Chapter 1161

"God, God, God, God, staring at the pool of blood and camouflage everywhere."

How tragic and how grand, every word and every sentence hides a vast story, the bitter surge on the tip of the tongue is so dense, and then he is singing, "crazy love destroyed everything, cut the rope, fell into the abyss. My God, my God, my God, at this moment, obsession is growing

Caught off guard, a sour and pain hit the chest, this is a love without retreat, crazy and wanton rampage, destroyed everything, when all is over, that kind of obsessive madness and impulse, like a dagger on the heart, blood eruption.

The melody didn't go down, but the sweeping became more and more cheerful. Then the singing became unrestrained and unrestrained, and the endless emotion was like a galloping horse.

"I said, be patient; I have said that the dawn is coming; I have said that the heart balance; I said, "be kind." The vicissitudes of the song revealed a trace of unspeakable pain, with anger and sadness.

Standing in front of the cliff, open arms, embrace the wind and rain, "the dawn suddenly leaks, I will be with you, but it is a completely different face, I will bear all the punishment, and you will harvest all the rewards."

Then, suddenly.

His dedication and persistence, in the moment of love disappear, become so stupid. The melody and singing stopped at the same time, leaving a curl of lingering rhyme surging in the air, but the thick bitterness made the heart start to tremble slightly. There was no sound, no air, so we could only sit in the same place, the sky was dim.

The guitar string sounds again, and the light voice is humming, "forget it, what happened to skinny love; We squander so little hope. My God, my God, my God, the burden is getting heavier and heavier, and it's falling apart. "

The bitterness of the mouth spread like this.

I blinked my eyes, but I found that my eyes were so dry that I didn't have any tears. The pain and pain were so turbulent that I couldn't cry when I reached the extreme. I could only stay in a daze. It seemed that after the pain nerves were numb, my brain turned into a blank, staring at the slow passage of time.

"I've said, be patient, I've said, dawn is coming, I've said, balance your heart, I've said, be kind. So your love has become water, then what was I? Now I've lost everything, even the last place in your heart. "

Every word is too heavy to breathe. In this gambling game, he blocked up everything, lost everything, had nothing, even disappeared completely. Even the traces that once existed disappeared without a trace. So what is the "once memory"? What's more pathetic is "once insisted", what is this?

In the light, his eyelids were still slightly lowered, and the sadness and pain between his eyebrows had disappeared, leaving only a calm. Sing quietly, dance quietly, live quietly, just like a walking corpse, the soul withers and dissipates in this way, "love for the past", just like the flowering of a rose, blooms arrogantly, withers suddenly, and disappears in a flash.

"Who would love you so much? Who will struggle? Who would be willing to degenerate? "

Ridiculous, pathetic, lamentable, pathetic; Compared with sadness, what's more terrible is that even the strength of sadness is gone, all the strength has been exhausted, and finally only one body is left, just like this... Alive.

Melody is still galloping, cheerful and light, he quietly echoed the melody, humming, "MMM", the bright melody makes people want to dance, selfless and wanton dance, over and over again, forget all the troubles, forget all the pain, also forget all the heavy, just dancing.

All of a sudden, a thought came to mind: if this strong and passionate love, the other half is a dream?

In a flash, the soul was struck by lightning, and all the lyrics came to my heart

He once said, patience, dawn is coming, even if the pool of blood and camouflage everywhere, they also need to continue to adhere to; Even if they are increasingly burdened and disintegrated, they still need to chase the dim hope and continue to run. When give up the moment, lost nothing, then, once he was what?

So, "who would love you so much? Who will struggle? Who would be willing to degenerate? "

The Milky light is still soft and bright, falling on him, but different stories and memories emerge in everyone's eyes. The same thing is full of bitterness and sobs. The heavy emotion drags his ankles, sinking little by little, unable to cry or shout.

Just sit quietly where you are.

"He's not Langley." Paul could hear a low voice coming from his ear. He was slightly stunned and looked back. Then he realized that it was Annie who was talking. He made a "um" voice to express his inquiry. Annie repeated, "he is not Langley."

That's not Langley.

Scarred, physically and mentally tired, faltering, falling into deep despair, at a loss, at a loss. Then, in despair, he began to ask himself whether he should give up, whether he should insist, whether he should choose again. That kind of vulnerability can't be hidden, even if he straightens his back, even if he is still proud, But the fragmentation of the soul is still lingering.

Annie's mind came up with the clips of last year's Grammy Awards ceremony. Standing on the stage, she sang "the beast" in a clear voice. He was sad, he was bitter, he was fragile, but he was strong. The obsession never disappeared, and even bloomed a brighter light. That's her blue gift.

"Why?" Paul asked softly.

Annie shook her head, pressed her lips tightly, and repeated a third time, "he's not Langley."

She can't say why, but she firmly knows that the figure on the stage looks very much like Lan Li. In some moments, it seems that the boundary can be blurred, but it's not Lan Li after all. She knows. She just knows.

But even Ethan and Joel can't be so sure.

Joel's eyes lit up slightly. During the performance just now, he thought of Levine and his partner Mickey.

They are all members of the tide of the times, but Mickey is still unable to resist the huge pressure, and finally chose to give up, in the way of ending life, tragically and decisively ended everything, but left an irreparable wound to Levine. Everyone thought it was because Levine's career was in trouble, but at this moment, they knew it was not.

Who would love you so much? Who will struggle? Who would be willing to degenerate?

This is Levine's questioning of Mickey, of dreams, and of himself.

As a result, Levine raised his head high and refused to compromise with pride and clearness. Deep in his heart, he was afraid, afraid of his own compromise and retreat, failing to live up to Mickey's sacrifice and his own persistence.

Levine would rather give up the copyright than let himself and Jim go the same way; Levine preferred to be a sailor again, but refused to find a chorus partner again like a quartet; Levine would rather be rejected again than become a flattering little white face like Troy.

Because once you give up persistence, you give up yourself.

It's stupid, it's crazy.

But Levine kept going. What's more ridiculous is that even though he doesn't know whether his insistence is correct or meaningful, he is stuck in the same place, constantly spinning and spinning, at a loss and at a loss, but he still clenches his teeth and is unwilling to let go of his last breath.

At the end of the story, he sang "hang me, oh, hang me" and "wave goodbye" again, but the meaning and mentality were completely different. It was not until now that he really said goodbye to Mickey.

"My God, my God, my God." Joel couldn't help whispering and repeating, his mind surging and out of control.

Joel can't imagine that Langley did it. Langley did it! In a short performance of the play, the whole role of Levine is outlined, and the whole story is endowed with a soul, and even a spiritual main line in series. In this short song time, it has gone through countless vicissitudes.

"My God

Joel just wanted to scream excitedly, just like the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle was finally found. The incomplete feeling was finally complete. He tried to communicate with Ethan, but the turbulent thoughts in his mind were too crazy to express. He could only focus on the figure on the stage, The words just blurted out——

"Levine, is this your own repertoire?" Levine, not Langley, "I haven't heard you sing this song before. I mean, is this Mickey's work? Or is this your latest creation? If you can, I hope you can perform again in the gas bar in the future. "

"No, it's not." Levine pulled the corners of his mouth, showing a smile of self mockery, "I can not create such a sentimental song, this is not my style." "This is a song from Bon iver. He wrote the melody and lyrics himself. I just adapted it to my own style," he said

Bon iver, the folk singer who competed with Langley for the rookie of the year in the Grammy competition last year, is a real singer in real life. At the same time, this song was created and performed by him just now.

In a flash, the 1960s and the contemporary reality were confused; But the wonderful thing is that Levine is still Levine, Joel is still Joel, the kerosene lamp bar is still the kerosene lamp bar, and the crew is still the crew. After the dimensional wall between reality and illusion is completely broken, there is no sense of disobedience. Instead, the wonderful atmosphere continues.

For everyone present, this is a rare special experience!

Note: Skinny love -- Bon ive