Chapter 880

The food in the nameless bar has no quality at all. The hamburger is too dry, the French fries are fried, and even the coffee is terrible. The only thing we can hold is beer. But in a leisurely manner, Lan Li, who was not at all concerned, savored his late lunch as if he was enjoying the honorable dinner of Michelin 3-star.

The busy bartender standing in the bar, with a magical look on his face, sighed, "God, are you sure it's ok? Even tramps dislike our food. How can you enjoy it? I can feel the stomach spasm now

"If there is no choice, either give up or enjoy." Lanli shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile. He dropped a French fries into his mouth again. Then he raised his chin and motioned to the middle-aged man who was performing on the stage, "what's the matter with him? There are not many guests in the bar now. "

"Old Frank?" The bartender turned his head and looked over. "The plumbers in the town just come here to perform in their spare time. It's free. He's a man with a story. Are you interested? "

Looking back again, the bartender looked at Lan Li and asked. After getting a positive reply, he put down his beer glass temporarily, supported his hands on the bar and began to tell, "I heard that when he was young, he was a musician. You know, he wandered around the world with his guitar and performed in different cities and bars, Earn a small income, wait for their own opportunities, look forward to one day can be an album, become a real musician

The bartender looks very young, but in his early twenties; And old Frank was very old, at least over fifty. Therefore, the story of the young years, falling in the mouth of the bartender, has become a legend, with a layer of hazy color.

"But he failed." The bartender said, "obviously, not everyone is suitable for music. So he went back to town, became a plumber, and went back to his daily life. There are many stories about his youth in our town. It is said that he has toured with Bob Dylan before, but... Who knows? "

The bartender chuckled.

Dreams, in real life, mostly end in failure and disillusionment. The meaning of dream never lies in realization, but in hope, a hope that makes life bearable and persistent.

Many people's so-called maturity is just that it has been sharpened by the secular world and become worldly and practical. It's not maturity, it's premature decline of spirit and premature death of personality. The real maturity should be the journey of unique personality, the discovery of true self, the spiritual result and harvest.

People always say: dreams are impossible to achieve, dreams are unrealistic, dreams are illusory, and then, they wantonly laugh at those dreamers' stupidity and stubbornness, claiming to be the winners of life, adapting to the context of society in different ways, which is called maturity. But as everyone knows, they have gradually lost themselves in life.

This cannot be said to be wrong. After all, it's too hard to stick to your dreams. If you give up your dreams and choose to compromise, things will be much easier; What's more, life is full of countless possibilities. It can only be said that, in the final analysis, everyone has made their own choice, the dreamer will not be more noble, and the reality winner will not be more successful.

Instead of responding to the banter in the young bartender's words, lanli naturally did not intend to condemn and criticize. Instead, he asked with a smile, "when he was young, what kind of music did he perform?"

"Well, I don't know." The bartender shook his head and helplessly spread his hands. "I only know that last Christmas, he heard an album. What's its name? I think it's like

I don't know, Don Quixote or something. Anyway, it's the name of a character in a novel. Then he seemed to have a second life. Came to the bar, and the boss said that he hopes to be able to come over to perform.

But, it's not an easy thing. You've heard that his performance is really not good. Finally, under his obsession, my boss agreed that he could come to perform in the afternoon free time... "

The bartender was still talking, but Langley's attention drifted away, looking at old Frank on the stage.

In real life, people like old Frank are the majority.

Embrace an unrealistic dream, regardless of everything, moth like to burn themselves, trying to touch the outline of the dream; However, in the end, he failed. As a result, he gradually became the loser of the younger generation. It seemed that he had accomplished nothing in his long life and became a negative teaching material. Everyone taught him, "don't be like old Frank.".

But few people know that old Frank's life used to be so bright and shining. He experienced the pain that ordinary people can't imagine, but also experienced the world that ordinary people can't see. In his short life, he is happier and fuller than most people.

Don Quixote represents Heather, Langley, George, Stanley and... Old Frank.

Old Frank dedicated to playing the guitar, humming the tune, old voice, occasionally out of tune, seems to lose the touch of intonation, but the story in the voice line, but his singing is full of flavor. Maybe, he is not a good singer; But he is an excellent performer.

One song, another; The guests went one wave and came another.

Old Frank sang so lonely that there was no one to listen to in the whole bar, as if he was just singing alone, quietly waiting for the listener to appear. Lenley likes this kind of performance.

It's the end of another song. In sight, old Frank put down his guitar, sat down in front of the piano, simply adjusted a few notes, and then began to play. The prelude is "Cleopatra"!

The cheerful melody, like a spring, is tinkling. The moving and graceful music is dancing lightly in the lazy afternoon. Old Frank's voice is singing, "I used to be Cleopatra. I used to be a young actor. When you kneel down in front of my bed and beg for my hand..."

Lan Li sat in the same place, quietly listening, savoring the music, time seems to stay on the fingertips, the fragments of memories flying up and down, when the ear came that lyrics, "when I die alone, I will not miss", suddenly unable to defend the ground, tears burst the dike.

There is no warning, there is no way to stop, so embarrassed.

Hot tears completely out of control, gushing out, Lan Li so quietly sitting on the high stool, helpless, and even raise their hands to wipe the tears are not the strength, just quietly crying; In the blurred line of sight, there are a lot of halos. The beautiful colors are surging, and the bitter sadness is roaring by.

The tears couldn't stop at all. Lan Li felt as if he had been wronged by heaven. His whole heart was curled up and he could hardly breathe, but he couldn't make a sound. He just fell into deep despair and sadness, and the whole world began to fall apart.

Heather died. Heather cross, the smiling, glowing girl, left.

The fact hit the chest like a heavy hammer. Strong for a long time, also calm for a long time, but inadvertently, unprepared state, encountered a heavy blow, all the real feeling, all the real, all the exact, surging out, in an instant will he submerged, there is no room to respond, there is no room to fight back, thoroughly surrender, fragmented.

"Do you know that, Langley? I'm starting to like Cleopatra now. I didn't understand before, but now I understand. When I die alone, I won't miss it again. When you wrote this song, what were you thinking? God, I'm really jealous of you. You're a genius, you know? You are a genius. "

Collapse, complete collapse. I can't help crying. The girl with the dream of music, the girl singing "beast", the girl complaining that the flowering season is about to wither, the girl smiling and saying "Oh, I can't tell the boy I secretly love" died.

She said she would not give up. She said it, but she broke it. He kept his promise, but she didn't. It's not fair.

He clenched his hands into a fist and poured all his strength into it. He trembled all over because of too much force, but even so, there was still no way to vent his anger and depression. That deep sense of powerlessness, overwhelming to vent down, all the strong, all the barriers, all the masks, all collapsed, just like the end of the world in general, magnificent and majestic.

She didn't miss it. She didn't miss it after all.

Close your eyes tightly, bite your teeth tightly, hold your fists tightly, but still can't stop the collapse of tears. Until the end of the melody, a piece of "Cleopatra" came to an end. It was quiet again. The air was filled with curling sadness and bitterness, and the wounds on the body were repaired bit by bit.

In her tears, Lan Li seemed to see Heather again.

Wearing a white lace dress, bathed in the golden sun, white feet on the green lawn, full of vitality wantonly running, happy steps on the laughter of the silver bell, running heartily, chasing the breeze, dancing, that green sweet voice singing.

"I won't miss it again, I won't miss it again, the love of my life. When I die alone, when I die alone, I won't miss it again. "

The song spreads its wings, flying higher and farther; Tired, tired, stopped, gasped heavily, turned around, bright smile blooming on the young face, eyes filled with moving happiness, two groups of pink blush rising on the white cheek, cried out loudly, "blue Li, do you hear me? I won't miss it again. "

Lan Li's mouth was bitter, he could not help himself, and his face was full of tears. The one and only Don Quixote left after all.