Chapter 881

Gradually, gradually, the melody stopped, and the curling song floated in the air, leaving a touch of sadness and joy, as gentle as the sunshine at four o'clock in the afternoon, light and soft.

The surge of emotion, slowly calm down; Bitterness surged on the tip of his tongue, and the reality swept in. It was clear and real as never before, and he finally felt the pain of the wound. Numb for too long, ignored for too long, now finally all burst out, the loss of pain is too turbulent, too real, bloody, can not bear to look directly at.

But now it's finally found out. The wound will begin to heal.

When he opened his eyes again, the blurred and gorgeous sight became clear. Then lanli saw old Frank, whose face was full of wind and frost, sitting on the empty seat beside him, separated from lanli, with a beer glass in his hand.

As if aware of Langley's gaze, old Frank turned his head and looked at the embarrassed face. He didn't ask, nor was he curious. He just glanced at it carelessly. Then he looked back and said in a gruff voice, "a beer, please?"

"Good." Lan Li replied.

Pick up the beer and have a good drink. The sour feeling overflowed. Lan Li couldn't help laughing and said, "Damn, this beer is really bad."

Old Frank chuckled and nodded. "Yes, it's damned bad." But with that, he still took his glass, looked up and took a big drink, and sighed heavily, "God, it's so hard that people want to commit suicide."

"So, is that the same as vermouth?" The young bartender standing in the bar couldn't understand the banter of lanli, but old Frank laughed and said yes.

Poets always like the burning of absinthe, but they hate the astringency of absinthe. Every time they write, they always experience another torture, pain and happiness.

Reality, lingering in the fingertips, surging in the chest, precipitation in the mind; Unprecedented, down-to-earth, lanli felt the truth. Heather passed away, leaving behind her dream that she could not fulfill and leaving the world forever.

It is not only the dream of "American Idol", but also the dream of becoming a singer, standing on the stage, interpreting yourself with music and changing the world with music.

Don Quixote carries the dreams of George strand and Stanley Charlson, as well as the dreams of heather cross; Now, Langley will carry on his dream of heather, as well as his dream of being an artist. He is an actor and a singer.

At the Grammy Awards ceremony, when receiving the annual album trophy, blue Lee clearly felt this; Today, however, it goes further, with unprecedented certainty and unprecedented profundity.

Of course, he is not destined to be a qualified singer.

He doesn't write songs regularly, he doesn't make albums regularly, he doesn't hold concerts regularly, and he doesn't perform for Grammy, market and publicity; He is an actor. On the road of performance, he still has countless goals to achieve and challenges to try. He is still eager to become a top actor.

But maybe there will be a second album after Don Quixote. Although lanli still can't see any shadow, and can't guarantee when it will come out. When the time is right, he will take the initiative to open his arms and warmly embrace the second album.

He didn't want to leave any regrets: "I won't miss it again."

Like now.

Turning his head, Langley's eyes fell on old Frank and said with a smile, "Hey, can I borrow your guitar? Or do you want to join us? "

Old Frank looked at Langley.

He doesn't know lenley, which can't blame him. First, there is no picture of lenley on the Don Quixote album, even the inside page of the physical album is only one; Second, "Don Quixote" has never carried out any form of publicity, for those who never care about the gossip news of senior music lovers, there is no way to understand; Third, they like the music of the album itself, not the singer.

But old Frank still smiles, "do you like music, too? Welcome, of course. " Old Frank took a big sip of beer and took the initiative to greet him. He took Lan Li to the stage and said, "what do you need? What instrument do you usually use?"

"Piano and guitar." Lanli followed up.

The platform in front of us is not so much a stage as an open space. It is just a small space with high footed stools, musical instruments and Huating, which becomes a stage; Even the simple but well-equipped stage of Pioneer Village is much more complete than here.

"Popular?" Old Frank said with great interest. When he mentioned music, his eyes lit up and he guessed what kind of music lenley was good at.

Lan Li chuckled, "just enjoying the music." There is no positive answer.

Old Frank didn't mind, nodded, "of course, of course. Enjoying music is the most essential and important thing. " Then old Frank handed the guitar to lanli and said enthusiastically, "I've just tuned the strings, but my fingers are heavy and the strings are tight. Look at your hand."

Lan Li was not polite. He sat on a high stool, took the guitar, sketched the strings and began to adjust skillfully. "Excuse me, would you like to play with me? If you don't mind, can you give me a little pep talk? Or is that impolite? "

"No, not at all." Old Frank waved, "what are you going to play? My drum technique is too bad. I can only give you some basic drums. "

Blue Li happily showed a smile, "no, the basic drum is OK." With that, Lan Li recalled for a moment. The melody in his mind was flowing slowly, but he was full of passion. Following the inspiration, he began to clap his hands and beat the rhythm.

Old Frank, who sat down behind the drum, tentatively began to beat the drum to the beat of Langley.

Lan Li nodded and affirmed, "the strength is a little heavier, right; Then when you cut into the chorus, you switch back to this beat. " Two people come and go to communicate, some unfamiliar, some stumbling, but harmonious, immersed in the world of music, full of graceful and comfortable.

The drums are beating in a moderate and steady way. Lan Li lowers his head and outlines the guitar strings. The jingling sound of the strings is like the melting sound of ice and snow. It is cold and clear, full of vitality. Through the bleak and cold of winter, he rushes to the warm and bright of spring.

The clear and transparent melody is like the first morning sun, tearing through the thick night, passing through the layers of fog, falling on the slender fingertips, reflecting the thick eyelashes, sparsely and brightly; Light warmth blowing on the cheek, full of dry breath, unconsciously, the corners of the mouth quietly up.

"May you be brave and fearless; Willing to build a high wall when the tide rises; May we call your name when we cheer; May others run away, and you face it calmly. "

Lanli's mellow and warm voice weaves wonderful and moving poems through the bright music. The deep feeling and firmness from the soul, step by step, are so solid, so sure, and so persistent, and move forward resolutely. The simple guitar strings and bright drums are interlaced and dancing, outlining the high morale and bright hope behind the melody bit by bit.

Old Frank raised his head and looked at the young man's back in amazement.

It's a song that I've never heard before. The simple chords burst out the energy of perseverance; Moving lyrics, and burst out of a resolute dedication, in that clean and transparent voice, the complex into simple, but simple control. Inadvertently, shock surging, moved, soft heart, slightly trembling.

"May you fall in love, but you are covered with bruises. Only through the vicissitudes, can you have a thorough understanding; May you avoid suffering, but remember the taste of pain; When the time comes, you can shout: I give everything, I have no regret! "

"I-did-it-all" is just such a simple and straightforward sentence, but it tells all the frustrations and vicissitudes of life, and all the joy and satisfaction of life.

This is a motto dedicated to Heather cross. It is also the voice of Don Quixote. It is the cry of every dreamer's soul.

They are brave and strong, they are persistent and calm, they are scarred and invincible, they fly moths to the fire but shine, they are a group of stupid and extreme loners, but at the end of their lives, they release all their energy and shout with pride and satisfaction:

I give everything, I have no regrets.

"I cherish every minute that the world can give me. I read thousands of mountains and rivers. I cut through the thorns and thorns all the way. Even if I'm broken to pieces, I swear I'll live my life!"

In the passionate melody, Lan Li's singing spread its wings and flew up to the sky. The trembling in the deep of his soul was singing, cheering, dancing and enjoying: even if it was broken to pieces, I swore it would be a lifetime.

This is his life, this is his dream, this is his road, this is his persistence.

Along the way, there are many obstacles and thorns; Along the way, painstakingly, full of scars; Along the way, it has been difficult and full of difficulties. However, he never regretted, he will not regret. Even if he is black and blue, even if he is scarred, even if he cuts through thorns and thorns, even if he is broken to pieces, even if he is kneeling, he will reach the end. He will not give up, and will not shrink back, because this is his belief and his existence.

As Langley hall, he lived. He really existed. It's not mediocrity, it's not muddling along, it's not fear of hands and feet, it's not muddling along, it's not self deceiving, it's really living, it's following its own way, chasing its own dream, and blooming its own light. This is his life and he will not leave any regrets.

In this life, in this life, at the end of life, even if broken, he also vowed that this life will never be wasted!

I swear.

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