Chapter 2072

Dale stood in the same place, watching Lan Li's car go away, and the smile on the corner of his mouth rose. "He's such a good boy."

Not because of this gift, but because of his eyes and smile, there is a kind of pure sincerity, it will not cheat. This reminds Dell of the first time he saw a big screen in a movie theater——

Even if all white people hate them, even if they are stuffed into the corner of society like mice, even if they have no dignity or freedom at all, even if their lives are in danger all the time, even if their existence is despised and ignored by the whole society... But as long as when the film starts to play, his dream The world that belongs to him begins, and everything else is no longer important.

At that moment, he was sure that he was alive, he was sure that the world still had beauty and dreams, and he was sure that the future existed.

In the blink of an eye, half a century passed, and his "certainty" came true. At this time, he will feel that he is lucky, although he has endured countless difficulties and suffering, although he has experienced countless suffering and suffering, but he is still lucky. Isn't it?

At a corner, lanli's car had disappeared at the end of the field of vision, but Dell still didn't take back his sight, so he stood in the same place, waiting for a long time, as if the sound of the engine could still be heard in his ears, until all the sounds disappeared.

Dale turned and walked towards his seat. After sitting down slowly, he opened the letter paper in his hand, which was full of words. He had to find the presbyopic glasses from his shirt pocket and put them on his nose. However, he still couldn't see the handwriting clearly, so he pulled out the presbyopic glasses again, which was able to recognize the elegant handwriting.

"To dear Dale,

Thanks for our brief conversation, I feel the so-called true love again. It has nothing to do with age, gender, class, nationality, race, etc. it has nothing to do with the object of interest, just sincerity. Every sincere heart is worthy of praise.

Just like the sun, just like the ocean, just like the forest, just like the Glacier... These gifts from nature, the sincere heart of a child is also a gift from life, which reminds us all the time that there is no correct answer to the meaning of life, only our own interpretation and interpretation, only our own unique answer, which can not be copied or copied, It's my little secret.

I like your answer.

So, I have prepared a small gift for you. I hope you will always be happy.

Note: if you're interested, you can ask your children to search for the name in one or two years' time. Maybe there will be a surprise; I can't guarantee the time limit, but I promise that the gift will always be yours. "

At the bottom of this paragraph, another paragraph is attached.

Dale was a little surprised. He couldn't tell whether the words were poems or lines or anything, but he read them carefully.

"To Dale, a man who loves life.

Hello, my old heart, are you ok? Are you still beating in my chest? I have been worried, you never move, almost no longer beat.

Oh, don't leave me here alone. Don't tell me that we've grown up and we've loved each other for a short time; Oh, I don't want to be alone anymore. I want to find a home. I want to share it with you.

Hello, my heart, time has been so long, since we waved goodbye; Every day, a stone is piled up on the wall which is cast for you to ensure that you are still safe.

Oh, don't leave me here alone. Don't tell me that we've grown up and we've loved each other for a short time; Oh, I don't want to be alone anymore. I want to find a home. I want to share it with you.

Hello, my original heart, whether safe, how to put on shackles. Please don't worry. It's safe inside. You don't beat any more, but you will never break.

There is no so-called eternal, some things are not predestined, but you will never find the answer, until the release of their original heart. Until... You release your original intention.

Hello, my first intention. "

Carefully and seriously, Dale read it over and over again, and then he could not help but read it softly, word by word, some slowly, some slowly, but slowly felt the words beating between the lips and teeth, as simple and meaningful as a poem.

Reading, reading... Dale's eyes moistened, "how are you, my first heart", which is such a simple and light greeting, but it makes the tip of his tongue full of mixed feelings. He can't find an accurate description, but he just can't help laughing, and then he can't help crying.

His friends always say that he is a lunatic, who doesn't know what to say. He likes some strange movies, or watching some superhero movies like young people. Even if he can't get enough to eat, he always likes to go to the cinema to watch those meaningless movies and stir up trifles that don't match his age, In pursuit of the art that young literary and artistic people in big cities will like, they are thus out of touch with society.

His friends always say that he is an outsider, that black people should like jazz and soul, that they should get married and have children when they are 30, that they should retire and drink when they are 60, that Cincinnati should refuse the East Coast Music, that the poor should give up art, that life should be down to earth, that dreams should belong to the rich... One by one, one by one, one by one, Firmly set in their body, and then step by step to live.

But who set that? What should I do at what age? What gender, race, class and culture should do? Isn't that the shackles of the ruling class? Why should they follow it? Who stipulates that life can only have one color and one way? Who stipulates that death should be accepted before it comes? Is it necessary to abide by the rules?

But isn't this his own life?

They don't know what he cares about, and they don't care what they care about. He and they are old and have no energy to hate each other and fight each other. Therefore, he and they accept each other's differences, and support each other with nagging and stumbling, but they no longer interfere with each other.

But also can't understand each other.

Although they are friends, they are just friends. Their interests and hobbies are far apart. Apart from occasionally sitting together and drinking wine, they can't talk about each other at all; However, he is quite happy, immersed in his own world, always able to find the happiness of a small day——

He's half of himself in the dirt. He's gone through the years of isolation, ethnic riots, natural and man-made disasters. He's open to them. It's rare for him to have a little hobby. Isn't a six dollar movie ticket more economical and cost-effective than a bottle of beer?

He thought he didn't care, he thought he could enjoy his life, he thought he could be invulnerable, but at this time, reading this poem again and again, he felt the strong heart beat in his chest again, once again, it hit his chest so heavily that he realized that he was still alive.

Dale leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and whispered, "Hello, my heart." Then, the smile on the corner of the mouth gently rose up, blooming a happy smile, "there is no so-called eternal, some things are not destined, but you will never find the answer, until the re release of their original heart."

Old heart.

Dale's voice falls on "old" with a long, long ending, and then he gradually falls asleep. In his dream, he dreams of "Inception", and he becomes the hero Cobb, who can implant dreams. He is young again, and even can fly over the walls.

Film always has such a magic, in the light and shadow interlaced, recording all the fantasy. Even the most impractical, fanciful and bizarre fantasies may become reality. Who can refuse movies?

That afternoon, Dell had a beautiful dream, a long and happy dream; After waking up from his sleep, Dell carefully folded up the letter and collected it. Dell didn't tell anyone about it, and he didn't want to tell anyone:

Because it was his dream, his own moment.

Just like Alice in Wonderland, she entered a magical world and saw countless strange things. When she woke up from her sleep, no one would believe her words even if she told others; But she knew it was all real.

It's always like this in real life: when Alice grows up, she forgets her crazy hat; When Christopher Robin grew up, he forgot Pooh; When Mike and Jane grow up, they forget Mary Poppins. We just forget those unrealistic fantasies when we were children. Then we tell ourselves that this is the price of growing up, but we don't know that we have lost our best self.

So, he is lucky, at the end of his life, he still remember the pure and sincere himself, he can still see the "fairyland".

He had a wonderful premonition that that day was a tiny but shining moment in his long life. He saw the most real and free self, the most beautiful and happy self, and the most relaxed and comfortable self. He liked that moment.

It was a secret between him and Langley. He was stingy and didn't want to tell anyone else, "shh."

Note: Hello, my old heart -- the oh hello