has a pure heart but is not tolerated by this society. Yes, she is a crazy and stupid Don Quixote.

It's just that she believes in it. Dream, make life bearable; Dream, let life full of light.

"I will not give up." Hope whispered again, but he could not cry. He was almost out of breath. She doesn't want to give up, and she won't give up.

Hope Bates, William Taylor, Graham Hughes, Timothy Leslie... They are all Don Quixote; Anita tunisa, Kelly Barton, Anne silyman, Ellie cross, Derek cross... They are all Don Quixote; And Bradley Adams of the New York Times, Gavin hunt of American weekly, Eli Wallach of the Seattle Post... They are all Don Quixote.

On top of this "one person concert", in Madison Square Garden tonight, this is a carnival of Don Quixote.

Heather raised his hands high and called out again, "I... I won't give up."

Lan Li heard it, Lan Li heard it clearly, his nose was sour, and the warm water vapor almost came out of his eyes, but he dropped his eyes in time, covered the flimsy flash of his eyes, outlined the strings again, and sang softly again, "just ask you not to let go, promise you never to leave."

It belongs to Heather, but it's not his own song. Close your fingertips, you can hold your dreams; But the weight of dream is so heavy that it makes people falter and struggle. Compared with persistence, it is easier to give up forever. However, only when we really persist, life is no longer alive, and life can regain its color.

He gave up once, not twice. He also hopes that Heather will not give up, because he does not know whether he can have a second chance.

A simple and plain lyrics, "say you won't let go", but it's as heavy as a precipice. As a result, Lan Li's fingertips glided over the strings and hummed again, "just ask you not to defend, promise you not to leave." This is a promise to Heather, to don Quixotes and to lenley himself.

a promise is weightier than one thousand bars of gold.

Music, over; Moving, just beginning. Even with the "Don Quixote" album, even with the full performance of "one person's concert", at this moment, the power of music still hit the hearts of every audience once again and again, and the slightly trembling soul shivers under the starry night sky.

The smile bloomed in tears. Heather looked at Lan Li quietly. Her eyes seemed to be able to clearly depict the outline of her face. Her narrow eyes, high nose, full lips, and strong chin... Her eyes greedily and delicately pieced together the image in her memory and fell slowly again.

She knew that this song was not her confession, but her voice and gift.

Langley had never loved her, as if she had never loved him. They are friends. They always are. They were, are and will be. But, she is so lucky, in secret love confession, but still can wait at his side, quietly watch, even realized his dream, all this is really too good, she should not be too greedy.

What's more, she has a song of her own. She participated in the creation of lyrics - although only a small part, she still participated in it; The melody is composed by lanli and sung by lanli at last. A song that really belongs to her heart contains her memories, her vision, her dream and her soul.

She couldn't think of anything better. No, maybe, singing this song on the audition stage of "American Idol" is the most perfect thing. But should she sing "beast" or "say you won't give up"? This is a difficult topic to choose.

Gazing quietly at Langley, Heather raised her voice and said, "Cleopatra." She knew that Lanley would not sing "the beast" tonight. Besides this song, what she was looking forward to hearing most was "Cleopatra", so she called again.

This time, Ellie and Derek understood, so they joined Heather and called out to the stage, "Cleopatra.".

Heather can catch the smile outlined in the corner of lanli's mouth, a trace of helplessness, a trace of beauty, and then, she began to sing softly, "I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, miss the love of my life. When I die alone, when I die alone, I won't miss it again. "

Vague voice, can not say a complete sentence, only fragmented melody reverberates between the lips and teeth, but Heather's eyes are more and more bright, the smile is more and more happy: she likes this song, only after experiencing the vicissitudes, can she understand the connotation of this song. She likes it.

On the stage, Lan Li seemed to hear the call from the heart of heather, gently shook his head and raised his head. In front of him, there was a vast darkness. He seemed to see nothing, but he seemed to be able to see the waves and vicissitudes. The spacious and vast Madison Square Garden made people feel small, but also made the stage feel grand.

That pair of blurred tears, refracted a faint halo, as if reflecting his figure. So, without guitar playing or music accompaniment, he sang in a clear voice:

"But it's too late. It's too late. I missed the love of my life."

The sentence "too late" reverberates gently in the garden space through the microphone. The excited and excited interest reverberates quietly in the crowd, but no one makes a sound, just staring at the stage. Stripping the melody of joy, stripping the drum of joy, hidden in the depths of the lyrics of sadness and bitterness, slowly overflow out.

Langley stops abruptly. His fingertips sketch a melodious and far-reaching melody on the strings. The musical symbols fly and dance lightly, as if with wings inserted. He goes through the garden, through the blizzard in New York, through the constraints of time and space, and finds Cleopatra again. He stops in the depths of his sad eyes. Then Langley sings in a clear voice again

"When I die alone, when I die alone, I won't miss it again."

Note: say you won't let go