Chapter 799： My pleasure

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Evan Bell is sitting in a chair, his right hand is too heavy to lift. In the past week, he has run four cities, and each city has to sign autographs for three hours, and his forearm muscles are estimated to be nearly dead. Catch up with the thickness of the biceps. In addition to the three-hour autograph, he will sing some songs in the remaining time to give back to the fans, and then replace the autograph with a handshake to express his gratitude to the fans.

It has to be said that even if this kind of scene is experienced many times, Evan Bell will still sigh. After the slander incident in 2001, who would have thought that he would get so much support now? Looking at the crowd as dense as ants in front of me, I sighed every time I saw this lively momentum.

In the past half a year, Evan Bell was either filming a movie on the crew, or staying at home for post-production, recording albums, and just attending the Oscars. Therefore, Evan Bell has almost no substance for his popularity. feeling. In the past week, including today, Evan Bell has truly felt the terrifying super popularity.

The so-called popularity is like a bubble. Today, the entire space can be overflowing, but tomorrow, it may disappear like a dream. Evan Bell knows this all too well, so he is grateful for the popularity, and thanks to the fans who support him seriously; but he will not indulge in it, because the best thanks to the fans is always own outstanding work. This album "Three" is Evan Bell's hard work and a gift to his fans. Compared with cheering, screaming and shouting, seeing the satisfied expression on the fans' faces is Evan Bell's biggest happiness.

There are still half an hour left, and Evan Bell's autograph time will be three hours today. Although he is used to the soreness of his forearm, he still stretches his five fingers involuntarily to avoid cramps in his hands. Sending off the fan, Evan Bell raised his head, but did not see the next fan. He looked over to the team on the left, and only saw a gray-haired, old-fashioned grandmother, in a With the help of the girl with the ponytail, she walked over step by step with a cane.

Evan Bell quickly put down the pen in his hand, stood up directly from his position, and walked up to him, but he didn't take two steps, and the girl helped the grandmother and walked in front of Evan Bell. Evan Bell stretched out his hands and grabbed the right hand that the grandmother stretched out. The skin like old tree bark was clearly marked with the growth rings of the years.

The grandma raised her head and looked at Evan Bell. After those turbid blue eyes were in focus, she showed a big smile, "Evan, Evan. (full text e-book free download The grandma was a little happy Some excitedly shouted, and the girl next to her smiled and said, "Grandma, you finally see Evan."

Evan Bell showed a big smile, "Good noon, ma'am...?" The grandmother received it in high spirits, "Franche, Ms. Franche."

"Ms. French, it's a pleasure to meet you." Evan Bell held the old man's hand with both hands and said politely.

"Evan, I love you, I love your music." Ms. Frenche's voice was full of excitement, "I love that 'Old Love Is Dead (ur.ex-ver.is.ve)."

Standing beside Ms. Frenche, apparently her granddaughter, explained with a smile, "When my grandmother heard the song, she sat quietly on the wicker chair, not allowing anyone else to make any noise." Speaking of which, she hurriedly added, "I bought the album, and I'm Amanda. Can you sign this album for me?"

"Of course." Evan Bell took the album, bent down and quickly signed his name on it, and wrote "Dear Amanda and Ms. French."

"Grandma knew you were coming to Millennium Park today and kept asking to come and see you and thank you for the music you made," Amanda French simply explained when Evan Bell signed.

Ms. French went on to say, "Evan, that song reminds me of the memories that have passed, I thought I had forgotten them all, but now they come alive in my mind." Speaking of which, Evan Bell just raised his head, Seeing the tears in Ms. Frenche's eyes, "Thank you, thank you very much." Perhaps, the song "Old Love Is Dead" also evoked a fragment of Ms. Frenche's deep memory, which made her feel good. many.

Evan Bell said solemnly, "This is my honor." Although he still had a smile on his face, the sincerity and emotion in his eyes couldn't be clearer.

Amanda French took over the album and then handed a letter to Evan Bell, "This is what my grandmother dictated, I wrote it, and she wants to hand it to you."

Evan Bell took the letter, and then heard Ms. French say, "Amanda, let's go. There are many people here who want to see Evan, let's go. Evan, bye." Ms. Frenche left a kiss on Evan Bell's cheek and walked slowly forward again, supported by Amanda Frenche.

Evan Bell put the letter in his pocket, then caught up with Ms. French and supported the old man's right hand. The old man raised his head and looked at Evan Bell with a puzzled look. Evan Bell said with a smile, "It's my honor to be a gentleman." This sentence brought a bright smile to Ms. French's face.

After sending Ms. Frenche's grandchildren off the stage, Evan Bell came back again and continued to serve the fans. This move by Evan Ebir successfully won him the applause of many fans at the scene. Maybe Evan Bell is a freewheeling, arrogant liberal, but his charisma always shines in subtleties.

The three-hour signing in Chicago is coming to an end. Evan Bell still asked the other party's name with a smile, bowed his head to sign, listening to the other party's words, then raised his head and shook hands with the other party, and exchanged a simple sentence or two. If so, send fans away. At this time, Evan Bell was signing autographs, and the male fan in front of him presented a small card. After Evan Bell signed it, he took the small card and saw a group of little angels drawn with hand-drawn sketches on it. He also wrote a sentence, "Talent is a gift from God, you are a gift from God to us... …”

It's just the simplest sentence, but it means a lot to Evan Bell. He read the sentence again, then raised his head and looked at the slightly shy big boy in front of him, "Thank you, this It's an honor for me. You are a gift from God to let me know that I'm not just doing my work all the time."

The big boy immediately understood the meaning of Evan Bell's words. What Evan Bell has been looking for is a bosom friend, and the subtext of this sentence is that he is his bosom friend, which makes the boy look flattered and excited. He couldn't say anything, just kept holding Evan Bell's hand, his hands were shaking violently, and he could hardly contain his inner excitement. After taking over the album that Evan Bell had signed, he turned around and left as if to flee.

Gift? Evan Bell couldn't help laughing. This is indeed his honor. Once upon a time, he also became an messenger of God, an angel who touched, comforted, and healed the audience. Facing this support, it was Evan who was really flattered. - Bell.

After a long day of fan signings in Chicago, Evan Bell went back to the hotel and had time to open a letter from Ms. French to herself.

"Dear Evan, I'm Anne-French and I'm ninety-two. I learned of your existence from Amanda, and to me a singer doesn't really mean anything, because in my memory The melody is jazz from an old record player, not a pop song by a singer younger than my great-granddaughter.

It was an afternoon when I heard 'Old Love Is Dead', the sun was shining, there was only a light wind, and I could even smell the faint moisture from Lake Michigan. I sat on a rattan chair and enjoyed the good afternoon, and the melody of the song streamed down from Amanda's room like a downpour of sunlight. Forgive me for using such a description, but the truth is, I felt as though an old man my age was narrating his past.

This song evoked the memories of my first love, the kind of tolerance and relief that pervaded the melody, which made me smile involuntarily. Once, I was always thinking, what would happen if I didn't break up with him and continued to develop? What if I marry him? But I forgot that if my future was with him, then I wouldn't have two sons, Tom and Jack, and I wouldn't have Amanda by my side.

Evan, thank you. Listening to your songs, I always close my eyes involuntarily and savor it carefully, and then I can feel the sincerity that jumps between the melodies, like crystal clear snowflakes, so beautiful that people can't bear to destroy them.

Forgive me for a bit of a confused opinion of this old man, just treat it like a nonsense of someone who is about to leave the world But anyway, thank you, thank you for such a beautiful melody, thank you The inspiration you brought me. "

After reading the letter, Evan Bell sat quietly where he was. It turns out that there are really soulmates in this world who can read him, not only like his music, but also the information hidden in the melody. The song "Old Love Is Dead" was originally created when saying goodbye to the emotional entanglement of the previous life, but Anne-French heard it. She really heard the vicissitudes and vicissitudes revealed by Evan Bell between the melodies. relieved.

At this moment, Evan Bell has truly determined that music can indeed become a bridge between the hearts of two people. Even if there is no need to meet or talk, it can allow people to cross age, gender, race, and even time and space to find each other. Only belong to one's own bosom friend.

Evan Bell let out a long sigh of relief, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "No, Ms. French, it's my honor to have a bosom friend like you. My honor."

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