Chapter 1002

This is not a typical blue rite, so strange.

He sat quietly on the high stool, holding a guitar, singing heartily, letting his emotions run wild and galloping freely. His hoarse voice burst out earth shaking energy, and the pain, sadness, loss, loneliness and blankness hidden in his heart were instantly released in the tearing song.

No longer hide, no longer convergence, no longer suppress, no longer calm.

The roar full of bitterness and despair burst out the release of rock spirit. It was firm and tough, but for the first time, it showed the inner frailty and wound. It lost the elegant and calm mask and the invincible armor. In this way, lanli stayed in the original place, worked hard to be strong and remembered silently.

"Yes, I care."

Such a simple lyrics, but heavily defeated all the lines of defense.

Lauren meissler, standing in the crowd, was full of tears and choked with tears. His turbulent emotion was pounding his chest with dull pain; Looking at the fragmented lanli in front of her, her mixed emotions could not be expressed at all. She just wanted to tell him: Yes, she also cares.

Even the weakest ray of light is a part of the night sky; And the light of lanli really lit up her life. She cared so much that she could hardly breathe.

So, Lauren raised his right hand high, turned on the flashlight and threw a beam of light onto the stage.

That weak light, in the early morning sparse and bright sunshine, insignificant, quietly lost in the vast halo, as if there is no general, also no one noticed in general. In such a big universe, it is even smaller than dust, empty and empty.

But it's not the only light.

One, one more. First robin herzer, then Lauren messler, then Tessa Breeden... More and more, more and more, gradually spread over the whole square.

Paul Walker left the studio and stood on the doorstep. He raised his mobile phone high and lit up the stage with a beam of light. Then there were Jennifer Lawrence and Alexander scarsgarde... The members of the "edge of tomorrow" crew came out on the doorstep and united into a group.

Allie cross stood on the right side of the stage, tightly covering her mouth, but still unable to stop the falling tears and collapse of emotion, turned her head, raised her chin, looked at her husband, she said excitedly and excitedly, "that's Heather, do you see? That's Heather's light, that's Heather, someone cares, Derek, someone cares. "

Derek cross clenched his teeth, but he still couldn't control his emotions. His eyes were full of tears, and he didn't move, for fear that if he moved a little, the tears would completely burst the dike. He thought of that night again, the night that belonged to heather. Langley stepped onto the stage of Pioneer Village and sang loudly, "march forward". Heather's face was full of bright smile, as if he had the whole world.

Now, she does have the whole world.

Light, more and more, gradually converges into a vast expanse. The bright and bright cream yellow light fills every corner of the line of sight bit by bit. The light golden sun seems to be fading away, and finally all disappear. All the light converges together, just like a beam of sky light from the sky, surging out billions of stars and enveloping in the center of the stage, The dazzling light is enough to pierce everyone's eyes.

At this moment, Rockefeller square is really shining. A thousand people, ten thousand people, twenty thousand people... Countless weak light, those trivial light together, but become comparable to the sun's skylight, illuminate the whole world, so magic, and so wonderful.

Sitting cross legged in front of the TV, Rooney Marla finally understood the meaning of that sentence: if they say, who cares if another light goes out, under the billions of stars.

On the night of the Academy Awards ceremony, the humming melody evolved into the melody on the stage. It was so beautiful that people wanted to melt. The bright starry sky of that night reappeared in their mind, as if they could have the whole world as long as they opened their arms.

Through the small screen, Rooney depicted the beautiful eyebrows in detail. The light sadness and melancholy filled the screen. The sadness and heavy emotion tied the wrist and ankle, just like the shackles of the soul. The sigh and helplessness of death, like smoke and fog, always linger, people always think that sooner or later, those pain will pass, time will heal some; But sometimes, it doesn't work.

After the tiny light disappears and the dim star falls, the world is still the world, the revolution is still the revolution, and the gravity is still the gravity. It seems that everything has never changed; But for some people, their world has been turned upside down, falling apart and never going back.

Rooney curled up her legs, her hands around her knees, her chin above her knees, and watched Langley quietly. One by one, the musical symbols are dancing and jumping on the tip of the tongue, which is full of bitterness and desolation, but leaves behind the shallow sweetness and happiness. Hidden behind the singing, they are flying freely with the wings of freedom.

Deep in the eyes, lightly dyed with a touch of sadness, quietly flashing; Then a smile appeared, which outlined the shape of happiness, because she saw, saw the millions of stars that filled the room, saw the dazzling light that was enough to make the day pale, saw the group of Don Quixote who raised his right hand high.

His head tilted slightly towards the side, and the radian of the corner of his mouth rose lightly, quietly enjoying the moving moment, which belongs to the man.

After the roar, Lan Li gently breathed out a breath, reopened his eyes and continued to sing, "if they say, who cares if another light goes out..."

But at this moment, the light in front of us was caught in the sight, one after another, from the glow of fireflies to the light of the bright moon, slowly and slowly connected into a piece, and finally formed a vast ocean. The milky yellow sea was so vast and magnificent that even the sunlight above the sky was eclipsed, It fills every corner of the line of sight, devours everything in the world, leaving only a dazzling halo, which is enough to illuminate the whole heaven.

Uncontrollably, lanli's voice trembled slightly, and the surging emotion hit his chest fiercely. Every lyric came from the depth of his soul, which once again awakened all the memories in the deep memory. The surging emotion was like a wave. There was no reaction time at all, and his eyes were slightly red.

Lan Li stabilized his mood, tried his best to control his voice, and continued to sing, "under the millions of stars in the sky, it is flashing, flashing..."

But just for a moment of breathing, the whole Rockefeller square has transformed into a vast sea of stars. The gorgeous light can't see the end at all. The voice choked in his throat, and he couldn't sing. Langley had to stop, pause the performance, pause the performance, adjust his mood, and then sing again, "Who cares about the end of someone's time? If we're just a drop in the ocean, let's hurry up, hurry up."

The surging undercurrent is shaking every musical charm. Lan Li is so embarrassed that his slightly trembling voice is almost unable to support him. Every gentle trembling is describing the moving at this moment.

He once thought that no one cared, no one would care about a girl named Heather cross, whose life was always fixed in the winter of New York; He once thought that no one cared, no one would care about Don Quixote and Sisyphus who were carrying their dreams. They were just immersed in their own world and moving forward silently.

But he was wrong.

The sea of bright light in front of us is majestic and magnificent, even vaster than the universe; Every ray of light is so weak, so small, but together, it makes the sun lose its luster. He believed that Heather was among them, which was one of the insignificant lights, and accompanied him unswervingly.

At this moment, unprecedented and unprepared, Lan Li's mood collapsed. Standing on the stage, helpless and at a loss, lost and flustered, "who cares..." the song was interrupted and the guitar playing stopped. Lan Li closed his eyes in embarrassment and suppressed all the turbulence. He said in a hurry, "I'm sorry."

Lauren bites her lower lip and swings her right hand crazily. The light of her mobile phone starts to flicker like a star blinking. She tries to suppress herself and doesn't make any sound. She just expresses her inner support in the simplest but most moving way.

Every starlight is the heart beating in response to Lan Li's call; Every starlight is an important existence in the sky; Every star is Don Quixote who pursues his dream and embraces freedom.

Then, the whole world flickered, and the long sky of stars eclipsed everything. Even the white-collar staff standing in the high-rise buildings were shocked, silently took out their mobile phones, turned on the lights, and projected them from the top to the bottom.

At this moment, Rockefeller square is the center of gravity of the world.

Lan Li took a deep breath, lowered his eyelids, and began to play the guitar again. He sang in a deep voice. The husky voice outlined a touch of gentle shaking in the bright sky. "Who cares if another light goes out? Yes, I do."

Graceful and moving melody, like the gurgling spring, Ding Dong and down, that faint with a nasal voice of the song, with the weight of the soul, whispered, "yes, I care."

The lingering charm is still surging quietly on the square. A melody is over, but the turbulent waves in my heart have just begun.