Chapter 187

Heather's fingers are still not very flexible. It seems that she can't exert herself by pressing the fingertips of the strings, especially the little finger. It's always easy to slide the strings, which also makes the melody unable to go according to the plan of the score. However, she doesn't have the slightest impatience. She practices with all her heart, as if she is preparing for a world-class concert.

Near noon, the sun was dazzling. It was hot and fell down. It was soft and draped over her shoulder, but her awkward and stiff fingers were shining. At this moment, it seemed that she had never been in bed or suffered the blow of fate. Her body was full of vitality and people couldn't move their eyes.

The fragmentary melody came intermittently, and Heather tried to sing along with the musical symbols, but because the melody was not coherent, the song was also a little loose, "so we arrived, a lonely place that can't go back..." Heather's voice was tender and green, but it had the freshness and vigor of the first trial cry, and the sadness between the musical symbols was slowly diffused, "You are the face that let me go through fire and water. This is the name that the children will inherit..."

The song only had time to sing half of it, and then it broke again. Still, without giving up, Heather adjusted her gesture and continued to play, "cast charm and crown."

It's the beast.

It was the "beast" he wrote last time in Mount Sinai Hospital, but what really shocked Langley was that Heather was able to play it again after only listening to him once. This is a kind of talent. For the talent of music sense and music theory, we are born with the talent of recognizing melody.

This is the first time that lanli finds out the other side of heather. He has some surprises, but more surprises.

Just half playing, Heather's fingers were sore and began to disobey her. She shook her hand hard to regain control. A trace of chagrin and irritability appeared between her eyebrows.

Lan Li can read that a bit of agitation - clearly want to work hard, but not enough; Clearly want to fight, but no response; Clearly want to struggle, but powerless.

The deep sense of powerlessness makes people angry and want to destroy the whole world; But it's even more helpless, because I'm totally helpless. In Heather's body, blue Li saw himself, once so eager to get rid of the shackles of the hospital bed, but was eventually consumed alive under the white. Slow, cruel.

Heather seems to notice the eyes of lanli. He raises his head. The two people's eyes collide through the glass.

Heather was not flustered, nor angry, nor shy. She was just a little surprised. Her slightly flashing eyes immediately calmed down. She just looked at Lan Li quietly. That pair of calm eyes, with age does not match the mature and cold, almost unbelievable, she is only 15 years old this year.

The pain and suffering of her illness made her experience the vicissitudes she should not face when she was 15 years old.

In the face of Heather's sight, Lan Li showed a smile and calmly looked at the past. He didn't panic because his "watching" action just now was detected on the spot, as if it was all natural. Then lanli walked around the glass wall and went into the entertainment room. He asked in an ordinary voice, "are you learning guitar?"

Lanli's calmness also affected heather. She was stunned. Then she nodded her head and said, "well. But I'm not a performer, I'm more of a singer. Guitar is just for rehabilitation

"I can tell you're a great singer." Langley shrugged. "Or, the potential to be a great singer."

Lanli went to the opposite side of heather, sat down, stretched out his right hand, and spread it flat in front of her. "I never knew that you like singing."

Heather hesitated for a moment and tried to put the guitar in the palm of lanli's hand. However, because the guitar was a little heavy and her wrist could not support it, lanli took over the guitar on her own initiative. "My biggest dream is to join American Idol." With that, Heather added anxiously, "don't laugh at me!"

Lan Li couldn't help smiling. The corner of his mouth rose slightly, but then he pursed it again. "Maybe you can try it next year."“ The minimum age limit for American idol is 16.

Heather's smile was bitter. She wanted to argue, but then she gave up. There was no need to explain, was there?

Lanli's eyes fell on heather. He could read the negative emotions of heather. He lowered his eyes to cover the mixed emotions, and then raised the strings of the bottom line of his fingertips. "You should use the pulp of your fingers, and then keep the first knuckle 90 degrees bent, so that you only need a little strength to achieve the best suppression effect." As if he didn't notice Heather's illness at all, he explained it in the way of teaching ordinary people.

Heather saw it very carefully. The slender fingers gently outlined the musical symbols. There was a kind of wonderful beauty. The familiar melody slowly flowed out. It was really amazing. Several simple notes were connected in a special way, and then they could become a moving melody and wake up the resonance in the heart.

Langley looked up at Heather and gave a signal. Heather hesitated, so she missed the first four, but then she regained her composure and began to sing, "searching for fate in the dark, I saw you scarred last night, I saw you dancing in the arms of the devil."

At the beginning, Heather's voice was still a little tight, and she missed two beats in a row. But she soon forced herself to calm down, closed her eyes, and listened attentively to the strings of the guitar, as if the whole person were integrated into the melody. The surging emotion swept in, and the world suddenly quieted down, as if she was the only one left standing on the top of the world, Sing aloud.

"So when you are weak, when you kneel down, I will do my best in the rest of the time to protect your oath, live and true."

In the same song, the styles of heather and lanli are quite different. In lanli's interpretation, there is a trace of loss in melancholy, and the faint loneliness is faint; But the interpretation of heather has given a different flavor, the sharp pain is like a pendant, bit by bit into the bottom of my heart, the pain is like ripples, gently rippling, the whole body muscles have been tight to the extreme, but can't cry out, clench your teeth in the insistence, it seems that as long as you persist for a while, you can reach the other side, but... The end is always not seen.

"So grass your dream, how dare you forget our scars, I will incarnate into a beast for you, if you pay enough money, all things will not count, few dreams can remember."

When Heather sang the lyrics, the despair turned into tears and suddenly fell down her face. But she didn't wipe away the tears, just sang and sang. Her voice was shaking slightly, and her tone seemed to be a little bit off, but her pure emotion was completely released, which made her heart ache.

In front of her, Heather was just like a wounded beast. She longed for freedom and pursued her dream. However, her wounded body dragged down her pace and faltered. At last, she stumbled, spilling hot blood all the way, as if azaleas were blooming all over the mountains and fields.

When a song was finished, Heather sat quietly in the same place, tears surging up again, but she stubbornly bit the lip, unwilling to let go. Only in this way, tears will not fall again, will not reveal her inner vulnerability again.

Lanli's fingertips stopped on the string, and he could feel the rough string's touch on the fingertips, but his heart was full of sadness. He knew more about Hesse's feelings than anyone else. His soul was trapped in this body, which firmly bound freedom, and could not find an outlet or hope.

"Do you know? I envy you. I really envy you. " Heather's voice was trembling slightly, her fists were clenched, and she was not willing to relax. It seemed that as long as she relaxed a little bit, she would completely collapse. "I envy you for your free action, I envy you for chasing your dreams, I envy you for singing wantonly, I envy you for standing on the stage and using your soul to convey the emotions in the melody, Then let people touch the softness of your heart, but it won't hurt... "Heather's voice gradually disappeared, the emotion of depression and anger was deeply pressed down, and her shoulders drooped down.

Lan Li's eyes were warm, and he hung down his eyes in embarrassment. All these things were too familiar, and he was caught off guard.

For a moment, the entertainment room fell into silence, the faint loneliness and sadness flowing in the air.

Heather slowly raised his head and looked at Lan Li in front of him. He was in a mixed mood.

Dream, for her, is too far away, because the reality strangled her throat, even survival has become a problem, she has no time and space to think more things. Dream, it's a luxury. And what about lanli? He is trying his best to pursue his actor dream. Music talent is just a hobby for him. He is so wanton, so publicized, so indulgent, so... Free.

"Sometimes, I really hate you." Heather said, breaking the short silence, but after that, he couldn't help laughing, which made Lan Li smile, spread out his hands, and said, "genius is always envied." The arrogant words made Heather turn his eyes again to express his strong dissatisfaction.

The smile slowly disappeared in the corner of his mouth, and lanli said seriously, "if you like, I can join you in American Idol next year. You know, I can also go to have a long experience and touch Simon Cowell by the way."

Before Lan Li finished speaking, Heather was directly amused. He made up his mind for the confrontation between Simon and Lan Li, and laughed more and more happily. "I think Simon can't say you. He'll play a rascal then."